Tim and Michel – 61

Jamey narrating

Inside, I smiled. I’d gotten him there … how embarrassing was that, I thought. Now, what to do with that, I wondered. Then I remembered something that was in my bag.

“Hmmm, Mark?” I said.

“Yeah?” he answered as he turned his head towards me again.

“You’d better get out of bed and clean up first, I think. I’ll shower after you.”

I knew he’d have to walk past my side of the bed to get to the bathroom. I rested my head on the pillow, waiting to see what he would do.

“Fuck,” I heard him say again, whispering.

I felt him move and stood beside the bed. He waited a second … let out a sigh … and then slowly started to move. I noticed that he had his underwear tucked under his balls. I’m sure he didn’t want them cummy and now he had to show it off.

He looked cute. It had a bit of a curve. I looked up and saw that his tummy was covered with cum. He must have cum quite hard. He didn’t look at me and I decided not to say anything. He quickly went into the shower and closed the door.

I got out of the bed and forced my dick a bit to one side as I too got hard now. I went to his bag and found what I wanted. I then got my own backpack out and took the item I was looking for out of it. I then put it in his bag and got back into bed. Just as I was getting back into bed, I noticed there was some of his cum on the headboard as well. He really must have had a big one.

I got back into the bed and just waited for his return. It didn’t take too long until he walked back into the room with his towel around his waist.

“So … you enjoyed that?” I asked.

“Yeah … it was quite nice and refreshing,” he replied … but the look on his face said it all. He knew what I meant.

“You going to go shower?” he asked.

I knew he wanted to see more of me.

“I will in a moment … but why don’t you get dressed first?”

He walked over to his bag and started to get his underwear, socks and t-shirt out. Then he stopped, looked in the bag again and scanned the room.

“You’re missing something, Mark?” I asked.

“Hmmm … well …” he stuttered … but he stopped when he saw the smile on my face.

“What are you up to. Jamey? Come on … what did you do with them?”

“What are you missing, Mark?” I asked.

“You know! What you have done with my trousers?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m sure there’s a pair in your bag, isn’t there?”

I saw the look on his face. I saw his hesitation.

“Sit on the bed beside me, Mark,” I ordered.

He came closer to me and sat down.

“You wanted to know what it felt like, didn’t you?” I asked.

He turned red while slowly realising what I was up to.

“Hmmm … yeah … maybe.”

“Well, I won’t tell anyone what you did this morning if you’ll do whatever I tell you to do over the next few hours. Rest assured, my demands will be light and easy … but enough to show you what Tom is experiencing.”

“Hmmm … you mean you want me to wear those trousers?”

“Yeah … I think you’d look good in them.”

“I don’t know.”

I’d seen that he had a pair of bright red briefs with him and they’d be a very good pairing with the trousers I chose for him.

“OK … but you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone.”

“No, I won’t … if you’re a good boy.”

I saw him blush again but his towel also protruded a bit more than it did a moment ago.

“OK … you get dressed while I’ll go have a shower,” I added.

I got out of bed but stood with my back to him. I moved into the shower and wondered if he’d be doing what I just asked him to do. I had a quick shower and got ready to go out quickly. I opened the bathroom door and was curious to see what he’d do.

He was sitting on the bed with a white t-shirt on and, of course, the white trousers I’d put in his bag.

He smiled. I went to my bag and took my stuff out. I turned around and got dressed. “So how does that feel?” I asked him.

“Like I’m five years younger,” he confessed.

“Good … that’s the idea.”

“Michel’s uncle will be here in five minutes. What will we say?”

“I don’t think saying anything is necessary, Mark. Just tell him you thought it’d be warmer outside.”

I saw him blush again.

“Are you sure you cleaned it all up?” I asked.

He looked at me. I could see that he didn’t know what I meant.

“The cum, I mean. I’m sure you don’t want Michel’s uncle to see any of it.”

He turned red and started to feel in his hair and then slowly he turned to the bed. “Damn!” he said. He got up and walked towards it.

I saw him take his towel to clean the headboard. Just before he started to wipe, I said, “Wait, Mark. I don’t think you need the towel … just lick it off.”

He looked at me in despair … let out a small sigh … and then bent over and started to lick it up. When he finished, I saw that his trousers were bulging a bit.

Good … hope you liked that,” I said.

Then there was a knock at the door.

Nothing happened during breakfast and then we drove off to the square overlooking the church. Michel’s uncle dropped us off and we started to look around. After a few minutes, we decided on a spot about 200 meters from the entrance to the church and sat down on a little wall.

“So what do we do now? Just sit here and wait?” Mark asked.

“Yeah, that’s the idea. We’ve got a soccer ball … we can play around later with that if we get bored.”

“Hmmm … sounds like a plan,” he said. “If we have to sit here a few hours, I’ll definitely get bored.

“Don’t worry … I’ll make sure you’re not,” I said with a leer.

It was very quiet for the first ten minutes … then slowly quite a few people arrived walking and a few cars drove up.

“Hmmm, Mark … I think it’s time to stand up now and face away from the church, OK?”

He looked at me. “Come on, Mark … do what you’re told.” He got up slowly and turned around.

“Ok … now open your zipper. Then you can sit back down again.”

He looked at me, then slowly lowered his zipper. He turned around and sat down.

“Just stretch your legs a bit and relax.”

He did as he was told and, with the tightness of the shorts, you could see some red cloth at the opening of his zipper.

“OK … we’ll leave you on display like that for now.”

We kept watching the cars arriving but most of the arrivals came as families. Quite large groups, mainly. There were a few pairs without kids that we saw and we put those licence plates down for checking later. Job done, I thought, although we’d wait until after the service was finished before we could go.

“Time to go and play around with the soccer ball for a while, Mark.”

We enjoyed ourselves for three quarters of an hour. It was time to have some more fun, I thought. I made a goal area with two sticks.

“OK … we’re going to have some fun now, Mark,” I said. “You’re going to shoot ten times on this madeshift goal and I’ll defend it.”

“OK … so what’s the catch?” he asked.

“You need to score at least six times or else you’ll be dropping your pants,” I said with a smile.

“Oh … you mean … here?”

“Yeah … here.”

He looked around. There were quite a few people walking around the square now … mostly with dogs but also some kids playing on the other side of the square in the playground.

“You can’t do that, Jamey. Please … couldn’t it be something else?”

“I’m not sure you’ll like my ‘something else,’ Mark. So it’s this or else ….”

I saw him think. “Yeah … stop it. I’ve done that with Tom before … I’m just coming up with something that is worse.”

“Get ready for it!” he warned.

He sounded convinced that he was going to do it.

“You play football a lot?” I asked him.

“Yeah … so I should be able to make it.”

He was right as the first two got in. He was shooting with his right foot, I noted.

The next one just went a bit too far over to one side. “Damn!” he said.

“Lose your right shoe,” I said in response.

He looked at me. “You mean ….”

“Yeah … I thought I was quite clear.”

He took off his shoe off and looked at the ball before attempting to shoot again.

“Not so sure any more?” I teased.

He did smile and started to prepare.

It seemed that shooting with his bare foot was not that easy as he couldn’t strike the ball firmly enough. His shot was easy for me to stop.

“OK … get rid of the sock on the right foot.”

He did it now without hesitation.

He waited a second before his fifth attempt and missed … two so far.

He used his left foot this time and, although it went just a bit too much to the left, I’m sure the next one would have gone in. He was getting used to my handicaps.

“Lose your left shoe,” I ordered.

“Oh … can’t I take off my t-shirt, Jamey?”.

“No, your shoe.”

He removed his shoe and used his right foot again on the next one … but again he didn’t shoot hard enough.

He got number six in. I deliberately didn’t stop his shot … I just wanted to make him feel a bit more secure. So the score was three in and three out. He was allowed one more miss. Number seven he missed.

“Not so easy, is it, Mark? Lose the other sock,” I demanded.

We had a few spectators watching us now, including a few kids.

He leaned closer to me now. “Please … can we stop this, Jamey? I’ve learned my lesson.”

“Oh … aren’t you looking forward to dropping your trousers soon?”

“No … definitely not. Look at those kids there.”

“I know, Mark. But, with Tom, I’m sure you would have gone through with it, wouldn’t you?”

He hesitated before he answered. “Yeah, I guess I would. He’d have been ….” He stopped mid-sentence and looked down at his crotch.

“Bugger! I’m hard too … just like him.”

“Yea and you are just nicely starting to show off your undies because of that, too.”

He looked down and blushed as now his crotch was showing quite a bit of his undies.

He went for number eight and again I made sure that he scored.

He only had to make two more. Let’s make him really horny, I thought. “Hey, Mark … just think next time before you bet anything. If you miss one more time, then those pants are gone.”

He looked at me, surprised, and then at the kids … as I was sure they’d heard what I just said.

“Oh … he’ll lose them then,” one of the kids yelled. “This might be fun.”

He got up for his ninth one and I allowed him score again. I was just a little too late to stop it but it was close.

He walked up to me again. “Please don’t do this,” he pleaded.

“Are you hard?” I asked him.

“Hmmm… yeah,” he said blushing.

“So you’re enjoying this, too, aren’t you, Mark?”

“I guess so,” he replied glumly.

“Well … one more time … make sure you miss and ….”

He walked back to the ball. I could see that he was nervous but his dick was now almost pointing through his zipper opening.

I knew better then to stop it. I didn’t really want him to lose his pants in public … just enjoy the anticipation of it.

He scored and started to walk around like he’d won a championship.

“Get dressed,” I said with a smile. “You were lucky.”

While Mark started putting his socks and shoes back on, the other kids moved away again.

When he started to adjust his trousers a bit, I said, “no … leave them.”

He blushed more fiercely. We walked back to our original place on the square. It appeared that we’d timed that right as, at that moment, we saw the first people coming out of the church. It hadn’t been as long a service as I thought it might have been. I sat with the ball in my hands and Mark was more or less still showing off his briefs … although he must have softened a bit as the opening had gotten smaller.

Most of the parishioners stayed outside of the church talking, while a few drove off. Kids started to gather around in little groups, too. I looked to see if I could see Tim but, not surprisingly, he wasn’t around.

I wanted to say something to Mark when I saw two boys walking towards us. Hmmm … this wasn’t what we had planned for. When they got close by the slightly taller one said, “Is that a soccer ball? Are you planning to play with it?”

“We might,” I answered.

I saw that one of them had spotted Mark’s open zipper. Bugger, I thought. Now what? “Can we play some ball with you?”

“Oh, yeah … we could if you want. But aren’t we too old?”

“We would be with the 6 of us … the other ones down there would come over to play as well.”

I looked over towards where he had pointed and saw that there were 2 older boys standing.

“Yeah … that could work … if your parents approve, of course.”

I saw that one of the boys hesitated a bit before he turned around. “Come on … let’s ask,” he said to the other boys.

As they walked away, I smiled at Mark and said, “Now this might be a surprising turn. You’d better zip up.”

“He saw, didn’t he?” he said while he closed his zipper.

“Yeah … and I think the two older ones standing down there did, too.” I looked at Mark. He looked up and saw that the two boys had a smile on their faces and it seemed that they were whispering something to each other.

I followed the boys. They talked with their parents and there was some arguing going on. I thought they wouldn’t approve but then one of the parents took a good long look at us and then nodded.

The boys waved at their friends and they started to walk towards us.

“So … can you play?” I asked as they got closer.

“Yeah,” the one who came up to us before said. “My name is John. This is my best friend, Paul, and these are our brothers, Saul and James. They’re shy, though.”

Yeah, yeah … shy and both gay, I suspected … but in the circumstances, not something you would say. “Hi, I’m Jamey! We’ve something in common.”

I could see that he was startled when I said that so I knew that my conclusion was right. “I too am named Jamey.” I followed up what I had started. I saw a bit of relief on his face then and a slight smile.

“So … 3 against 3. Either John or Paul will join our side … is that OK?”

Over the next 30 minutes we played and enjoyed a good match. I think both Mark and I noticed that Saul and James were a bit touchy feely whenever they could … but I just left them alone. One of the parents came over and we stopped playing and walked towards him.

“Time to go, guys. You’ve had enough fun for a Sunday.”

“Dad,” John pointed out. “It’s just some exercise … good for us.

“Yes, I know … but you need to think about God and respect His wishes. You’re overthinking your actions.”

“We know, Dad … we do. So just a 30 minutes break from God can’t be too bad.”

I saw that the father was considering what his sons had to say for a moment and then looked at me: “Hi, guys. Thanks for keeping them busy.”

“You’re welcome, sir,” I replied. “My name’s Jamey and this is my brother, Mark.”

“Ahhh … another Jamey … just to make it more difficult! Well … thanks but they have to go.”

“So … are you guys going to be here again next week?” John asked.

I knew we might not be … but, on the other hand, we’d made some connections. I thought about the best thing to say.

“We would ask our parents first … but if they’re OK with it … we could … yeah. Would that be OK with you, sir?” I asked John’s father.

I saw that Mark was surprised.

“Yeah … that would be OK. You might even want to join in on the service if you’re here a bit earlier.”

Oh, bugger! I thought that would really involve us deeply. I looked at Mark again. He nodded slightly. We knew both it would mean quite a commitment of time if we needed to be here every week … but, still, if that was the way to find Tim, we would.

“Yeah … we can ask that as well, sir.”

“So … see you next week then, John,” I added.

As the father turned around, that seemed to be that. When they reached he gather of the other parents, we caught some stares. I don’t think that the idea of more games was welcomed but somehow it changed during the conversation. There were more sympathetic looks at us. I think they were told that we might even join in the service before we played next time.

They slowly broke up to leave and the square returned to its normal routine of playing kids and people walking their dogs. I called Michel’s uncle to tell him that he could pick us up.

“So, guys … did you learn anything?”

“Well … there were about ten cars or so that drove in without kids … so that was helpful. We made a list of them so we can do some research.”

“Good … that sounds like a good start. Others can go from there next week.”

“rue … but we’ve got some more. We played some soccer with four of them for half an hour and they want us back next week.”

“Oh! You made some friends?”

“Well … we talked a bit with two of them and they looked like they wanted to know us.”

“They were just happy to play soccer!l” Mark contended.

“Maybe … but the other two were just happy to have us in their neighbourhood.”

“You’re sure they’re gay?” Mark asked.

“Yeah … they are … but they’re shy and deep in the closet,” I said. “And then there’s the fact that we’ve been invited into the church next time.”

“Oh … we need to talk with Karl about that. I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”

Michel’s uncle dropped us off. He told us that he or Karl would be in contact with us to tell us what to do next weekend. He thought that attending church might be a bit dangerous but also might help to get more information sooner.

I called William right after we got home and told him about what happened. I thought about giving Michel a call as well but I didn’t know a lot more so I wasn’t sure what I could tell him.

 

Joey en de droomjongen – 4

“he luiwammes, wakker worden. Je telefoon is ook al een paar keer gegaan, de volgende keer neem ik hem op ok” Mijn vader riep dit door de deur. Ik wist dat hij niet de deur zou openen maar toch.

“Ja, ik kom zo”.

Ik hoorde hoe hij de hal doorliep en de trap af.

Langzaam begon ik me te herinneren … neee niet weeer, zo levensecht, maar het was weer een droom geweest. Verdomme. Ik voelde mijn slipje en die was nap, een zaadlozing, geen echte aftreksessie van mijn droom jongen maar gewoon weer een droom. Loser dacht ik. Ik slikte diep, oh ja ik zou natuurlijk nog wel naar hem toe gaan maar ja dat wat ik net gedroomd had zou toch zeker niet echt gaan gebeuren.. of toch wel. Ik wist het allemaal niet meer. Ik stond op en liep de badkamer in. Ik twijfelde gisteren al of ik wel zou gaan maar nu helemaal. Had ik hier nou wel zin in, om me zo voor de gek te laten houden. Ik keek in de spiegel en zag het gezicht van een loser. Ik baalde van mij onzekerheid maar het werd dan ook iedere keer weer bevestigd dus wat moest ik nu anders. Shit wat was dat nu op mijn nek een grote pukkel, nee toch. Ik voelde er voorzichtig aan, maar niet dit was geen pukkel. Het leken wel lippen die daar op stonden. Plotseling herinnerde ik de laatste onderdelen van mijn droom. Shit, toch geen droom maar ik was nog niet geweest bij hem. Ja dit was een plek van de love bite. Ik snapte er niets meer van. Eerst die jockstrap en nu dit aandenken. Wat was er toch aan de hand.

Ik hoorde hoe toen mijn telefoon in de hal weer over ging. Ik sprong snel de slaapkamer in en trok mijn broek aan.

“He, met Joey” zei ik.

“Ha, Joey, eindelijk wakker. Ik had al een paar berichtjes achtergelaten. Kom je zo hier naar toe. Ik ben er klaar voor”.

“Hoi, Marco, ja net wakker. Sorry maar nogal onrustig geslapen”.

“Is prima, zie ik je over een half uurtje”.

“ja is prima. Moet ik nog wat meebrengen”.

“nee, beetje sportieve kleren waar je je makkelijk in kunt bewegen ok”.

“Is prima”.

Hij gaf mij het adres. Ik stapte snel de douche in, kleden me aan in een joggingbroek en leuk t-shirt.

Ik nam stel wat melk tot me in de keuken en riep naar mijn ouders. “Ik ben even weg, in de loop van de middag wel weer terug”.

Dit waren ze niet gewend van mij, meestal was ik het hele weekend thuis. Ik wilde niet dat ze vragen gingen stellen en of mijn love bite. Ik stapte snel op de fiets en 10 minuten later belde ik aan bij Marco. Het was een groot huis, met volgens mij voor zover ik kon zien ook een grote tuin. Geen wonder dat hij ruimte had om te werken aan zijn spieren. De deur werd open gedaan door een meisje/vrouw, iets ouder dan Marco dacht ik maar wel zijn even knie.

“He, jij moet Joey zijn. Kom binnen. Ik ben Anita de oudere wijze zus van Marco”.

Wat moest ik daar nou weer op zeggen. “Ja, ik had afgesproken met Marco”.

“Ja, dat zei hij al, maar kom binnen”.

Ik volgde haar de hal in en vervolgens de kamer. “Geen teken van Marco, wat was dit nou weer zat ik hier met zijn zus opgeschept”.

“Sorry maar Marco komt zo wel. Hij vroeg of ik je even wilde opvangen.

“Oh, ok”.

“Marco heeft het best veel over je de laatste 2 dagen. Kennen jullie elkaar al lang”.

“Wel, nee niet echt. We zitten al wel het hele jaar in dezelfde klas”.

“Ok, wel hij is behoorlijk onder de indruk van je”.

Ze nam me helemaal op van top tot teen. “Wow dat is een behoorlijke aandenken die je daar hebt. Dat moet wild geweest zijn”.

Ik wist precies waar ze het over had maar voelde me ook erg ongemakkelijk er bij. Verdomme. Ik had dit beter moeten camoufleren dacht ik toen. Ik reageerde niet, behalve dan dat ik erg rood kleurde toen ze zei “Ja, Marco zei al dat je verlegen was, geeft niet hoor. Meisjes vinden dat helemaal niet erg, misschien zelfs wel aantrekkelijk. Maar ja dat weet jij als de beste blijkbaar”.

Oh recht voor zijn raap wat nu. Op dat moment ging de deur open en kwam Marco binnen. “He goed je bent er al. Leuk, ik ben warm gedraaid dus wat mij betreft kunnen we gelijk aan de slag”.

Hij zag de blik van mij die richting zijn zus ging. “Eh, zus je hebt hem toch niet te veel op stang gejaagd he”.

“Eh, nee hoor Marco, waarom zou. Als een van jou vrienden moet hij daar toch wel tegen kunnen”.

De blik van Marco gaf echter wat anders weer. Zo iets van nu even niet zus. Blijkbaar begreep ze zijn boodschap beter dan ik want ze gaf een glimlach naar mij en zij “Als je straks klaar bent, en Marco wil zich nog zelf verder afbeulen dan ben ik in het zwembad. Ik beloof dat ik niet zal bijten ok”.

Ik knikte zo van ok en volgde op dat moment Marco de trap op.

“Eh, Marco wat was dat nou”.

“Oh, niks laat maar. Mijn zus houd van beetje uitdagen en daarin gaat ze soms wel eens te ver. Tof trouwens dat je er bent, leuk om zo ook een maatje te hebben hiervoor. Eerst even naar mijn kamer en dan gaan we naar de kelder, daar staat al het instrumentarium”.

Oh shit dacht ik, zijn kamer. Zo was het in mijn droom ook begonnen. Ik voelde hoe mijn lul steigerde in mijn jogging broek. Het was goed dat ik een leuke tanga slip aan gedaan had die zorgde er voor dat er geen paal zichtbaar werd.

Hij openende zijn deur, ik volgde hem binnen. Dit was niet leuk. Ik herkende de kamer, ik had die eerder gezien. Vannacht in mijn droom, verdomme. Hoe was dit mogelijk. Ik voelde hoe mijn benen begonnen te trillen. Wat was hier nou helemaal aan de hand. Dit was niet leuk meer. Ik was zo verbaasd van dit alles dat ik niet mezelf realiseerde dat Marco tegen me aan het praten was en terwijl zijn joggingbroek uit gedaan had snel even zijn licht groene slipje aan mij had laten zien.

“Eh, ja is prima” zei ik maar, maar ik wist niet echt waar ik op reageerde.

Hij keek even raar maar reageerde niet en kwam dichterbij. Hij raakte me schouder aan en zei “Kom, dan gaan we naar beneden. Mijn zus noemt dat ook wel de afbeul ruimte. Ik vind het nog wel mee vallen”. Terwijl volgde ik hem de trap weer af, hal in en nog een trap af.

We kwamen in een erg professioneel ingerichte kamer met een fiets, loopband, gewichten en nog een aantal andere apparaten die ik al wel eens in een sportschool had gezien.

Voordat ik het wist waren we bezig. Marco legde alles goed uit en wist blijkbaar heel goed wat ik al wel aan kon en wat nog niet. Sommige dingen deed hij zelf voor en andere zaken hielp hij me mee. Dat betekende dat hij mij lichaam aanraakte en dat veroorzaakte dan weer een nieuwe uitval van zweet en de bloed toevoer naar mijn liefdes orgaan.

Nadat we zo een half uurtje waren bezig geweest en hij nadrukkelijk een paar keer een oefening had moeten verbeteren bij mij stopte hij ineens. “Wacht even. Ik ben wel lekker bezig he. Je hebt nog niet eens kunnen zeggen of je dit wel leuk vind, of het helpt, of het zeer doet.. sorry maar dat doe ik nou eenmaal als ik op zaterdagochtend door mijn oefeningen heen ga. Anita zegt wel eens dat ik dan bezeten ben. Maar eh.. alles goed”.

Ik glimlachte even dit was de bezorgde Marco die ik had leren kennen, waar af en toe een vleugje van te zien was maar die zo ontzettend lief was als hij dat deed. ‘Eh, ja natuurlijk Marco anders had ik het al wel gezegd. Aan het zweten zo te merken dan gaat het prima. Dat is volgens mij toch ook een beetje de bedoeling”.

“ja, zeker. Nog andere zaken of wil je weer verder”.

“Hm, de volgende keer moet ik echt een sportbroek aan doen want dit werkt zo niet echt. Die joggingbroek plakt af en toe aan mijn benen en dat maakt het niet makkelijker op”.

“Ja, sorry dat had ik even moeten aangeven. Maar wat mij betreft mag je hem ook uit doen. Er komt hier toch niemand en wij zijn jongens onder elkaar dus als dat helpt”.

Ik kleurde even nou wat dacht ik. Ik had dan wel een leuke slip aan maar de helft van de tijd was die goed gevuld geweest.

“he, maakt mij niet uit he, jongens onder elkaar en zoals ik al eerder gezegd heb je mag er best zijn dus je hebt niets om je voor te schamen”.

Ik twijfelde even. Hij… verdomme voordat ik iets kon zeggen of doen had hij zijn eigen sportbroekje al naar beneden getrokken “Zo, wat mij betreft doe ik mee dan hoef je je minder opgelaten te voelen”

Oh, nee net of dat zou helpen dacht ik. Maar ik kon gelijker tijd ook niet achter blijven. Ik deed net of het niets betekende maar ging wel even met mijn rug naar hem toe staan terwijl ik mijn joggingbroek uit deed. “Ok, wat is het volgende wat je wilt dat ik doe”.

Ik zag hem kijken, of zag ik dat nou verkeerd. “Oh, we gaan door met de squad. Nog een half uurtje of zo en dan heb je wel genoeg gehad”.

Hij stond naast me tijdens die oefening en ik zag hem ook kijken naar mijn nek. Ik wist wat hij zag. Hij vroeg niets maar ik wist niet wat dat nu weer betekende. Gedurende het half uur had ik echt een aantal keren een behoorlijke stijve. Ik wist ook niet wat ik hier nu mee aan moest. Ook zijn slipje had af en toe echt wel meer vertoond dan normaal. Stond hij me nu uit te dagen of was dit jongens onder elkaar. Ik durfde niets te doen omdat ik bang was voor het verliezen wat ik nu met hem aan het opbouwen was.

Na een uurtje of zo stonden mijn spieren op springen. “Ik ga nog even verder maar ik denk dat jij genoeg gehad hebt. Wat echt goed zou zijn, is even wat zwemmen en in het water liggen. Je spieren zullen dan morgen wat minder stijf aan voelen. Ik ga nog een half uurtje door en dan kom ik ook. OK?”

“Eh, maar ik heb geen zwemkleding bij me en jou zus is daar”.

“oh, geen probleem achter het zwembad is een kleine kleedruimte. In de tweede la liggen daar ook een aantal zwembroeken van mij die aan je kunt doen ok”.

“Ah, goed, zie ik je straks”. Ik trok mijn joggingbroek aan en liep naar boven en daarna de tuin in.

“Ah, daar ben je” zei Anita.

“Ik dacht al dat ik je moest komen redden”.

“Nee, Anita, Marco was prima, erg zorgzaam en legde alles goed uit”.

“oh, Marco zorgzaam” zei ze zachtjes.

Ze twijfelde even en zei toen “He, Joey, kom even hier zitten volgens mij zijn we op de verkeerde voet begonnen”.

“Geeft niet” zei ik.

“nee, ik wil het goed maken. Kom even zitten, dat zwembad kan wel even wachten”.

Ik ging naast haar op een van de ligstoelen liggen.

“ok, Ik kan wat erg direct overkomen. Sorry daarvoor. Marco had me al gewaarschuwd dat je verlegen en onzeker bent”. Ze wachtte even. Volgens mij wilde ze een bevestiging of zo.

“Ja, wel onzeker ja, maar …”.

Ze was ontzettend eerlijk en open en ik wist het even niet meer. Het gemakkelijker kunnen praten met Marco voelde ik ook wel met haar.

“Dat geldt in zeker opzicht ook voor Marco weet je…”.

“eh, hoe bedoel je” vroeg ik engiszins verbaasd.

“Wel hij heeft tijd nodig om mensen te leren kennen en hij doet als hij thuis is erg veel zijn ding. Weet je dat hij zelfs nog nooit een van zijn vrienden heeft aangeboden om gebruik te maken van de apparatuur daar beneden”.

“oh, ok, wel ik heb me niet opgedrongen of zo”.

“nee, dat begrijp ik. Marco kan niet stoppen met praten over je zo voor de laatste twee dagen. Ik wil alleen zeker zijn dat je ziet dat Marco op school en hier twee andere personen soms zijn”.

“ok, wel daar heb ik nog niet zo veel van gemerkt”.

“Dat begrijp ik, maar goed, jij bent verlegen en onzeker, Marco doet zijn bijdrage door je te helpen om je lichaam te versterken. Ik wil ook wat doen. Je bent een leuke gast dus wat denk je ervan om morgen samen te gaan shoppen”.

“Hoe bedoel je”.

“Volgens mij kun je wel wat meer up to date kleding gebruiken, dat helpt zeker in de huidige tijd”.

“Oh, normaal gaat mijn ma mee”.

“Ja, dat dacht ik al. Wel zorg dat je klaar staat om een uurtje of 11 morgen ok”.

“hm, maar ik heb geen geld of zo, dat moet ik eerst vragen”.

“Dat komt wel goed. Ik doe graag iets om Marco te verrassen”.

Die laatste snapte ik niet maar durfde ook niet om een verduideling te vragen. “Tijd voor het zwembad. Ik wacht even tot Marco terug is en dan ben ik er vandoor”.

Ze verwijsde me naar het gebouwtje achter in de tuin. “Daar vind je alles, ook schone handdoeken”.

“Dankje Anita, eh ook voor morgen alvast”.

“Is goed Joey”.

Aangekomen in de kleedruimte annex schuurtje vond ik al snel de la waarop Marco geduid had. Ik openende deze en vond er een drietal zwembroeken in, wel niet echt zwembroeken maar meer zwemslipjes, van die speedo achtige. Duidelijk niet heel groot dus dat was wel weer leuk ook om Marco zo een beetje uit te dagen. Of was dat ook echt zijn bedoeling. Ik koos een licht blauwe uit en begon me om te kleden. Net toen ik de speedo aan had begon ik het gevoel te krijgen of ik ergens anders was. Ik knipperde met mijn ogen en realiseerde me dat ik terug in de kelder was. Ik keek naar beneden en zag dat ik nu op een van de matjes lag, met mijn lul,, eh sorry Marco’s lul in mijn handen.. nee Marco’s handen. Ik voelde hoe hij meer en meer opgewonden raakte.

Wat was dit nu weer. Ik leek wel of ik in Marco’s lichaam gekropen was terwijl hij.. was hij echt.. ik droomde nu niet. Hij steunde en kreunde, die kwamen duidelijk uit mijn mond. Al hoewel hij lag en ik stond maakte dat dat mijn benen behoorlijk begonnen te trillen. Ik voelde hoe hij op het punt stond om te gaan klaar komen. Ik keek nog eens even naar beneden. Wat een prachtige lul had hij. Daar wilde ik wel meer mee doen dan alleen mijn hand op hebben. Ik voelde nu een dubbel geil gevoel over me heen komen. Niet alleen die van Marco maar ook die van mij zelf. Ik wist echter dat ik dat niet kon. Ik bewoog mijn hand en merkte dat die bewegingen door Marco werden overgenomen. Geen idee of dat Marco zich dit realiseerde of niet maar ik merkte wel dat hij nog harder geen kreunen, hij naderde zijn hoogte punt dat was wel duidelijk. Ik had mijn(zijn) hand nu helemaal om zijn lul en voelde hoe de spieren in zijn lul begonnen samen te trekken hij was er bijna. Hij kreunde nog harder gevolgd door… wat dacht ik. Ik voelde hoe mijn mond zich vormde en ik mijn eigen naam zij “Ohhh Joeyyyyyyy”. Zijn orgasme me nam me echter totaal over. Ik voelde hoe ik moest gaan zitten terwijl ik genoot van zijn orgasme. Ook wel weer gaaf. Ik zag het sperma over mijn (zijn) hoofd schieten, daarna mijn (zijn) gezicht en ten slotte een aantal landen op mijn(zijn) borst en buik. De geur van zijn sperma vulde mijn nostrils. Wow, ik bewoog er zijn hand naar toe en langzaam haalde ik deze er door heen. Zou dit werken. Daarna langzaam naar zijn mond. Ik merkte dat er wat weerstand was maar zette door en bracht zijn hand tot aan mijn (zijn) tong. Ik likte langzaam zijn zaad op en yes ik proefde het ook nog. Heerlijk. Blijkbaar was dat wat te veel wat plotseling was ik terug waar ik was. Ik zat op de grond, een verschrikkelijk zichtbare stijve in mijn speedo en totaal geschokt door wat er gebeurt was. Wat gebeurde hier toch… dit was toch niet normaal. Deed ik dat.. of had Marco uit zich zelf Joey geroepen. Ik stond op en pakte een handdoek. Tijd om af te koelen in het zwembad. Het stukje van de schuur naar het zwwembad hield ik de handdoek voor me en daarna dook ik snel het zwembad in. Ik zag Anita glimlachen en naast haar stond Marco. Oh wat ………..

Joey en de droomjongen 5

Joey en de droomjongen – 3

Ik had mijn ogen gesloten, wachtte op het onvermijdelijke. Mijn lul maakte sprongetjes in mijn broek maar dat liet ik maar even zo. Toen voelde ik de warmte van zijn adem op mijn gezicht en hoorde ik hem fluisteren

“Jij bent het waard Joey. Stop met twijfelen. Laat je zelf zien”.

Ik voelde de afstand tussen ons groter worden. Had ik het dan toch verkeerd begrepen. Ik deed voorzichtig mijn ogen open en keek in het mooie gezicht van Marco. Hij had er een volle glimlach op staan.

“Kop op Joey, laat ze maar zeuren he. Wij weten beter toch?” Ik keek hem twijfelend aan.

“Morgen proberen ze het gewoon weer”.

“Wel daar gaan we wat aan doen dan. Jij bent hier niet de verliezer maar zij”.

Ik was al vaker gepest maar nog nooit was er iemand voor mij opgekomen. Dit was nieuw, beangstigend.

“Tijd voor de volgende les, kop op en wacht op mij voor de school straks voordat je weg rijd. Ik breng je thuis ok”.

Ik maakte een voorzichtige glimlach op mijn gezicht.

“Dat is beter Joey. Dat moet je vaker doen”.

Ik voelde me ongemakkelijk. Hij was zo leuk, maar wat was dit nou. Zo ongebruikelijk voor mij. Zo ongewoon. Ik liep achter hem aan terug naar de lokalen, de volgende les kwam er aan. Voordat ik het wist zat ik weer in het lokaal. Ging de dag weer gewoon door. Waarom nu, waarom hij , de jongen waarover ik al zo lang over droomde. Ik kwam de rest van de dag door en wachtte op het moment dat de dag weer voorbij was. Zou hij er staan, zou ik wachtte of gewoon gelijk zo snel mogelijk naar huis proberen te gaan.

Bij mijn fiets aangekomen stond hij daar. Mooi als altijd, glimlach op zijn gezicht.

“He Joey, gelukkig zit deze week er weer op”.

“Ja, weekend”.

Twee dagen om door te komen, veel lezen, af en toe TV kijken, game en dan zien we wel weer. Niet iets nieuws gewoon hetzelfde als altijd.

“Je zou wat meer moeten sporten Joey, wat sterker worden dan laten ze je wel alleen”.

“Nee, dat is niks voor mij zo’n sportschool. Al die spieren. Wat moet ik daar”.

“Je je moet eens beginnen he, hebben zij ook allemaal gedaan hoor”.

Ik haalde mijn schouders op.

“Wel, anders kom je morgen bij mij langs. Waar denk je waar ik deze van heb”.

Hij balde zijn armen en zijn arm spieren bolde op. Hmmm ja, dacht ik mooi, zo mooi….. Ik realiseerde mij even niet dat hij een vraag had gesteld. Pas toen mijn blik van zijn arm naar zijn gezicht ging besefte ik zijn vraag. Het antwoord had al te lang geduurd en tijd om na te denken over de consequenties kon ik niet.

“Ja is goed”.

Wat had ik nou gezegd. Dit kon ik toch echt niet doen. Bij hem thuis langs, samen sporten. De moed zakte in mijn schoenen.

“Ok, is dat geregeld. Ik bel je zodra ik wakker. Wat is jou nummer”.

Ik gaf hem zijn nummer. We waren bij mijn straat aangekomen.

“Ik ben er”.

“ok, wel dan zie ik je morgen. Het adres geef ik wanneer ik je bel”.

“Tot morgen”.

Hij verhoogde zijn snelheid. Ik keek hem na totdat hij twee straten verder op de bocht om ging. Shit, nou wat. Toen ik thuis kwam, ging het al snel weer als vanouds, eten klaar maken, vrijdagavond klusjes en dan bed. Veel tijd om na te denken over zaterdag had ik niet. Ik zag dat morgen allemaal wel weer. Voor nu eerst slapen. Zijn huis was groot, heel groot. Ik wist wel dat er een paar van die daar stonden maar ik wist niet dat Marco daar woonde. Hij liet me binnen met een grote glimlach op zijn gezicht.

“Ha je bent er leuk. Kunnen we gelijk beginnen”.

Voordat ik het wist stond ik in zijn slaapkamer. Een mooie grote kamer, met aan een kan een computer, muziekinstallatie en een bureau om te werken. Een mix van posters aan de wand. Sommige van sporters, een paar mooie meiden en van een paar muziekgroepen. Niks bijzonders eigenlijk. Hij had achter mij de deur gesloten en was op het bed gaan zitten. Ik wist even niet wat ik moest doen totdat hij naast hem op het bed klopte. Aarzelend ging ik naast hem zitten. Ik keek de kamer rond maar voldoende toen weer zijn warme hand op mijn gezicht.

“Daar hebben we straks meer tijd voor Joey. Kom hier”.

Voordat ik het wist hadden onze lippen elkaar aangeraakt, Zijn tong drong zich tussen mijn lippen door. Ik stribbelde heel even tegen, maar de smaak van zijn lippen en de zachtheid van zijn tong zorgde dat mijn weerstand al snel verdween. Wat volgde was een hartstochtelijke kus, onze tongen danste samen op ongehoorde muziek, maakte kennis met ieder intiem hoekje. Dus toch vlamde het door mij heen. Dus toch. Op dat moment voelde ik hoe mijn lul met sprongetjes zich omhoog wrong. Tegelijktijdig begon ik behoefte te hebben aan lucht. Ik was bang dat ik droomde dat dit niet waar was dus probeerde de behoefte aan lucht zo lang mogelijk te onderdrukken. Helaas ik voelde hoe hij zich langzaam terug trok. We keken elkaar aan. Ik zag zijn hand langzaam in de richting van mijn broek gaan. De aanraking zorgde voor een luide uiting van hartstocht, een diepe inname van lucht en nog veel meer gevoelens die door mijn lichaam gingen. Zijn andere hand had mijn hand nu beet gepakt en gebracht naar zijn broek. Ik voelde de warmte er al vanaf komen voordat ik die aanraakte. Daar was het instrument van mijn dromen, zijn heerlijke liefdespaal, zijn genotsdolk, zijn … oh wat was die hard en groot.

Hij had mijn hand los gelaten en samen met zijn andere hand duwde hij mij wat omhoog. Hij wilde dat ik ging staan. Ik volgde zijn handen, ging staan en draaide me naar hem toe. Zijn handen gingen nu snel naar mijn broek, begonnen de knopen los te maken en daarna ging deze snel naar beneden. Ik probeerde hem aan te kijken maar zijn blik was nu gericht op mijn kruis, de plek waarin al mijn gevoelens nu te samen kwamen in een stijfheid waar ik wist ik trots op kon zijn. Hij wrijfde zachtjes over mijn slipje heen. Ik hield het niet meer. Mijn oerdriften wilde de vrijheid krijgen. Mijn droomjongen begreep dat en duwde de rand van mijn slipje over hem heen. Met een sprongetje zocht hij de vrijheid op. Ik hoorde hoe hij een diepe zucht maakte. Zijn handen kwamen dichterbij en nog dichterbij en dan touchdown…. Mijn lul werd nog harder, voor zover dat nog mogelijk was. Ze verwelkomde zijn gespierde vingers die langzame de huid van mijn oerdriften begon te bewegen. Op en neer, op en neer, op en neer. Mijn knieën begonnen te trillen. Ik wist dat dit niet lang meer kon duren. Een hand had nu ook de weg naar mijn ballen gevonden. Mijn ballen waar ik langzaam voelde hoe mijn zaad het kookpunt bereikte. Ik legde mijn handen op zijn schouders. Hij keek op, glimlachte toen hij mijn gezicht zag. Hij bleef kijken terwijl hij mij langzaam naar een hoogte punt bracht. Mijn zaad was klaar, klaar om te tonen hoe het hier naar had verlangt en toen, toen sprong het er uit, een, twee, drie,,,, vier, vijf ,… het ging maar door. Ik steunde nu echt op hem. Voelde heel veel energie mijn lichaam verlaten en tegelijktijdig genot en pure extase er voor in de plaats komen. Ik had nooit gedacht dat het zo zo kon zijn en dan nog wel met hem. De laatste hoeveelheid zaad vond de weg naar buiten en ik hang nu half op hem, Marco, mijn droomjongen. Mijn hoofd op zijn schouders. Zijn adem op mijn nek. Ik voelde hoe hij me kuste, niet een keer maar meerdere keren. Mijn klaar komen had zijn oerdriften op stoom gebracht. Hij kuste me heftig in mijn nek, zoog het nectar van zweet uit mijn huid.

Langzaam begon ik weer op adem te komen. Ik duwde me zelf wat naar achteren. Een schuchtere lach op mijn gezicht. Ik keek hem aan, wist dat het nu mijn beurt was. Mijn handen bewogen zich langzaam naar beneden. Blijkbaar begreep hij wat ik wilde. Ik zag een glimlach om zijn gezicht vormen toen hij zachtjes sprak

“Hoeft niet meer”.

Ik…….. Hij kleurde… wow hij was zonder help klaar gekomen.. had ik dat teweeg gebracht. Ik Joey de jongen. De loser…. Een gevoel van trost, van blijdschap van … was het dan toch mogelijk …of ….  …. wel iets eerder dan verwacht.

hoofdstuk 4

Joey en de droomjongen – 2

Ik besefte maar half dat de deur open ging. Ik voelde mijn hand nog op mijn gele jockstrap, een natte plek had zich daar gevormd. Langzaam begon ik ook te beseffen dat er iemand iets tegen mij zei.

“he Joey, het is tijd om op te staan anders ben je te laat op school”.

“Oh,” zei ik.

De deur ging weer dicht, tevreden dat ik wakker was. Wat wakker, had ik het allemaal gedroomd… nee toch zeker… ohhh shit he dan was ik toch wel twee keer lekker klaar gekomen. Wow wat een droom. Als die nou maar werkelijkheid kon worden. Maar die jongen uit mijn droom dat zou nooit iets worden. Nee, helaas geen afspraakje om bij hem te gaan sporten vanavond.

Ik sloeg de deken van me af en ging op de rand van het bed zitten. Wacht even ik voelde mijn billen. Dat is normaal niet het geval. Ik keek naar beneden en slikte even. Wat…. Ik keek nog een keer goed en ging er met mijn hand naar toe… Dat kon toch helemaal niet. Ik had zo’n slipje helemaal niet. Ik keek er nog een keer goed naar. Ja dit leek heel erg op dat gele jockstrap waarover ik gedroomd had.

Het was toch een droom geweest of toch niet. Ik keek rond in de kamer maar alles stond nog precies zoals het was. Hoe kwam ik er nu achter of het een droom was geweest of toch niet. Verdomme, kon toch moeilijk aan mijn droomjongen dat vragen. Hoe vreemd zou dat zijn.

Hoe kwam ik er achter of ik gedroomd had of niet. Ik dacht na over wat er nog meer in mijn droom voor gekomen was. Hm, het witte slipje, dat had ik aan mijn droom jongen gegeven. Ik liep snel naar mijn lade kast en opende de la met daarin mijn ondergoed. Ik ging er snel door heen, telde het aantal witte slipjes maar ja hoeveel had ik er nou ook al weer. Dit hielp niet. Ik zuchtte diep. Eerst maar douche.

Ik douchte, kleden me aan. Let wel even goed op welk slipje dat ik aan deed. Een witte bon giorno, die showde mijn bobbel altijd mooi en ik hield van de wijze waarop ze rond mijn lichaam sloten. Ik pakte mijn tas en dacht er nog net op tijd aan om het gele jockstrap in mijn tas te stoppen. Voor het geval dacht ik.

Op school aangekomen keek ik even rond of ik mijn droom jongen zag, Marco is zijn naam trouwens. Het tweede uur had ik les samen met hem dus dan zou ik hem zeker zien.

Met spanning liep ik naar het lokaal voor het tweede uur. Ja hoor daar was hij. Achterin zoals altijd terwijl ik meestal voorin zat. Ik ging op mijn eigen plek zitten maar voordat ik ging zitten was er even oog contact en had ik dat nou goed gezien ook een klein knikje. Met knikkende knieën ging ik zitten. Was het dan toch echt gebeurt. Ik snapte er niets meer van. Ik kan niet echt zeggen dat ik veel van de uitleg van die les gehoord heb. Ik was in mijn eigen wereld.

Ik hoorde de bel gaan en stond op. Ik was redelijk snel weg. Ik had willen wachtte maar dat durfde ik eigenlijk ook weer niet. We hadden nu 20 minuten pauze. Ik liep in de richting van de creatieve kant van het gebouw. Hier hield ik van, muziek, tekenen, schilderen… heerlijk.

Snel sloop ik het auditorium in. Dat is een ruimte waar ik altijd even tot rust kwam. Er was niemand meestal. Ik hoorde de deur achter mij nogmaals gaan.

“He Joey, wat doe jij hier”.

Verdomme de twee jongens uit mijn droom. Was het dan een voorspelling geweest of … Ze waren nu dichterbij gekomen. Een stond een beetje rechts van mij en de andere links.

“Laten we eens kijken wat er in zijn tas zit”.

Voordat ik het wist hadden ze mijn tas uit mijn handen gerukt. Een van de twee deed hem open en hield hem op zijn kop.

Neeeeee dacht ik verdomme. Die jockstrap zat er in. Wat nu. Ik voelde hoe mijn kop rood werd toen een van de jongens voor over boog en met zijn hand richting de jockstrap ging.

“Wat hebben we hier. Hmm wat een apart kledingstuk. Zo eentje die homo’s dragen volgens mij”.

“Ja, en wat moet jij daar nu mee in je tas Joey”.

“Eh, ik eh….

Ze lieten me niet uitpraten .. “Wat zullen we hier eens mee doen”.

“Geef terug. Laat me met rust”.

“Nou dat denk ik toch niet. Wat zullen we eens doen. Misschien moeten we hem helpen om dit aan te doen”.

“Kom hier Joey, uit die broek”.

Ik stapte juist terug uit maar werd tegen gehouden. De andere knul begon aan mijn knopen van mijn broek te zitten.

“Laat dat” Bulderde het vanaf de andere kant van het auditorium.

‘Laat hem met rust, wegwezen jullie”.

Ik weet niet wat ik meer vernederend had gevonden. Dat ik daar bijna de jockstrap aan had moeten doen of dat daar mijn droom jongen Marco aan kwam lopen.

De andere twee gingen er snel van door.

“Sorry dat ik niet eerder was. Ik zag dat je ze achtervolgde en dacht al die hebben niet veel goeds van plan”.

“Eh, ja dank je”.

Hij stak zijn hand uit. “Marco en jij bent Joey is het niet”.

“Hm, ja”. Ik pakte zijn hand en ik voelde hoe mijn knieën begonnen te knikken.

“Goed, laat me je even helpen”.

“Nee, dat is prima. Ik kan het ook alleen”.

“Nee, vier handen maken licht werk”.

Ik keek bewust niet naar de jockstrap toen ik mijn tas begon in te pakken. Hij pakte de spullen die wat verder weg gerold waren. “Lekker zitten die he” zei hij terwijl hij naar de jockstrap wees.

Ik kleurde nog roder, wat nu dacht ik.

“Ik heb er ook zo een. Maar draag die nooit naar school”.

Ik pakte de jockstrap en stopte hem als laatste in mijn tas.

We stonden allebei op en ik voelde de hitte van zijn lichaam. Zo dichtbij en toch zo ver weg.

Ik keek de andere kant op, maar voelde toen hoe hij zijn hand op mijn wang legde en deze langzaam draaide. Onze lippen waren nu maar 10 cm van elkaar verwijdert en ik keek recht in zijn ogen.

Durfde ik nu, zou ik nu, zou hij…..

chapter 3

Days at the beach – 6

Joe and Mark began to feel like they had a little too much of a good
thing. When Sean and Kyle had been their only slaves, it had been a lot
of fun. Adding Jason in made the humiliation so much better. The only
issue seemed to be that the focus on Jason may have been taking away from
the other two.

“What do you think we should really do?” Joe asked. “I don’t feel like
really giving up on the two of them.”

“I agree,” Mark said. “But there’s so much we can do with Jason. it’s
easy to tell that we’re breaking him down. It’s more fun that Sean and
Kyle have been. I mean, we already knew they were fags.”

“Well, what do you suggest, then?”

“We should just keep doing what we have been doing,” Mark suggested. “We
can humiliate all three guys at once. The more public things we do, if
we get in trouble,it’ll be Sean’s and Kyle’s asses on the line. Not
ours.”

“Sounds good,” Joe agreed. “So what should we do to our little hetero
brat next?”

“Oh, I have a few ideas,” Mark said. “In fact, I believe our boys are
waiting for us in the bedroom.”

Joe laughed. The two of them got up and walked into the other room.
Opening the door introduced them both to a very funny scene.

Jason was tied down, spread eagled and face down on the bed. He had a
gag in his mouth. His red ass was uncovered and vunerable. The opening
of the door caught his attention and he looked around and saw his
tormentors come in. Sean and Kyle were both wearing tight blue thongs.
Their cocks were hard and stretching the fabric. The two of them were
busy massaging and feeling up Jason’s body. After the episode at the
beach, the boys felt their straight boy should get a little pleasure in
return for that he had given the two other slave boys earlier.

“Untie him,” Joe ordered. Sean and Kyle complied really quickly and
untied Jason’s bonds. Then, the two of them turned around and awaited
further orders. Jason, however, stayed on his stomach.

“What’s a matter, straight boy?” Mark asked with a laugh. “Turn over on
your stomach. Let us get a look at your cock.”

Jason shook his head no. His face and body was beet red with
embarrasement.

With a quick look and a nod, Kyle and Sean knew what their orders were.
Both of them grabbed onto each side of Jason and started to turn him
over. He resisted just a little bit at first, but the two boys were
enough to overpower him. Them flipped the naked straight boy over onto
his back.

What they saw caused Joe and Mark to laugh out loud. Not only was Jason
rock hard, his cock was throbbing. With ever beat of his heart, the rod
bobbed up and down. The shaft was slick with precum, going all the way
down to his balls. A string of cum attatched his cock to his belly
button. Closer inspection revealed a glistening sheen of cum over his
belly.

“Looks like our boy is kinda turned on,” Joe said.

“Good deal,” Mark agreed. “How about you two fags? Are you having fun
with Jason?”

Sean and Kyle readily agreed that they were. While the focus was still
on on Jason, they awaited any further orders. To everyone’s surprise,
Joe went over the the video camera and turned it off.

“Well, we are going to have a lot of fun tonight,” Joe announced. “After
your little workout at the beach, we both feel you deserve a night of
just hanging out. The four of us are going to head towards the mall.”

“So, get up and get dressed,” Mark instructed. “You’ll find your outfits
sitting over there on the dresser. Sean and Kyle, you get dressed
first. Jason… you stay there naked. Once the two fags are dressed,
they’re going to dress you too.”

While Jason lay naked with a throbbing and bobbing hardon, Sean and Kyle
put on their outfits. Once they were dressed, they both stood awkwardly
and embarrassed. Joe and Mark had their laughs. The two of them kept
their thongs on, and covered them only with sweat pants. then, to make
them look like rejects from the 80’s, they were both wearing half
shirts. Sean’s was gray and Kyle’s was black. Their cocks continued to
put major dents into their pants, while their flat bellies were
completely uncovered.

Dressing Jason was a lot more fun. They put a mesh jockstrap on him, and
made sure his hard cock was laying up against his belly. Then, they
dressed him in a pair of really tight jeans. They then fit him with a
skin tight shirt with no sleeves. It hugged every inch of his torso,
leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. In big letters on the
front of the shirt was the saying “I Like My Cock.” Afterwards, they
primped his hair up nice, applied a lot of gel, and finished the look off
with a viser.

“Well, he sure looks like a fag now, doesn’t he?” Joe laughed.

“Sure does,” Mark agreed. “Let’s get him into the car.”

As was before, the three slave boys sat in the back of the car. Jason
was made to sit in the middle to prevent him trying to get away when the
car stopped. Mark was driving and Joe was keeping an eye back on the
spectacle behind them. None of the boys knew what was in store for
them. All three of them had hard cocks, however, created large bulges in
their pants.

After about fifteen minutes of driving, the boys pulled up to the local
mall. Joe and Mark got out first, and then they let the other three out
of the back seat. Once the slave boys knew where they were, Kyle and
Sean groaned, but Jason almost automatically freaked out.

“What the hell are we doing here?” he asked. “I can’t be seen dressed
like a homo here! I have friends who hang out here!”

“Being seen looking like a homo is going to be the least of your
problems,” Joe laughed. “Now get walking or you know what the
consequences will be.”

Resigning himself to his fate, but still visibly nervous, Jason began to
walk with the other boys to the mall entrance. In spite of his fear,
everyone noticed that his cock did not go down at all. It still pressed
hard up against his jeans. Every now and then, either Sean or Kyle would
be ordered to reach over and give the boner a slight caress.

Many boys and girls were giving the small group the strangest stares. It
was Saturday night and the mall was very crowded. This was exactly what
Mark and Joe had been counting on. They had something in mind for poor
Jason that would transform his entire life for good.

Once inside the mall, the boys made their way over to the food court.
Sean and Kyle were made to go and get the food for everyone, while all
the other boys sat at the table. Unsure of exactly what was in store for
them, Kyle and Sean complied. They had been slightly relieved at the
thought that the focus had been taken away from them. They didn’t want
to overthink it though, because they hadn’t been taken totally off the
hook.

Things were halfway normal for about 45 minutes. Mark and Joe did make
Kyle and Sean stand up while they ate. That wasn’t so bad, though. Some
people gave them very odd looks, probably also because the two of them
were dressed so alike. The attention wasn’t that bad, though.

“Okay, Jason, time to have a little bit of fun,” Mark announced.

“Yeah, Sean and Kyle, we want you to stand back a little from the table,”
Joe instructed. Both boys complied. Jason began to look a little
relived. He assumed incorrectly that this coming humiliation was going
to all be about them.

“Good,” Mark said, obviously pleased. “I like where this has the
oppurtunity to go.”

Luckily, the two boys had picked an area that was set off to the back
corner of the foodcourt. Although this really did not protect them from
being seen, it was a place that the mall security rarely came to. That
way, whatever horrid thing that Joe and Mark had in mind might embarrass
them, but not get them arrested.

“Here’s how things are going to work this time around,” Joe said. He
turned over to Jason and gave him a big smile. “You’re going to have a
lot of fun now, boy.”

“What do you mean?” Jason asked, alarm coming into his voice for the
first time. He had totally assumed that he was off the hook for the
night. Surely they were not going to make him humiliate himself in the
mall?

“Well, here’s what you’re going to do,” Mark instructed. “First, you are
going to unbutton your jeans and halfway unzip them. Don’t worry, it
won’t be enough for anyone to see anymore then the top of your
jockstrap.”

He was about to say something, but Jason realized that he had better
not. The last thing he wanted was for his father to find out what was
happening. A little exposure of his underwear wasn’t much to ask. He did
as he was told.

“Hot,” Joe remarked with a laugh. “Don’t you think so, boys?”

Both Sean and Kyle nodded.

“Don’t nod,” Mark scolded. “Tell Jason how hot you think he is.”

“You’re very hot, Jason,” Kyle and Sean said. They tried to be slightly
quiet about it. Unfortunately a few people still heard. They turned and
started watching what was happening with interest.

“Now, we’re not going to make any of you expose yourself in the mall,”
Joe said. “So don’t worry if that’s what you were thinking.”

Tha was a breath of relief for all three of the slave boys. They had
been slightly scared that they would have to jack each other off or
expose themselves in some other way.

“But you’re going to pretend like you’re going to do something,” Mark
said. “It’ll just be for a quick moment, though.”

“What?” Jason asked, a sudden look of worry comig to his face. “What is
that supposed to mean?”

“Easy,” Joe clarified. “You’re going to get on your knees in front of
Sean and Kyle.”

“No fucking way!” Jason said, way too loud for his own preferences. This
caught the attention of some more people in the crowd.

“Let me finish and don’t you damn dare interupt again,” Joe said and
Jason immediately shut his mouth. “If you don’t do exactly what we tell
you, I can guarantee you that you will be a lot worse off that you will
be otherwise.”

Mark agreed. “All you’re going to do is get down on your knees in front
of them,” he said. “Then you’ll reach for their crotches. You don’t
have to grab them or anything. Just reach out.”

“What’s the fucking point of that?” Jason asked. He was a slight bit
relieved that there would be no nudity. However, it did seem like they
may be letting him off too easily.

“Nothing, actually,” Joe said. “The only thing we’re trying to do is
make sure you will be doing what you are told.”

“And if you do it, we’ll leave the mall right after,” Mark agreed.

“And once we get home, you’ll get a little bit of a reward,” Joe put in.

Jason still looked a little unsure. He had no reason to trust either one
of the boys. They had changed his life remarkably in the last 24 hours.
Both of them had made their intentions clear. They wanted to turn him
into a fag. Still, he realized that he didn’t have much of a choice. If
he resisted, there was really no telling what might happen to him. With
a deep sigh, he looked over at Sean and Kyle.

“You promise that’s all I have to do and then we’ll go?” Jason asked.

Both Mark and Joe readily agreed. “But you better hurry up and get down
on your knees, Jason,” Mark said. “Our offer is only available for the
next 30 seconds.”

With a rush and a hurry to get out of the mall, Jason quickly got down to
his knees. Once there, he immediately began reaching for Sean’s and
Kyle’s cocks. Right before his hands reached, though, he stopped.

Jason didn’t stop because he was told to, though. Jason stopped when he
heard a voice behind him say, “Jason, what the fuck?”

Still on his knees with his hands outstretched, Jason turned and looked
behind him. His jaw dropped as he saw his best friend standing right
behind him. He was completely frozen with fear.

“Josh, what are you doing here?” Jason asked. He remained on his knees
for two reasons. The first being that he did not really know how to
react to this situation. The second was that he had felt his cock start
to harden in his jockstrap. The long shaft started inching it’s way up
further and further. It was threatening to break free past the waistband
of the jock.

“What the hell are you doing?” Josh asked. “Get the hell up off the
floor or people are going to think you’re a fag.”

Jason did what he was told. He started to stand up. His cock kept
expanding, though. To keep Josh from seeing his obvious arousal, he kept
facing Sean and Kyle.

“Um, nothing,” Jason said, sheepishly. He shot a quick look over at Mark
and Joe, who were laughing their asses off. They really got him good
this time. “I was just hanging out with some guys here.”

“What the hell were you doing on your knees in front of them?”

“He was gonna jack them off!” some guy who was watching the action said.
The crowd burst into laughing.

“No, I wasn’t doing anything,” Jason protested. He searched his mind as
quickly as he could to come up with any sort of lie. The truth could not
be told. If was bad enough that his best friend may have suspected him
for a fag, but it would be worse if Josh knew that two smaller and
younger boys were treating him as their slave. So, Jason simply stood in
place, facing away from Josh. He couldn’t think of aything to say.

“You better not be a fucking homo,” Josh warned. He seemed to be getting
very irritated. “Why the hell won’t you turn around when I am talking to
you?”

“Turn around, Jason,” Mark instructed. This got a dirty look from the
older boy, but Jason didn’t say anything. He simply gave up and turned
around.

“What the fuck?” Josh asked. With those words, Jason knew that he
probably lost his best friend. Later on, he may have been able to come up
with some sort of story to explain why he had been on his knees. He
might have said he had been drinking or was stoned. But the one thing
that he couldn’t explain is why his 8 1/2 cock was as hard as a brick.
And not only was it pressing its way to escape from the mesh jockstrap he
was wearing, but the actual head of his dick had found it’s way past the
waistband.

Jason was about to cover himself up, but an extremely mean look from Mark
made him drop his hands to his side. To the boy’s further dismay, Josh
had noticed this.

“Why the hell do you have a hard on?” Josh asked. “Why the fuck are you
hanging out with these little homos?”

Jason couldn’t say anything. He could normally be very good at lying, but
there was nothing he could think of to explain the current predicament.
Besides, as he stood there, his cock continued to throb and kept trying
to push its way further out from the constraints of the jockstrap.
Despite all of the humiliation and the potential loss of his best friend,
Jason’s cock did nothing but get harder and harder. The more he hung his
head down, the more his dick raised its head.

Josh was at a loss for words as well. Here was the guy he had hung out
with since they were little kids. Jason was not only his best friend,
but he was a total alpha male personality. He had a girlfriend, but he
got with a lot of other girls when he and she had been off… which was
time from time. He played all sorts of sports, he hung out with all the
jocks.. he even changed in the same locker room. Hell, there were quite
a few times when Jason had even seen Josh naked. Josh had no telling
whether or not his best friend had been checking him out the whole time.

Jason was trying to think fast. He knew he had been set up by Mark and
Joe. He was trying to think of the best way for him to get himself out
of this mess without digging himself in deeper. As quickly as his mind
raced, though, his cock seemed to be the organ that was in control. It
throbbed more and stretched higher and higher, coming up to his belly
button. At least two full inches of meat were visible to anyone who was
watching. An a lot of people were watching.

Josh was about to ask another question, but he stopped when he saw what
he considered to be the final straw. A bubble of precum came from the
tip of Jason’s hard cock and then slid down the shaft. There was no way
the boy could deny that this whole sequence was turning him on.

“Sean,” Joe said, motioning over to Jason. A simple look from the boy
told Sean easily what he was to do. Walking over to Jason, he reached
around and put his hand around the boy’s exposed cock. He gave one
squeeze and the resulting moan from Jason’s lips gave away the last hope
of survival the boy had.

Josh was about to turn and walk away. He started to move, but then
looked back at Jason with a terrible look of disappointment. “You better
believe your girlfriend is going to hear about this,” he said. “She’s
never gonna touch your homo ass ever again.”

Josh turned and walked away.

Mark and Joe decided the that boy had suffered enough. They did not let
him tuck his cock back in his jockstrap, but they allowed him to let his
shirt fall over it. It still looked slightly obscene, though, as they
walked their way out of the mall. For the second time that day, Jason
was practically in tears. The two boys had taken him to the ultimate
humiliation.

Back at Sean’s apartment, Joe and Mark took Jason into the bedroom. They
laid him down on the bed, where he sulked. He was visibly upset, cried
for a large part of the way home… but his cock never wilted at all. In
fact, the thing had been throbbing, twitching and was bigger than Jason
had ever seen it before. He couldn’t figure out why his dick was
betraying him the way that it was.

“Well, i think we better give Jason that reward he was asking for,” Mark
said. “I think he;s suffered enough.”

“Sean, get Jason naked,” Joe instructed.

Jason did not resist at all while Sean undressed him. It only took a few
moments before the boy was down to his jockstrap. His cock was still
standing tall, straining against the mesh prison. Once Sean pulled the
jock off, though, the cock was freed and it bobbed in the air. It seemed
like it was begging to be touched.

Sean licked his lips.

Mark laughed. “Jack it for him,” he ordered.

Sean grabbed the big cock and closed his hand around it. Jason had
leaked so much precum that it was easily stroking. Another soft moan
escaped from Jason’s lips. He laid his head back and spread his legs.
Despite all that had happened to him so far, his cock was still in
charge.

“Play with his balls,” Joe instructed Kyle. Kyle quickly went over to
Jason and started pulling on the boy’s balls. Jason seemed like he was
in ecstacy having two men faun and fondle over his huge dick. For the
first time in the last day he seemed to forget that these were other men
and he just tried to enjoy himself.

It didn’t take long for Jason to get close to cumming. Once he got
close, his heart started racing and he started thrusting his hips in
Sean’s hands. Joe and Mark knew what was coming, so Joe went and
whispered something into Sean’s ear. Sean nodded in response.

“Time to give Jason his reward, boys,” Mark ordered.

Sean, still working on Jason’s cock, and Kyle took Jason and moved him
over, so he was laying sideways on the bed. The sudden movement
surprised Jason, but the movement on his cock pretty much kept him in
compliance. Kyle scooted Jason over, so that the top half of his body
was leaning off of the bed. After some adjusting, he was sat back in
such a position where his legs were propped up and his cock was pointed
directly at his face.

“Now, don’t make him cum until he begs for it,” Mark said.

“And you better make sure to get a couple shots in his mouth,” Joe added.

Sean kept stroking, but made sure to not let Jason get over the edge.
Every time it seemed like he was about to cum, Sean slowed down and would
stop. If Jason thrust with his hips, Sean would simply move his hips.

“Plead for it, Jason,” Joe said.

Jason shook his head. He was in ecstacy, but he wasn’t about to give
in. He knew he could make himself cum without losing all of his dignity
to the boys.

Mark looked over at Kyle. “Talk dirty to him,” he instructed. “Get him
horny so he begs.

Kyle complied quite easily. “You are a dirty little pervert, jacking off
when you know we’re recording it. risking all of this just so you can
get off you’re a nasty, horny little pervert. you’re a slave not only to
me, but to that hard cock between your legs. You’re a fag, Jason.
You’re a cock sucking, fag and you want to blow your load into your
mouth. You love Sean’s hand on your fuckstick, don’t you? You love how
he keeps pounding and pumping your cock. You want to taste your own
load, don’t you? You are such a perv and you want to blow into your own
mouth. Look at it, you’re ready to blow, aren’t you? you can feel the
cum now. The cum has moved into your shaft already hasn’t it? You don’t
think you could hold back now even if you wanted. Well, you know your
dad will get to see the video of this unless you beg! Tell us you want
to eat your own cum! Hurry, Jason. The cum’s in your tube already!
You’re cock is throbbing and it’s going to blow! Jason, beg for it!”

“Oh my god, feed me my cum!” Jason shouted, not able to hold back
anymore.

The moment he said it, the cum started shooting out of his cock. Sean
made sure that he kept aiming it correctly. The two first shots got him
right on the face. After a stern look from Mark, Jason opened his mouth
and he got the next three shots right in his mouth and on his lips. He
was moaning louder than he had ever moaned before. He didn’t care who
heard him though. All he knew is that he was feeling awesome.

Sean just kept pumping his cock. It still felt good. Something happened  afterwards that made Jason feel like he had crossed the point of no  return. In simply one day, these fags had made him do some things he  never would have considered. But the next thing he did was not because  of them. He was shocked that he did it, but didn’t really mind.

Jason licked all of the cum off his lips and swallowed. His cock stayed  as hard as a rock.

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Days on the beach – 7

Days at the beach -5

Sean had come to accept his fate rather easily.  There was really no way
for him to get out of it.  Kyle was being more stubborn, but Sean had no
doubts that the younger boy would have to eventually come around.  Sean
himself had been very hesitant when all of this started, but had come to
terms with it.

Joe and Mark, however, were only starting to have fun.  The excitement of
having Sean as the original slave had passed and that was why they added
Kyle to the humiliation.  Whether he wanted to admit it or not, both boys
knew that Kyle was gay.  The way he played with Sean’s cock and the plain
and simple fact that he had set all of this up to beging with was all the
evidence they needed.  So, they were convinced that deep down, Kyle was
enjoying everything as much as Sean had been.

To truly humiliate someone, you have to be able to force them to do
things they wouldn’t enjoy.  To prepare someone to be a real slave, they
had to be blackmailed and forced to down to a further and further level.
Two fags like Sean and Kyle had longed for things of this nature to
happen to them. The torment was something the both of them loved, no
matter how much they refused to admit it.  No, what Mark and Joe needed
was to add someone in that never would have considered doing any of the
things that he would be forced to do.

They needed a straight boy.

The night of the volleyball game was the night that the two boys had sat
around and considered what they next step in the process would be.
Neither of them were really that big or strong.  They relied on pure
blackmail to get Kyle and Sean to do what they were being forced to do.
That was a tried and true plan that would have to come together as it had
before.

Joe and Mark took Kyle and Sean into Sean’s bedroom.  Both boys were
hoping that they wouldn’t be the one to be tied up with the rope.
Needless to say, both of them were disappointed.

“Here’s how this is going to play,” Mark said.  “The two of you are going
to lie together in a 69.  Joe is going to take the rope and tie you
together in the middle and tie your hands behind your backs.  You’ll be
stuck in the 69 for as long as we want you to be.”

Joe continued:  “The rules are the same as they have always been.  Sean
is not allowed to cum.  But to make sure you don’t make him shoot, Kyle,
you will be the one punished if he does.  I think it’s enough incentive
to you that if Sean does shoot, you will have cum all over your face and
in your mouth.”

“Kyle, on the other hand, still has five times to cum,” Mark said.  “So
you guys better get to work.  Oh, and just to make it more fun, Kyle is
going to wear those bikinis we had him wearing at the beach.  We want
them soaking with his cum by the end of the night.”

Sean and Kyle went ahead and laid down on the bed.  Neither of them
really felt much like arguing at that point.  Kyle had his bikini briefs
on, but Sean was still totall naked.  They laid together in the 69
position.  Sean’s cock was right in Kyle’s face.  There was not much he
could do about it, though, as Mark started tying his hands together.
Joe, on the other side, was taking care of Kyle’s hands.  They then put
the rope around their midsections, tying them both together tightly.  The
rope was strong and there was no way that either of the boys were going
to be able to get out of it.

“Have fun, boys!” Joe laughed as the two of them left the room.  They
closed the door and went off to do their planning.

Sean went straight to work on Kyle’s pouch.  he was breathing heavy
through the mesh and licking and sucking for all his was worth.  He had
about 90 minutes to be able to get Kyle off five times.  Whatever
punishment lay in store for him otherwise was more than a motivating
factor.

It took Kyle a little while, but he relaxed a little bit and started
moaning.  Sean’s cock was hard and dripping cum all over Kyle’s face and
the younger boy did not like that at all.  Even though it was probably
because of his overflowing lust, Kyle would never admit that was why he
took Sean’s cock in his mouth and started sucking.  He kept telling
himself over and over that it would be better to get all of the leaking
cum into his mouth instead of on his face.  Still, he did like the
feeling of having a hot shaft sliding in and out of his mouth.  It was
all that it took to get him off the first time.

Sean’s tongue and mouth were working hard on Kyle’s bikini clad cock, and
having his own dick slide into the younger boy’s wet and slippery mouth
was enough to make him go a little wild.  Both boys enjoyed it and soon,
Kyle was shooting off into his briefs.  It was another large load of cum
which drenched the bikinis.  The feeling was so intense that it set Kyle
on fire and he started really going to town on Sean’s cock.  He sucked it
hard.  His inexperience with cock sucking took over when Sean’s dick slid
out of his mouth while he was cumming.  Overcome with lust, he started
tonguing the thick shaft.  He had to have the taste of it, he had to try
and get it back in his mouth.

After Kyle was done shooting, he relaxed a little bit.  It was a very
good thing that he had, too.  He had brought Sean closer to cumming than
the boy had been in the past few days.  Sean was right on the edge and
about to erupt.  Kyle stopped just in time and prevented the two of them
from getting punished.

Sean, having had no relief, was still as horny as hell.  Instead of
taking a break, he went right back to work on Kyle’s cock.  The boy’s
dick did not even have a chance of going down.  It didn’t take long
before Sean was moaning once again.  And like before, as soon as he was
worked up, he set to work on Sean’s hard cock again.  It was going to be
a long night.

Meanwhile, Joe and Mark had been discussing what was to be the next step
in their little game.  Trying to decide on how they were going to get a
straight guy into the humiliation play that had been going on.  After
discussing it for a while, the two of them came to an idea.

“What about Jason?” Mark asked.  “He’s pretty hot and he has a thing for
my cousin.  Perhaps there is someway that we can use that to our
advantage.”

“Isn’t Jason’s dad a city councilman?” Joe asked, an idea beginning to
brew in his mind.

“Yeah,” Mark said.  “We could get my cousin to sleep with him and record
it.  Then we could threaten to use it against him unless he does
everything we say.”

Joe laughed.  “I think that’s a great idea,” He agreed.  “Let’s see if it
will work.  How quickly do you think that Jane could do this set up?”

“Jason is so hot for her, we could probably have them fucking sometime
tonight,” Mark guessed.  “I’ll call her and you can go get the camera
from Sean’s room.  If we play this just right, we may be able to get
Jason over here in a few hours.”

“You think the boys are done?” Joe asked.

“Who cares? this is going to be so good if we can get Jason in here.
Let’s just say it’ll be a surprise for Sean and Kyle.”

Mark started making the phone call as Joe went into the bedroom to get
the camera.  Kyle and Sean were still hard at work on each other’s
cocks.  They both stopped when Joe entered the room and looked over at
him with alarm.

“I have to get Kyle off once more,” Sean insisted.  “Don’t I have some
more time?”  He was unable to get a good look at his alarm clock because
of the position he was in.

“Well Mark and I have some things to do,” Joe said.  “We’ll let you guys
relax for just a while.  But first-”

Joe reached between Kyle’s legs and slipped the bikinis off of the boy.
“Since Sean has been tasting your cum all night and he can’t get off for
two more days, I think you should get a taste of cum too.”  With that,
Joe stuffed the cum drenched bikinis into Kyle’s mouth.

“You boys have fun.  Get some sleep.  We’ll be back later with a
surprise.”

Jane had just finished sucking Jason’s cock.  It felt so good when
he came and shot his loads of cum onto her face.  Although Jason enjoyed
cumming, his favorite part of the whole episode was when her tongue
licked up and down on his tight shaft.  His cock was a beautiful eight
inches long.  It was thick, too.  But its best feature was probably how
tight the skin got when he was up.  He had seen other guys hard (in porn
films and such) but a lot of them still has some wrinkles in their
hard-ons.  Not him.  His cock was so tight that it shined.

Jane was still a virgin.  They had only made it to third base.  Only
third base for Jason, that it.  She would not let Jason go down on her.
In fact, Jason had never even seen her naked yet.  He wanted to.  Several
girls would have jumped at the chance to be nude in front of him.  Not
her, though.  For some reason, she wanted to suck his cock desperately
that night but wouldn’t let him do a thing to her.  At first, he had
thought this was very weird.  Doesn’t everyone like to have sexual
attention thrown upon themselves?  After a while, though, you start to
realize that free blowjobs were nothing to complain about.

CLICK!

The sound came right before Jason came.  He turned over and saw two guys
standing at the door with a camera in one’s hand.  He smiled at
Jason.  He was about four strokes away from shooting all over Jane’s
face and that was the point of no return.  Looking at his girl he started
to mouth the word `stop’ but it was to no avail.  Jason’s
hips started bucking, his cock grew tighter and he started spewing boy
cum all over Jane’s face.  To his further horror, the guys kept
taking pictures. Jason wanted to stop him, but he couldn’t.  Every
spurt was recorded on the digital camera.

After he was done cumming, it didn’t stop either.  Jane kept
stroking his cock.  Jason found himself embarrassed but also excited
about being caught by the boys he now recognized as Mark and Joe.
Jason quickly came close to another orgasm and this time he didn’t
notice Mark handcuffing him to the legs of the bed as he was shooting.
Needless to say, cumming makes it rather hard for you to do anything but
cum.

Usually, when Jason was done, he liked girls to lick all of the cum off
of his cock and stomach.  He hit my face a few times too, and was hoping
that she would lick that off as well.  She didn’t do either, though.
Standing up, she walked over to the other boys and took the digital
camera out of his hands.  They both turned and smiled at me.

“What the hell is going on, Joe?”  Jason asked, finally coming to terms
with the fact that he was naked, covered in wet cum and his hands were
spread out, handcuffed to the legs of the bed.

Mark patted Janeon the back.  “You know what to do with those, honey,
right?”  He asked.  She nodded, patted him on the back and then walked
out.

Looking at Jason’s disappointment, Joe smiled at him.  “You’re
upset about her not licking your cum up, huh?” he asked, coyly.

Noddding, Jason said “Among other things.”

“Well, I hope you enjoyed that blowjob, because it’s the last sexual
contact you are ever going to have with a girl,” he told Jason.

Jason narrowed his eyebrows.  “What?”

Both boys starting walking over towards Jason.  His cock, which had gone
down, started to rise a little.  He wasn’t sure why.  It didn’t
get hard all the way, though.  It begun snaking up, just a bit.  Jason
took his feet and he spread Jason’s legs far apart.  Then, kneeling,
he placed his hands on his hips, being careful not to touch anything.

“After tonight, Jason, you’re going to be a total cocksucker,” he
whispered.

“Uh uh,” was all Jason could get out.  “I’m no fag.  That’s just
nasty.”  In spite of his words though, he kept throwing a rod.  Mark
noticed this and smiled.

“When we’re am done with you, you won’t have much of a choice,”
he replied.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, let’s just say that you’re going to go through a series
of tests,” Mark said.  “By the time you are done, you are going to only
want to be with boys.”  Pausing, he smiled.  “We’re going to turn you
gay.  You’ll never have pussy in your entire life.  All you will want
is cock.”

Jason started to pull on the handcuffs, but that was to no avail.  They
were on pretty tight and the bed was too heavy to lift.   “Let me the
hell out of this!” he yelled.  “I want out and you’re not touching me
ever again!!”

“Well, if you want your dad to see those pictures,” he started to get up
as he spoke.  Walking towards the door, he froze and Jason knew it was
for him to have a chance to speak.  His obvious reply was, “What?”

“You ever wonder why Jane wanted nothing to do with you fucking her?”
he asked.  “Ever wonder why she never let you touch her?  I asked her to
suck you.  I asked her to find out how long it took you to shoot your
load when she sucked you.  Then, we set up this little blowjob to get
those pictures.  Right now she is loading them on the internet.  If for
ANY reason, you fail to do whatever I say, she’ll email them to
everyone in town.  What do you think will happen then?”

“Don’t be upset,” Joe soothed.  He sat down between Jason’s
spread eagled legs.  “The next couple months might be a little hard on
you, but it’s all for the best.  We’re only gonna make you very
happy.  Besides, look down.”

Jason did and was shocked.  His dick had risen to its fullest height.
Jason blushed.

Joe put his hands back on Jason’s hips.  There was cum there and he
rubbed it in.  Jason moaned a little.  Joe smiled.  Very slowly, he
inched his hands up Jason’s sides, every so slightly coming closer
and closer to his throbbing cock.  The closer his hands got, the more the
cock jerked.  A moan escaped his lips as he knew the other boy was about
to touch it.

But he didn’t.  Instead, he encircled the cock with both of his
hands.  Not laying a finger on the bone, he just took his hands and
pretended to jack off the cock.  It made Jason so horny and he even
spurted some precum out.  Joe stopped and reached up to his chest.  With
his hands, he rubbed the cum into Jason’s torso.  It felt so good and
Jason moaned again.

Joe did not look shaken at all, though.  “You’ll love it.”  He and
Mark just got up and walked out of the room.  They left Jason handcuffed
and naked with a raging boner.  He called out their names as they left,
but it did no good.

About twenty minutes later, the boys came back with some shaving tools.
They had three disposable razors, some shears and shaving cream.  Both
boys sat them down beside Jason.  Taking a hot and wet wash cloth, Joe
threw it on Jason’s crotch.  The boy moaned as the hot dampness
provided the only cover on his body.

“Here’s the deal.” Joe said.  “Either you ask me to let you suck
cock, or I will shave yours clean.  And if I get to the end of the shave
and you still haven’t asked, there will be another punishment for
you.  What do you say?”

Jason shook his head.  His pubes were not a big deal to him.  Some guys
lived and died by them, but not Jason.

“Fine,” Joe said and sounded a little irritated.  It was the firs time
in this ordeal that he seemed less than happy.  Jason suppose that should
have frightened him, because the boy was standing over him with 3 razors
and scissors, but Jason was still convinced that he wasn’t going to
be hurt.

Taking the can of shaving gel, he held it over Jason’s crotch and
pushed the button.  The gel came pouring out and generously covered his
entire pubic region.  The moaned yet again as the cold gel fell on his
hot cock.  It felt so good and indescribable.

Then, Mark took his hand and started rubbing the gel in.  It felt so
awesome to have a hand on his dick again.

For a while, the two boys took turns jacking Jason’s cock while it
was covered in the shaving cream.  Every time he came close to cumming,
Jason would moan and the boys would stop.  Then, while Jason was
receding, one of them would shave part of him; either his cock, balls or
pubic area.  Each boy jacked him at least ten times close to orgasm while
he was shaving Jason.  Once they were done, Joe wiped the hairless crotch
off and then covered it  with the wet cloth again.  Then, grabbing the
shaft, he quickly jacked Jason off to a stunning orgasm.  He came through
the cloth and his newly shorn cock was covered with cum.

“Are you guys gonna let me go?” Jason asked.  He assumed that after he
came, everything was going to be over.

Joe laughed.  “Jason, we haven’t even begun,” the boy said.  “Mark
unhandcuff him, but leave the cuffs on his hands.  If you struggle once,
Jane is going to show those pics to everyone.  So you better just get
used to the fact that we’re going to humiliate the living hell out of
you.  Got it?”

Jason wanted to get free and beat the crap out of the two boys, but he
bared down and nodded his head.  If his dad found out about any of this,
he would be thrown out on the streets and he couldn’t let that
happen.  Hoping that the two kids were not going to do much to him, he
resigned himself to his fate.

Sean and Kyle were sleeping in each others arms.  It was hard not to as
the both of them were tied together.  For some reason, there was a light
in the room that woke them up.  Not knowing what was going on, they
slowly woke up and looked around.

“What the hell?” Kyle asked.  With a bit of cooperation, the two of them
managed to sit up and what they saw shocked the hell out of them.

A cot had been brought into the room and was laid out beside the bed.
Handcuffed face down on the cot and gagged was someone that both of the
boy’s knew.

“Is that Jason?” Sean asked and Kyle nodded.

Jason turned and looked at the two boys.  His furrowed his brow in
anger, but was not able to really say or do anything.

The light was coming from a white candle, which had been placed between
Jason’s butt cheeks.  He was instructed to hold the candle tightly or
he would be punished severely.

Sean and Kyle were not sure whether to be scared or relieved.  Now there
was a third person involved in all of this.  What did Joe and Mark have
in mind.

 

The following morning found Sean and Kyle wakened and tied down to the
bed.  They laid beside each other with their hands and their legs roped
to the tops and bottoms of the bed.  Kyle’s cock had been worn down by
the constant attention, but it achingly began to grow with the excitement
of the new bondage.  Sean’s cock, however, was as hard as ever, leaking
tons and tons of precum.  In fact, during the night, Kyle had probably
swallowed just as much precum as Sean had regular cum.

When Joe and Mark untied Jason, the boys saw that he had his cock and
balls totally shaved.  The candle he had been holding between his cheeks
had melted down all the way, covering his butt in wax.  They made him
stand naked in front of the others.

“This has gone on far enough,” Jason said, with a tremble in his voice.
“Please let me go, guys.”

Joe answered by slapping Jason on his sore ass.  The boy yelped from the
pain.  He definitely had his answer.

“Now get on the bed with the boys,” Mark commanded.

There was just one moment of hesitation before Jason did what he was
told.  In spite of himself,the scene was obviously turning him on.  His
nice, long cock was growing.  It had a nice shape to it, and curved
slightly up.  Both Kyle and Sean found themselves looking the other boy
over.  Jason was taller than all of them; probably standing about 6’3″.
He was toned and lean, at about 180 pounds.  He had short brown hair
which was only on his head with his pubes gone.  Both boys in bed got
huge boners looking at the straight stud.

Almost whimpering, Jason got down on the bed.  It was near impossible for
him to get into any position where he was not in some sort of contact
with the two boys.  Eventually, he was able to get himself down in the
middle of them.

“Three fags on a bed,” Joe laughed.

Mark made sure to shush Jason before he had a chance to deny this.
Humiliated, the boy just sat there.

“So, here’s the itinerary for today,” Joe said  “We’re going to make a
nice trip to the beach.  Kyle is going to wear those bikini briefs he had
in his mouth last night.  Sean will get to wear a thong, and Jason is
going to wear a mesh jockstrap.  We want everyone to be able to see what
a nice job the candle did on his ass.”

“I’ll get arrested!” Jason protested.  This was a big mistake and pissed
both Joe and Mark off.  They both went over to Jason, who realized he
fucked up by speaking.

Mark pushed Jason over so that he was lying face down between the two
tied up boys.  He then held Jason’s hands to prevent him from getting up
and defending himself.  Joe then took his hand and slapped Jason hard on
the ass.  His butt was already sore and the slap caused him to cry out.

“Ow, please stop!” the boy pleaded, tears entering his eyes.  It was
still so much for him to take in everything that had happened to him in
the past ten hours.

“Shut up!” Joe said and slapped his ass again.  Jason seemed to know
better than to say anything in response.  Joe kept slapped the red ass
until Jason was in so much pain and humiliation that the normally tough
straight boy started crying.

“If you ever question our orders again, there is going to be hell to
pay,” Mark threatened.  “And it won’t just be a slap on the ass.  The
very next time you piss either of us off, we’re going to take you down to
the mall.  Then, you’ll jack both Kyle and Sean off at the same time in
front of everyone in the food court.  Got it?”

Jason at first did not say anything.  A hard slap on his butt from Joe
started the tears up again.  He agreed.

“Good, now untie Kyle and Sean and the three of you can get dressed in
the outfits we laid out for you,” Mark said.  “Joe and I are going down
to the car.  All three of you better be out there and in the back seat in
five minutes. If you’re not… you won’t be very happy with what will
happen to you.”

Joe and Mark left the room.  They went outside, laughing.  When
everything had begun, the two of them had been very hesitant to go along
with Kyle’s wild idea.  Now, they regretted ever thinking about backing
out.  The past few weeks had been the most fun parts of either of their
lives.

The five minutes passed while the two sat in the front seat of their
car.  Kyle, Sean and Jason all made it out to the car on time.  Kyle and
Sean made no attempts to cover themselves.  The two of them had been
exposed so much already that it wasn’t a big deal.  This was still a new
experience for Jason, however, as the boy had never been nearly naked in
public before.  He kept trying to cover both his front and his back with
his hands, but was not able to sufficiently cover either.  His cock
betrayed him in the exicitement, growing hard and stretching the fabric
of the mesh jockstrap.

When they got in the car, Jason was made to sit in the middle of the two
other boys.  Sean was so horny that his cock was not going down anytime
soon.In spite of the obvious humiliation, Jason’s cock was at full mast,
too.  He tried covering himself each time a car drove by but was caught
doing this by Joe.  Joe instructed both Kyle and Sean to hold one of
Jason’s hands down to keep the boy from covering himself.  They did and
his cock pushed straight up, straining the fabric of the pouch.  A few
cars drove by and girls and guys caught looks at the three almost nude
boys in the backseat.  Sean and Jason’s huge and hard cocks got a lot of
cheers from those who saw it.

Once they arrived at their regular beach spot, there were a little bit
more peope in attendance than usual.  This was more than likely a result
of the previous days volleyball game.  When Joe and Mark led their
entourage of almost nude boys to the blanket, attention started coming
their way.

Jason was obviously very nervous.  He wasn’t aware (as Sean hadn’t been)
that this part of the beach was predominantly gay.  Most gay men weren’t
going to call the cops or try to put a stop to a spectacle of sex and
nudity.  It was the main reason Kyle had originally picked the spot to
begin with.  They wanted to have as much fun with the slave as possible
without themselves getting into any trouble.

Immediately, Joe and Mark made Sean and Kyle lay down on the sand.  Their
arms and legs were kicked apart so they were spread eagled.  Joe had a
bag with him and he took out some ropes and stakes.  It didn’t take long
to plant the stakes in the ground and to have the two boys tied up.
Covering his bare ass with his hands, Jason stood and wondered what was
going to happen to him.

It didn’t take long to find out.  “Okay, the rules are this,” Joe
instructed.  “Jason is going to get his first taste of cock.  And not
just one cock, but two.”

“Originally, we weren’t going to let Sean get off until Monday, but we
decided to go easier on the boy,” Mark continued.  “I think that Jason
needs to taste some cum, so you’re going to get both Kyle and Sean off
today.”

“Oh, that’s nasty!” Jason protested, although his cock grew a whole inch
with the thought.  It was his biggest mistake.

Joe walked over to Jason and grabbed him by the hand.  He started
swatting Jason hard on the ass, causing the boy to cry out in pain.  he
couldn’t cover his pouch anymore and his hard dick was jutting out in
front of him.  His crying caught a lot of attention and some men began
taking notice.  By the time Joe was done,Jason was hard as a rock and in
tears.

“Just for that, you are going to be punished severely after we leave the
beach tonight,” Joe whispered in Jason’s ear.  “Just remember about what
we said about the mall.  Now get down between Sean and Kyle.  You have a
lot of work to do.”

Still crying, Jason walked over and sat himself down between the two
boys.  He didn’t do anything at first, which was all right.  He was
trying to keep his ass covered.

“Okay,” Mark instructed, “We’ll tell you what to do and then you’ll do
it.  And if you do anything differently than what we say, the consquences
will be MUCH worse.  If you are a good little fag, Joe and I MIGHT
reconsider your mall punishment.”

Jason nodded.

“Okay, first get on your hands and knees,” Mark said.

With only a very slight moment of hesitation, Jason propped himself up on
his hands and knees.  His nice, smooth yet red ass was completely visible
to everyone.  He awaited his next instruction.

“Start by caressing BOTH Sean’s and Kyle’s pouches,” Joe instructed.

Jason put his hands on both cocks, with only thin, mesh fabric seperating
his hands from two boners.  He had never touched another man’s cock
before.  It was an odd and new feeling, but he found that he didn’t mind
it too much.  Without being told to, he started massaging both pouches.

“Good job,” Mark said.  “Now start jacking them both.”

Jason closed his hands around the shafts and started pumping through the
fabrics.  Both Kyle and Sean started moaning and both of the boys closed
their eyes.

A few guys noticed the show and decided to come and watch.  All they saw
was an extremely hot boy in a jockstrap with a very red ass pulling on
the rods of two tied down studs.

Jason soon found himself getting into it. For a while, he forgot about
his audience and his tormentors.  He was jacking the two cocks in
rhythm.  He never realized that he started drooling just a little bit and
licked his lips.

Mark’s words broke him out of his little trance.  “Now, grab the top of
the briefs and pull the pouches down,” he instructed.  “Don’t pull the
underwear down though.  Just release the cocks and hook the pouches under
their balls.”

Jason did that.  He grabbed the waistbands and pulled them down.  Sean
and Kyle’s hard cocks immediately sprung free.  Both boys sighed with
relief as their hard and struggling cocks were finally freed from their
prisons.  He hooked the pouches underneath the balls as ordered.

“Now jack those rods off until your hands are covered with cum,” Joe
ordered.

Jason grabbed the two cocks and started pumping them.  They were both
slick with precum and his hands easily slid up and down the shafts.

“Get them off fast,” Mark commanded.  Jason started jacking fast, eager
to get the scene over with.  About 7 guys were watching the event and a
few of them even were cheering Jason on.

“Wait, I got a better idea,” Joe said.  “Stop stroking.”

Almost slightly disappointed, Jason did what he was told.  He did,
however, keep his hands around both of the cocks.

“I think it’s time for Jason to get his first taste of cock,” Joe
suggested.  “So, you’re going to suck Sean off while jacking on Kyle’s.”

“I don’t wanna suck cock!” Jason protested and realized too late that it
was a mistake.

“You suck that cock, boy, or we’ll have Sean and Kyle gang bang on your
ass in front of everyone,” Joe said.

Definitely not wanted that (but not totally unsure it was going to
eventually happen anyways), Jason sucked it up and decided he had to do
it.  While still gripping Kyle’s cock, he slowly went down on Sean’s.

The moment his lips touched Sean’s cockhead, it was a feeling like
nothing he had experienced.  The cockhead was soft, yet hard and very
warm at the same time.  Also, the precum tasted salty, although not too
bad.

Slowly, Jason began to suck on the cock, more out of curiosity than the
fact he was being forced.  It was an odd sensation and he almost liked
the idea of having something like that in his mouth.  Although he was at
work on Sean’s cock, his other hand still simply held on to Kyle’s. He
didn’t jack the other boy at all at first.

“Start sucking,” Joe ordered.

Taking the cock all the way in was quite a task.  Sean’s cock was as long
as his own, but much thicker.  He grabbed tighter on Kyle’s rod, but
still did nothing to get the boy off.

Jason started going up and down on the baseball bat of a cock of Sean’s.
The boys dick was hard, tight and not about to last long.  Jason tasted
the cum as he was about to pull his mouth off.  Before he could, though,
Joe said, “Don’t you dare.”

there was no way out and he had to just go through it.  Jason started
sucking harder and Sean started moaning.  The cum was at this point
sitting in his shaft, ready to spurt out.  Sean started to breath heavy
and then began cumming hard into Jason’s mouth.  It had been the first
time in over a week since he had shot and he unloaded tons of cum into
Jason’s mouth.  Jason swallowed as much as he could, but he was too
inexperienced to get much.  Cum started pouring out of his mouth and back
all over Sean’s cock and stomach.

In spit of himself, Jason was severely turned on.  He didn’t realize it,
but he started jacking Kyle’s cock at the same time.  Kyle had been close
too because of the constant squeezing Jason was giving him.  After Sean
was done cumming, Kyle started shooting off into the air himself.  he
shot so high that the gathering crowd of men let off a cheer.  Even after
both boys were spent, Jason kept stroking and sucking.  It wasn’t until
Joe told him to stop that he did.

“Okay, now for the fun part,” Mark said.  “Lick the cum off Sean’s balls
and cock and tell him how much you like it.”

Without so much as a split moment passing, Jason started licking Sean’s
cock.  Sean moaned as his dick stayed hard.

“Tell his cock how much you like it’s load,” Joe said.

“I like your load,” Jason said, feeling silly.

“You better put a lot more feeling into it than that, or you know what
will happen,” Mark said.

“MMMM thank you, Sean’s cock,” Jason said, blushing.  “You tasted so
good.”

“Now lick his bals,” Joe ordered.  “And tell them how much you enjoy the
load.”

Jason did exactly what he was told.  He started licking the cum off of
the low hanging balls.  He liked the taste, and he vocalized that.
“Thank you for the load of cum you fed me,” Jason said, as he licked the
cum of his balls.

Mark and Joe laughed at the humiliation of the straight boy.  It was
fun… but it wasn’t going to be as nearly as fun as what was coming.
Once they were done with Jason, he would not only have the living hell
humiliated out of him, but no girl would ever want to touch him again.

chapter 6