Glaucon55

Punk Kids or Brent's Big Boner

Chapter 1
Brent's Big Boner

Amy had blushed when he kissed her good night at the door or her house, especially when he big hands had cupped her ass to draw her close. As she closed the door, giving him a knowing and adoring smile, little did Brent know that he was being watched as well. Now, the morning after, as he kicked off the sheets and strode into his bathroom naked with is morning erection, he did not know that he was the object of others' interest. His 5'8" [1.73 m] frame, already nicely muscled at age fifteen, and blanketed with hair from his toes to his ass, and even on his chest, was a matter of pride. Most of the guys his age were still growing out of childhood, but Brent was a stud. He had been from the age of thirteen, and it was also why he was one of the best baseball players on his Pony Colt team. He stared at the handsome face in the mirror, and the rigid if slender, fat knobbed prick that was thrusting out in front of his tautly muscled frame. Yeah, it was a matter of time before some chick at school let him screw her, and after last night, it seemed that Amy Bennington was leading the pack. Brent turned to the toilet, and standing back he let a full, heavy stream of piss fight through his fading erection to spatter against the basin. He used just one hand to aim his fat prick, knowing that too much handling would only make it go stiff again. But as he was admiring himself, he did not know that a pair of binoculars were focused on the open window of his bathroom, taking in his youthful ardor and beauty.

When Brent had kissed Amy last night, and his dick had stiffened again as it had in the theater, from next door a specialized camera was snapping away. Johnny Berkland, a seventh grader at the same junior high as Brent was once again taking pictures of his favorite target, the big boned hunk next door made his teen boner rock hard. Johnny had been taking pictures of Brent since he was eleven, after he met the older boy at a neighborhood barbeque. At the time, Johnny did not know why he was so drawn to Brent, or why the big blond boy seemed to make his four inch [10 cm] pre-teen prick go rigid. He would grind it madly into the sheets of his bed at night, and the combination of pre-cum and the soft cotton of the bedding would send him over the rainbow, jerking and clenching his boy ass, making the little dick throb with pleasure even though he could not ejaculate. There were nights when he would make his wiener stiffen and throb through three or four dry cums, thinking about Brent and grinding into the sheets. But at the time, he had not experienced sex beyond his own rutting thrills, discovered by accident. He would go to the park and watch Brent play in ball games, and he would snap shots of him fielding and hitting. So Brent had become the object of Johnny's pre-teen admiration 3; and something else. All he knew, was that he had to take as many pictures of Brent as he could, and the oblivious blond jock was totally unaware of the attention that was being paid to him by the little twerp next door.

Johnny's Story

Wes only spent his summers at home. During the school year, his parents sent him to an expensive prep school in the neighboring state. At fourteen, he was already physically mature, and his 5'7" [1.70 m] height made him one of the bigger boys. He quickly learned when the lights went out in the rooms that younger boys were made to serve older ones. From the beginning of the year, his eight inch [20 cm], slightly arched cock had been suckled and stroked by younger boys at the school virtually every night. He knew that he could make demands, and force them to service him any way he wanted-that was the unwritten code at an all-boys boarding school. It started with them stripping and showing him their smaller erections, and requiring them to keep their hands behind their heads and off their dicks when they sucked his thick cudgel. But by the end of the year, they were also sucking his toes to earn the privilege of licking his big boy bone, licking his tight little ass hole, already clogged with thick hair, sniffing his balls, socks and jock after football practice, and masturbating themselves to dry ejaculations for his pleasure before he would consider giving them a chance to service his ever hard cock.

One little eleven year old punk, Evan Havens, had stolen one of his mother's small vibrators and brought it to school with him. He was willing to fuck himself into a dry cum for the privilege of getting into Wes' pants like some hungry faggot. Wes would make the kid strip, lie on his back and bring his legs up to his chest, and then stick the little vibrator up his hole and switch it on. Then he would make the kid hold the pulsing, buzzing thing against his boy nut, until the little queer would squeal and his three and one-half inch [9 cm] pricklet would throb in the throws of a dry cum. Wes would not let him touch his prick, but would allow him to pinch his tits. In fact, Wes had learned from Evan that boy's tits were very sensitive, since the kid would groan and hiss when he pinched his tits, or if Wes would scrap his finger nails across them. But his favorite would be to have the kid suck on his long, strong boy toes as he wriggled them in his mouth and the kid fucked himself with the vibrator. More than once he'd watched the little punk's dick throb wildly from the maddening sensation of the vibrator on his fuck nut, and Wes' big toe fucking his mouth. He told Evan when the school year ended that next year he would not allow him to masturbate or cum if he wanted to earn Wes' big dick. The thought of holding the boy's dick captive to his whims made him go hard, and there were others who were just as willing to submit to the handsome, dark-haired athlete. Maybe next year he would fuck some of the boys, but for the first year he was satisfied to have his thick boy cock suckled and stroked into submission on his own terms. Even the thought of the soft lips sliding up and down his thick boy stalk, and their tongues lashing his fat coronal ridge and glans, made him through an immediate erection. It seemed like forever to get through the summer, and wanking his own prick just didn't seem as exciting as having another boy at his whim.

Johnny Learns to Submit

Finally the adults had turned in, and after watching some late television to make sure they were asleep, Wes had suggested to Johnny they hit the sack. Now in bed, Wes turned and lay on his back when Johnny rolled over onto his side facing away, and he turned off the light. Then he began to put his plan into action.

"So dude, you get any from the bitches in your town?"

Johnny squeezed his eyes shut, and felt a drool of pre-cum drip out of the wide piss lips of his aching boy bone when Wes spoke in such dirty and direct terms. "Huh, I 3; I don't know what you mean 3; I mean, you know 3; do you mean do I get what?"

"Common dude, don't be such a twerp 3; you get any pussy or what?"

"Naw 3; I'm too shy to go out with girls 3; plus I'm busy with piano and my school work. I hardly have time to socialize."

"So fuck, how you do get your nut 3; jerk off all the time? Jesus, you mean you don't have a girl to blow you or anything?" Wes had thrown his own erection, and was absently stroking it under the sheets in his boxer shorts, making his shorts and the sheet tent from the strong thrust of his meaty prong.

Johnny gasped from Wes' direct question, and he couldn't answer 3; so he just laughed nervously hoping the bigger boy would leave it at that and they could go to sleep. At the same time, his dick throbbed and ached for relief, and he wished he could grind his prick into the bedding without Wes realizing what he was doing. His hand longed to snake down and stroke his penis, but if he did that he was not sure he couldn't keep quiet. Every time he touched his cock directly, it was so sensitive he would gasp and groan.

Wes sensed he was in control and wondered if the smaller boy had thrown a boner as he had. Well it was now or never, and so he took the plunge to get Johnny to submit. "Fuck, I've got a hardon that won't quit, shit 3; I need to jerk off 3; you wanna jerk together dude? How bout it 3; you help me, and I'll do you 3; and we can get our nut."

Johnny gasped again, and once again he couldn't say anything. He wanted nothing more than to see Wes' erection, but he was so nervous and scared he didn't know what to do or say. Suddenly he felt Wes' big hand on his shoulder, pulling him over onto his back. He squeaked in surprise, but couldn't find the strength to stop Wes 3; and his body seemed to just roll over onto his back. He raised his knees up to hide his erection, but Wes anticipated his action, and placed his other hand on Johnny's pajama jacket top, right on his firm boy abdomen.

"Dude, relax 3; this is gonna be great. You help me out, and I'll make sure you feel just great. Jez 3; you act like you didn't know how guys jerk off together or something 3; don't tell me you never spanked the monkey with anyone?"

Johnny's eyes were still closed tight, and his breath started to come in short gasps as he felt Wes unbutton his pajama top and slide his hand over his smooth stomach muscles. The feel of Wes' big hand was electric, making him shiver with goose pimples, and his boner ache from being so hard. When Wes' thick index finger found his navel, and gently scratched inside of it, Johnny couldn't control himself any longer, and his legs shot out and stretched, his penis thrust up and rubbed against the soft cotton of his pajama pants, and he surrendered to the finger that was lightly fucking him in the belly-button. His own hands were now pressed down against the bed, allowing his chest to arch up, and he stomach to go rigid.

Wes pressed his advance, and tickled inside the boys sensitive navel, making him wriggle and squirm on the bed. He switched hands so he could free the one that had been holding Johnny down at the shoulder. By shifting his hands he was able to reach lower under the sheets, and grasp the thrusting boy prick that had leaked and wet the crotch of the pajama bottoms with his copious teenage pre-jizz. Johnny had yet to have an ejaculation, and little did he know that tonight, the combination of his maturing body (he would soon be thirteen), and the excitement of Wes' physical assault would make him squirt boy juice for the first time. Wes grasped the boner through the pajama pants, and began to slide his rough fist up and down gently, with just enough friction to make Johnny grind his ass into the bed and bounce from the amazing sensation of the fist and the cotton pajamas scrubbing the tender boy prick. No one had ever touched Johnny's dick before other than himself, and the wonderful feeling of this strong boy's palm sliding up and down his stiff prong, sliding it into the wet cotton pajama material, was driving him wild. At the same time, Wes slid his other fingers up from Johnny's navel, and found the soft curve of the boy's pec. At the edge was a rubbery, pink cone that turned to steel the moment his rough finger pad rubbed over it.

"Yeah!" Wes thought, "another punk like Evan 3; !" With that, he used his index finger and thumb to grip the diamond spike on the end of Johnny's chest and he began to pinch and pluck it as his fist still worked steadily on the boy's thrusting boner.

That was all it took 3; Johnny had never played with his own tits, only winced when his nipples would grow stiff from the breeze of some sensation and would accidentally rub across the material of his shirts. Now the rubbery teat was being mauled and twisted by the boy next to him, and his rock hard prick was being stroked relentlessly. His ass was bouncing on the bed, driving down to screw the sweet sensation of the jacking fist working him to thrust him over the edge when suddenly it stopped. Just as he was about to go over the edge of a huge dry boy cum 3; Wes stopped his calculated work on the spasming body and leaned over to whisper hoarsely and gruffly into Johnny's ear.

"That's it you piece of shit 3; no more 3; I'm not gonna stroke that puny prick of yours anymore, and neither are you until you help me off 3;get it 3; don't touch your dick. Now yer gonna get under the sheets and pull down my shorts."

Johnny turned to stare at the bigger boy, and he saw the hard steel in his eyes. The smirk that intrigued him when they first met that afternoon was replaced by a snarl and he knew that Wes was not going to let him do anything unless he followed his instructions. Johnny's dick throbbed on the edge of his boy cum, and Wes' harsh tone and commanding demeanor made it throb even more for some reason. But no matter, he was cowed by the bigger boy, and his masculine physicality.

"Please, don't 3; I don't want to 3; what do you want me to do 3; I don't wanna do anything, please, Wes 3;Johnny's voice trembled and trailed off as he spoke.

"Stop yer fucking whining, and get under the sheets. I'm giving you the best time you've ever had, and we're gonna do this every night while you and your parents are staying here 3;get it! Now get under the sheets, and slide off my shorts 3;NOW!" As he spoke he gripped Johnny's nuts in one fist and began to tighten his hold 3; the younger boy understood immediately that Wes was in charge, and he would have to do whatever he wanted.

But there was more to it than Wes' powerful hold on Johnny's balls. Johnny didn't know why, but every word from Wes' mouth was like an elixir, and he was under the spell. His dick stayed hard, and he desperately wanted to cum, but knew that Wes wouldn't let him touch his bone until he did the other boy's bidding. So he quietly slid under the sheets on his hands and knees, following the scent of the boy's body he moved to crawl between his legs.

"Yeah, that's it punk 3; now grab my shorts and pull'em down 3;careful! you idiot 3; don't' catch my boner on the fly 3; yeah, that's better, now slide 'em off." Johnny carefully pulled the boxers down the boy's long legs as Wes lifted his ass to assist, and then over his big boy size 8 [eur 38½] feet. "Now get your nose under my nuts and sniff 'em," Wes ordered.

Johnny's dick went rigid 3;he almost came just from the sound of those words. He was helpless 3; Wes had touched something deep within him 3; and his head seemed to go where Wes directed without any conscious actions. His own prick drooled, as his hands slid under Wes' taut butt cheeks, lifting them slightly as the bigger boy planted his feet to raise his ass. Then Johnny slid down, lowering his head under Wes' amply hairy thighs and balls, and placed his nose against the slightly damp and hanging scrotum. Before his eyes was Wes' thick, boy prick, arched slightly to the left, its fat knob sticky with the teen's own pre-sap. Wes' two large walnut sized testicles were roiling in anticipation, and when Johnny's nose pressed against them he gasped in pleasure, more clear juice leaking from his own piss lips, smug in the knowledge that the smaller boy was willing to submit to his demands. Johnny inhaled deeply, and the intoxicating scent of sperm, the starchy smell of boy potency, coupled with a touch of sweat permeated his brain and instinctively as if he had been programmed, Johnny's tongue slid out of his mouth and swiped across Wes' manly nards. Slavishly, Johnny lapped and licked, and suddenly found one of Wes' big testicles lodged in his mouth so he could lash it back and forth while his lips cradled the soft, big marbles.

Wes grunted from the feeling of the boys buttery lips holding one of his fat nuts, and the tickle of his soft tongue swiping back and forth over the sweaty testicles 3; but Wes did not intend for Johnny to spend too much time on his balls; there were better things for the kid's tongue to lick. Wes sent Johnny down to the bottom of the bed and had him work north, starting with the big boy feet and toes, licking and sucking on the strong digits, as Wes wriggled them in his mouth. Wes' toes were not stink, but the scent of his sweat was just enough between the toes to make Johnny's dick throb some more. Later, Johnny would lick and suck on Wes' tight anus, tickling the nether lips with his tongue, parting the boy's hairy portal and finding the sensitive opening for his tongue to serve. Fortunately, the boys had been swimming during the afternoon, and Wes' trench had been washed clean in the chlorinated pool water. Then Wes had Johnny lick out his navel, suckle on his sensitive paps, and lick out his armpits, also clean from the play in the pool, yet filled with tasty boy scents and flavors.

But Wes was merely leading to the main event. "Okay dick-boy, get the sheets off me, and get in between my legs," Wes whispered. As Johnny dutifully complied, Wes pulled himself up so he could rest against the headboard and watch. He gripped his five inch [12½ cm] erection and with its knob obscenely bulging and wet, and aimed it toward Johnny's wide open eyes as the boy returned between Wes' legs after pulling down the bedding. "Common cocksucker, kiss my dick 3; Wes cooed with a hard edge in his voice."

"Don't call me a cocksucker 3; I'm not 3; you said we'd jerk each other 3; that's all I'm gonna do 3; " Johnny whimpered.

"You wanna cum tonight, or you want me to tie you hands over your head, and make you sleep on your back tonight?"

Johnny was shocked. Once again he said nothing, just looked at the sly grin that Wes had on his handsome face.

"Go get the ties from the curtains 3; Wes ordered." Johnny silently complied, climbing off the bed and going to the windows to bring back the two curtain ties for each side of the drapes. When he returned to the bed, Wes grabbed them from him.

"Turn around 3; " he said quietly. Johnny did so, and Wes grasped his wrists and quickly tied them together behind the smaller boy's back. Then he hauled Johnny over his lap and used one hand to keep the shocked boy down as he raised his open hand and brought it down sharply on Johnny's taut ass cheeks.

Johnny squealed from the slap, though it wasn't nearly as hard as Wes had given boys back at his boarding school. Wes leaned over and whispered firmly to Johnny to shut-up, unless he wanted people to come in and find him with a boner, and getting his ass spanked. Johnny gasped for breath, but kept his mouth shut, as Wes slapped his ass twice more. Then the older boy trailed his fingers down the tight crack of Johnny's ass, and wiggled his index finger into the clenching cheeks-forcing the pajama pants into the trough and scratching and flicking the boy's anal knot through the material. This time Johnny gasped, and his boner went rigid again after the spanking had caused him to initially lose some of his hard-on, forcing it against the wet, sticky material and thrusting between Wes' strong thighs. As the smaller organ rubbed against Wes' legs, drooling and slicking up the pajama pants as the fat little knob was scrubbed by the combination of the older boy's leg and the sliding material. But before Johnny could reach the sweet sensation of his dry cum, Wes yanked him up again and made him face him. His prick thrust through the opening of his pajamas from the motion, and its wet knob jerked and leaked as the boy was looked down, embarrassed and yet excited.

"Okay, cocksucker 3; you'll do what I say, and when I say it. You're nothing buy a pussy anyway, and if I say you're my cocksucker, then that's what you are. Fuck, you were willing to lick my toes, suck my titties and sniff my pits, why shouldn't I call you a cocksucker? What guy does that stuff who isn't a fruit-cake anyway? Now get you face down, and just kiss the head of my dick 3;understand, kiss it 3; "

Johnny lowered his head, and when he mouth reached within an inch of the throbbing erection of the older boy, he pursed his lips and made a soft, silent kiss on the wet, fat knob of Wes' cock. Wes had a long deep piss well, and it was filled with the clear goo from his excitement. He held his shaft, and as the boy's lips made contact, he slid the thick prong back and forth, coating Johnny's lips with his sap. In an instinctive reaction, Johnny let his tongue slide out and slurp up the sticky juice that now covered his lips, and as he did so, his slurping tongue encountered Wes's sticky knob.

"Aaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhh 3; Wes moanded quietly, enjoying the younger boy's accidental ministration to his thick cudgel. "OOOOOOOOHHHHH Fuuuuuucccccckkkk 3;, that feels so fuckin' good 3; shit, it seems like months since I've had a mouth on my dick, yeah 3;now suck it good, take it in your mouth and use your tongue all around the head 3; mother-fuck yeah!" Johnny took to his task without any hesitation. And somehow he understood that his teeth would hurt, so he managed to slide his lips up and down the turgid shaft slowly at first so his teeth would not scrape the soft flesh. As his mouth descended, he slopped his tongue around the spongy knob, bathing and basting it with his spit to keep it sliding easily between his gripping lips. Once he was given permission by Wes' dirty talk to suck on the prick rather than just lave it, he made his mouth into a vacuum and worked the knob relentlessly, sensing the bigger boy became helpless and pliant when the sensitive tip was suckled.

As he sucked, Johnny let his eyes wander up the muscled torso of Wes, catching his curves and lines from the street light shining through the window. Wes had a line of dark fur that trailed from his dick to his navel, and then proceeded up between his well formed pectoral muscles. The hair thinned out as it moved toward the sides of his chest, and provided a halo around each of the rubbery nubs of his tits which thrust up and out. Johnny had already sucked them and he saw how much Wes liked his nipples played with. In spite of needing one hand to slide up the shaft he was sucking and hold it in place when Wes bucked his hips, he was able to free the other hand to slide up the bigger boy's firm abdominals, and then reach up to grip and tug on first one then the other of his firm tits. The moment he did so, Wes closed his eyes, and screwed his ass down into the bed. His groans became a bit louder, and suddenly Johnny felt the knob of Wes' fat prick expand to fill his mouth completely. He decided to pinch Wes' nearest nipple firmly and the moment he did so, his mouth was filled with shot after shot of nutty boy cream. Johnny's eyes widened, and for a moment he wondered what he should do 3; but that passed quickly, as he voraciously swallowed each slightly bitter wad of the other boy's thick spunk, savoring its new taste and enjoying the way that Wes writhed all over the bed, almost helpless to stop Johnny suctioning mouth on his tender prick head.

That was the first of seven nights of wonder and bliss for Johnny. That night, as they tossed restlessly in bed, Wes masturbated Johnny three times. The first was Johnny inaugural ejaculation, and the continued thumbing of his sensitive prick head by Wes almost made him yell out. But Wes shoved one of his cotton gym socks into Johnny's mouth, and kept the boy groaning into his gag as his fingers danced over and over the taut, smooth glans of the boys prick now bathed in his first sperm. Wes loved keeping the smaller boy under his control, and that night, Johnny was milked twice more, with Wes bringing him to the edge of ejaculation, only to abandon his jerking, finding other ways to distract both himself and Johnny before he would give the boy satisfaction. Wes would continue to tie Johnny's hands behind him or over his head to the bedhead all week, and one night, he blindfolded him, used a baseball bat to spread and secure his legs apart, and taught Johnny the pleasures of a finger up his asshole while he was milked over and over again. By the time Johnny left Wes' house, he was addicted to the feel of the bigger boy's rough thumb scrubbing back and forth on his tender prick knob, working it relentlessly, keeping him erect and stiff even after jarring ejaculations. The tender prick head would scream with sensation after Johnny's cum's but Wes' improvised gags made him learn to take the continued milking of his boy bone till he almost fainted from the tickling.

Johnny learned the texture and contour of each of Wes's long, thick toes, and how sucking Wes' fingers was almost like sucking a cock. He mastered tickling Wes' ass pucker with his tongue, and usually sucked the bigger boy two or three times a day. When he returned home, Johnny now understood why Brent McDermott fascinated him. Like Wes, Brent was big, and physically mature. Each day he saw Brent from the time of his return, he became obsessed with what the older boy's cock looked like and how long it was, whether he had hair in his ass crack and whether his balls were in a pouch or slung low in a sack. Using his binoculars he'd learned much about his studly boy neighbor, but that only peaked his lust. The pictures he took of Brent fueled his fantasies, and he wondered what it would be like to turn the tables on a boy like Wes or Brent. Maybe if he could find a way, he would use Brent as his experiment and try out the many things Wes had done to him on a bigger boy. But these were just dreams 3; and for Johnny, there was another boy he thought he could try out his ideas on first-someone who would be safer as the subject of a dry run.

Chapter 2
Johnny's Captive

Johnny had never had the nerve to get into discussing sex with Darren. He had seen Darren naked a couple of times, and marveled at the boys huge sex organs. His penis was 5½ inch long [14 cm] and with a thick head, and his balls were low hanging. He had a profusion of blond hair around his cock, on his legs, under his arms, and up his ass. Johnny had seen Darren most recently at the beach when they had gone in to change from the their swim suits into dry clothes. Darren in his goofy, innocent way, did not notice how Johnny stared at the other boy's large organ and testicles. He also found a soiled pair of briefs sticking out from under Darren's bed one time recently when the other boy had gone to bathroom while they were both studying. The crotch of the briefs were stiff and the pouch soiled yellow from something darker than piss. Johnny knew that Darren had already begun to ejaculate, and assumed that Darren masturbated like he did, but he couldn't bring himself to ask Darren about it. But that was before he met Wes. After his week visiting Wes, Johnny had lost all his inhibitions. In fact, the more he jerked off at night thinking about Wes and what he had done to Johnny, the more bold and assertive Johnny became. The thought of his ass being paddled, of being tied and masturbated by Wes, and being forced to service Wes made his dick throb constantly. Now he needed more of that experience, and he wanted it on his terms – . Little did Darren know that he was about to became not only part of Johnny scheme, but would learn the pleasures of following Johnny's orders.

Johnny called Darren up to ask him to help develop his latest photographs. Johnny had gotten Darren into the amateur photography hobby because they did so much together that Darren just followed along. He and Johnny developed photos they both took, but mostly the ones that Johnny snapped. They could easily have used a digital camera, but Johnny preferred the clarity and sharpness of his 35mm shots, and they scanned the ones they wanted to preserve beyond the negatives. But tonight, Johnny had a different agenda. When Darren arrived, Johnny began the work as usual, but then he began to tell Darren about his vacation with his parents.

"You know Darren, I learned a lot on my vacation – things I would never have learned if I was here."

"Whaddya mean? you mean it was like school or something? That sucks, I thought you were there on a vacation?"

"No dude, I don't mean school learning, I mean real stuff – stuff that guys should know. My parents' friends had a son who was our age – but he knew stuff I'd never heard about – and man was he cool. This dude could make the guys at our school look like jerks and punks."

"Well whadhe he teach ya 3; that was so cool," Darren asked with the casual innocence that marked everything he did, still focused on helping to set up the development materials.

Johnny took a breath, this was it – he had to snare Darren if his plan for Brent was going to work. "He taught me all kinds of stuff about sex – and shit," he said in a casual voice that did not disclose the growing erection in his pants and the sweat forming under his arms. "By the time we left, I knew more about my cock and how to use it than I would've learned here in ten years."

Darren looked at Johnny with a wide-eyed expression, the proverbial "doe caught in the headlights" stare, hardly comprehending what his friend had just said. "Ya mean you guys jerked off together, and stuff" Darren asked quietly staring down at the preparations they were making for the photographs, too embarrassed to look his buddy in the face.

"Oh yeah, we did that, but it was what I learned about how guys like us work and how to make sex really cool and interesting that was great" Johnny said with an air of mystery and allure – like he was much more mature than his years. Darren fell for the bait.

"Well, can you tell me about that stuff Johnny – ?" Darren asked the question and blushed at the same time. He clearly wanted to know, but had never spoken with his friend about sex beyond stupid jokes about girls at school. His own large prick filled a bit with blood, the conversation about sex making him slightly tumescent.

"Hey dude, you're my buddy, of course I'll share it with you. But I need to show you, and when I do, I want to capture it on film – it's too cool not to put into pictures – know what I mean?" Johnny's brain was working at a fevered pitch now – he was drawing Darren in slowly but surely, and the rope was closing around Darren even though he did not know it.

"I dunno, Johnny – that's kind of weird, I'm mean – if we're gonna learn about sex shit, why would we put in on film? Johnny realized that he had Darren the moment he asked the question. If he had just said no flat out – it would never come to pass. But when Darren had asked the question, he had opened the door and Johnny was about to walk through it.

"Cause if we don't record it in pictures, then it won't be coolâ€"that's what I learned this summer. I mean later, we might use it with chicks and stuff, sending it out on the internet and getting girls to think we're really cool – and from what I learned from Wes there are girls who would suck that kind of stuff up in a flash. So we gotta get ourselves ready for the internet – make ourselves available. I'll show you how, and like I said, once we do it, we're gonna be the coolest dudes at school." Johnny watched how his enthusiasm captured Darren's simple imagination, and how the other boy stared at him with wide-eyed wonder but growing excitement. It was a done deal – Darren would soon be captured on film and when he was, Johnny would close the trap on his buddy and then really teach him what was what.

Johnny told Darren that they would get together over the weekend. Johnny's parents were going to visit an elderly aunt in the next town, and they knew their teenage son was not interested in sitting around talking family gossip. Johnny would have the house to himself for most of the day, and he told Darren to come over about 10:00 a.m., just about an hour after his parents would be leaving. That would give him time to set up stuff in the basement, and get his cameras ready.

Practice Makes Perfect

He took the stairs two at a time, excited by the prospect of having his own boy toy to play with. His cock was already half-hard, knowing that this was the day he would take the role that Wes had had – but he was determined to be better than Wes, smarter and more devious.

"Hey dude," Johnny said matter of factly when he opened the front door for Darren.

"Hey Jo," Darren replied in the familiar nickname he'd invented when they were in elementary school.

"Let's go downstairs, I got the stuff down there. It's gonna be cool, and when it over you're gonna feel super," Johnny promised. "Just one thing, you gotta do what I tell ya, no hemming and hawing – got it?"

"Ya mean I can't say no – what's that all about? I don't wanna do any weird stuff, you know stuff that is strange." Darren did not want to say "queer" but he felt strange knowing that his buddy was going to show him sex stuff. "I just wanna jack off, maybe see a dirty movie or something – how about that?" Even as he said it, Darren blushed with embarrassment, but his cock lurched a bit in anticipation – it always did when he was in the mood to cum. Johnny screwed up his face like he was saying to Darren, don't be a dork – but he never responded to his friends inquiry.

When they got downstairs, Johnny told Darren to take off his shoes and socks. He didn't even look at the boy when he said it, and while Darren gave a funny look, it was lost on Johnny's backside. He sat on the edge of the bed, and kicked off his suede sneaks, and pulled off the damp, white cotton socks. His big, size ten [eur 42] feet were muscular and veined already, and his high arches were complemented by wide balls on both of his feet and strong ankles from the after-school basketball he'd been a natural to play. The toes were long already, thick digits with clean, well trimmed nails. Darren absently flexed his toes, and curled them under the balls of his feet as he watched Johnny walk to the work bench. He had looked there when he came down the stairs, but Johnny's body blocked his view of the items arranged on it.

Johnny picked up the sleep mask, and turned around and walked to Darren. "Here Darren, put this on over your head and eyes." Darren looked at the mask with surprise, and asked, "how come?"

"Now listen Darren, either I'm gonna teach you what I learned, or we can just call the whole thing off." Johnny's heart was pounding, he needed to get past this hurdle before Darren could catch on – just a few more steps so to speak, and he would be on his way.

Darren's cock was getting hard in his pants – and he wasn't quite sure why. Just the thought of fooling around with his buddy was exciting, and most of all, he was gonna get to cum – something he hadn't done since yesterday when he whacked-off in the john in school after P.E. "Oh what the fuck" he thought – and said "kay dude, but no weird shit, okay?" Johnny smiled as he slid the mask over Darren's head. He knew that soon his buddy would have a whole new definition of weird and he would be the one to teach him.

"Okay, dude, now just lay back down on the bed," Johnny requested barely disguising the excitement in his voice. Darren lay back, and allowed his legs to rest over the edge of the bed, his bare feet now resting on the carpet in the basement. Johnny asked him to scoot up and he did so, his feet now resting over the edge of the bed. Johnny quickly went to the work bench and retrieved two of the lengths of rope. They had already been tied into loops, and so he smoothly slid one over one wrist and let the loose rope dangle as he slipped the other end over the one bed post. He did the same with the other, and as Darren was asking what was going on, he went behind the head of the bed, and pulled both of the loops up and taut, pulling Darren's arms over his head and firmly securing them to the respective posts.

"Hey, what the fuck is going on – " Darren asked with surprise in his voice. "I said no weird stuff," but even has he spoke, his cock went rigid in his shorts. "Why are you tying me up – we didn't talk about this – .John – what's the deal?"

But Johnny ignored his friend. He was already securing one foot to the bottom posts of the bed. By the time Darren wriggled his other foot to avoid Johnny's contact, he was looped and secured, spread and tied, blindfolded and exposed to his friend's whims.

"Darren, don't worry dude – you're gonna get the best experience of your life. I'm gonna make you feel like the king of cum."

"What're ya talkin' bout – Jo – this is strange – I don't like it – we never talked about tying anyone up. Common' lemme up – let's just whack-off like we talked about." Darren was trying to keep calm, but his dick was thumping in his shorts. He could not see how he looked, and he hoped that Johnny did not see him. But Johnny was staring at his friend's rigid stalk, pointing up to his navel, and forcing the shorts to cling around the rigid protrusion. He stared down lustfully at his big friend, tugging at the ropes that bound him, his cock hard in his shorts but unable to see anything happening to him.

Johnny lay down on the bed next to Darren, his body pressing against his friend's. "What the fuck is goin' on Jo – how come yer lying down – ." Panic was starting to grip Darren, but his dick was not cooperating. Already, the magical lubricant that seeped from his plump heart shaped knob was making a wet spot through his briefs and on the light cotton material of the shorts he was wearing. Reflexively, he was curling his toes, and Johnny loved the way the big feet looked so pale and vulnerable.

Johnny reached over to Darren's light cotton t-shirt, and lifted it just high enough for his hand to slide onto the other boys firm stomach. Darren turned his head, and though blind-folded looked towards his friend in shock – what was Johnny doing? And then he felt the firm palm of his buddy slide around his stomach, over the ridges, and his blunt index finger slide into his navel. Darren sucked in his stomach and his ass screwed into the bed, trying to escape the probing finger and the bonds that held him in place. It was so weird to have another guy's finger probing his ticklish navel, but what was worse it caused his cock to stiffen even more. Johnny's rough fingernail started a lazy scratch inside his friend's "inny," just enough to tickle him and make him giggle and squirm more. Then the finger probed more deeply, and the fingernail scratched back and forth over the sensitive nub inside. Involuntarily, Darren squealed in laughter, – and suddenly he realized his predicament as blood began to rush to his boy cock.

Chapter 3

"NNNNOOOOOOOO 3;AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH 3; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 3; 3;STOP, JO.. STOP 3; I CAN'T BREATH 3; AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH 3;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Darren bucked and thrashed, tightly bound, and unable to escape the rasping fingers and the firm nails that were making him come close to peeing in his shorts 3;AAAAAHHHHH, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Darren's head thrashed, and Johnny moved back a bit to make sure he could continue to torture his friend, and not get injured at the same time. Now the blood had completely filled Darren's boy cock, and it was fully bloated in his shorts.

Even as Johnny's wriggling fingers drew howls of laughter from Darren's writhing torso, the sadistic Johnny saw how hard Darren's cock had become. The front of Darren cotton shorts were getting wet with boy sap, and the material had moved about, exposing the fat cap of his friend's long boy prick, just above the elastic band of his briefs and the skewed waist of his shorts. The boy's cock had a wide helmet for a kid his age, and was wet with lube, sticky and the deep piss lips were full of the clear scum. Johnny just kept tickling. He wanted to reduce Darren to begging, and he knew what he would extract as ransom.

After ten minutes of intermittent tickling, and grazing of Darren's stiff tit nubs, his howling and thrashing were mixed with groaning and moaning. But these were not the groans of pain. They were accompanied by the thrusting of the teen's hips, and the grinding of his ass. The bondage made him helpless to reach his throbbing prick and embarrassed to say anything to the friend who had brought him to the edge of sexual release. Now his entreaties were balanced with " 3; ooooooooohhhhhhhhh fuuuuccccck 3;nnnnooooo 3; aaaaaahhhhhhh shhhhhiiiitttt 3; jesus 3; you gotta stooooppp 3; ffuuuuuucccckkkkkk!." Without Darren fully realizing it, Johnny had stopped the aggressive tickling, and instead his fingers were now stroking, tugging and rolling the bigger boy's sensitive nipples on the one hand, and stroking up inside his thighs with the other, grazing his balls through his briefs, and scratching beneath them at the thin, ragged strip of material that ran from his balls to his tender, untouched ass-pucker. Darren was grinding his ass into the bed even as he giggled, and turning his head back and forth from the sensations. But he was also letting his best friend play with him like a sexual toy, silently assenting to the delicious sexual longing that was building in his teenage testicles. When John's thick index finger slid underneath the sweat dampened cotton briefs to slip between his friends taut buns in order to reach his anus, there was only a gasp followed by a groan as John's fingernail scratched idly back and forth on the sensitive nether lips gently prying at them. All the while his now rigid teen nipples were being gently scratched, and pinched by the boy's other hand, making him whimper and suck in his breath with each delicious tug of the boy tits. Johnny was ready for his next step, and Darren was lost, aching to have his oversized teenage boner stroked and rubbed.

Without any fanfare, or even a word spoken, Johnny unsnapped, then unzipped Darren's shorts. The bigger boy did not say a word, but kept his eyes closed and was breathing hard as his nipples continued to be plied. John wet his fingertips by licking them and then returned to Darren's stiff tits to heighten the ticklish sensation, and he was able as a result to lift Darren's briefs up and in one movement and then slide his fist around the thick boy shaft, with its sticky, drooling cock tip.

Darren's prick was a teenage prize, but one the shy and awkward boy little appreciated beyond its capacity to provide him with excellent sexual relief. He loved to masturbate the giant stalk, but hardly gave its size the respect it deserved in the teenage competition in lockerrooms and pissing troughs in the boy's johns. Darren's rod was taut at the connection above his lowing hanging nut sack, but widened as it grew to its full seven inches [18 cm], capped by an even thicker helmet with a deep piss well. When erect, there was almost a full quarter-inch [7 mm] flange exposed around the ruddy head, its nerve endings so sensitive when either moistened by his copious pre-fuck, or scratched inadvertently by his nails as he frantically masturbated. Darren could not take much action around the knob, and once he ejaculated, he could not touch his cock head himself. It was just too ticklish. But now, tied and helpless, with sensations coursing across his body that he had never felt, Darren was unable to stop the rough fisting of his proud prick, as Johnny greedy palm rolled over and over his prize plum sized cock tip, and focused on chaffing the huge boy clit. Darren tried to hunch to protect his cock, and he squealed and begged Johnny to stop: "Jo 3;Jesus 3; fuck 3;stop 3;AAAAAGGHHH, WHAT THE FUCK 3;JO MAN 3; DUDE 3;AAAAAAAAHHHHH 3;NO..NO 3;PLEASE 3;OOOHH GOD DAMN 3; AAAAAGGGHHH 3;! But Johnny was as persistent as he was now mesmerized by his friends huge cock head. More of Darren's pre-sap flowed from the tender piss lips and lubricated his flailing fist, and with a deft touch, his heart pounding, Johnny continued to masturbate the tethered teenager as his video camera whirled on, capturing only Darren's helpless ecstasy, and Johnny's relentless fist.

As Darren surrendered to the delicious sensations coursing through this cock, and the wild abandon of his body responding to Johnny's focus on his sensitive cock head, Johnny could sense that Darren was quickly reaching the point of ejaculation. He was enjoying the spectacle of his big bodied friend, helplessly writhing under the control of Johnny's fist, but he did not want Darren to cum too quickly. With a sudden stop, he slid his fist off of Darren's rigid member just as the captive boy was stretching his feet and grinding his ass one last time for a mighty release. Instead, his throbbing rod bounced on his stomach, and pulsed, the head expanding futilely, as it sought enough contact to bring Darren over the edge.

Johnny got up and went to the work bench. He needed some of his tools. Picking up the lotion and two paint brushes, Johnny returned to the bed, to his friends heavy breathing, and occasional shudders from the cool air of the basement gliding over his already too sensitive cock tip. Neither boy said a word. Darren was too embarrassed by his willingness to let his friend masturbate him, and Johnny was determined not to give Darren an excuse to demand his release. Without further delay, not wanting Darren to lose his sexual appetite, Johnny squirted lotion on one of the paint brushes, a one inch [2½ cm] bristle that he had cut short so that only an inch [2½ cm] of the brush remained attached to the handle. That way, the bristles were firm, yet pliant 3; just the touch Johnny had been hoping to achieve. He squirted some of the lotion on Darren's still pulsing cock head, and the other boy yelped in surprise: "Jo 3; what the fuck 3; what now 3; comm'on Jo 3; enough. You had your fun 3; but this is queer 3; lemme up 3; common, please, I'm begging ya 3; lemme up."

As Darren picked up the brush, he grasped his friend's thick boner in his left hand, while aiming the brush with his right hand. "Oh no dude 3; I'm gonna give you the thrill of your life, when you squirt your juice, it's gonna shoot over your head and across the room. You know you dig getting your nut, so why fight it 3; you don't have to do a thing buddy 3; I'm gonna take care of you cause we're friends." Without giving Darren a moment to respond, Johnny applied the taut bristles made soft and even more pliant by the lotion, to his friend's boner that had gone stone hard the moment he had grasped it in his fist. Sliding the bristles just below the flange of the glans, Johnny made Darren gasp and squeal of the ticklish sensation of the sticky bristles.

"OOOOHHHHHHH FFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK! AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHH 3; what're you doing 3; on no 3;oh Jesus 3; oh shit 3;aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, no, please Jo 3; aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhh 3; 3; !"

The wicked bristles made contact with the wide flange below the glans and immediately felt like a thousand ants nibbling on the tethered boy's rigid prick. The bristles did not scratch or lance the tender glans, but rather tickled it with an insanely irritating friction that sent Darren almost out of his mind: "NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO 3;OOOOOHHHH 3; FUCK 3;AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH 3; SSSSSTTTTOOOOPPPP 3; PLEASE 3; OH SHIT, OH FUCK 3;NO 3; PLEASE NO 3; 3; AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH." Johnny worked efficiently, moving the maddening bristles here, then there, and back again, basting the fat, sticky knob of his friend's throbbing boner, making him burp and drool clear sap, and driving the bristles from the piss lips, round the flange, and over the wide helmet of the glans then back again. But without a stroking motion from Johnny's fist, Darren climbed the pinnacle of sensation, but never quite made it over the edge. For fifteen minutes straight, Johnny worked the tender prick head, and at the same time, reached up with one hand to scrabble his fingers in the helpless boy's armpits and across his chest to pluck his firm teen teats.

Darren threw his head from side to side, curled his long toes, and jerked as much as his restraints would allow. He wailed and squealed as his so-called friend flicked the bristles back and forth mercilessly across his captive cock knob, often screaming into the empty cavern of the basement and deserted house. But well underground, no one could hear his desperate pleas for help. Finally he could take no more. His body had been climbing uphill to get the fulfillment that the insane tickling of his prick promised, and when John began to use his other fist, lubricated with lotion, to slide up the thick shaft of the boy's bone and thumb his prick tip after the bristles would brush across it, Darren finally felt the completion he needed to get his nut. The alternating motion of first the fist then the bristles once again made his ass bounce on the bed, and his hips thrust upward to get the grip from Johnny's gently sliding fist that he so desperately needed to reach ejaculation.

Up and down, up and down Darren bounced on the bed, and then he finally ground it and into the scrambled sheets one last time, before lifting his mid section up into the air. His fat cock head swelled in the slowly rolling fist of his friend as the bristles followed the same path, and suddenly the piss lips opened wide and rope after rope of teen fuck came blasting out up and over to head and his torso. Darren went ballistic: AAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH 3;FUCK 3; OOOHHH, SHIT 3; 3; MOTHER-FUCK, AAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW 3; 3; OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW 3; AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH 3; PPPPPPPLLLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEE 3; NNNNOOOO, OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!

Johnny watched as his friend spewed the thick boy juice, more than he had ever shot from his own cock even after an hour of masturbating. He purposely stopped touching the ejaculating prick after the cum began to bolt from its overheated and expanded head. Darren continued to writhe on the bed, and gasp for air, almost blacking out from the sensation as shot after shot fired from his aching penis. But little did he know that his afternoon was just beginning. Johnny had no intention of letting his friend loose so soon. He explained to Darren the facts of his new life, how he'd had the most fantastic ejaculation ever, and there was more to come 3; but from now on, Darren was to do everything Johnny asked. Johnny explained about the film and digital photos that were taken, and how they could end up in the wrong places if Darren did not cooperate.

Darren at first was shocked, then scared. How could his friend turn on him like this. But Johnny spoke in a soothing voice, and promised that he would always be Darren's friend and would take care of him 3; and on cue, Johnny's fist began to slide up and down the partially tumescent shaft of his fiend. Darren begged, but Johnny shushed him, and continued to whisper support and friendship, and soon Darren's whorish cock had become stiff again, longing for the continued fisting and jerking his friend was giving it. When Johnny had let Darren's cock expend itself during the ejaculation, he knew the drying cum would cause it to itch, and the prick would not be completely fulfilled from the lack of a clasping sensation that every cock needs and wants in the moment of release. Soon, Johnny fist was sliding up and down the fevered shaft, and coursing over the fat plum of the tip, while his other hand pinched and plucked Darren's still taut tits. Johnny leaned over and began to suck on one teat, and then used his free hand to tickle Darren's ears, his Adam's Apple, into his arm pits, and finally snake down to slip between his firm ass cheeks to seek the tender, virgin ass pucker that hid within the thick boy hair clogging the path. Johnny just grazed the nether lips, enough to make Darren lose control and try to clench his firm ass cheeks to deny any entrance, but with the fisting his prick was getting and the other distractions of Johnny's lips and his dirty talk, Darren was lost once again in a haze of sensation.

He finally give himself up to Johnny, begging his friend to frig his fat cock, to milk him good, and arched his back to Johnny's lips as the other teen suckled his sensitive paps. For the rest of the afternoon, Johnny played with his friend, until he got every promise from Darren he needed to begin planning the next phase of his plans 3; the capture and control of Brent McDermott. And Darren got two more sensational ejaculations, his young balls producing sperm and his ever ready prick stiffening to allow each of Johnny's careful designs to wring cum from it to succeed.

"Hey buddy, I just gave you what you wanted, and from now on, you're gonna do what-ever I say 3; aren't ya?" With that his thumb slid back and forth over the cock knob 3; and Darren hunched and ground his ass, wrenching his body to avoid the cruel sensations, but helpless to stop it. He finally stopped pleading, and yelled his assent.

"Fuck, okay 3; aaaaggghhhh, Jesus 3; oooooohhhh Jo 3; what're doing 3;oooooohhhh God, okay 3;please 3;okay 3; I'll do anything, just stop 3; oh fuck, please, JUST STOP!

Johnny stopped using his thumb, but continued to lazily scratch under the boys arm pits and across his taut abdomen, keeping him off balance and not letting his still stiff shaft out of his grasp. He went to on to explain to Darren that the video was a bit of 'friendly' insurance, to ensure that Darren would keep his promise to "do anything" Johnny asked. From now on Darren was to ask his friend's permission to masturbate, and if he got an erection he was to tell Johnny about it, and what he was thinking about, and once a day, he would have to let Johnny watch him piss and if he fucked up, Johnny might even have to give him an enema 3;, and at least twice per week, Johnny would supervise Darren's ejaculations. Darren was flabbergasted, and he blushed and begged, and tried to reason with his friend. But tied down, his cock still hard in his friend's fist, and for some reason, feeling like he might cum again, Darren was cowed into everything Johnny demanded. Before the session finished, Johnny slowly brought Darren up the hill again, sliding his fist up and over the firmly bloated cock knob and wringing another spectacular ejaculation from Darren's gism laden nuts. Darren screamed and pleaded, but Johnny still spoke to him slowly, and ignored his pleas, making sure the big boy teen was fully under his management. Darren was hooked, and Johnny had his first captive. Now Johnny was in charge of his friend's sexual needs. Step one on the road to control of Brent McDermott's teenage prong had been achieved.

Test Run

Johnny often met Darren at the Field House restrooms near the back of the campus, across the football field and out of sight of most people at school. Like they had on previous occasions, Darren would enter first and go into the disabled stall, and about five minutes later, Johnny would join him. They had only seen one other person there at lunch time, and Johnny just went to another stall until the kid left. Today, like other days, he joined Darren in the stall and found him as he had been instructed to wait.

Darren had his jeans around his sneakers, his shirt unbuttoned, and his hands locked behind his head. Johnny had told him that in this position, it wasn't queer, because they Darren wasn't trying to touch him or anything. With his hands behind his head, it was more like he was just waiting to get his cock serviced. And like usual, he had a boner. Every time he went into this position, his cock would get hard in anticipation of Johnny's games. Already a wet spot had formed on his white briefs, from the anticipatory pre-fuck that dripped from his fat knob. Johnny closed the stall door and latched it, and turned to face Darren. He smiled a satisfying, reassured smile, hooked his back pack on the door hook, and sat down on the toilet seat. Darren turned to face him and as he did so Johnny slid his palms over Darren's taut stomach, and then up to his gently curving pecs to graze the rubbery tits that thrust out from them. Fuck – Darren closed his eyes and signed when Johnny's palm slid over his rubbery teats. How he had come to love the feel of Johnny's palms and fingers on his sensitive nipples. The moment he felt Johnny's touch, his cock lurched and burped another wad of clear lube against the cotton briefs. And when Johnny's fingers closed around each teat and gently pinched and tugged on them, Darren closed his eyes and hunched over from the sweet sensation, emitting a low groan.

"Wet your fingertips Darren," Johnny instructed. And Darren sucked on his index fingers so they would be ready to ply his own tits. Johnny made him roll and twist them himself, so that Johnny's hands were free to go elsewhere. Then Johnny stood up, and reached over to Darren and gently pulled his briefs down to his knees. Johnny always did it slowly, so the cotton would rub against Darren's bloated fuck tip, tickling it, and scrubbing it as the material slid by. When his briefs were down, Darren's long prick thrust outward, bobbing in the air. Johnny grasped it, and told Darren to close his eyes and concentrate. It had taken three separate attempts, but Darren finally learned how to relax and allow his cock to subside from the taut erection caused by someone else touching him so intimately. But when he did, he was just relaxed enough to be able to pee through the partial erection. Johnny would hold his cock, aim it, and allow Darren to piss. When Darren finally finished laboring through the pissing, Johnny shook the shaft twice, then took a piece of toilet paper and wiped the big knob, rubbing the tissue around it and tickling it more. That would cause Darren's erection to return completely, and while he stood pinching his tits Johnny would gently masturbate him for about ten minutes. He never allowed his friend to ejaculate, but he would work him up, making him gasp and whine.

Darren knew he could not cum, because once after he did without permission, Johnny would not let him have a cum session for a week, and instead had devised a strange little cage that he locked around Darren's balls and cock. It allowed the bigger boy to piss in private, but he could not get an erection or even try to masturbate. It had been hell, and Darren had pleaded with Johnny to release him. But Johnny had been firm. He told Darren the only alternative would be for him to whip Johnny's cock when it was erect, as a form of discipline or punishment. Johnny had created a small whip from shoe laces attached to an old jump rope handle, and the plastic ends on the laces provided a funny sting when they connected with his tender cock head. Once Johnny had showed him how it would feel, and while it wasn't so bad, in fact it kinda felt good and made his cock throb and drool – it seemed weird at the same time. So instead of getting his cock whipped, Darren took the cage.

From that time on, he worked hard to make sure that he did not cum without asking for permission, or after Johnny had instructed him to do so. So like usual, Johnny masturbated Darren for almost fifteen minutes, making his friend helpless and desperate. Sometimes, Johnny would get Darren so hard and distracted, he could make him do other things. Once, he'd made Darren strip off all his clothes and allow Johnny to masturbate him in the stall butt naked. Another time, he'd made Darren take off his shoes and socks, and then sit on Johnny's lap with his feet pressed against the stall door. That way, Johnny was able to use one hand to help Darren tweak and pluck his nips, and the other to masturbate the bigger boy. Darren ground his hips and squirmed, sitting on Johnny's lap, and his cock drooled and drooled, but Johnny wouldn't let him ejaculate 3; just kept him hard as a rock, and desperate for relief from his buddy's rough fist working over his fat boy knob.

During one of their sessions, when Johnny's fist was sliding back and forth over the bloated fuck tip, Johnny had suggested a test of the scheme he was planning to use on Brent eventually. He persuaded Darren that it would be cool to have his father's friend's son join them in a jerk session. After all, since Wes had taught him, and Johnny had taught Darren, why not have a three-way, where all the boys could learn from each other? Darren, gasping each time Johnny's callused fist rode over his leaking knob, and hardly able to concentrate, acquiesced to his friend's logic, and allowed Johnny to have him join the session. Wes would be coming with his parents to spend a weekend at Johnny's house, and the parents were going out to dinner on Friday night, and to a play on Saturday night. That would be a chance for the three boys to get together on two straight nights. And using his thumb to slide quickly over Darren's flange, and glans, Johnny somehow persuaded his friend that it would be cool if they could video-tape the session 3; and that would be Darren's role. The whinning teenager, squirming and twisting as his buddy's thumb tickled his fat knob incessantly, quickly hissed his agreement, just to focus back on the incredible sensations that were causing his to thrust his hips towards Johnny's magic fingers.

A week later, Wes and his parents arrived at Johnny's house. The summer was rapidly drawing to a close, and Wes parents had been invited by Johnny's to their home to return the favor from earlier in the summer. Wes had visions of a weekend with the cocksucker he had broken in early that summer. Little did he know what this weekend had in store for him. Johnny was a quick study, and Wes was about to learn just how smart a thirteen year old could be.

Chapter 4
Brent and Amy's Raging Hormes

What no one new, not even Brent, was that Amy had learned about her cunt from the family Priest. At twelve, she had become a volunteer at St. Bridgette's Catholic church, the one her parents attended and where she and her brother had their first communions. The youth pastor, who also provided the first confessions to Amy and her brother Kyle, was a young and handsome recent graduate of divinity school, Father Andrews. Amy was head over heels in love with the young Father, her pre-teen crush not taking into account that Priests were not allowed to marry. It did not matter to her, Father was so handsome, his dark hair and deep blue eyes and athletic build seemed to radiate sex to a girl whose periods had just begun and for whom her clit was now emerging as a source of pleasure even if she did not understand why. Suddenly riding her brother's bike was uncomfortable, the bar riding between her cunt lips and touching something there that tingled and ached until she got off the bike. And when she showered, it seemed like cleaning her pussy was not longer routine, as that spot at the top made her shiver and close her legs together whenever she touched it. Once in the bath, she had taken the rope-soap and run the cord between her legs, and felt the burning pleasure when the cord rubbed back and forth over her clit. She had kept running it back and forth until her body shivered and shuddered, and her pussy contracted. That first orgasm was magical, and she had not repeated it often. But every time she let her fingers stray to her pussy, that feeling would start and when she thought of Father Andrews, it would start without her even touching herself.

Little did Amy know that Father was an equal opportunity lecher. In divinity school he had learned the pleasures of sex from an older brother of the order, and many nights his thick 7 inch [18 cm] prick was masturbated or sucked into oblivion by the man, his legs spread up and to his chest, a finger drilling into his firm ass, helping him to squirt gism by the quart into the talented fist and the voracious mouth of his mentor. Now free of the order, but chained to his vows, Father Andrew could not resist the temptations of lovely girls and boys over whom he had authority. The firm young boys' bodies and the sweet cunts of the girls lured him to seduce them, and teach them as he had been taught at the divinity school.

It began for the Keller family with Kyle. At fourteen, his hormones were bursting out, and he often felt the need to share his sins in the confessional. Father Andrew was so willing to forgive him, but made him provide every detail of his fantasies, and what he did to himself. Eventually, he persuaded the young teen that the only absolution could come from showing the offending member and having its intrinsic sin washed away with holy water. Right in the confessional, Father Andrew had found a way to remove the screen that separated him from those on the other side, and within a month, Kyle's thick five inch [12½ cm] cudgel was hard and dripping through the opening in the confessional wall, its offending potency being stroked and bathed by young Father Andrew with "holy water" and some slippery substance that made Kyle gasp and grunt as the Father's fingers danced up and down his shaft. For two years, long after he knew that Father Andrews was using him for sex, Kyle made sure to go to confession at least once a week, if not more. There his fat tipped prick was sucked and stroked into submission and he was able to shoot wads and wads of boy spunk to keep his blue balls under check.

Little did Kyle know that he was not the only member of the family getting special attention from the Priest. Within a month of starting in on Kyle, Father had Amy's panties at her ankles, her ass bent towards the screen, and his fingers slavering in and out of her pussy, pinching and stroking her clit into series of sweet cums. Amy had to bring a towel to stick in her mouth, otherwise her squeals would have resulted in losing her weekly masturbation at the hands of the handsome Father. He even rubbed his prick against her pussy, and squirted his juice on her more than once. But he had never penetrated her, not wanting to leave a trail of lost virginity leading back to him. He had, though, obtained a sweet vibrating French tickler that he used on Amy and other girls and boys who surrendered to him in the Confessional booth, and Amy could not get enough of the ribbed and spiked device, rubbing back and forth against her swollen, soggy labia and the always itchy clit.

Now that she and Brent were dating, she had stopped seeing the Father for her weekly sessions, but it made her all the more horny for her boyfriends thick finger and the magical use of his tongue which he had shown her soon after the movie theater date. Father Andrews had never licked her pussy, but Brent loved to slide his teenage tongue up and down her trench, slurping out the sticky juices, and lapping at her button until she screamed with joy. Many a time in the back restroom at the library, late at night before they went home from studying, Brent would sneak her into the disabled stall of the men's room and suck her clit through two and three orgasms, while her long, slender fingers masturbated his thick pole, with its wide knob, into giant ejaculations. She had not brought herself to suck on his penis, though she wanted to, and sometimes she could not bring him to ejaculation after she had come due to someone coming into the restroom. But he had accepted these conditions, and would go home to fuck his fist in order to get relief after one of their late night sessions, thrusting his hips into this fist, on his hands and knees in bed, flogging the big boy boner until it shot his thick sperm into the sock he used to keep his mother from knowing how often he masturbated. Once or twice per week, either Amy's sweet fingers or Brent's thick ones would ply their trade on his big boy bone. The rest of the time, he got erections thinking of the day when he would drive his teenage spike into Amy's or some other girl's cunt, and soak it with his baby sauce. Like Amy, Brent loved to cum, but no one at school looked at his handsome face and imagined how obsessed with sexual release he was. If only they knew why he curled his toes in his flip-flops at times, straining to keep his unruly boy cock from getting too hard as he walked and dreamed about cunt and cum.

Johnny's Plan in Motion

"So punk, you ready to get down on your knees and suck my toes 3;" Wes smirked and spoke in condescending tone to the younger boy, flexing the long, athletic digits for emphasis. "I'll be you've been jerkin' off day and night, waiting for me to get here and give you what you need 3; that right, huh?" Johnny said nothing, but got down on the carpeted floor outside his room, away from where Darren could hear or see, and kissed the top of Wes' muscular foot, allowing the older boy to wriggle the long, thick toes into his mouth, as he suckled on them gently. They were clean, with only a slight scent of foot sweat from the morning drive from his house, in the flip-flops he wore practically everyplace during the summer. In spite of his determination to bring Wes to his knees, Johnny's cock grew rigid in his pants as he sucked the bigger boy's long toes, some with sprouts of hair on the top. There was something exciting about servicing this big kid, in spite of his fucked-up attitude, and the athletic yet pale toes spoke of his masculine power and strength, a strength that Johnny would soon humble, as well as his vulnerability that Johnny would soon expoit. But no matter, Wes was running out of time, and as they walked into the bedroom, Johnny began to put his plan in motion.

Johnny took the initiative as the two boys walked into the bedroom, not wanting to lose Darren's support for their scheme as he hid in the closet and listened to what he was taping. "Wes, I wish you'd strip down, and tease me as you do it, tell me what I have been missing and what you expect me to do 3; it really turns me on, and I've been waiting for you to play these games all summer 3; please Wes, please give me a strip tease, and then talk to me down and dirty and tell me what you're going to make me do 3;" Johnny lowered his eyes, and humbled himself, as if he was shy and helpless, his erection pushing out the material of his shorts suggesting his sexual supplication to the older boy. Wes smirked again, enjoying the power he seemed to have over the younger boy.

"K dude, don't get your dick in a knot 3; I'll give ya what you've been waiting for 3; but just remember, you're gonna do everything I tell ya 3; got it?" Wes looked at Johnny through cold deliberate eyes, his cock already stiff from the prospect of making the boy service him from head to toe. His nipples hardened and his dick burped pre-fuck, he could not wait for Johnny's tongue to lick him to a huge cum.

He kicked off his flip-flops and let his long toes curl into the carpet, and then pulled his t-shirt off and threw it at Johnny, hitting him in the face. Johnny closed his eyes, and inhaled the older boys scent from the t-shirt, and Wes gave a deep laugh seeing him sniff the t-shirt and smell his deodorant and the slight scent of soap from his morning shower. Then Wes really got into the act, slowly fingering his cotton shorts, making them bulge obscenely where his thick cock protruded against his boxers. He teased the fat knob that was outlined, and then grasped the material to stroke it over his thick prick head 3; groaning out loud to tease the younger boy who watched rapt with attention. Then Wes unbuttoned, unzipped, and lowered his shorts, kicking them off his big feet at the other boy. His boxers were wet where the sticky knob grazed against the material, making a wide stain. Again, Wes gripped the end of his thick boner, and rubbed it over the wet spot on the loose boxers, making them baste the itchy prick tip with the soft, scratchy material. He couldn't stand that sensation too long, so he let go, and slowly slid the shorts over his rigid prong, making it pull down the rigid shaft, and then cause it to snap up wetly against his stomach when the waistband popped free from the big head. With the smug air of power, his big, beautiful body facing the younger boy, Wes began his filthy litany.

"Okay douche bag, get down and crawl over to me 3; because that is where you belong, on your knees worshipping my body. You can start with my feet, and work your way, up 3; yeah, how do I look punk 3; like your wet dream cum true?" As Wes spoke, his fingers trailed over his own perfect body, grasping his nipples and tweaking them, smoothing over his taut stomach, and then grasping his fat tool, waving it toward Johnny like he was holding a bone for a starving dog 3; stretching and holding himself. Finally, he got to a part that peaked his own horniness, turning to moon the boy and spread his ass checks so Johnny could see the hairy hole that he would be servicing. "Oh yeah, fuck wad, yeah, look at my hairy butt hole, that's where you tongue is going to spend part of the night, licking and sucking till I tell you to stop 3; !" Wes bent over, and spread the tight moons of his ass cheeks, and the hairy crack split open to reveal a soft, pink wrinkle that was his pucker, seemingly buried under a mound of thick, dark hair.

Johnny got down on the ground, but for reasons that were unknown to Wes. In fact, Johnny wanted to make sure that Darren with his camera in the closet had an unobstructed view of Wes touching himself, talking dirty, pinching his tits, jerking his big boy boner, and spreading his ass cheeks to tickle the little portal hidden beneath the hair. Wes gave a show worthy of a alpha male, making his prey grovel for the scraps he was throwing to him. And every turn, every smirk, every tweak and jerk, and the fingering of his hot hole were captured on by Johnny's high resolution camera and video recorder. Darren had been carefully instructed, and like the good friend he was, he made sure that even the close ups were in focus and clear.

Johnny crawled over to Wes, and nuzzled the big hairy legs, as the older boy continued to fondle and stroke himself, looking down with contempt on his younger victim. Johnny closed his eyes, and played the part, stroking his hands up the thick, legs, combing his fingers through the thick blond whorls of hair, and finally reaching up to stroke the huge cock that Wes was aiming down at him. Johnny's fingers felt so good on the older boy's aching shaft, and his fingers grazed lightly from the root up to the fat, drooling tip, smoothing the clear sap into the bulbous knob, roiling around the glans and tickling the coronal ridge with his rough finger pad. Wes grunted, but all that could be seen in Darren's camera was the bigger boy, closing his eyes, and throwing his head back, letting some unknown hand masturbate his fat shaft and cock head. Johnny looked up to see Wes groaning with his head back, and turned quickly to Darren to give him the high sign, to cut off the filming.

For the rest of the next two hours, Johnny stripped himself down and serviced the older boy's athletic body, licking from his toes to his balls, gently tugging on Wes' rubbery teats and then sucking them, licking out his hairy navel, and finally sucking the fat plum of his glans into his mouth, laving it, while he stroked the hard shaft. His palms glided up and down, as his mouth torqued round and round the irritated fuck tip, making Wes grind his strong ass into the bed, and force the younger boys head up and down the aching prick, while he closed his eyes and groaned in appreciation for the wonderful ache that was growing in his sweaty nuts. Up and down, up and down Johnny's mouth slid, twisting while his fist rolled up and over the knob and down as he suckled the giant plum. Now Wes was really growling, begging his cocksucker to make him cum 3;

"Oh Fuck yeah 3; suck me 3; aaaaaaahhhhhhh, yeah, right there, oh shit, oh fuck, keep sucking me 3; on the knob 3; Jesus Christ 3; you little faggot 3; eat my dick meat – ooohhh, that's so good 3; yeah 3; right there 3; AAAAGGGGHHH, make me cum you cunt 3; oh jesus 3; shit, fuck 3;aaaaaagggggggghhhhhhh." Wes had been waiting for days, and he could not take any more of the younger boys magic fist and lips sliding over his expanding glans, making the itchy tip of his cock grow fatter and the piss lips begin to open. The pressure began to grow in his chest, he seemed to lose control of his ass and hips, and the rigid prong that was his pride and joy was being ruthlessly milked by the younger boy's lubricated fist. Suddenly ropes of cum started to shoot from the cock head, as Wes ground his butt into the bed one long, last time, trying to both escape Johnny's insistent lips and fist, and yet wanting his fat cock worked and drained of every drop of teen fuck snot that had been stored in his fat balls. Johnny sped up his fist, making his rough palm slide over the top of the cock and back, milking the cum from the twisting, squealing boy he had momentarily under his power.

"Oh, Christ 3; stop 3; yer killin' me 3;aaaaaaaawwwwwww 3; that's it 3; you got it all faggot 3; oh shit 3; slow down 3; my cock is too sensitive 3; aaaaaaahhhhhh!" Wes drove his big boy feet into the bed and lifted his hips into the air, trying to dislodge Johnny's relentless fist and suctioning mouth 3; finally prying Johnny's grip from his aching prick and freeing the over-stimulated, sticky knob from the younger boy's twisting hold. Yet even as Wes fought to get his bone from Johnny's torturing clasp, his face was contorted in sweet agony. There was something so fucking amazing about the desperate tickle that a fist or mouth caused after his fuck tool had squirted its baby juice, and the knob was tender and raw. He couldn't stand the sensation and loved it more than anything 3; but he couldn't let the little twirp know helpless he was when that tickle struck. But Johnny's camera in Darren's capable hands had whirled and whirled on, capturing Wes' slutty language, ecstatic ejaculation, and his sweet agonized expression. Johnny's face was no where to be seen, and only another boy's fist was captured sliding over and around the bloated prick tip, and his lips were seen, while Wes' facial expressions, and nasty behavior were front and center. Everything had gone to perfection for Johnny's wicked scheme.

Wes had kicked Johnny out the bed, his prick too tender to go through another session that night. Then he had padded down the hallway to the bathroom to take a shower before he went to bed, whistling and enjoying his post-ejaculation glow. Johnny waited until the shower stall door closed, and then he snuck back into his room and got Darren and the camera out of the closet. By the next morning, he had produced a film for the computer that he posted on a web site, and made a dozen careful and clear jpegs, which he also posted. Darren slipped out the back door, and raced home, stripping down as quick as he could and grabbing his favorite cum rag to fuck his throbbing erection into so he could squirt his pent up boy juice. Johnny had given him permission to wank his dick after the work he'd done hiding in the closet, and because watching the scene between Johnny and Wes had made him so horny, he'd almost shot twice while he was filming. The only reason he had not creamed his jean and briefs was because he had to focus and concentrate on the filming to be sure he followed Johnny's precise instructions. But once he got into his bed, he closed his eyes, and imagined someone sucking his thick boy dick and milking it to the levels of delight that Wes seemed to be experiencing. No matter what Darren did, he could not get his mind off of his prick and its insatiable need to be masturbated, or the prospect of what he and Johnny were going to do with Wes.

Chapter 5

Johnny answered almost bored, "Naw 3; I'm gonna hang out here for a while. I'll see you in about fifteen minutes," knowing even as he spoke how angry and panicked the other boy was. Johnny had put in four large blow ups of Wes' cock erupting and all of them included his face and an unknown fist sliding up and down the erect cock. The detail was stunning, and there was also a note giving Wes some clear instructions. He was to keep his mouth shut, and do everything Johnny said or an internet link where the pictures and more, including a fifteen minute streaming video would be posted, would be sent to his parents, his friends, and his school e-mail addresses.

As Johnny's parents and Wes' were preparing to leave for another excursion together all day Saturday, Johnny finally spoke to Wes telling him that if he tried anything, or failed to follow any instructions, Johnny would make him pay dearly by making sure everyone Wes knew got copies of the pictures. At first, as they spoke, Wes was defiant and angry. For a moment Johnny wondered if the bigger boy might not just go postal and deck him. But by the time the heated conversation ended, and Johnny handed Wes four more photo enlargements, the older boy seemed defeated. At first he tried to bargain with Johnny, hoping maybe the younger boy would take money for the pictures. But it was clear that Johnny wanted other 'goods' in trade. Now Johnny's plan was ready for execution, and Wes was about to be the test run for Brent McDermott's ordeal to come.

Wes Pays Dearly

"You know Darren," Johnny began, "Wes is like you. He realizes that it's best that I supervise him while he's here for the rest of the weekend. So tonight, we're gonna help my buddy Wes out." Now Johnny's tone turned sarcastic, "He was so good to me the first time we met, at his house earlier in the summer, that I wanna return the favor 3; huh, Wes 3; you think that would be good too, don't ya?"

Wes kept his eyes down, knowing that any gesture that would piss off Johnny might cause things to go bad for him, and yet he was burning inside to lash out. Ultimately, he knew that he had to submit to this geek kid who'd been willing to service him when he had been in control – a punk who he'd never have given a second thought to when he was at school with the pick of the litter. Now he was helpless, and his reign over the smaller teen was at an end. Even as he stood and curled his toes from anger, and the rage boiled within him, he knew he could not get out of this trap. His only tact was to get through it, after all, what could this punk-sissy get the nerve to do?

"I've been having Wes drink water since the parents left to hydrate him – lots of water. My mom always says to drink lots of water cause it's good for you. So Wes has been drinking all morning, after we had a good breakfast of toast, oat bran, and shredded wheat-stuff to keep him healthy and 'regular,' if you know what I mean." Johnny winked at Darren with a wicked smile.

"It was so great, after our parents left and we were alone, I sat ole Wes down, and feed him like a baby 3; I got to take care of my bud, because he couldn't use his hands 3; they were sorta 'tied-up' if you know what I mean. You know, it can be hard to concentrate on chewing your food when someone is tweaking your tits. Ole Wes has got real sensitive tits 3; every time my nail scratched across the tips, or my fingers twisted one way or the other, he seemed to lose his concentration and focus. But eventually we got through the whole meal, huh buddy?"

Johnny laughed at his own joke and Darren joined along as they pulled on the bonds that kept Wes' arms tethered behind his back, making his already stiff teats thrust out even more from his jutting pecs. When Johnny began to speak of his nips, Wes' cock had begun to stiffen again, pushing out the loose cotton material of the shorts. The same thing had happened when Johnny was feeding him and playing with his nipples, his cock had erected immediately. Wes was just the kind of guy that whenever you touched his titties, his prick bonered reflexively 3;the kind of meat that made Johnny mouth water.

"So I figure it's time for ole Wes to use the head, and take care of business Darren, and I want you to watch and maybe film it cause we wanna be sure to capture every minute of Wes' day 3; as a souvenir of his trip. And since Wes can't help himself, we'll have to help him out. First we gotta let him piss. Let's go, Wes, step up to the toilet bowl buddy 3; and let her fly."

But even as Johnny spoke, he also unzipped Wes' shorts and slid his hand inside to fish out the older boy's slightly stiff cock. The thick, handsome prick with its oversized and wide head, immediately began to lengthen completely going stiff from the younger boy's touch. Johnny, just held Wes' prick down, and aimed it to the toilet bowl, even though it continued to throb and stay erect. Wes grunted behind his gag, trying to explain that he couldn't piss while he had a boner, but Johnny just smiled.

"You better piss Wes, cause when we finish in the can, you're not gonna get a chance to come back for a while 3; and you wouldn't want to piss on yourself latter in the morning, would ya?"

Wes rolled his eyes, and then squeezed them shut trying to concentrate on willing his now eight inch [20 cm] erection down. At least Johnny wasn't jacking him, but the sensation of the other boy's fingers on his ever-hard bone made it almost impossible to perform. Somehow, through sheer will, Wes grunted and squeezed until piss began to squirt from his prick, and through a partial erection, he managed to squeeze out his morning urine as the two boys watched and laughed, and Darren filmed some of the humiliating performance.

Wes blushed deeply as he thrust out his hips and made the piss shoot out in consecutive bolts rather than a steady stream. It was the only way he could do it, and he looked so fucking sexy standing there, tied, while another smaller kid held his big boy dick and made him pee. His toes curled a bit as he forced the piss out, and his chest continued to stick out, the luscious teenage nipples looking ripe and succulent, especially after their earlier stimulation at breakfast.

When Wes finally finished, he sighed in relief, hoping that his bathroom ordeal was over. But Johnny had other plans. "Kay buddy, now we got to clean out that shit chute and let you poop." Wes turned, startled by the suggestion, and his brows furrowed. He shook his head, unable to say anything, trying to persuade Johnny that enough was enough. Maybe this little shit had more balls than he imagined. He wasn't going to shit in front of two teen punks like Johnny and Darren, hell no! But Johnny looked back at him with a steely smile, "Now turn around Wes, and let Darren spread those cheeks of yours." Darren turned and looked at Johnny with surprise. He didn't understand why he was being asked to spread Wes' ass cheeks. Why not loosen the rope between his ankles and wrists and just let him sit down on the toilet. But Johnny had a plan. He did loosen the rope the kept Wes' ankles and wrists connected, but he did so only to make the older boy bend over at the waist. Then he told Darren to sit on the toilet seat as he handed him a three inch [7½ cm] white cylinder that was not more than a quarter inch [7 mm] in diameter 3; Johnny had given Darren a suppository to hold. Wes looked over at what Johnny was doing, and shook his head emphatically 3; no 3; he wouldn't take it 3; he'd tighten his asshole 3; no way! But Johnny snapped his fingers to get Wes' attention, and turned the older boy around, keeping his palm on his head, to keep him bent over.

This was ingenious! Johnny remembered from his own childhood when his mother had given him a suppository to help him shit when he was constipated. The weird feeling of the slim, soft cylinder sliding into his rectum had made his little boy prick go stiff. All he could do was clench his ass muscles, and make them grip the thing tingling in his ass until it melted. Then he remembered running to the toilet and shitting till every piece of crap in him had slid into the bowl. The whole time, his prick had remained hard, and he wondered at why the suppository made him feel that way. Now, he intended to humiliate Wes by treating him like a little kid. The big, hairy teenager was about to get his big boy suppository, but with a twist. Johnny had soaked it in Noxema, and the suppository now had a slightly greasy and stinging quality to it. It wouldn't hurt Wes, but it would likely make his ass either tingle or itch, and Johnny didn't care which as long as Wes was uncomfortable, and erect during the entire process.

Wes stayed bent over reluctantly as he was instructed after his shorts were cut away from his body, and Darren parted the firm, muscular buttocks, exposing the hairy teenage trough. Johnny dabbed his finger in the bottle of Noxema, and using his index finger, parted the thick hair in Wes' trench and located the ragged split of his anus. The tight sphincter was firmly shut, but as Johnny finger trailed up and down the soft flesh, Wes grunted and wriggled his toes, unable to prevent the ticklish and tingling feeling of the greasy finger sliding back and forth over his sensitive anus, from worming its way into his hot teenage ass pucker. Slowly but surely, Johnny slid his finger up Wes' rectum, till he reached the older boy's fuck nut. When he felt it, he made sure to rub it back and forth, eliciting the deep groans he desired from the helpless bigger kid: "oooooooowwwwww, aaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhh 3; mmmmmmppppppphhhhhhhh." Wes panted and grunted into his gag as the wicked finger teased up his ass pucker and rubbed gently back and forth over his healthy, fat teenage prostate. Now his toes gripped the rug again, unable to do anything else from the incredible sensation deep in his ass, his gluts gripped tight, trying to force the wriggling finger out from inside him, and he knew his piss lips were drooling sap from the insistent fingering.

It was useless for Wes to resist. Johnny made sure the older teen was well lubricated, and anally masturbated so that when he slid his finger out, Wes' cock was fully erect, bobbing and dripping pre-sap from its long piss lips and wide piss-well. Johnny used his other hand to grasp the big boy boner, and slid his thumb over the sticky knob, wet with the clear juice, making Wes gasp even more and thrust his cock into the boy's soft palm. The sensitive cock head expanded even more seeking stimulation for its ticklish surface. Johnny just teased the big teen, and told Darren, it was time to slide the suppository into Wes. Carefully, the other boy followed his friend's instructions, and within a moment, Wes had the three inch [7½ cm] prod lodged inside him. Then Johnny made him stand up straight, forcing the suppository to rub against his prostate even more. As Wes grimaced and gripped the floor with his curling toes, Johnny continued to play with the fat cock knob of Wes's fully erect penis, tickling it, and scratching his fingernail lightly over the glans and flange. He told Darren to gently roll and twist Wes' coned and rubbery teats, milking them and making the older boy gasp and thrust out his chest from the sweet sensation.

For ten minutes, Wes shifted from one foot to the other, trying to rest his weight on one foot or the other even though he was tethered by the spreader bar. His hips had begun to thrust towards Johnny's dancing fingertips, and he tried to move both to and from Darren's talented fingers on his tits, especially when the boy licked his fingers and then plied the tits. He grunted and groaned, squeezing his ass muscles, as the suppository slowly melted in his ass. Suddenly his eyes widened, and as soon as Johnny saw the expression, he pushed Darren out the way and steered Wes to the toilet seat. The older boy sat down immediately, and then squeezed his eyes shut as suddenly there was a rain of heavy splashes into the toilet bowl. Wes was shitting his shredded wheat, oat bran, toast and last night's dinner. It wasn't pretty, but the smell was tolerable though Wes blushed and blushed from having to perform his morning ablution in front of two younger teenage boys, his prick remaining hard through the entire performance.

Nor did his humiliation end when he finished shitting. Then Johnny made his stand and bend over again and inserted the nozzle from his mother's douche bag, giving the older boy a soapy, warm water enema. Once again the nozzle buzzed his sensitive prostate, and the water filled him putting pressure on his fuck nut keeping his prick hard and drooling. Two times, the boys filled him with the mild liquid, and made him shit it out, until on the last effort, the water appeared clean. Then Johnny made Darren use a wet wash cloth to wipe Wes's ass, instructing him to gently push the cotton material into the anal entrance, eliciting even more gasps from Wes. When they were done, they put Wes into the walk-in shower stall, and washed him from head to foot, making sure to pay attention to his nipples, his navel, his asshole, and his cock and balls. As they dried him off, he was not only clean and sweet-smelling, but he was still fully erect and drooling from the soapy massage they had given his big boner as they washed him from head to toe.

Now Johnny was ready to give Wes what he truly deserved, and to test out the thrill of having complete control over an older, athletic and handsome teenage boy. They steered Wes, shuffling his big feet because of the spreader bar, into Johnny's bedroom and within ten minutes had him fully spread-eagled on the bed, arms extended to the two corner posts, and feet tethered to the bottom posts. Johnny instructed Darren to strip down to his briefs, and he did the same, and both boys climbed into the queen size bed on each side of Wes' bound body. Then Johnny spoke in soft but clear tones, so both of the boys could hear, and explained to Wes what was next.

"You know Wes, that week I stayed at your house, you taught me lots of things about sex, and you made me cum and cum and showed me how nice it was to help out a big boy buddy – like you. I came back and showed Darren. But I wondered how it would be to help you out, to let you know how it felt to be on the other side, where you couldn't be the one in control, making all the decisions and having all that responsibility for taking care of someone else. I figured you'd like to just enjoy it sometime, and now we've got you here in my room, and you don't have to worry about anything, cause me and Darren, we're gonna take good care of you." You couldn't miss the sickly sweet tone of Johnny's voice, making sure that Wes knew that every indignity that he'd put Johnny through earlier in the summer, he was about to suffer. As Johnny spoke, he directed Darren and both boys picked up toothbrushes that were next to the bed. The brushes had been boiled in hot water, and the bristles, already soft were softened even more, but as often happens when bristles are boiled, they stuck out in every direction, no longer in the tight and compact form when purchased at the store. Now the bristles were just perfect for a big teenage body, strapped out and helpless, and that is precisely what Johnny had in mind.

"So you lay back and relax Wes, and when we're done, you won't have to worry about shooting yer wad for days, maybe even weeks 3;" Wes' eyes widened as he saw that each boy had a brush. His nipples went hard, and his dick lurched 3; fuck, he was ticklish and now he was helplessly stretched out for these two fiends 3; oh God 3; oh fuck! As Johnny finished speaking, he and Darren first lowered their fingers onto the big boy's taut body, as he eyes now squeezed shut and he howled into his gag, grunting and yelling into the dirty briefs lodged in his mouth and tied in place. The wriggling fingers of the two teens started to investigate his beautiful torso. The brushes would be coming soon, but first they wanted to bring Wes to a perfect state of sexual heat and helpless insanity from the maddening tickling.

Fuck, Johnny and Darren soaked in Wes's perfect body, his big feet with their long, thick toes, his big hands, spread out and tied with the soft palms open, his heaving chest with its rounded pectorals and the wide, rubbery cones of his teats thrusting up from the curved edge, his navel, a deep hairy well, and finally his long, curved shaft with its completely soaked glans, and the big, hanging nuts that rested between his legs. And there was more; that hidden entrance between his legs underneath his balls that longed for the attentions of two naughty boys. Washed clean and teen spunk ready, Johnny had his wish cum true, a big boy to manage and to play with sexually, a big boy whose cocky arrogance would soon be reduced to helpless begging.

Darren and Johnny both leaned down and rested their heads on Wes' muscled torso. At Johnny's signal, they opened their lips and fastened them onto Wes' stiff, jutting tits, suckling and tonguing the sensitive nubs. Both teats immediately stiffened even more, their rubbery texture turning into hard tacks of sensation, shooting straight to Wes' throbbing bone. Wes exhaled, and closed his eyes, savoring the the sharp, exquisite sensation of both of his teats being nursed, one each by the two boys who were holding him captive, even as their fingers lightly glided over the rest of his body. If this was punishment, maybe he could survive, and he felt his thick prick burp more sap onto his fluttering tummy, as the tickling lips drew gasps and squeals of pleasure from him behind his gag. The boys twirled their tongues around Wes' rigid, rubbery nipples, making the fourteen year old move his chest first towards one side then the other, to get the most from their lingual caresses, when the boys suddenly lowered one hand each onto his firm stomach. With a wink from Johnny, their fingers began to dance over the taut abdominal muscles, and Wes' eyes snapped open. His nipples were still being sweetly suckled, but now he was distracted by the firm boy fingers scrabbling over his stomach. As soon as they landed on his stomach, they moved quickly elsewhere.

Darren had been assigned the inside of Wes' spread thighs, scrabbling his fingertips just beneath the roiling sack of older boy's big nuts that were beginning to warm up and give off the telltale starchy scent that makes every teenage boy seem like a goat in heat. Johnny, smoothed his fingers and palm across the taut stomach of the teenage jock he held captive, using his index finger to trace the firm lines of his six-pack, and to probe just underneath the curved rod of his prick, and into the hairy portal of Wes' navel. The bigger boy bucked a bit, the ticklish fingers making his thighs tighten and causing him to suck in his stomach. But those wicked little fingers kept searching and scratching, gliding and gripping, making Wes writhe within his bonds, and gurgle and grunt into his gag. The boy's lips followed their fingers, and soon Wes' big boner was throbbing above his stomach, curved up and outwards and just off his torso, drooling a steady stream of clear teen sap.

But no matter how he hunched and squirmed, he could not escape the tantalizing fingers and lips that scoured his body, from toes to ears, scratching, nipping, sucking and probing. When Johnny's and Darren's tongues invaded his ears at the same time, and each twisted and plucked his hard teenage nipples, after 30 minutes of continuous teasing and no fingers touching or stroking his raging boner, Wes' teen hormones surrendered and the fat glans expanded making the younger boys go wide with wonder and admiration. They had the older teen completely under their control and his most private act was about to occur without any direct stimulation. Wes lost in the delicious sensation of ejaculation, panted through his gag, and lifted his ass up from the bed as far as his bonds would allow, and his fat, unruly cock knob expanded till it looked like a luscious plum, the wide piss lips parted, and wads of sticky boy juice squirted and shot from from the head, basting his chest, splattering between his nipples, and hosing his torso.

Johnny and Darren intensified their licking in his ticklish ears, and scraped their finger nails over his stiff teats making the teenager howl into his gag, and continue to fire bolts of gism until only a drool emerged from the still hard cock, the knob now covered in opaque boy spooge.

Wes' ass dropped back to the bed, and he ground it into the bedspread, still twisting and wishing someone would grasp his big cock and massage it, milk it, and get the desperate and unfulfilled need to be stroked out of his system. But Darren and Johnny were careful to avoid the spurting cock shaft as it sprayed gism over the older teens chest and face. They left Wes gasping and flexing his aching prick, with its fat knob tingling, still available for more use. The day was just beginning, and the boys had plans for their larger teenage companion. Johnny had carefully instructed Darren, and the other teen was ready to follow his friends plan to the last detail. Wes was in for a day he would never forget, and sensations that would transform him.

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