Chapter Nine Bonfire Week
It was the week of the Grove Hill game. It was Tuesday morning in a town driven by football fever, a town where one rivalry made that game the height of the football season. At the school there would be pep rallies every day, with a bonfire and giant rally Thursday night.
Josh arrived at the school where excitement swirled all around him. He looked at people's faces, wondering if anybody knew about what he had gone through. He soon saw that nobody looked any different. They weren't focusing on him, they were focusing on the upcoming game.
Just as the bell rang he saw Zack. Immediately he was struck by two thoughts: one was how even after all he had been through, he could still feel a zing when he saw Zack. The other was that Zack looked like he might have an upset stomach. There was a gray look to his expression.
When he saw that Zack had spotted him, he turned and hurried to his first class. It sounded like Zack called his name, but in the hall noise he couldn't be sure.
It wasn't until fourth period that he and Zack saw each other again. Seated side by side, they waited for Mr. Wylie to come in and start class. Zack sheepishly turned to him.
"I have something for you." He handed him a small jewel case with a disc inside. "Here's the only copy of the video. I promise you there aren't any more copies." He cleared his throat. Josh thought he still looked sick. He handed Josh a piece of paper. "Please read this and sign it. I have to take it back to show I've given you the disc."
Josh unfolded the paper. Inside was printed: "I am sorry for hurting you, Josh. I was wrong. I know you can't ever forgive me. I truly wish this hadn't happened and hope we can be friends again someday." Then there was his signature and a place for Josh's. Under Josh's name it said "I certify that I have received the disc."
Josh signed it just as Mr. Wylie came in. He looked toward the back and said "Glad to See Mr. Raider and Mr. Hawkins are both here today." Josh wondered if that meant he was going to call them up at the end of class like yesterday. He didn't think he could eat another ham sandwich with Zack's cum on it.
But a moment later Mrs. Renfro came in. She taught Josh's English class. She said something to Mr. Wylie and he nodded and left. Addressing the class, she said "While Mr. Wylie and the principal are meeting, I want you to get out your study books and get to work. No talking and no loitering."
"Wonder what that's about?" Zack said.
Josh hated that he was getting boned up by just being next to Zack. All the images from yesterday, even the bad ones, kept flooding his mind. It troubled him that it got him so hot. He looked down and saw his bone was totally visible. How could Zack have the power to turn him on by just being there? He glanced over, expecting to see Zack grin that evil grin he always had. Instead he saw Zack was just sort of deep in thought, looking at nothing.
Mrs. Renfro got up from her desk and started walking around the classroom, so Josh didn't try to ask anything. Mr. Wylie never came back. Josh didn't know why. After class he didn't have a chance to say anything further to Zack, so he hurried out and put the disc safely in his locker.
Zack found Enzo and his older brother Antonio waiting in the shed when he arrived after school. Enzo seemed almost too happy, while Antonio had his usual unreadable distant expression. It seemed like he always looked at the world through narrowed eyes, making it hard to tell what he was thinking.
"Where's the man who lived over there with you all?" Enzo asked.
"He's gone. I checked his apartment and he took all this things and left."
"I figured. Well Zack, it's just us here now, so why don't you strip so we can check you out."
"I thought you guys did that already last night."
"Nice try, Zack. Remember, you belong to us now. Antonio wants to see some stuff before we give you your assignment."
Antonio was even more brown skinned than his brother. His dark eyes seemed to go up and down Zack.
"Shirt off" Antonio said, lifting the bottom of Zack's t-shirt. Zack automatically raised his arms over his head. "Keep them up there." Antonio unbuttoned Zack's jeans, unzipped, and let them fall to his feet. "Now step out of them, hands still high and feet apart...wide."
Zack stood there fully exposed, wearing only his cock cage and his loafers. Antonio walked around him, and slowly brushed his hands across the cheeks of Zack's butt.
"Nice. Smooth too. Very pleasant."
With the cage, Zack couldn't get hard, but he responded to Antonio's touch. He felt things stirring and knew in a minute he would begin to drip. He hated that. He was uncut and couldn't clean his foreskin with the cage on.
Enzo noticed the response. `We'll clean the head for you, in a minute. But if you get hard while the cage is off, that means we'll have to use ice to bring it down...plus I'll put the Fire Ball stuff on you as well."
Zack glared. "I can't help getting hard. If you'd only let me clear the cum out of my balls last night, I'd be OK."
"No excuses" Antonio said. "You do things our way now. When we say for the dick to go down, the dick must go down." Zack noticed he had more of an accent than Enzo.
Enzo was snapping pictures of Zack while Antonio continued to rub his hands across Zack's butt. Then he traced down his crack and reached between his legs to touch his balls. "These are very full. That's going to be hard for you, since you have to earn the privilege that will allow us to give you relief. You will cherish the hand job when finally we decide to give it to you. Indeed, the time will come when you will plead for the hand job."
"Any chance of that today?"
"Hardly" Enzo said. "After we clean the head and get you into some running shorts, you will need to run one mile form here to the square and immediately run back. We'll time you to see how long it takes. Then we'll set some goals for you, times to complete it in, and when you accomplish that you will be eligible to receive your very first hand job."
Antonio, still rubbing his hands all over Zack, added "But first I want you to have the honor of giving me a blow job. A good one. One that if it is not good, you will be punished for."
Zack decided Antonio could be dangerous. Well that was OK since he got a charge out of danger. He liked tough things. If he had been on the football team, he could have been as tough as the varsity. Besides that, Antonio's hands were turning him on.
He took Zack's hands, pulled them down behind him, and cuffed them. Enzo came over and Antonio pulled his dick out. "Suck me. And you make sure he doesn't bite, Enzo."
Zack knelt down. He couldn't use his hands and Antonio didn't help any, so Zack had to keep pushing his face into Antonio's long brown dick until he could lift it with his tongue into his mouth. It tasted warm. The head seemed to respond right away to his tongue. Zack concentrated, thinking to himself, `If I do a good job, maybe they'll give me some relief.'
The great sausage went to the back of his mouth and Zack tried to ease it into his throat.
"No gagging" Antonio said menacingly.
Zack struggled and sometimes thought he would faint from lack of oxygen. It seemed so fierce, so thrusting, so way beyond his control. He used his tongue as best he could, and was afraid his throat muscles or vocal cords would fail from the thrusts. At last Antonio came in a massive thundering onslaught of cum, filling Zach's mouth as he frantically swallowed, lodging finally in his stomach where it churned in the heat. Zack was sweating. Antonio pulled him up where he complimented him on not letting any cum splash out on his trousers.
"What I gave you will make a man of you. And when the time comes that you have earned a hand job, I will administer it to you as a man should. I will use the special stroke. Enzo remembers what the special stroke was like, don't you Enzo?"
Enzo hated his brother for reminding him of times when he was dominated by Antonio. He blushed and nodded.
Antonio continued, "We used it on that marine we caught last month, didn't we? You remember, at the truck stop." Turning to Zack he boasted, "After two hours of the special stroke, he was babbling so badly he could not even say his name. Just sobs and weeping and begging. Yes, the begging. That is the most wonderful part of the special stroke, it reduces a strong healthy man to a slobbering wreck. I love the begging best I think."
"I wonder where he is now" Enzo said.
"We gave him to the truckers, although since we had totally emptied his balls, they probably were disappointed. His mouth and ass will serve them, but they will see no erection, for nothing is left to produce it. I'm sure they took him west with them on that long delivery. It is usually assured he slept with them in the cab at night and gave them much pleasure, for that is the way of truckers and their men."
Antonio paused, lost in thought. Enzo prepared to remove the cage and clean Zack's cock head. It was dripping profusely. With the cage removed, Enzo slid the foreskin back and looked at the head.
"There is much accumulation here. I will clean it for you. It has been drying on your foreskin since last night. Do not wince when I do it."
He carefully removed the cheddar and placed it on Zack's lips. "Here. Take this. It is salty and will do your system good, on top of my brother's tremendous protean load in your stomach."
Enzo was right. It was salty. And Zack didn't like it. It was an odd feeling to have Enzo working on his dick, but Enzo was careful not to give it an erection. When the head was clean, the cage was replaced and Zack was once more in confinement.
Enzo produced a ragged pair of running shorts which did not have an inner piece. `You won't need it, the cage will keep you safe inside."
He outlined the project. Zack was to run as fast as he could from here to the town square and back. "That would make a total of two miles. You should be able to do it in 15 minutes. If you go slow or dawdle along the way and run later than that, I'll coat your balls with the hot stuff and make you run it again. You really wouldn't want that, Zack."
Enzo reached down and held the shorts for Zack to step into. Zack felt odd, like he was being treated like a little kid. He stepped into them and realized the elastic wasn't really holding very well.
"These might fall off."
"You're protected. Nobody but me can get in that cock cage. All you have to do is keep pulling them up. I've even got a nice t-shirt for you to wear." He pulled it out and showed him. It looked small. "You'll enjoy the really snug fit. It'll rub your nipples while you run. It'll be an extra turn-on...plus make more precum to drip."
Zack nodded. "Can I have some water before I go?"
"OK. Meanwhile I'll take the cuffs off and then you can get started."
Zack pulled on the t-shirt and rubbed his wrists. He saw how tight the shirt was.
"Run in good health" Antonio said.
Zack considered that the dumbest thing he had heard all day.
The run was a new experience for Zack. It took him through parts of town where people looked like thugs, tattooed and swarthy. Some gave him odd looks. His shorts started to come down and he yanked them back up, while a couple of guys gave him evil grins.
By the time he was coming back, he had sweated through the shirt and his nipples were rigid and very visible. His butt was wet and the shorts showed off his round ass and tight crack. Guys who had seen him coming, were ready when he came back. A couple of them swatted him on the butt.
Mainly however they were content to merely act scary. But near the end of the run, two guys came up behind him, keeping pace at first, and then yanked down his shorts. This tripped him and he sprawled. As he got up, they were looking open mouthed at his cock cage.
"Who did that to you?"
"Please" Zack said, "I've got to get back. I'm being timed. Just let me go."
They looked at each other and then shrugged.
"Everybody's got his own kick" one of them said.
When Zack got back, it had taken 17 minutes. He explained about being tripped and what the guys saw and said.
"That's OK. You did the right thing. They'll leave you alone now, since they'll know you belong to somebody else."
"Somebody else?" Zack asked innocently.
"Yeah. You belong to the one who caged you, namely me."
"Oh."
"You can get out of those clothes now they you're nice and sweaty, and give me a blow job before you go."
As Zack stripped, Enzo said "Lean over. Let me check that butt of yours." He ran his hands along Zack's shaved and rounded ass. "You keeping your butt hole clean, right?"
"Yes". He hated being asked about that.
"I'm gonna insert a finger before we get down to business. It better come out clean."
Zack sighed. He clenched his cheeks together when the finger was inserted. A finger up his ass always turned him on. It was like they were deliberately making him horny when they knew he couldn't do anything about it.
"Like my finger?"
Zack didn't answer. Enzo thrust it as high as he could.
"Answer me."
"Yes."
"What do you like about it?" He was reaching around him with his other hand, pinching and twisting his nipples, while he wiggled his finger deep inside Zack. His nipples were sore from the shirt rubbing them. "Well?"
"It turns me on."
When he was satisfied Zack was clean, and when he could see some precum dripping onto the floor, he said "Tomorrow I'll insert two fingers. We'll keep adding a finger a day until you're good and open for business."
Wednesday and Thursday passed for Zack much like Tuesday, except that the sexual buildup in him was greater and greater. In fact when Enzo made Zack blow him before going to school, he told Zack "If you concentrate on blowing me and think of nothing else, guys have been known to shoot off just from not being able to cum. You've got enough buildup in you now you could flood the floor with cum if you could just make your dick shoot. When you really want it bad enough, it can happen without being hard."
Zack sucked like his life depended on it. He began to see what Enzo was talking about: the greater the suction the more he was able to pretend his dick was involved with this too. He could feel it dripping and he sucked away. Even stopping to lick slowly up the bone and swirl his tongue around the head, he felt a surge within him. But when Enzo gasp, moaned, and filled his mouth with cum, Zack realized he still had not gotten the needed relief.
By the time Enzo could recover from what was actually the best blow job of his life, and could remove Zack's cuffs and let him dress, Zack was almost late for school. But he noticed his running was getting better, so some good was coming from this ordeal.
In fourth period old Mr. Gressley had been brought back from retirement to teach World History. Zack turned to Josh as roll was being taken. "Can I ask you something personal?"
Josh felt awkward, liking and hating Zack at the same time. "Um. OK."
"What's the longest you've gone without jacking off?"
After what they had been through together, Josh didn't think anything could be too personal.
"Football season last year."
Zack's eyes got big. "All season? The whole season? That long?"
"Well...not exactly. I mean sometimes on weekends..."
"Every weekend?"
"Well...not maybe every single weekend."
"All weekend long when you did it?"
Josh started blushing. He hadn't intended to get caught up in this much detail. "Well...not the whole weekend. I mean like â€""
But Mr. Gressley interrupted the conversation by calling on people and asking questions. The two guys didn't get to talk further until they were going out the door. Zack said "I need to show you something sometime."
Josh didn't know what that meant. Actually his mind was elsewhere. Troy had been planning to come for the weekend with two of his fraternity brothers, but he had called Josh last night and said he might skip Friday classes and come Thursday for the big bonfire. But he made him promise not to tell their folks. He said they might sleep elsewhere, and then added "if you know what I mean."
Thursday afternoon there was no practice. The team assembled to get a pep talk from the coach and then were dismissed. Jennings, Sam, Ted and a couple of other guys had been planning something for the occasion. Jennings had a pail of lard.
"I want me a greased pig!" he shouted.
All the others within earshot knew what that meant. Each year at the high point of the season, just before the Grove Hill game, seniors would strip the team manager and coat him with lard and chase him around while he squealed in fear. His clothes would be put some place high, where he would slip and slide trying to reach them.
It always began with part of the team stripping down in order not to ruin their clothes when they coated the manager. This time Ted and Sam grabbed Matt and held him up. Ted pulled Matt's pants and shorts off, and then held him around the waist while Sam pulled his shirt and undershirt off.
Jennings and Ben Stone began the coating process after Sam held him on the training table. Part way through, Sam stepped away and stripped along with Ted. Other guys including Jennings were already bare ass naked. Matt hollered, particularly as one guy in coating lard on his butt rammed his finger up Matt. Matt's `hummer' was at full staff from the start. With boxing gloves at night and his brother looking at his dick every morning, Matt had been afraid to jerk off, so he was carrying a mighty big load of cum for a 14 year old.
Jennings grabbed some lard and started greasing up Matt's dick and balls. He squealed some more, twisting and trying to get away. Actually that's how he escaped; he slipped out of their grasp and was off the table and across the room in a flash. They all took off after him, catching him and losing him in the slippery-ness of the lard. It was like catching a greased pig.
For Matt it was both scary and great at the same time. These big guys with their massive bodies and in many cases massive dicks were all over him. Their hands covered him before each escape. Long flopping dicks slapped across his face and body. Hands kept working his dick.
At one time Ted said to Sam, "I think he's about to squirt off. Shall we let him?"
"Sure. I bet he's got more than one load in him anyway. Give it a try."
Suddenly semen squirted everywhere as Matt let out a gasp and cry.
"Look at him squirt!" one of the team said. "I didn't know the little guy had that much in him."
"And he's still hard" Ted said.
"Let's give it another try."
When it was over, Matt had indeed shot another time. He was sure his brother would notice an increase in his dick size from all the working that had been done on it, but for the moment he didn't care. He and the others got into the showers to get all the grease off.
Sam told Jennings, "That kid is a regular cum machine. And look at that butt."
"Yeah I'm going to miss him next year when I'm away in college."
"Well at least he lives next door to you. He'll never be too far away from your visits home. And with that basement of yours, you could get him over any time."
Jennings grinned from ear to ear. "Yes" he said, repeating the word slowly again, "Yeeeesss."
Matt didn't hear the conversation. One of the other guys was rubbing his dick in Matt's face and he kept squealing and twisting away. There was more laughing and butt slapping and a world of dicks all around him. Matt couldn't have asked for more.
Over at Enzo's, Zack was back from his run. His run time was improving, but he had to get it in under 12 minutes before he would get a relief session. Thirteen and a half was the quickest he could do it so far.
Again today the two guys who had pulled down his shorts and tripped him were waiting for him. They began to jog along beside him, eyes filled with a little too much interest for Zack's comfort.
"Do you shave yourself or does somebody do it for you? We noticed when we pulled your shorts down you didn't have any hair down there."
"The guys who put this cock cage on me shaved me."
"Want us to help with the shaving?"
"No."
He wondered if they would try anything. He sensed this was building up to something, and he hoped it wouldn't be today. He thought he was improving his time with each run.
They never ran further than a coupe of blocks with him, and today they turned back at the same spot. He considered asking Enzo if he could run somewhere else.
Back at Enzo's, he got out of his t-shirt, then he was cuffed and his shorts were removed.
"We'll take off the cage and clean you up a little down there." Then reaching up and tweaking his nipples he asked "How did it go today?"
"The same two guys came up and ran beside me. They saw I was shaved when they pulled my shorts down. They asked about it."
"What did you tell them?"
"I told them I didn't shave myself. They offered to shave me."
Enzo smiled. He was working on the nipples in earnest now, and it made Zack gasp as he talked.
"Did you take them up on it?" Enzo was using a little pull and twist motion . "No. Um...that hurts."
"Right. But it gets better over time. I have a gadget that will make them stand out. It uses a sort of vacuum pump. We can try that some time."
At that point Enzo stopped working the nipples. He rubbed them and looked closely and seemed pleased with the results. "That shirt is a big help in getting them ready."
"It scratches."
"It's supposed to. That's how it gets them ready." Pausing, he said "Now for the cock cage." Humming to himself, he unlocked it. He held Zack's dick in his hands for a moment as if weighing it. "You know, when a guy's meat doesn't get any action, the skin gets softer. Have you noticed that?"
"Well I can't touch it so how would I know?" Zack was ticked.
"Oh...right. Well let's get down to business here. I'll slide the foreskin back and we'll see what little Zack thinks of the world today."
"My dick isn't named Little Zack. In fact it's not named anything."
"Well now," said Enzo, "everything has a name. It's just that sometimes we don't know what its name is yet."
He began cleaning the head, working carefully. Zack had trouble with the sensitivity of it all. It was getting very tender there, and each touch of Enzo's calloused fingers was like sandpaper.
"Go easy, please. Go easy."
"Well we've got to get you clean, don't we?" As he continued cleaning he mused, "I think we need to spend more and more time with this head, keeping it clean and getting it in good shape. Don't you?"
Zack gritted his teeth and prepared to endure what he had to.
Now it was Thursday night and the crowds were gathering. The bonfire had just been lit, and its flames began reaching into the night sky. Sparks and bits of splinters in flame drifted upward. There was always a magic about bonfires, particularly ones spurred on by pep rallies and the excitement of a team on the verge of a crucial game.
The varsity had gathered at one section of the crowd. When the coach gave a pep talk, some of them would be called on to say a few words. Matt was still bright eyed from this afternoon, still somewhat dazed by the overdose of big nude guys, grabbing hands, and sexual innuendo.
Jennings, sitting behind him, said to another player who had taken part in greasing Matt, "The force is strong in him, the young Padawan." He pointed at Matt. His companion, remembering the afternoon's chase around the locker room, said "The cum is strong in him too. Did you see how much he shot? And twice! I mean I couldn't believe it." Another guy beside them spoke up, "The force of it, man, like paintball shots."
Matt could hear them and knew they were talking about him. He grinned and sighed. This was the best day of his life.
Most people by now were also seated on the ground. Josh sat between Sam and Ted, and they deliberately moved closer so that he would start to get hard. "We're your magicians" Ted said quietly in Josh's ear, "all we have to do is get close and your magic wand turns on."
"Well" Josh shot back, "you're blowing in my ear." He wished he'd be getting his briefs back after tomorrow, just like the rest of the team. "I don't see why I can't wear underwear too."
"That's because you're our buddy, and we like our buddy where we can see all the action."
"Yeah" Sam said from the other side, "we've never had a little gay friend before."
"I'm not little" Josh said instinctively. "Er...um... I mean I'm not gay too."
"Josh, that bone of yours is so visible. It's like a signal calling guys. You don't know how much it makes guys want to reach out to you and touch it."
"You say I'm gay but you talk that way."
"No, we're just playing." They turned away from the fire and in the darkness and shadows Ted reached out and grasped Josh's bone by the head.
"Shhh. Don't say anything. Don't make a scene, Josh. If people start looking over this way there'll be trouble."
Josh was twisting and had grabbed Ted's hand but it was too strong for Josh. Ted wasn't being frantic with it the way Troy always was, but Josh still just didn't like it. It made him get too horned. It wasn't a feeling he could just turn off right away, and if he kept it up much more, his dick would stay hard for a good twenty minutes. He knew that for a fact because he had timed it the last time anything got him this horned. He had begun to take notice of the way sex affected him lately.
"You like us, don't you Josh?" That was Sam who had witnessed Ted's grab and was leaning close.
"Sure he does. He even wants to take a naked ride in the country with us, don't you?"
"Would I get underwear privileges back?"
"Josh, listen to us. We're seniors. Next year we'll either be in college or out of school forever. We'll never have another chance like this. Once you graduate, you're a man and a man can't play with younger guys like this. It'd brand him as a queer. So that means we'll have to put this stuff away forever. You don't want to take our last chance away, do you?"
"Take your last chance with somebody else. I appreciate everything you've done for me, but it's sort of weird to make me get naked and ride next to you two on the front seat of a car at night going through the country. What if a cop pulls us over?"
"Don't worry about it. We'd just tell him it's a college initiation prank. This happens all the time."
"You mean you guys take somebody naked in your car â€""
"Hush, Josh. Coach is about to give his annual pep rally talk."
At the same time as those three were talking, some other seniors looked across the bonfire and saw a guy dressed in last year's letter sweater ambling around.
"Isn't that Troy Raider?"
"Yeah, it is. I'm surprised he'd want to come back. He was such a jerk nobody ever liked him."
"I wonder if Josh's seen him yet." They watched him.
Troy was learning the hard way that you can't go home again. People who used to seem glad to see him just weren't that glad any more. After a few more attempts to start conversations with others from last year's graduating class, Troy went to the side of the building across from the pep rally.
He was somewhat ticked off because neither of his fraternity brothers wanted to come home with him. They were set to come on Friday, but when Troy speeded up his timetable, they cancelled. Neither felt he could miss Friday's classes. Typically, Troy didn't mind missing classes at all.
He had left his car parked down the street from his home, not wanting his folks to know he was back. He still believe there was a way he could get hold of Josh and do whatever he wanted to him for a whole evening. He had tried to get in touch with his buds from former days, Leroy and Butch â€" but neither had been home. He wanted to enjoy watching Leroy shave Josh's hairs with a dull pocket knife, just like they had done to Chet in the long ago.
Frustrated and getting somewhat pissed, he reached deep in his pocket and pulled out a silver flask. It was filled with 100 proof bourbon, which he had already been sipping on. He could hear the coach giving the same talk he always gave, and after pausing a minute he turned and walked off into the darkness, away from the bonfire and the flames.
Two blocks later he was still grumbling at the unfairness of life. He didn't notice the car with the tinted windows that came slowly down the street. It stopped about fifty feet behind him. Silently the doors opened and four men got out. It was his letter sweater that had caught their attention. He hadn't noticed their car, nor the Grove Hill Rattlers bumper stickers on the front and back.
Going past the vacant lot, they jumped him. Troy was buzzed just enough to be confused as to what was happening. Before he could react, they had him pinned, pulling off his shoes and socks first. When he tried to shout at them, they stuffed his socks in his mouth. In that instant Troy wished he had taken the time to put of fresh socks today. The taste was gross. The fact that his mouth was filled with both the socks made it worse.
They got off his belt before getting his trousers down to his ankles. They always liked to get the trousers just down that far, giving the victim false hope that they weren't going to pull them completely off. They pulled his shorts down as well, then lifted his legs and got them both off at the same time. Troy was making unintelligible sounds through the socks. One of the men said "That's right, make noise. It'll wet your socks that much more, and it'll improve the taste."
The others laughed. One said "He'll be tasking that stuff hours after it's all over. That smell permeates your throat and tongue and even your lungs."
Still holding his arms, they got his sweater off, then his shirt unbuttoned, and taking turns on his arms, they pulled everything off.
"Now for that ass," the guy with the belt said.
They made him bend over and grab his ankles. Then while holding him, someone handcuffed each wrist to the matching ankle. In profile he looked like a triangle turned upside down.
The guy with the belt grabbed Troy's face and tilted it up to his. "Listen, fuzz-mouth, you keep your balance while I beat your butt. If you fall over, we start all over again. Do you understand? However many strokes you've gotten at that point is the number we start over again."
"Look at that nice white ass" another said, running his hand across it.
Troy flinched. On guy reached under him and pulled on his dick. "This thing is going to need some work" he said. "Come feel it."
Troy knew if they played with it, even though he was bent over for paddling, it was going to get hard. It had always been that way, even when he was a little kid. He could remember when he was about 9 and some bigger boys from the next grade had pulled his pants down on the school yard, it had gotten hard the minute they pulled on it. He could remember the laughter as well as amazement from the others. They had never seen an erection. He was several years away from being able to shoot off, but a hand on his dick could get him hard from the start. Maybe, he told himself, that's why he got off so much on playing with Josh's dick. He could make it hard, make Josh squirm and squeal, feel it getting harder and know it was all his doing, that he was the captain of Josh's erection.
Those bigger boys remembered the magical thing they had been able to achieve by just pulling on his little dick. It had jumped up to an amazing inch and a half, pointing straight out. So they began seeking him out on the playground, inviting other little kids to come see their magic show. They would form a circle around him, blocking the view from yard captains and teachers, holding Troy with his arms pulled back behind him, and then yanking his pants and underwear down.
"Magic time" the biggest would say. He would reach out for Troy's little dick, with Troy kicking and twisting, trying vainly to avoid the moving fingers coming toward him. He knew once they touched him, once they grasp the little head and gave it a pull, he was gone.
"Magic! It's magic!" the boy would tell the crowd, and then grasp the head and give a pull. Instantly it stood up. "See? It's magic. Anyone want to give it a try?" He made them pay some of their lunch money for the privilege. Some pulled too hard and some wanted to keep playing with it. Troy was too young to understand terms like prostitute or slave, but he felt he was being used by others to humiliate him and make money for themselves.
Some days he hid in the boys' bathroom to avoid the humiliation, but it did not take long for the big boys to find him. That turned out to be worse because once they were in there, they were free of any teacher seeing them. That prompted them to go further and take longer.
But it came to an end the day a male teacher heard so much noise and cheering that he looked in and saw what was happening. Two of the boys were expelled. Eventually the families moved away to Grove Hill, seeking a shield from the shame their sons had brought on the families. No one had ever done that to Troy again. At least not until now.
His mind jumped back into the present with the belt still making lines on his butt, and one of the guys pulling his dick. It jumped to attention stark and rigid, every vein standing out.
"I'm working my magic on this guy. He's getting his butt beat and he's hard as hell down there." He gave another pull.
Troy realized it was the guy from the third grade. He hoped the guy wouldn't recognize him. Up to now the situation was just Grove Hill guys getting a Hinson football guy. It could get worse.
"Yeah, I remember some kid from the third grade. He had a little pecker that would get hard just by giving it a pull. We used to make some money off him, like a side show."
Troy couldn't stand it any longer. Spitting out the socks he said, "Yeah you son of a bitch, and you and your buddy got your asses kicked out of school because of that. Your families were so ashamed they moved away."
"Whoa! Hold on here! I think we've got our little money maker back again!" He continued pulling on Troy's dick. He grasped the head just as he had done back then, holding it, pushing in, pulling on it, squeezing it, but staying only on the head, over and over. Troy began to buck. He wouldn't have believed those fingers after all these years could get him this hard and this close to the edge.
"Wait up" the leader said. "We're here to get one of this year's players and leave him tied up at the school flagpole. Let's see if we can leave this guy tied up and go take care of the real goal, and then we can come back here for more fun. The pep rally should be breaking up now."
There was a tree in the field, beside a well worn path neighbors took as a shortcut.
"This will do. Cuff his ankles behind the tree and make sure his arms are tied so he can't get free. Just raise them behind his head and tie the rope on the other side of the tree. We'll take his clothes with us to make sure he doesn't try to run away."
The guy who worked his dick grabbed the head one last time and Troy almost lost it. He gasped and the fellow patted his cheek sarcastically. "Be good and we'll be back for more fun soon."
Troy's bone bobbed appreciatively whereas Troy himself was mortified. It was like third grade all over again. Here he was helpless.
For a few moments there was silence, then Troy heard small voices talking and footsteps along the path. He closed his eyes. He didn't want to know who would be looking at him in this state. His bone twitched.
"Hi, Troy. What happened to you?"
He looked up to see Tommy and Pete standing there. Pete just grinned at his older brother. Tommy on the other hand knew a good thing when he saw one. He came over boldly and touched Troy's bone.
"Nice" he said. Precum was beginning to drip. Tommy ran his hand up and down the bone, then took the head as Troy gasped and pulled it down. He released it and it snapped back up against Troy's stomach, spewing precum everywhere.
"Watch it" Tommy said, pulling back.
"Tommy, untie me. Some guys left me here and are going to come back soon. I've got to get away."
Tommy slowly stroked Troy's dick. "That stuff you splattered sure make a good slick thing for playing with this. Yours is more fun than Josh's. I mean it's bigger and thicker and that head is really great. I wish we had some bb's to put in the pee hole." He pulled appreciatively on the head slicking it with the copious precum still dripping out.
Turning to his little brother, Troy asked in desperation "Pete, this is serious. Let me go. Untie me. Please."
"What do we get out of it?" Pete asked.
Troy, naked and horned, was willing to promise anything. "Whatever you want."
Pete was much smarter than that. "You can promise something and then say no later."
"All right" Troy agreed, trying desperately to think of what to give them as a bargain chip. "You want to run home and get my digital camera and take some pictures to blackmail me with?"
"That sounds good" Tommy said, idly touching Troy's bone as it dripped and bobbed. "This is fun" he added, giving the head a pull. "I'll stay here while you go, Pete."
"And bring me some pants!
Now it was just the two of them. Tommy grinned. "I like those balls" he said, playing with them. Troy groaned.
"Be careful, Tommy, I'm about to pop."
"I'll bet. These balls sure feel full." He rolled them in his fingers. Troy broke out in a sweat.
"Easy" he said. "Let's wait for Pete to come back."
They heard voices and Troy shuddered. The rally was over and people would start coming this way in good numbers before long. Two boys from Tommy's class rounded the bend, and stopped dead in their tracks to stare. There in front of them was a big guy buck naked, tied up, with the biggest peter they had ever seen, and there with him was Tommy, idle playing with the end of it.
"Hi Tommy."
"Hey, guys."
"Whatcha doing?"
"Just playing with this bone."
"That's called a bone?"
"Sure is. I know all about that."
"Who's the guy?"
"Pete Raider's brother."
"That's not Josh."
"Right. This is his big brother. He's in college."
"What's he doing here?"
"He's going to do some tricks for us when Pete comes back with the camera."
"What kind of tricks?"
"Like this." Tommy touched the bone and then grasp the head. Troy gasp, twisted, and with a cry threw back his head as his dick erupted in cum. Three shots and the boys all jumped back, then a fourth, then a fifth. Long full white splattery shots that left them all speechless. Then two more came. Troy was gasping for breath. Good god' he thought, I'm back in third grade again.'
End of Chapter 9
(The next chapter will begin where this one ended. Thanks for the support you've shown. Special thanks to Scott, Alan, Bart, Gary, Tperson21, Baruch, Bruce and Chris for ideas, insights, and personal experiences. - Bart)