Dana Chronicles

By Glaucon

 

 

 

I’d been scheming for months to get into Dana Berryhill’s jockstrap. Each time I went to the lockerroom after the High School wrestling matches, it seemed that his crotch got fuller and his dick and balls seemed to be bigger under that sweaty, starchy strap. The big sack of hanging balls, two duck eggs hanging down, swinging between his legs, the dark hairs curling around ’em, and snaking up his crack to his ass, wet and dark. The last time, I’d swear he had a boner growing from humping the last guy he’d taken, the big dick knob outlined in his pouch, and when he walked to the showers, the dick half hard and thick. I was determined that another month would not go by without me getting my lips around that fuck tip controlling it with my tongue, and my finger up that hairy butt crack.

I found out from Jake Hendricks that Dana had a thing for young teen pussy. He lusted after younger girls, and had a scam going where he could get his fingers, lips and dick into cunt that was old enough to like her clit worked, and young enough to be cherry. Knowledge like that was power for a dick hound like me. I knew if I could get some photos of old Dana working out on some chicken pussy, I’d be in fat city. Jake, who liked weed as much has he liked shooting scum, gave up his buddy for a bag. I figured that keeping tabs on Jake would be good too, cause his sweet, hairy blond bod would make a nice weekend game for me and the boys. Since weed was his thing, I knew we’d get him and his eight inch dick eventually.

I learned that Dana’s regular was Chet Wilken’s little sis, Mary-Anne. She was only sixteen, but looked twenty. She had tits like a battleship, and enough hair on her pussy for a grown man to think he was in hay heaven. Apparently old Dana liked the fuzz, something to scratch his nose into while he was munching hair pie. I learned that he visited Mary-Anne on Thursday evenings while Chet was out at DeMolay and his parents were volunteering at church. Old Dana would slip in the back door, and had a couple of hours to suck cunt to his heart’s content, and get his big dick suckled by a teeny-booper. I was waiting. I’d gotten old Chet to let me in to his room during the afternoon, and pretend that I’d gone when he left. Chet always needed rubbers, and I gave a month’s supply, plus a couple of french ticklers that we’d gotten from Rick’s brother drawer. He’d told us that chicks love ticklers, roiling up and down their twats and torturing their clits. We figured sometime we’d try ’em on Rick’s brother when we had him good and drunk and his legs tethered over his head. It also cost me a blow job, but who wouldn’t swing on Chet’s 7″ rod and hairy balls. He just put me between his thighs, and used his feet to brace on my shoulders while I sucked the life out of him. He squirted six long streams of gism, and I nursed his cock tip till I got him to fire one more load twenty minutes later, yelling his head off that I was killin’ him. It was worth the trade-off, especially with a long distance runner like Chet. His dick stayed hard, and when I was through the second time, I sucked his long, slender toes for the hell of it, while I jerked his rod hard even though I didn’t get him to cum again. I figured that old Chet would also end up in our van one night, and we’d take care of him properly then.

That night, I was hidden in little Mary-Anne’s closet, without her knowing. I had my video camera and enough film and battery time to ensure that Dana Berryhill’s ass pucker was mine for the remainder of his career in our town. It took about fifteen minutes for the two of them to get up to her room, but when they did, the show was worth the wait. The slimy fucker made baby cakes sit on his lap, and soon has his thick, rough digit was rubbing up and down her blond fuzz. Her shorts were at her ankles, and he’d wormed his finger under her wet panty crotch, sliding that long digital probe up and down the kid’s fuck horny twat, making her squeal each time he found her clit. At the same time, he pinched her titties that were free under her t-shirt, and made her groan and beg for more. He made her stand, and stripped her naked, ordering her to bend over backwards so he could saw his thick fuck finger in and out of her juiced pussy, and made her beg him to keep doing it. Then he opened his mouth, and closed it over her twat from behind, slipping his long, sexy tongue into her juicing trough until she screamed for mercy. When he sucked her clit between his lips, she screamed and came, and came, and came until she had to fight his leeching mouth from her desperate cunny.

Then he ordered her to strip him. Jeez what a fuckin’ site. He made her start with his walking shoes, using her teeth to pull the laces loose. Then he slipped his big foot between her legs, and made her pull off each heavy shoe. His white crew socks were damp, but not funky. He ordered her to her knees, and she sniffed and snuffled over those sexy sock covered feet, until his dick was hard as a rock in his shorts. Then he made her pull them off with her teeth, and begin licking his muscular feet. Those long, thick toes curled into her mouth, and she sucked and kissed them like she was starving, paying attention to the dark curling hairs on each of the longer toes. Then she was allowed to use her hands to slip his t-shirt over his handsome head. When his washboard stomach, with its trail of dark hair was bared, and those hard pecs with their rubbery cones, I thought I’d shoot a load in the closet, my dick was rubbing so hard against my jeans. But I focused, and kept the video running to capture every moment.

Dana slid up on the nearby bed, and put his head on a pillow, with both hands behind his it, and made the little slut climb between his thick, hairy thighs. His shorts were tented straight up, the hard, thick dick sticking up like a nail. He made Mary-Anne sniff his balls, and he talked dirty to her, telling how girls loved his dick and his spunk filled balls. She began to whine and moan, and soon used her teeth to pull down the zipper on his shorts. When she was finished, his big bone sprung from the opening, and he let her unhook the snap and pull them down and off his legs. Dana lay spread on the bed, his legs wide, the dark thick hair framing his pale, thick dick and heavy hanging balls. The balls obscured his butt crack, but you could see the hair trailing down underneath, hinting at the taut, tasty little hole hidden behind them. When she finally had him stripped, Dana ordered her to lick him from each big toe to his his hot balls. She started up one leg, and when she got near the starchy nards, he made her go down to the other foot, and start up. When she finished, he allowed her to sniff his balls, and then suddenly lifted his legs up to his chest, grasping them under the knees with his strong hands. The he made the little sweet whore kiss his hairy ass pucker, and sniff the sweaty scent of his hair filled trench and nuts. Shit, I could see my fingers tickling that little hole, tickling it before I wormed my way in for the finger fuck he so badly needed. By the time I shot off my load in my jeans, I had captured on film little Mary-Anne sucking a fifteen second load out of Dana’s bull balls, and her lips and face were smeared with his sticky jism. I was sure that the members of the academy would call me up for an award.

I had what I needed to give me and the boys a crack at the finest piece of boy flesh in the twin counties. I used the dual video recorder that my parents had bought, and made several copies from the original. I also used the photo lab at school, and secretly made about fifteen stills from the tape. Over the next week, I carefully composed a letter to Dana, and enclosed one of the many copies I had made of the stills. It was a great shot, of Mary-Anne’s small mouth stretched over the wide knob of Dana’s big banana, with his hips rising and his face contorted in lust as she sucked him silly. I slipped a note into Dana’s locker with the pic. I stood across the hall in an alcove, and watched as he opened his locker, and found the envelope. It was heaven to see him shooting the bull with guys, standing in his letterjacket, looking cocky and handsome, and then the shock and surprise on his face as he read the note silently and looked at the picture:

“So Dana, how did it feel when her lips slipped up and down yer big pecker, and her tongue tickled that fat knob? I bet your toes curled when she sucked on that leaky old knob…lashing her tongue back and forth, tickling your asshole and pinching your tits? Was that how it was…huh Dana? Well fuckhead, now they’re pics of you and little Mary-Anne in living color. So dude, you’re fucked. If you cooperate, you’ll get to have some fun and no one will know. You act like an asshole, and the pics and the tape….did I mention there was a video tape?….the pics and the tape go to the world, starting with Mary Anne’s parents, and ending with Father John at St. Catherine’s. I’ll contact you again, and we’ll see how smart you are.”

He looked up, almost white as a sheet and panned around to see if anyone was watching him…if he could just find out who had left the damaging evidence. But I was safely out of sight, and the big boned senior, was crestfallen. My dick went hard, thinking of what me and guys would do to old Dana when we had him to ourselves. Making him show up the first time in his wrestling uniform….uggggghhhhhh, shit, don’t cum in your jeans I was thinking.

The next day, at the same time, I left another note for Dana, between lunch and fourth period. This time, he seemed to arrive at his locker in a rush, too busy to talk trash with his buds. Instead, he hurried to open the locker, hoping that maybe there wouldn’t be anything there and it was all a bad dream. But the envelope was just where I had left it. He opened it, and read carefully, his eyes scanning every line.

“Dana, this is a test. You are to go to the field house this afternoon. You’ll find the storage room in the back open. Go inside and follow these instructions to the letter. If not, you’ll find this pic and the others, floating around school tomorrow. [the picture was of him with his legs up and spread, and his big dick lodged down Mary-Anne’s throat. You couldn’t miss his mug in the background.] When you get to the field house, you are to….”

Now the Field House is on the far side of campus, beyond the baseball fields. It’s used to store old equipment, and sometimes during football season it’s used as an second weight room. But during the winter and early spring, it’s not used. Since I work for Coach Wright in the afternoons, picking up the towels, delivering the team laundry, and keeping the gym period role book, I have keys to the storage areas. In the Field House are three closet/storage rooms, and I picked the one with the vent to hide in that afternoon. It’s used for the football jerseys during the season, a place to store them after the Friday night games, and before they are laundered the next week. The place has the wonderful, stale smell of sweaty jock straps and dank sweat socks. But now it’s empty, and the vent give me the chance to see into the large open space of the field house without anyone there seeing me. I brought my trusty video camera, because my instructions for Dana’s test were a wet dream come true.

Just about 3:10 p.m., Dana came into the Field House. The door opened slowly, and he looked around cautiously for about a thrity seconds, before he slipped in-checking behind him to see that no one had seen him enter-then he locked the door as instructed. When his eyes became accustomed to the dim light, he walked slowly to the wall and snapped on one of the field house lights so it wouldn’t draw any attention. He looked around again, and began to speak out loud in that deep, ballsy voice. I began to tape.

“I don’t know who you are, and I don’t know how you got those photos, but can we just talk, huh?. This is stupid. I don’t know why you want me to come here and do the stuff you wrote in your note…but why don’t we just work it out. You want money, something I can give ya…let’s see what we can work out. I don’t want you wrecking Mary-Anne’s life…it’s not her fault and she shouldn’t be busted over this crap. Whay’ya say, let’s talk.”

I said nothing. The note had been very explicit, and at the end I instructed him to follow my orders to the letter whether or not he thought anyone was watching. The dumb shit. He couldn’t conceive that another guy might be doing this to him, so he thought he was putting on a show for some chick who was jealous of Mary-Anne and was trying to get into his jock.

“Ya know, if you liked what you saw when me and Mary were together, maybe we could work something out. I’ll bet you like it just like everyone else. Maybe we could hook up, go to a movie, and then head out someplace together. Ya know? No sense in getting jealous or huffy just cause I’m with Mary Anne. I like girls a lot…and I know I’ll probably like you…you ever come to my matches, see me wrestle?”

I laughed to myself, as I watched him go to the middle of the room where I’d left a chair and instructed him to use it. He sat down, and slowly undid the laces of his high tops. Then he pulled each one off, revealing the gleaming white sweat sox, clinging to his muscular feet. He flexed his toes, then he peeled each one of the socks off, showing his pale feet, with their veins and muscles, and those long, sexy toes. His narrow heels were pale and pink, and the hair at his toes, sprouted in earnest from his ankles and moved up invitingly to his pant legs.

He stood up, and pulled his t-shirt off over his dark brown hair, neatly buzzed. His rock hard chest, with its perfectly curved breast plates, those firm pecs with halos of dark brown hair swirling around each coned tit, and then trailing down his sculpted abs to his waistline, made my cock go rock hard and start to leak. His waist tapered perfectly to his buttonfly jeans, and the denim clung tight to his firm, little butt and his powerful legs. He looked around again, talking the whole time, hoping that he would convince whoever was behind this gig to come out and he wouldn’t have to go all the way. But after there was no answer, he reluctantly went back to work, slowly unbuttoning the full pouch of his jeans. Now he changed tactics thought, deciding to give the anonymous chick who was humiliating him a real show.

“You know, I don’t blame you if you want to get it together. Hell, I see girls all the time that I wanna make it with. Jeez, Coach works us so hard, and me and guys…we got all this pent up energy. Lotta the guys on the team wish they had a steady to relieve their tensions and have a good time with. So if you wanna be my special, hey that’s cool. You know Mary Anne did some real nice stuff…she’d lick my tits [and with that he rubbed his fingers over the pointed nubs, and made their rubbery tips grow stiff and erect], and she suck my cock so good, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.” Dana grasped his crotch, and the bulge grew and then stretched down his leg as he kneaded it, his cock growing tumescent.

I watched as he slowly began to undo the 501 buttons. At a time when Levis were on their way out, Dana was a throw-back, dressing like a 1980’s high school jock. As he popped the buttons he slouched down in the seat, and the bright white of his briefs and prominent bulge of his genitals forced the fly wider. He gave the girl, he thought was watching him, a show; squeezing his crotch and rubbing his big, strong, hairy hands over his abdomen and up to his shoulders, grazing those whorish tits each time he passed ’em. He finally pushed his jeans down to his big feet, and then stood up in just his white briefs, kneading the obscene bulge that had developed, and rubbing his chest. I could see a big wet stain on the cotton side panel of the briefs, and the dark sworls of hair on his muscular legs contrasted with whiteness of the Calvin Klein briefs.

Suddenly, the huge head of his dick thrust out the side of his briefs, wet and sticky, and he let the thumb of his right hand graze back and forth over it. “Aaaaaahhhhhh yeah…baby…you got me going, and I need to get off a load…shit…com’on, come out, let’s you and me get it on.” He closed his eyes, and bent his knees a bit as the ticklish sensations of his thumb on his dick head made him hunch a bit, and he threw his head back and closed his eyes as he grunted….”uuuuuuuuuggggghhhhh fuck, I need it bad…I need to get off…how bout it, huh?”

But I remained silent, and after about three minutes of fingering himself, he opened his eyes, looked around, and then began to finish his instructions. “OK, have it your way…but you gotta play fair. If I put on this show, you gotta give me the tapes and pics. You’re gettin’ what you want…I’m givin’ ya a show…acting like a horny teen fuck head whose jerkin’ his joint for ya…so now you gotta let up. OK, I’m going to do it, so think about it…let’s just finish this afternoon and go our separate ways, huh? How bout it?”

He sat back down on the chair, and slouched till his ass was at the edge. Then he licked one figner and began to tickle the outside of his asshole as the note had instructed. Then he hawked a lugi on his other palm, and slapped it on his thick, curved pole, jutting up out of his crotch. He had to lift his balls to get his finger to his asshole, and his ass cheeks reflexively snapped shut on the digit tip as it scraped against his tender, sensitive ass lips. He crossed his legs, those big feet showing their pale soles, and the toes curling each time his other hand slid up to his dick head, just to the flange, avoiding the big, aching knob. A stream of clear pre-cum was dripping down the stalk, and he used it with his spit to lube the giant pole and began a steady rhythm sliding that fist up and down. Every five or six times, he’d slip the palm over the the wide knob, and roil the tip real quick. When he did it, his body would jerk from the sensations, and his toes would curl tight. He reached up and began to timidly roll one of his tits, and coupled with his fist sliding up and down, it didn’t take five minutes for him to squirt seven long streams of cum. He bent his dick down and out, and the cum shot up and then out, landing in splats on the mat below. Then it seemed like more cum just rolled out of the knob, covering his fist, and webbing his fingers. Dana carefully avoided working his knob when he came, and I smiled knowing just what me and the guys would do when we made him pop.

“OK, sweetie, you got your show. Now I’m gonna get dressed and get outta here. Remember what I said. I’ll check by my locker tomorrow afternoon, and I’ll be looking for a note that tells me where I can get those pictures and video…OK, I played fair…I did what you wanted, now your turn, OK?”

He shook off his dick, slipped into his briefs and jeans, bouncing on one foot. Then he slipped on his s-shirt, socks, and high tops and gave one more good look around the room, before he left. For my part, I was already composing tomorrow’s note.

When Dana arrived at his locker the next day, he seemed anxious, hoping against hope that his little performance the day before had earned him a reprieve. He was disappointed. There were no tapes, and the only picture was of him shooting a long squirt of gism with his face contorted and toes curled, in the field house from the day before. He looked stunned as he read the note:

Nice dick, prick. But as you can see you just earned yourself some more slave points, and the opportunity to perform again. Next time you get to the field house, there’ll be a box with some toys and some instructions. Just remember, follow every instruction, and don’t fuck up. Cause if you do, the second video tape, along with the first, will be going to the admissions office of Iowa and you can kiss your wrestling scholarship bye, bye. So I’ll see you tomorrow, but you won’t see me…and don’t try and screw this up….I think you know what I mean.

All that afternoon it seemed that Dana was troubled. I followed him to classes, and in each he slumped in his desk, somber and serious. At lunch, he seemed to pick up steam, though, finding Shane O’Brien his buddy from the basketball team. Shane was a six foot six hunk of beef, whose blond good looks almost matched Dana dark ones. I could see from a distance, when Dana took him aside from the other guys, that he was explaining something to Shane, and then I saw him pull out one of the pics and showed it to him. Shane looked at the pic, which Dana held tight in his fist, and looked first amused then dead serious. You could tell that Dana was asking him for help, and when Shane nodded his head, I could tell that he’d recruited some help for the next day. He wanted to catch whomever was fucking with him, and now that I knew that something was up, I would be setting up my own plan.

The next day, I brought Rick and Donny with me. I had filled them in on my plan after taking the second video, and they were excited as shit. I was posted in my same hideout in the field house, but unknown to Dana and Shane, the guys were waiting to for them to see what was the scheme Dana was trying to hatch. I learned later, that Dana had told Shane to wait until he went in, and then to search the perimeter of the field house and see what he could find. Little did Shane know what was waiting for him. While Dana was in the field house with me, following instructions and looking forward to meeting Shane later to find out what he had discovered, Shane was being jumped by Rick and Donny. Around the corner from the field house was a blind spot that wasn’t visible from any other location, being between two buildings where there were no windows and no clear view. Rick tapped Shane on the back, and when the big guy turned around, Donny slipped a tie sack over his head and pulled the draw string so Shane would panic. The moment he did, Rick clicked a pair of cuffs on his hands and Donny tripped him. In a second they had his legs trussed, his cuffed wrists attached to his legs, and inside a gym duffle bag. Within fifteen minutes, they had pulled the van up to the back of the football field and Shane O’Brien was on his way to the experience of his young life.

Inside the field house, Dana was stalling, hoping that Shane would come in and give him a reprieve. But as time passed, he stopped looking around the room, and trying each of the doors, and went to the box in the middle of the room. He sat down in the chair, and placed the box on his lap to open it. Inside he took out the contents, one at a time and looked at them, before he read the note. There was a small, thin, wand, attached to a battery pack. He switched it on, and when the thing began to vibrate, he switched it off, and dropped it back in the box. Then he found a batting glove whose palm and finger tips were covered in soft bristles. Finally, there were two clothes pins. He looked at them confused, and then putting them down, reached into the box for the note. As he read, his confusion was cleared, but his fear began to show on his face.

OK, jerk-off, now you begin your penance. You don’t get any reprieve’s, you just follow orders. There are no second chances. You either follow the instructions, or the pics start appearing. And I promise you, they’ll get out slowly, so that each one will be more embarrassing and when the videos come out, you’ll be jail bait for some con when they send you to prison for statutory rape. Now do the following….

For the first time, Dana seemed whipped. He didn’t start talking at first, but when he pulled off his high tops socks, and took off his letter jacket and t-shirt, he began to speak quietly and in a respectful tone. I watched and listened as his hands went to his jeans and began to undo them. “Jeez, com’on, I told ya that it wouldn’t be fair to Mary-Anne to implicate her. If you start showing those pictures, it’s gonna be hard on her family and mine. Have a heart…huh? Jesus…what have I done to you to deserve this. I’m not a bad guy…com’on, have a heart….Jesus….please, if I do this shit tonight, please let this be the last time, huh?”

He sat on the chair, and began to use both hands on his nipples, his head down and eyes closed, rolling them and giving them light pinches, which caused them to erect, along with his big dick. As soon as they were erect, he wet his fingers, rolled them again, and then took one of the first clothes pin out of the bag. Shit, I could have come just from watching him clip that fucker on his right tit, making his leg shoot out, his dick lurch, and his head snap back with a grunt. “Aaaaagggghhhhhhh…shit” he whispered. We had a winner….yesssssssss…..oh, this was gonna be great tape. As he reached into the bag for the next clip, I zoomed in our his fat fuck stick to capture drips of the clear pre-scum rolling down his turgid stalk.

Out at the Drive-in, in the back isle, the van rocked gently with the action inside. Rick and Donny had Shane tied down, gagged and blindfolded in the back of the van on the rug. Shane just barely fit in the back of the long cab, his big size fourteen feet near the doors. He had been stripped and he grunted fiercely into his gag, moving his head back and forth, trying to loosen the blindfold that kept him in the dark. His long arms were tethered over his head, and his legs widely splayed. Both Rick and Donny were sporting huge boners from just looking at Shane. The big jock was covered in a thick light blond fur from his ankles to his asshole. His dick stuck straight out of a dark brown bush, and his big balls hung down to the floor between his legs, hiding his taut, virgin asshole. His cock hung limply down over his balls, curving to the left, with a sweet fat knob, and a wide flange. The pale shaft was only five inches soft, but the fucker was long. From his navel up to the point between his pecs was a line of hair which lightened as it moved upwards from his crotch. At his pec cleft, the hair ran out in two straight lines under his jutting pecs, right below the rosy red cones of his nipples. Under his armpits was a forest of dark brown hair, and the same dark hair was on his eyebrows. The brush cut on his handsome head was blond.

Rick lowered the wide spreader bar from the roof of the van. While Donny grasped Shane’s big nuts, Rick warned him in a disguised voice not to move if he ever wanted to have kids. Then Rick loosened one ankle, bent the leg back and slipped the bar under it. He attached the knee with leather restraints to the edge of the bar. Then he repeated the action with the other leg. With his knees spread wide over the bar, Rick then raised the chain, lifting the big boy’s legs up in the air. Rick moved the bar’s vertical connections attached to the roof on its rollers towards the front of the van as he raised it, splaying Shane’s legs, and putting his feet up into the air. Now the big fucker was spread wide, and ready for what the boys had been instructed to do. They were to get the exact information which Dana had given to Shane, and then have as much fun as they wanted to with the big goof.

Rick leaned down, and as his fingers slowly scratched up and down the planes of Shane’s firm stomach, he spoke in his disguised voice. “So fuckhead, what did Dana ask you to do?” Shane squirmed and grunted into his gag…he couldn’t respond in a way they could understand…how could they expect him to speak? “So you wanna be a tough guy huh? Well, we can play tough too.” Shane shook his head from side to side, what the fuck were they talking about, he couldn’t answer…were they crazy? Suddenly, Rick’s fingers scratched and scrabbled their way to his navel, and a blunt index finger wriggled into his virgin inny and began to lightly move around. Shane began to move his stomach in vain, trying to avoid the lightly tickling fingers. What the fuck was going on…what did these guys want? Without warning, Rick’s rough digit plunged deeply into the navel and began to root out the lint deep in the hole. Shane bucked like he’d been shot, and his legs and ass wiggled vainly, his hands scrabbling over his head, trying to escape the invading finger. He yelled loudly into his gag, but it was no use…the finger keep searching every nook of his exposed navel. Rick and Donny smiled broadly, as they saw the blood filing Shane’s cock. The thick, flaccid snake began to grow, striking out to his thigh and lengthening, the curve becoming more pronounced to the left, and the big head turning red as it expanded and filled with blood.

Donny loosened the gag, and removed it so Shane could speak, and at the same time, Rick stopped the invidious finger tickling the big jock’s navel with such abandon. Shane gasped, and the words rushed from his mouth: “What the fuck is going on….lemme up, com’on, this has gone far enough. You guys are crazy…stop this. Lemme out.” But he was still blindfolded, and unable to see his captors or their actions.

Rick responded in his fake voice. “Wrong answer sperm breath, you were supposed to tell us what Dana told you. Now you’re gonna have to pay for being such a punk.” Rick nodded to Donny, and while one attacked his exposed, hairy armpits with wriggling, probing fingers, the other returned the relentless finger to the navel, and used the other hand to tickle the inside of Shane’s muscular, corded and hairy thighs.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeiiiiiiiii….hhhhhhhhaaaaaaa..ha, ha, ha, ha….stop, stop…ha, ha, ha,…stop, no… please…..aaaaaaaagggggghhhhhh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha……..oh shit….I can’t breathe….stop, aaaaa, ha, ha, ha, ha……no, no, nooooooooooooo……ha, ha, ha, ha,……..awwwwwwwwwww…..!”

Rick and Donny kept going for a full minute until they thought the big kid would croak from laughing and gasping, and then they slowed down, tickling lightly, keeping him off balance, but allowing him to catch his breath. “Please, please….stop he wheezed, I’ll tell you…I’ll tell you….please….stop…I’ll tell you everything.” Shane blurted out everything Dana had told him, and asked him to do. Then he begged to be released.

Rick laughed wickedly. “You dumb shit, do you think we’re gonna let you go after you confessed to trying to fuck up our plan? We’ll let you go, after we teach you a good lesson, and take a few pictures for our collection.” Shane began to babble, but he should have saved his breath. Rick took up a toothbrush in each hand, and began using one on the big guy’s stomach, and the other on one of his exposed size fourteen feet. Shit, basketball players are all foot…and this kid’s peds were huge, with thick ankles, a big though narrow heel, and a wide ball. His arch was deep, high and muscled, and his long toes jutted out like some guys fingers. Rick attacked them mercilessly, and while he was using the brushes on Shane, Donny was rolling the kids nipples with one hand, and working his ribs with the other. Shane burst into paroxyms of laughter, and begging, almost whining his plea for the guys to stop in a falsetto voice, but they wouldn’t. His ass bounced on the padded floor, giving Rick another idea. Dropping the one tooth brush, he used his finger to worm in between the tight, taut cheeks of the tethered kids butt. When he found the little nether hole, his fingernail scratched and poked at it, while with the other hand he continued to tickle the big pale feet alternately. Donny, pinched and tugged on the wide paps, and with his free hand went back to the sweating pits, tickling them with abandon.

Shane’s big cock was bowed out to a full eight inches, and drops of clear goo were dripping from the wide piss lips on his thigh, splattering when his dick lurched and his hips bounced. Donny- left the kid’s pits, and grasped the big, thick boner in his callused fist. As Rick redoubled his efforts on the feet making the kid’s toes curl, and began to work his finger tip into the spasaming asshole of the tied teen, Donny began to frig his helpless boner, while he rolled and pinched the stiff little tit tips. The van rocked lightly from the action, leading anyone outside to think some guy was banging his chick for all she was worth. But inside, the gasping laughing was mixed with whines and pleas from the big captive jock as well as with sweet groans as his randy fuck stick was milked to the point of ejaculation only to be periodically abandoned as the fingers moved to his thighs, navel, stomach, ribs and pits randomly. Then Donny went back to Shane’s aching bone, working it, making the big fucker get closer and closer to a huge cum.

Back in the field house, Dana had his big feet on the edge of the chair, so that he could locate then tickle the entrance to his hot fuck hole with the vibrating probe from the box. He had greased up the devilish thin rod with Vaseline provided, and was rubbing its tip back and forth through the thick dark curls of hair, against the tight, pink knot of flesh that had never been breached except by the family doctor. The exquisite sensation of touching his anal lips had Dana’s big boner drooling pre-cum, and his eyes alternately opening and closing from the strange touch of something on his male cunt. Slowly, very slowly, he followed the instructions and let the one-half inch wide probe slip through the resisting barrier. He was so gentle, so careful, getting himself fully prepared to accept the foreign object into his private male hole. When it breached the fleshy knot, Dana groaned out loud, and his cock lurched and expanded, like he might ejaculate spontaneously. Shit, this kid had a sensitive asshole, and I knew that me and the guys would have to explore that fact in great detail. Then gradually, once he had gotten past the entrance, Dana slid the long thin wand up his hole until it passed his prostate. When it touched the fuck nut, he grunted with stunned pleasure, and one of his feet slipped off the bench. He stopped, pulled his leg back up and braced his foot again against the edge of the chair so that both thighs were against his chest, and his knees were splayed widely for me to see the whole show. Shit, you should have seen that hairy trench exposed, and his little nether hole peeking from behind the dark curls with the wicked wand lodged up the distended asshole. With trepidation, the handsome high school jock flicked his finger against the switch at the base of the wand, and the battery pack put the vibrator into action. Fucking-A it was incredible watching the big butch wrestler submitting to the stuffed feeling of the wand up his ass, and the pressure on his cock caused by the buzzing against his whorish prostate.

“Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhh….oh shit….oh fuck……oh man….this is fucking weird….oooooohhhhhh, I’m fucking myself….aaaaawwwwwww shit……..Jesus Christ…..aaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhh.” Dana moaned helplessly as the wand in his one had vibrated into every nook and cranny of his bowels, driving him insane. His cock bounced on his stomach, and suddenly, without warning, the big knob expanded obscenely and the piss lips spread as bolt after bolt of thick, white cum fired up to his chin, his chest, and his stomach. The sensations up his ass had caused him to ejaculate without even touching his dick, and he did not even have a chance to frig the randy fuck stick before he squirted. Instead, both his feet slipped from the edge of the chair, and he had all he could do to just keep the delicious sensations going on deep up his asshole, by holding the wand between his now stretched out legs, deeply inserted in his hot hole. If you didn’t know it, you’d of thought he was trying to pull the wicked thing from his bung hole, but I knew he was transfixed, forced by the sensations to keep it inside his boy bull twat as the buzzing wand frigged him helplessly. As he came his legs out taut and his toes pointed out to me, and his body twitched as his stiff cock continued to drool gism from its fat knob. There he was, in all his jock glory being captured on tape, fucking himself with the vibrating anal probe, shooting cum like a fourteen year old, his toes pointed out from his widely stretched legs, and his chest heaving as he grunted and groaned non-stop.

When Dana finally finished, dressed and left the field house, I could see he was broken. He had not only put on another humiliating performance for some unknown person, he had followed the instructions to the letter. He knew he was no longer in control of his body…and the last line of the note ordered him to keep his hands off his dick until the next time he was to perform. He realized that there would be a next time, and his cock had to be boy horny and full of gism, or he could be in jeopardy. Dana Berryhill was a beaten jock punk whose free wheeling sex life with teenybopper girls was about to be transformed.

Back in the van, Shane O’Brien had ejaculated for the third time, his huge dick being milked mercilessly by Rick and Donny– while his muscled body was tickled into oblivion. The guys ended their session by making Shane beg to be fingerfucked, while they jerked him off one last time, as an alternative to being tickled for another hour. Donny slipped his rough digit up the big kid’s pink hole, hardly visible in the tangled nest of dark hair inside his sweaty crack. Rick cupped his meaty palm around the over-worked plum of Shane’s helpless prick, roiling just the head for his final jerk of the kid’s boy horny boner. Though Shane wanted to will his cock to rest, it’s natural condition was stiff, and he succumbed one last time to the fist and the finger, howling and begging them to stop as only dregs drooled from the feverish prick tip, and the torturing fist kept milking him. Shane’s loyalty to his buddy had resulted in his capture by our gang, and he would prove to be a wonderful addition to Dana Berryhill’s enslavement as a toy for our games. Fuck…there’s nothing like high school jocks with fat dicks, and endless spunk, oh yeah!

Dana Gets It Good

For about two weeks, I kept sending Dana a photograph a day. He’d come by his locker, not just in the afternoons, but anytime, and find a pic in his locker with a note. It seemed after a while that he almost wanted to avoid his locker. Yet at the same time, it seemed that each time he would stop by, he hoped he would find nothing and the nightmare would be over. Each picture I left showed him in rampant condition, cock hard and dripping, lodged in the throat of an underage teenage girl, or in his meaty fist. There were pics of the slender vibrating probe rooting up his hairy boy snatch, blurred in the photo by the maddening vibrations, along with the undisguised lust on his face as his joy button was attacked mercilessly by something other than his teeny bopper girlfriend’s itty bitty finger. And finally, there was a shot of his thick boy spunk spurting out of the fat head of his dick, the long piss lips parted wide to drench everything with his gobs of sticky goo. I loved watching him blush as he looked at the pics, ashamed and guilty as he flashed his eyes around making sure no one saw him flush. Once or twice, it even seemed I saw him spring a rod as he studied the photo, his cock tenting the fabric of his wide wale cords, or bulging the front of his baggy jeans. After all, Dana was still at heart an All-American horny fuck, hiding his near constant state of cum lust behind those handsome, wholesome good looks yet secretly craving a place to insert his overheated prick too get it the relief it was desperate to have. The pictures and notes appealed to his unruly dick’s lack of conscience at the very moment that it scared the shit out of him.

And if that wasn’t enough, now we had pics of Shane O’Brien, an unexpected bonus. The big, goofy, shy-eyed blond basketball player, whose easy strides and long legs made him the object of lust by girls and boys alike, was receiving little notes in his locker too—showing his big muscular feet with their thick, curved toes curled tight as boy crud bolted from his long, narrow upthrust boner. Shane would blush deep crimson to match his always rosy cheeks after looking at each photo, sometimes turning his body into his locker to both hide his blush and often to hide the long erection that would thrust down his Levis and be obvious to others. The two of them would huddle together, whispering in low tones, looking around with desperate glances, trying to figure who was after them with this damaging blackmail. We now had two of the hottest pieces of teen boy meat in the school in fear for their futures. In the case of Dana, there was the additional terror of a possible life as a prison slave to some skinhead punk master. Within the month, as I had predicted, we had arranged for Dana and Shane to join us on a night when we had the van and our parents were occupied.

It was two weeks before Spring Break, and I wanted to make sure that we had these two small brained big cocked jocks under our thumbs before that vacation. The three of us had asked our parents if we could go camping, and my parents said we could have use of our family cabin up at the lake for the weekend. So now we had to make sure that Dana and Shane were free, and that we had them absolutely under control, by that time. The last note to the two of ’em had given them instructions to meet us on the coming Friday night one week prior to spring break. I made sure that I gave them the notes in advance, and told each that if they both didn’t show together, the first pics of each of them would be posted publicly at school in either the team lockerroom or the boy’s john in the shops wing where the trash smoked. Even if they were scheming on how to abandon one another, they couldn’t. They were tied together by the pics, and the threat of exposure. They were ordered not to cum for the week in advance with the threat that if they didn’t cum big when we got together, the pics might start appearing. The idea of those two hard dicks, grinding their constant boners into their sheets at night dripping scum, sticking up hard in the mornings with piss hardons, but knowing they couldn’t shoot crud, made my cock drip constantly.

That Friday, they were instructed to both go to the Field House at 5 p.m. and wait in the back. At 6 p.m., they were to enter the field house, and to use the contents of a box that was left in each guy’s locker with further directions. They were also told what to wear. For Dana, it meant he had to pull his 501 jeans and Calvin Klein briefs down to his ankles, around his high tops and white crew socks. His hands were to be behind his head in handcuffs that were provided, and a blindfold in the box was to be around his head. He was required to be dick hard and on his knees. In the case of Shane, his baggy shorts were to be around his Chuck Taylor black classic high tops, but his hard cock was to be sticking through the opening of his Joe Boxer shorts. His head was to be on the floor facing to the side, his hands behind his back cuffed, and a blindfold over his face as well. They were both to be in a certain locations in the room, not touching each other. Any attempt to unmask, or to try and surprise their captor[s] would result in their exposure to the whole school and total humiliation. Their only hope was to play by our rules, and then get the pics back, if they cooperated, one at a time….

When we arrived with the van at the back of the darkened Field House, the lights were off as we had instructed. Rick and Donny had baseball bats with them, just in case our horny captives had ideas, while I opened the door using a large flashlight to illuminate the room. There they were, like good dick slaves, just as we had instructed. And I’d be damned if both weren’t rock hard, their teenage dicks tense with anticipation, Dana’s exploding from his riot of dark hair and Shane’s thrusting out his thick blond bush. Each of us disguised his voice, and after placing the bats on the bodies so they’d get the idea, and checking their cuffs, we attached leg shackles that were made from separated cuffs with chain links attached. Rick had made them in his garage using his dad’s tools and cuffs we’d purchased on line. Then with hands behind head and back, blindfolded and hobbled by the shackles, we ordered them up and out of the Field House. At first Dana protested:

“Hey, what the fuck? I’m not going outta this place with my fucking jeans around my legs and my dick waving….com’on, be fair. We’re here, doing what you asked. How come we just can stay here and do whatever were supposed to and get our pics back? Why do we have to go somewhere? Jeezus, what more to ya want”

In a raspy, hard voice I responded without any sympathy. “Shut the fuck up…you pissant. You’re gonna do whatever the fuck we tell ya…and I don’t wanna hear any shit, you got it?” At that point, Rick and Donny gave each of the handsome punks a shove with the bats, and the nimrods almost fell on their asses, stumbling in the shackles. For the first time they realized it was guys and not girls, and there was more than one. That’s when the real whinning began.

“Fuck, you’re guys…what the shit is this…I’m not goin’ outta here with no guys… you fuckers from St. Brendan’s? Cause if you are, we’re gonna fuck you up when we get outta here. Mother-fucker, guys…doing sick shit like this to other guys… what are ya, a bunch of faggots?

Ah, jocks. Forever dumb. As if all that sweet talk was gonna get him free, or discourage us from working the shit outta both of them. Shane let Dana do all the talking, but both had begun to lose their boners now that they realized we were guys and not some strange chicks. Not that they had gone entirely soft, but being at the hands of guys not only seemed disgusting, it was also a bit scary. I reinforced both feelings. “Listen fuck-head, you’re not shit now. Big dick on campus, but nobody here cares a rat’s ass about your rep. Fuck, if the girl’s who wet their panties every time you walk by saw you getting your wang sucked hard by some under-age chick, they’d be the first one’s to haul your ass in to the cops. You know how the bitches are, they stick together. And Shane you big dummy, you got your dick wrapped up in Mr. Molester’s clubhouse…shoulda just kept you ass out of it…But no…you were gonna be the big hero and save the scum bag. Well, now your big dick’s in a sling too, and we’re gonna make you both pay…Got it fuck-heads?” With that response, both Rick and Donny rubbed the bats between the boy’s legs, making ’em jump when the hard wood nudged their balls, and aimed them up under the knobs of their swinging pricks. They stumbled along as we approached the door, grunting and whining, but knowing that their situation was helpless. They were trapped.

I turned off the flashlight and quietly marched them down the stairs in the dark and into the open door of the van next to the steps. Once inside, Shane and Dana were pushed down on their knees, torsos upright, resting on a thick carpet in the back of the van with each of their ankles tied to ringbolts in the back of the van that kept their feet apart. Each of their hands were tethered over their heads, with the cuffs still attached. That way, Dana’s dark hairy crotch and legs were exposed, as was Shane’s blond, furred legs and groin. Their cocks, which had gone relatively soft as we walked them out into the van, suddenly gained life and rose again halfway, responding to thier situation, stretched and tethered, still blindfolded and unable to see what would come next, as well as the warmth of our hands on their teenage bodies.

Shit, you shoulda seen ’em. It was fucking amazing…two of the most handsome, meaty teen punks in school, strung up like a pair of turkeys in a meat market…a fine sheen of boy sweat on their bodies, mingling with the sweet scent of Old Spice deodorant from their afternoon showers in the gym. Their hanging t-shirts obscured the top of each thick, hairy bush. But the protruding cocks, and the sweaty, hanging ball sacks, gently roiling, between the muscular and hairy thighs…gave Donny, Rick and I instant bones. Rick couldn’t stand it another second. As Donny got into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and slowly pulled out of the rear of the high school heading out for the nearby highway, Rick slipped his sweaty, warm hands under Shane’s t-shirt.

“Ohhhh shit…what’re ya ding, what is that….ohhhhhh god daaammmmnnn, no, not this shit again. Com’on guys…you got us to act like fucking punk slaves…now let us go. You had your fun, making us look like stupid assholes, acting like slaves, comm’on, let us go, huh? Give us our pics and let us go. We won’t cause anymore trouble…jeezus christ…com’on let us go.” But as Shane pleaded in his deep, and hardly convincing bass voice…much older than his eighteen years and meeker than his size, his cock hardened into a shaft of pale power from the gentle touch of Rick’s palms sliding from his stomach up to the bottom of his pecs. His big, long cock with its enormous knob began to drool pre-sap from the wide piss lips. Rick paid no attention, and when his fingers reached the big coral nipples, rubbery and jutting through Shane’s blond and furry chest and molded pecs, he gently tweaked them, causing the big boy to gasp and his dick to lurch and burp more pre-scum. Yeah, a boy and his dick….I wondered as I watched Shane flex his cock each time Rick gently rolled the rubbery cone, how often the big kid had done this to himself in the privacy of his bedroom while whacking that long prick with it’s obscenely big knob, till it shot streams of boy cum?

Shane was ashamed of his erection, but couldn’t control it. I would learn later that Shane was a boy in love with his cock, and didn’t care how it got satisfied, as long as someone was rubbing, sucking or fucking it. When he was fourteen, and already a foot taller than most kids his age, his older cousin Brad had spent the night with him several times during the summer when the two families visited. Brad, who was seventeen, was only 5’7″ tall, but his firm, muscular little body also contained a fat, seven inch cudgel which like the young Shane’s prick, was unruly and insatiable. After they had gone up to bed, Brad schemed a wrestling match with his adoring younger and seemingly slow-witted cousin, and in two shakes had his younger cousin pinned on top of him, using his legs as clamps to hold the taller boy’s legs, and sliding his hands up inside the younger teen’s pajama tops, grazing his meaty palms over his sensitive cousin’s torso. Shane didn’t know what to do. He laughed nervously at first enjoying the game and struggling to break free, and then told his cousin in his deep, shy voice to please stop, that his hands “tickled.” But Brad knew what he was doing, and his own stubborn erection was now forced into the damp crack of Shane’s pajama bottoms. Brad knew from the beginning, once a hand had clamped onto Shane’s body, the boy’s cock fell under its spell; Shane was helpless. Within a minute, he was sprawled back against his smaller cousin, his dick sticking out of the fly of his pajama bottoms, his big boy feet planted on the bed thrusting his hips up as if to escape, and his eyes closed as his cousin’s rough fist slid up and down unchecked on the pale, feverish boy pecker. That same night, to distract the big kid, Brad’s fingers found and plucked the sweet little berries on Shane’s chest until the boy shot streams of teen jizz from the combination of the roiling fist and the incessant tweaking of his tits, while Brad fucked his dick between the boys legs to his own spurting ejaculations.

Shane was hooked. He yearned for his older cousin to visit each year for the next two years, and the older boy did not disappoint, finding unusual and satisfying ways to drain the growing prick on his shy younger cousin. There were nights when on his hands and knees, Shane fucked his long boy prick into his cousin’s fist two or three times in a row, to satisfy the endless itch on his cock tip, and to get the insanely sweet sensation of shooting his boy cum into the rough fist, listening to his older cousin talk to him dirty about cunt and dick. And while Shane learned his way around pussy eventually, he was shy and preferred the convenient and uncomplicated fist of his cousin, now in the Marines, to anyone he had met until now.

When Dana heard Shane pleading, it was as if his own cock also received a jolt…going rock hard in sympathy or envy, it’s huge plum head turning a dark red, bloated and covered in the web of his own slick pre-fuck. I reached under his huge, hanging and hairy nuts, to tickle just between his thickly haired crack and his bloated balls, scratching my jagged index fingernail in that musky spot where his plump dick root was hidden. Now it was his turn to plead… “Awww fuck…..don’t do that…com’on,… .shit….I don’t go for that stuff…not from some guy. I thought you were a chick all the time…not some fag….Oh fuckin’ jeeezus…com’on guy…get your hands offa me…damn….no…nnnooootttt there…..aaaggggghhhhhh……” His words did not stop me, and instead made poor Shane get harder and wetter…anticipating that whatever was happening to his bud was gonna happen to him as well…and his traitorous cock couldn’t wait.

His last gasp and groan came as my inquisitive finger slipped up into the sweaty crack of his taut buns, and tickled its way through the forest of dark hairs to the thick knot of his anal mouth. When my nail scratched there, it was as if Dana had suddenly discovered how blissful a man’s thick, blunt finger could be by comparison to the little girl’s who’d been goosing him when she sucked his huge salami. Now he hand a blunt, rough digit exploring his ass trench, and he reflexively tried to squat and grip my finger, bucking his hips to stop the sweet agony of my insistent little dance on his nether hole. Yeah, Dana was a god damn fucking stone cold handsome jock slut, who’d drop his jeans in the middle of fucking class to have some sweet fist jerking his perpetually horny fuck stick. In my mind’s eye, I could see him now, slouched down in his seat, his jeans and briefs at his ankles, his hairy legs thrust out under the desk, his letter jacket open and his head thrown back with eyes closed. One by one each guy in the class would come up and take a turn wrapping their rough fists around Dana’s insatiable boy clit. They’d line up to masturbate his overheated, bloated, drooling cock, making sure their callused fists worked the knob before they laughed and made room for another one to take his turn. But now, the little jock whore was here with me, and it was my finger that was making him dance and grunt.

Shit, two perfect teenage sluts, one dark-haired, tanned and hairy and the other blond, furred and hairy, about to find out what it meant to surrender their bodies to exquisite sensations and unyielding ejaculations. It was gonna be cum city tonight…and our two jock guests were gonna be serving up scum like wide open faucets.

Dana Gets It Good—Part Vb

When Donny pulled into the Drive-in outside of town, we knew we’d have all the privacy we needed. This was the drive-in that all the guys used when they took their chicks out for a fuck or suck session. The back row was purposely dark and unlit, and the State Troopers never hassled the owners on account of the fact that each of ’em got free access with their families whenever they wanted, and most had used it when they were kids. Everyone knew this was a safe haven for fingering pussy, and getting your knob cobbed in a hot slick mouth. And it wasn’t the first time a couple of guys had ended up in the back row, with one sucking the life outta the other’s fat pecker. But no one knew that inside our van, two of the high schools premier pussy hounds were about to be transformed into slutty beggars.

Donny dropped the full sun shades into the van’s front windows, and climbed over the median and the seats into the back of the van to join us. Rick and I had already stripped down to our boxers and hightops, ready for action. Rick’s hard dick was poking out of the fly of his boxers, while mine made a nice tent of the material. Donny dived in, stripping down as quick as he could, while we pulled out the toys for tonight’s session with Dana and Shane. The goal was to tease as much cum out of their randy young balls in one night as possible. To make them realize that they were helpless toys for some unknown punks, and that their days of enjoying unmitigated pleasure with their cocks at their own discretion, was over. Sure they’d walk down the halls and jive with the guys, and they’d act like hot shit on the wrestling mat and the basketball court, but at night their dicks would be throbbing for relief and from the fear of how they’d actually get it.

First things first, though. We stretched each of the big teen boys a bit higher so their armpits were taut and exposed. Their feet were tethered to bars we’d culled from Rick’s big brother’s old set of free weights. This kept their feet well apart. Their cocks and balls swung freely, and their nipples were thrusting up against their t-shirts. Their knees were on the ground, and a shorter bar bell bar kept them apart, then both bars were cinched to eye-bolts in the floor to keep them from raising their bodies from the floor, or twisting away too far in any direction. Their stomachs were deliciously stretched, and the deep hairy navels, one blond and furry and the other dark and hairy, were exposed and helpless.

We removed their high tops and moist white athletic socks, damp from nervous perspiration, to reveal the muscular feet of each boy, soft, pale and padded. Their long, thick toes wiggled helplessly in anticipation of what might happen to the tender soles and insteps of those muscled feet, now completely at our mercy. We put a padded rest under each ankle to force the feet off the ground and up in the air a few inches so the toes could move without restriction. Now the fun was to begin. I opened our little bag, and withdrew three old toothbrushes, their bristles worn down and soft, and three electric toothbrushes, with their rotating bristles in little circles along the head. But first, we each took a stiff hair brush and began a methodical grooming of the boy’s backsides from ankles to neck. The brushes were made of coarse boar’s hair, and while soft enough not to inflict damage to tender skin, they felt like an army of little ants crawling across their bodies, nipping and probing at each spot they touched.

When our brushes touched their skin, the yelling began, and I warned them that any further loud exclamations would result in gags. Then Donny and Rick returned to their minstrations, scratching every damp nook and cranny on those muscular forms. The two ’em whinned, but in desperate, restrained tones, making it even more difficult for them. They wanted to scream and yell at the top of their lungs, but fearful of the gags and the inability to communicate, they forced themselves to whimper and beg in low tones, punctuated by hisses and moans. “Ah jez, you fuckers…please no more…aaaahhhhh, not there…shit, fuck, whatya doing, no, not there….ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ….eeeeiiiiiiii….nnnnoooooo….aaaaahhhhhhhhh hahahahahahha…..noooooo you plllllleeeeeeaaaase, not there….not there…aaaaaaahhhhhhh…… aaagggghhhh.” What sweet music to my ears, their torsos twisting this way and that to avoid the brushes on their backsides, combing through their furry legs, their inner thighs, at the back of their knees, on their ankles, and across the wide expanses of their backs, just lightly hitting their sides and teasing their arm pits before withdrawing to a new location. Fuck Rick and Donny were sadists, they knew just how to make a guy twitch, and from the way Shane and Dana balled their fists over their heads, and curled their toes, they must have been feeling the delicious agony.

Once again our tough, macho boy jocks, whose cocks had deflated somewhat when we re-tied them, sprung raging boners immediately, assuming that their cocks might be our next targets or because like all teenage boys, any touch to their vulnerable bodies that is foreign produces an immediate hardon. With the wicked brush bristles providing the stimulus, they were unable to control their hormones, and their boners sprung up hard and wet, immediately dripping with anticipation. But instead of satisfying their fears, we kept to the task, brushing the stiff little bristles up and down their backs, across their butts, up and down their legs just grazing their heels, and even under their necks and across their bobbing Adam’s apples. The fine, irritating bristles, lightly scratched across the surface of their respective bodies, finding all the sensitive spots that are never touched in teenage boys, except by the deliberate stroke of a towel after a shower or a defined and determined self applied scratch. The boys bobbed their asses since they could not raise or lower their legs, and thrashed as much as their restraints allowed, and continued grunting and groaning out loud, but at a decible level that would not reach outside the van. “Aaaaahhhhhh….oh shit, not there again, not again…..aaaaggghhhhh…..ha, ha, ha, ha, hahahahahahaha… nnnnoooooooo, owwww, fuck no…..pleeeeeaaaasssee……aaaagggghhhhhh, hahahahahha………enough, enough….!” That’s when the refinements began.

Two of us slid down to the floor level, looking up under those pulsing boy dicks, and their roiling balls, up to their tender hairy ass splits, now wet from the perspiration of their fear and exertions. Beginning with the inside of their thighs from the front, Rick and I surprised them with the regular tooth brushes to find and scratch every spot above their knees and just below their balls, while Donny continued to tickle their backsides. This new addition to their already scrambled senses caused the boys to weave and howl with fear. “I warned you fuckers, no yelling, but you didn’t listen. Rick gimme Shane’s socks….” Shane’s big feet had dampened his white cotton crew socks from the nervous anticipation of what was going to happen that night. The sweet musk of his high tops and his big boy feet was in the clean socks, not rancid and nasty, but stinky and sweet. I shoved one sock into each boys mouth, and Donny tied a cord around each to keep them in place. Now, all we could hear was the squealing and grunting behind the gags, as the helpless jocks were put through their paces.

Their big hanging nut sacks were so close to the bristles of the toothbrushes we were using, that they swung their hips in fear of the inevitable. Their bobbing cocks were so vulnerable and exposed. As I looked up from my vantage point almost between the two sets of muscular, hairy thighs, I could see the fine drops of perspiration rolling down their chests, catching on the erect tips of nipples thrust out from their chests, and pooling in their hairy navels. I knew where I was going, but I wanted to make sure they were totally hysterical before we got there.

Moving my brush up the front of Dana’s flexing thigh, up to the convex hollow of his hips, I slowly scratched the toothbrush in a manner that could only panic and agonize the big kid. His eyes were blindfolded, and so each movement that struck a new place caused his head to swing down, up or sideways, hoping to determine the next target. But all he could do was whimper and grunt. I could barely make out what he was pleading from behind his gag… “Please…please… no more…I’ll do anything…please…no more tickling. Jeezus, you’re gonna kill me…no, not there (as my brush moved slowly above his pubic bush and below his navel to the flat plane of his lower stomach), oooohhhhh god….no, not there…..I’m too ticklish there…..please….help me…oh god…..oh fuck……aaaaggghhhhhhh…..” But the bristles of my tooth brush seemed to have a mind of their own, scratching lazily across his pubic bone…delving there and there…making the big dum jock flinch and try to suck in his stomach, only making the target more inviting by becoming more taut.

Rick was following my lead on Shane, and both boys were getting close to hysterical. Their nipples jutted out mournfully, as if neglected. Not wanting to disappoint, I continued my exploration, getting on my own knees so I could look closely at the target of Dana’s firm stomach abdominals, all neatly arranged in firm squares leading up to his ribs. I leaned close and took a deep whiff of the delicious boy in front of me, the last hints of his Irish Spring dripping away from his body and being replaced with the stink of fear, along with the remnants of his deodorant. I moved quickly now, not wanting to deprive him or myself of the anticipation any longer. I etched out each of his abs with the brush, and looked over to see Rick doing the same to Shane. I used my free hand to suddenly plunge a wriggling finger gently into Dana’s navel, causing him to make a momentary shout behind his gag, and then return to an urgent and hasty set of unintelligible grunts and groans, punctuated by sweet squeals.

I laughed, and responded as he should have known I would. “Dana, that was a no no…you were supposed to keep that big trap shut…but instead you got to howling like some chick getting dick…is that what my finger feels like in your navel buddy…like some little cock fucking you…well get used to it…cause there’s more where that came from, lots more.” I laughed in my disguised voice as I said the last words, and he almost sobbed, as he squirmed, trying to sort out the hair brush on his backside, the toothbrush working relentlessly up his torso, and my finger worming incessantly in his hairy navel. Using my eyes and head only to gesture, I suddenly let both Rick and Donny know that we should stop for a few minutes. We didn’t want the fuckers to faint. Let’em catch their breaths…then we’d start again. The sudden stop gave the two trapped boys hope that perhaps their entreaties had not fallen on deaf ears, but they were saps. As their bodies rested for the moment, and their cocks drooped just slightly, I was already deciding how to attack their pits and nipples, before going for the coup de grace.

The three of us studied our captives, fine specimens of boydom…hard bodied, strong muscled, finely tuned. Every hair-and there was a shit-load of it— was full of testosterone, every feature sharp and etched; they were stone foxes. The fine sheen of perspiration of their bodies, and their heaving sighs as they caught their breaths, revealed just how much stamina and strength eighteen year old boys have. We’d put that stamina to the test tonight, and in nights to come. Just as suddenly as we stopped, we began again after about five minutes. Rick and I had pulled out our own boners, and were massaging them gently as we looked over our punk slaves. And Donny was now sniffing their big feet, in anticipation of what he intended to do next, and rubbing his dork through his briefs. I began by blowing into Dana’s now half dry navel, causing the hairs to stand on end….and the big kid to raise up his blindfolded face in surprise, grunting into his sweat sock gag. Then the firm index finger of my right hand, began to explore the sides and now clearly exposed ribs of the big wrestler. Dana tensed, now he knew there was no hope and soon he’d be reeling from the helpless assault on his pits. I took the tooth brush and returned to his firm abdominals and his wide open navel, but at the same time, I grew much bold and determined with that index finger as I roamed his side up and down each rib. As one hand moved faster, so did the other. Dana jerked in his bonds, and he bent away from my probing finger, but as he would bend, I’d use the toothbrush in my other hand to assault his other side both stomach and then up to the bottom of his pec. He was flinching spasmodically, and I sped up my actions to make him break, and start to howl into his gag…”NNNNNNOOOOOO….AAAAAAAHHHHH…EEEIIIIIIIII…. SSSSTTTOOOOOPPPP….. AAAGGGGHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHA!” I looked over just briefly to see that Rick was doing the same to hapless Shane whose long torso provided a huge and vulnerable target.

Donny, abandoning the feet of both boys, on which he had begun to blow his breath, and instead took up a position at the hairy ass furrows of each meaty treat. Picking up one of the electric toothbrushes, as Rick and I intensified and shifted the sides of attack we were taking on each set of healthy exposed ribs, Donny switched on the spinning bristles of the electric toothbrushes, reached under each of the big boy asses and placed the whirring brushes on the thick roots of each big dick, between asshole and balls. Fuck, you’d a thought they’d both been shot with a jolt of electricity (an idea which inspired me even as we were tickling the two dopes outta their skulls). The continuing squeals of both were music to our ears….”iiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee…..aaaaaahhhhhh…. mmmppphhh!” “nnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggghhhhh….. nnnnnnnooooooo…..uuuuuuggggghhhhhh!!”

Each boy twisted as best he could, and yelled his head off into the gags, now soaked with their siliva, dripping perspiration from hairy pits down the sides of their torsos, only making Rick’s and my fingers slide with ease from rib to rib. The sudden movement of the fixed bristle tooth brushes up to each taut and rubbery nipple, and a carefully directed stream of breath into each navel, was a distraction so great, coupled with the others their overwrought senses were experiencing, that the boys forgot to try and close their thighs together as best as possible to avoid the whizzing electric bristles tickling mercilessly between their balls and assholes. Where would we attack next…and was their any hope for these two former jock studs?

Donny then moved the maddening spinning bristles from the root of each healthy boy cock briskly forward as it to suggest that he was going for their nut sacks, making them lift forward to avoid the touch. But at the last moment he reversed course and slipped the wicked devices right into the cracks of the two heavily forested asses and landed on their respective anal knots. Shit, you know how it feels when you’re in the midst of fuck lust and someone touches your butt hole for the first time, it’s like a shot…a jolt, and that’s just what it seemed our two prick boys had experienced, forcing their midsections out (since they could not move their legs), and thrusting their big boy prongs as far out as possible, giving us a delectable view of their huge erections waving in front of their jerking bodies. The bristles tickled like crazy on the outside of their shit shutes, and Rick and I redoubled our efforts at their tits, navels, and ribs. For five minutes, we made those boys swing in the air like mannequins, thrusting their bodies any way they could to try and avoid the tortuous attack, yelling into their gags, while outside other watched the dull double feature, and boys all over the back row were screwing their dicks and chicks into oblivion for their Friday night blue ball relief.

We toned down after five minutes, cause the guys began to sag in their bonds, and I did not want to lose their energy for the rest of the night. I wanted them strong and alert, so that every sensation would not be lost on their fine fucking bodies. Donny relaxed the electric brushes, just grazing them once in a while on his target, and for our part, Rick and I dropped the regular brushes, and just worked our fingers lazily up and down both sides of their torsos.

Dana, deep in his exhausted and blindfolded haze, now recalled the times that he had tickled his younger brother Kevin within an inch of his life. He enjoyed going after his thirteen year old brother, and catching him before he could get out of the house. When their parents were out for the evening, he’d drag the poor kid into the living room and put him into a wrestling hold, extending the kid’s arm into the air over his head, and pinning his legs, while his fingers roamed the puberty struck teen’s pit with its wisps of hair. Kevin would howl for mercy, hardly able to speak for his screaming and laughter, but Dana would not relent. A couple of times, he knew his little brother, whose cock had just grown a small crop of brown hair above where the shaft grew from his body, and whose dick had suddenly sprouted up like the rest of him, had thrown a boner and shot his cum into his shorts while thrashing to escape his brother’s tight grip and physical domination. Dana had even gotten off himself once, but taunted his brother, calling him a queer and jeering when he felt his brother go limp from the ejaculation. Now as his own erection stained on the verge of spurting wads of cum, he knew how his little brother had felt. There would be no relief for him though, just as he had given no mercy to Kevin. Later, after I learned of this behavior, I had invited Kevin to join me one night, and we made Dana pay for every time he’d forced his little brother to scream and beg for mercy which never came. I was particularly impressed when Kevin had taken some ragweed from the yard, and crushed it in his palm while a gagged and tied older brother watched, then added some lube which he mixed in a little bowl before going to work on the knob of his brother’s big boy cock. It was a sight to behold, as the kid donned an old woolen snow mitten, dabbed some of the mixture into its palm, and went to work on his brother’s oversized knob. And when he took up the hair brush and used it on his brother’s pits, while he jerked him silly with the glove and rag weed mixture, I decided right then that in years to come little Kevin would make a nice addition to our group.

While I was letting Dana catch his breath, Rick decided he wanted to take a different approach with Shane. He motioned Donny to focus on a new target, and he himself got down on the floor between Shane’s muscular thighs and under his overly long cock. Picking up my discarded tooth brush, and his own, he insidiously started scratching on the lips of Shane’s hair fringed asshole and then worked from the root of his cock on a slow path up the nine inch stalk of the basketball player’s rigid dong. At the same time, Donny put down the two electric toothbrushes he had been using. For this next part of the game, he wanted to use his own thick digits, with his unclipped fingernails. Getting down to where Shane’s big size fourteen feet were propped up, he blew on the smooth pale soles, long toes, high arch. Jesus basketball players have fine feet…guys used to playing hard, and pounding up and down the hardwoods and on playgrounds on those big beauts. Locked into leather and canvas shoes, getting hot and sweaty, protected to ensure that their owners can always make the right cut, pull up on a dime, and jump out of the gym. Shane’s peds were wide at the ball, with an unusually high arch, a narrow, smooth heel, and long curved toes. They did not stink, even after our rounds of tickling and the exertion and sweating he had done. But there was that manly scent of sweat on his big boy feet that made Donny anxious to work ’em over. Donny grasped the big toe on each foot, shaking them gently, and began to sing in an off-key and menacing voice…”this little piggy went to market, and this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy had roast beef, and this little piggy had none….” Shane waggled his defenseless tootsies, waving and curling the meaty digits hoping to avoid what he knew was coming. All of us knew how the rhyme ended, and so did dumb old Shane, somehow recalling through his fear and apprehension that the rhyme ended when someone’s fingers went racing up and down his feet when he was a little kid. The tension was in the pause, in the waiting for that moment. And as Rick worked a toothbrush deep into the big blond’s ass crack, flicking it at the sensitive nether lips, and began to saw back and forth on the thick flange of his captive’s prick tip with the other hand, Donny yelled…”and this little piggy RAN ALL THE WAY HOME!” and scrabbled his fingers mercilessly up and down the soles of the tethered boy. Shit what sight! Shane yelled into his gag in that deep basso, and scrunched his toes up desperate to escape his fate. In the meantime, his boner tightened and thrust out further from the wicked stimulation of the soft bristles on the flange of his dick head, unable to achieve satisfaction, but aching to get enough stimulation to spit gism. He knew just as those bristles invading his crack breached his efforts to defend his butt hole, he’d shoot his load, and with the maddening work of Donny’s fingers into every crevice of his unprotected feet, up the arch, over the heel, and under those long toes, when that moment arrived Shane would be totally out of control…squealing and gasping for mercy. Finally, as his toes wiggled back and forth faster and faster and the pale soles scrunched up as much as possible to escape the unrelenting fingers scrabbling up and down them, and his yelling forced him to lose control of his ass muscles, Shane felt the slender head of the worn toothbrush overcome his flagging attempt to keep his sphincter squeezed tightly shut. When Rick gently slid the irritating brush just into the soft lining of his anus, Shane’s cock expanded and the crimson knob, sloppy with pre-fuck juices and neglected from attention up to this moment, became the focus of Rick’s other brush in a focused and determined scrubbing. Working the soft bristles over the bloated and sensitive tip of the basketball jock’s fuck stick and around the wide flange, was a sensation Shane couldn’t resist. He threw his head back and yelled in his deep voice into the gag….his toes curled as if they would break off, and he shot wad after wad of fuck cream which I carefully caught on a disk angled over his spewing knob as Rick continued to scrub those soft bristles over and over his knob. Shit could that boy cum, no wonder his cousin Brad had nursed on the kid’s whang some nights two and three times. The dumb jock was a cum factory, bolting out starchy goo in thick white spats. He came for ten seconds, and then drooled more as Rick tortured the big fuck tip unmercifully with his brush, leaving the other brush trapped in the tight grip of Shane’s asshole which had clamped shut the moment he began to shoot. Donny sat up, and gently twirled the big boy’s tits, as the cum just kept dripping out, and we nursed the kid’s cock until he sagged and squirmed from the grueling torture of his over-sensitive, fat knob. His yells turned to grunts and groans, and then a low whine.

I immediately removed Shane’s gag, and he gasped for breath and at the chance to speak. “Fuuuuuccccck….oh jez….my dick head…of shit…no more…too sensitive…chrisss….it hurts…nnnnnooooo…my nuts, they ache…..no more, I can’t cum no more….uuuuughhh.”

I responded appropriately, “Shit Shane buddy…you’re fulla scum, like any scumbag dumb jock numbnuts would be. You need to be drained dick boy, and you need your strength to keep on cumming. So just to show how much we wanna make sure you’re OK, we’ve got some vitamins for ya to take…” (snickering at the big oaf), and with that I brought the little dish covered with his gism up under his nose to his mouth. He turned his head suddenly, immediately recognizing the scent of sperm…but I grasped his nose firmly in two fingers and pulled him back toward the plate.

“Now Shane, you don’t wanna make me mad do ya…cause if I get pissed, maybe we’ll tickle the shit outta ya, then cock whip you till you can’t touch that sucker for a week? You get my drift buddy, now you know what you hafta do…so get that tongue out and lick…understand. Just pretend you’re eatin’ your cum outta some cunt, licking her good and getting your deposit out for use later…hahahaha” The moment I said lick, Dana turned his gagged and blindfolded face towards our voices, a drop of perspiration dripping from his forehead as he comtemplated what was next for him. At the same time, Shane gradually stopped pulling his head against my grasping fingers, holding his nostrils, and opened his mouth to breath. I pushed the plastic dish up to his lips, and when I reminded him of the cock whip again, and Rick flicked it against his prick head enough to get his attention, slowly his tongue reached out and began a tentative dab at the cummy surface. “Common’ ya big mother, get that tongue out there…or that cock whip is gonna mean business on your baby-maker.” Shane thrust his tongue out and began to lap his own crud. Donny went back to rolling his tits, while Rick spit on his palm and greased old Shane’s semi-rigid pecker again, helping it rise from its post cum repose into another unconscious teenage boner. Fuck what a sight….

Nothing like a tied up blond jock punk, getting his tits tweaked and man-sized pecker jerked, and licking a dish of fresh cum from his own starchy, sweaty nuts. Jesus, boys like him were made to use. Like a good fuck slave, he slurped down every curd, and licked the platter clean, which made me realize that he probably had done this before with his own cum when no one was lookin’. I learned later that Shane’s cousin, Brad, also liked his cudgel suckled, and he would trade Shane cum for cum as they grew older. But when Shane was away from Brad for long periods, he’d eat his own cum, longing for a taste but afraid to let anyone else but Brad know of his queer streak.

After Shane had finished eating his cum, and his dick had been tickled and gently rubbed back into a thrusting, oozing, boner, we turned to Dana who had been trying to hear what was going on, and we didn’t disappoint, talking in our disguised voices loudly so he knew exactly what Shane had been enduring. Then I began to speak to him as much as to Shane as we finished with the big blond and were getting ready to work on Dana. “Yeah, that’s it big guy…time for you to rest your balls for a second…you did a hell of job licking up that cum, and there’s more where that came from… right? And we’re gonna get every drop out of those big, bloated nuts of yours, until you can’t cum anymore. But first, we gotta help your buddy…he’s been neglected, and we don’t wanna hurt his feelings, huh?” and I laughed in a mean, nasty little way.

Dana grunted from behind his gag, and shook his head…he wanted to make it clear I guess that we weren’t neglecting him at all. But the three of us went to him together, and began to rearrange him for a special treat I had planned. We re-tied Dana on his back, with a pillow under his ass. We tied his arms up and out to a weight bar that hung from the ceiling of the van, and then tied his legs up and out to grommets that were attached to the side walls of the van. He wheezed and yelled from behind the gag, but he was not match for the three of us, especially when Donny grasped his balls and told him he yank ’em off if he didn’t cooperate. Well the result was that that Dana’s darkly tanned and dark haired body were spread and exposed, only the pale skin of his nuts, the hidden area leading up to his asshole, his armpits, and the soles of his hands and feet leaving areas that seemed almost pale and pink by comparison. I crawled up between those thick, hairy hams of his, and let my fingers trail up and down the thick corded muscles furred with dark hair, moving to scratch his thick nards each time with the rough edge of my fingernail. He’d jump and squirm, grinding his ass to escape my intimate touch, making his little hole spasm involuntarily, but there was no where to go…and each time, I seemed to be getting closer and closer to his sweaty ass trench.

When my fingers finally reached that split, the boy began to bounce his firmly muscled ass in earnest, knowing that something he did not want from another guy was about to occur. I helped reinforce the impression: “You know Dana, you got one hell of an ass pussy…that nice pale, unprotected little crack with its small, tight little shithole…it looks so helpless and hidden by all that thick dark hair. But I can see it…buddy, and I know we’ve got to help you scratch an itch. Fuck, after all, you let that little teeny bopper poke her tiny little finger in your big tight ass, so with my big fingers, I know I’ll give ya even more of what ya need…huh?” When I said the word itch, my index finger scratched right against the taut anal knot, completely open to my investigations by the way in which we’d tied his legs and raised his ass with the little pillow. Jesus, you know how it feels when ya get goosed in the lockeroom when guys are screwing around, or when the damn doctor starts to wiggle his blunt finger up your hole during a physical, or when your parents gave you an enema. Jesus, the sensation of that intrusion, that helpless feeling of something making your stomach feel empty when that spot is touched….like when you get hit in the nuts…there’s just something forbidding to guys about their assholes, and this asshole was in fear for his fucking life.

Using some lube on my finger and dabbing it on his tingling hole, I spoke gently to Dana as he thrashed within the tight limits of the ropes. “Yeah, Dana, that hot channel looks like it could use some stroking…like it needs to be worked a bit. I mean, after all, your teeny pussy used to finger tickle your hole every time she sucked that big fuck stick, and when she could get her hands into your ass while you pounded her with that cudgel. But she was gentle huh, just kinda tickling that sweet spot inside your hairy anus…well, I know a big tough fucker like you needs more of a workout than that…and we aim to make sure that we give you the deep massage your crave. I mean, when we took those pics in the field house, you looked like you were in hog heaven each time you worked your finger or a dildo up that hot hole of yers…huh, buddy? Well, we’re gonna make it feel like you’ve been given the kind of service that a big stud like you needs….”

With that, my finger broached his nether hole, confusing his muscles by suddenly using the index finger of my other finger to root into his navel, and send a tickling shock into him. Once my finger was in that sweaty cave, he used every one of those muscles honed from wrestling to break it off inside of him, but I was determined. By tickling the shit out of his navel and abs, I slowly, but surely worked that sucker up his hot, clinging asshole, till I felt his stiff little fuck nut. Shit, he jumped like I’d used an electric poker up there, but I knew that he was nice and slick now, and ready for the main attraction. We dragged poor Shane over to his buddy, and placed him face down between his buddy’s legs. Then we put over his head a nifty device we’d persuaded Rick’s Marine brother to buy last time he was overseas. It was a head harness with a thin vibrating wand attached to it. Once the thing was secured on someone’s head, usely some dyke who wanted to suck and fuck her babe, there was no escaping it’s insidious and invasive, pliant plastic five speed wand. Plus, the fucking thing had nice little knobby head dotted with raised bumps and ridges, and twirled every once in a while randomly around the shaft of the wand. Shit, if that thing was up the backside of some of the tough guys at our school, they’d become choir boys in a second, and I had one such guy greased and ready for a test run.

We shackled Shane’s arms up over his head so that his fingers were just at Dana’s arm pits, and then pulled his legs back at the knees and tied them so that his big pale feet were up in the air and exposed just over his ass. Now Shane was on a flat tray used to slide under cars when you’re doing work on ’em…you know, on small wheels. We put down some tracks in the back of the van, and put the wheels into ’em so it could slide back and forth. If Shane body weight moved suddenly in his current position, he would cause the wheels to move back and forth, which was just what we wanted. It could only go so far on the tracks, maybe six inches or so, but that was just enough to move the harness (which we now buckled into place over his thick dirty blond hair), back and forth in Dana’s trussed up ass hole. With just the slightest effort, we gently slid the eight inch prod on the harness into Dana protesting butt. He squirmed at first, but when that thing rolled past his prostate, he stopped dead still, not wanting to provoke the little whore’s button and turn himself into a fuck hungry dick boy. His toes curled deliciously when the thing reached deep up into him, telling us that this was like the enema from hell, and that he was hoping to keep perfectly still so that he wouldn’t set himself into a uncontrolled set of spastic movements in a vain effort to relieve the incredible feeling up inside of him. Now Shane’s feet had been shackled to a bar above his ass, slightly spread, and that afforded us a chance to get to his ass pucker at the same time. So now we had our two big dicked jocks, tied in position. All we needed was a starter pistol, and we would set the two of them on the road to fucking oblivion.

I just wanted to prime them a little first though, and this is what I said. “Now boys, you’re just about ready to help one another. See, Shane, you wanted to help Dana when you got into this whole mess, huh? Well, now yer gonna be able to help him get what he richly deserves. Rick’s got those tooth brushes again, and he’s gonna sit down next to you and begin to work them into each of your exposed and hairy arm pits. When he does that, you better use your fingers to tickle Dana’s arm pits, cause if you don’t, he won’t stop or give you any relief. Now just to make sure you cooperate, Donny’s gonna start usein’ those stiff hair brushes on your feet. And me, well I’m gonna insert this nice little vibrating dildo up your butt, and turn on the switch. You’ll be ready to go, and that’s when I’ll switch on the little prod on your head too. That way, you’ll be buzzing at both ends…hahahaha…you get it, buzzing at both ends. Once that starts, you’ll really be giving your buddy some help, therapy he richly deserves…deep up in his funky old asshole. Between you tickling his pits, and that prod buzzing inside him, and you bouncing all around on this slide, well, Dana is gonna get a good workout from his best friend. And just for good measure, if we can’t seem to give ole Dana the kind of deep anal massage he needs, well hell, we’ll start tickling his feet too so that he can move his legs and ass more to get into the spirit of things….You boys ready?”

Shane babbled that he’d just cum, and weren’t we through torturing him…he begged and mewled, but then I got pissed and told him for that when he moved his head up into Dana with that harness contraption, that he also had to stick out his tongue and lick the sweat off his buddy’s ass hairs. Now that shut him up, and we were ready to start the ball rolling so to speak!

I looked at my two compatriots who were poised for my signal, and listening to Shane blubbering for a reprieve while Dana turned his blindfolded and gagged head back and forth, pleading unintelligibly, and then I yelled “Yeeeeeiiiiiiihaaaaaa!” Outside, guys walking by probably were chuckling and saying stuff, “that dude just got his nut” or “someone’s guzzling slime inside there.” But instead, Rick started working the tooth brushes into Shane’s deep, hairy pits, and I leaned over to switch on both the dildoes to hum at low speed. Donny reached over to both the boys big feet, and using each hand, began to alternate from each of their respective jock toed peds, causing the pale soles to crinkle as they immediately sought to avoid the maddening tickling.

“NOOOOOOOOOOO… Shane yelled, aaaaaggggghhhhhhh,hahahahahahahahha….. nnnnnooooo …..ppplllleeeease, not again…..aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh…hahahahahahahahahaha…….!” From behind his gag, the trapped Dana bellowed. The moment we began to tickle Shane, Rick leaned over and told the big jock to start tickling Dana’s pits or he’d regret it. That set Shane’s hands to scrabbling deep in the armpits of his buddy, now trussed and spread. Jesus it was hot, seeing those long blond haired arms and the thick, hairy fingers digging into Dana’s, darkly haired pits. That caused the big kid to start jerking, and the moment he did, the wicked nubs on the dildo now buzzing softly in his fundament, started their magic on his prostate and the lining of his rectum. From behind his gag came the sweet music of his sweet torment…”MMMMPPPPPHHHHHH…. OOOHHHH, MMMMMMMMMM….UUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!”

Unable to now stop the motion because of the incredible sensations shooting up and down his asshole, Dana’s thick muscles flexed, making his bounce up and down on the whirring little prod stuffed deep up inside him. His hands reflexively opened and closed, his toes curling tight and stretching open spasmodically sometimes to avoid the maddening fingers tickling them and then sometimes to just seek a desperate escape which was impossible. Each clench of his fist let us know of his helpless response to another spasmodic sensation caused by his ass muscles as they alternated tightening and loosening on the humming instrument, jerking him off from the inside. The little head must have begun is slow, methodical spin, moving the uneven nubs from side to side, making contact with the most private and protected regions of Dana’s big boy body, turning him into the kind of pussy that guys he pinned mercilessly on the wrestling mat would have loved to have seen.

The little dildo in Shane’s ass, along with the insistent tickling of his pits and feet, kept him jerking and sliding back and forth on the small sled, scooting six inches in each direction as he thrashed to avoid the maddening tickle and stuffed feeling of the buzzing little device up his own unprotected hole. This was fifteen minutes of sheer pleasure, watching these two muscle jocks work, strain, grunt and grind…performing to our every touch. Every time Shane drove the headdress deep into Dana, the big wrestler’s curved whang would harden and burp another spurt of clear boy sap, leaking all over his chest and filling his navel. We did not touch Dana’s dick, because I wanted him to pop from the agonizingly sweet sensations driving him to distraction, deep in his ass…and we weren’t disappointed. The helpless jock, worked his hips like a hula dancer, bouncing and grinding, fucking himself silly with the eight inch flexible plastic rod sliding up and down his rectum, and coupled with the insistent tickling his big padded feet and his dripping hairy pits were getting, he bellowed loudly after about fifteen minutes and began to shoot crud like he was manufacturing it. I was prepared, with a little cup just barely covering the fat mushroom cap of his cock tip, catching every blast of thick, white scum, bolting out of his neglected but bloated prick head. Fuck the way he writhed as the gism squirted and spurted, I could almost feel the desperate sensations deep up his sweaty hole, forcing the cum from his reluctant prick tip, basically milking himself….shit, what a turn-on. I used my thumb to drain the last dregs and drools form Dana’s still hard pecker, making him wriggle from the ticklish sensation on his overly sensitive cock head. But I had a nice little cupfull of scum which I was soon to put to good use.

We untied Shane’s arms and legs. Although the little dildo in his ass had given him a huge boner, having it trapped beneath his body weight and unable to lift himself enough to move it around under him, kept his pecker primed but frustrated. We untied Shane and flipped him over, as Rick slipped on a dirty, greasy batting glove we had often used before. We cuffed Shane’s hands behind him, and bowed him so we could attach those hands to his feet which were now separated by another weight bar again. On his knees, the big handsome blond boy with his long, hard cock, and its nicely tapered prick tip, looked so inviting and tantalizing; stretched out towards us and ready to milk. His eyes were still blindfolded, so he pleaded for us to show some mercy, but we just ignored him, other than an occasional stroke or surprised snap to his big pale wand to keep it up and hard, angled sharply away from his body by its ponderous weight. He could not see as Rick smirked and lubed up the dirty glove he’d donned, making exaggerated movements in front of the tied boy enjoying the thought that Shane’s big boy boner was his intended target. In the meantime, I had taken off the exhausted Dana’s blindfold for the first time so he could watch what was about to happen. He snapped his head around the van, to see who we were in the dim light from our lanterns inside the van, but was rewarded only with three masks that we had put on to conceal our identities. With his gag still in place, all he could do was muffle out some pitiful words, whose meaning was lost and about which we could have cared less.

Rick stepped up to the big basketball player, and using his free hand to tweak and squeeze Shane’s hard, rubbery teen tits, he then grasped the kid’s rejuvenated and pulsing boner with the well lubed but rough batting gloved hand and began a tingling slide of his fist that could only lead to one end. Shane jerked from the new, cool sensation of the lube and the rough glove, playing with his pride and joy. All he could do was grunt from the wonderful sensation of the rough but slippery glove, sliding up and down delicately to arouse his betraying cock. Working up and down, with practiced teenage expertise, Rick jerked the blond basketball player so that his now sensitive pecker tip was red and ruddy and bloated, predictably expanding to encourage the lewd masturbation it enjoyed so much. Within two minutes, Rick had the big kid panting, and groaning. Shane began to huff and puff, breathing harder and faster and flexing his body, his cock now slick with lube and his own pre-cum and thrusting to meet the nasty jack-off he was getting. When Rick moved his other hand from Shane’s hard tits, and instead stuck his free index finger into the dude’s ear and began to gently tickle inside the sensitive shell, coupled with the insistent roiling of his helpless cock head, Shane gave a yelp and began to shoot yet another thick, sticky load of boy scum. The same cup which had been half filled with Dana’s teen dick sap was now inundated with a healthy batch of Shane’s sperm. The powerful stench of boy starch filled the air, and now the little cup, used for condiments at some drive-in fast food joint, was filled to the brim with boy crud in need of a permanent home so it wouldn’t go to waste. I let Rick nurse Shane’s semi-stiff boner, till the fat knob had leaked its last dregs, and let him go back to tickling the bound boy’s fuck stick just to make him squirm and squeal at the incredible sensations on the sensitive tip. He and Donny turned back to Shane, one tickling gently here and there, and the other playing with his cock and scratching under his balls, working the bound boy up to another unwanted erection.

I turned to Dana, who was no longer blindfolded and had a look of terror in his eyes. In my disguised voice, I started to taunt him. “Now come on Dana, you didn’t think you were gonna get to miss the puddin’ here did ya…after all, we made yer buddy drink his down. It’s only right since yer the cause of both of you being here, that you eat some cock sauce too. Shit man, yer gonna be able to tell the guys on the wrestling team that you ‘swallow’….hahahahahah….man are they gonna love you…a guy who knows how to drink cum. There’ll be aline in the lockerrom for you…guys with hard dicks lining up to deposit into the sperm bucket….” Dana turned his head, and tightened his neck muscles trying to keep his gagged mouth away from me as I leaned towards him. I took the blindfold and carefully replaced it so he could not see what was going to happen next. Instead, I removed his gag, and a rush of words came out of his mouth.

“Nooooo, no man…you can’t do this…I’m no fag….shit…don’t do this, I’m no queerbo, pleeeze, give me a break…shit, I fucked the chick, I made her eat my dick…but she fucking liked it…common man, give me a break…don’t do this…not some guy’s gism…fuck no….pleeeeeze.”

I laughed, and responded. “What ya mean some guy’s gism. You dick brain, it’s your gism, and of course Shane’s…but he’s yer buddy, right? I mean, we’re gonna get you guys to know each other real good…you’re gonna suck each other’s dick’s, you’re gonna lick each others toes, man you’re gonna be such good buds that you won’t want to stray far from home for some good sex in the future…and all that starts now…with a simple little spoon and you opening up wide for cum. You ready Dana…now open up, be a good boy, open up and take your vitamins….”

He struggled to keep his mouth shut, but Donny reached over from his tickling chores with Shane, and clamped his fingers on ole Dana’s nose. Give him credit, he held his breath as long as he could, and when he finally gasped for air, I slipped the spoon full of spooge right into his mouth, and clamped it shut. He choked and coughed, and tried to retch it out, but I told him anything that came out would just go back in. He gasped, and even as he felt like retching, he slowly swallowed, making his Adam’s apple bob from the slimly, viscous stuff going down his throat. Fuck, nothing like some big straight stud eating cum….and hating every minute of it. But he’d learn to like it…and a lot more. I fed him every drop outta that cup, and made him lick out the sides for good measure. And the whole time, I was softly jerking his big dick, rubbing the tip, and scratching lazily under the piss lips, getting him going again against his will with that unruly cock that only knew what it liked.

The last time we tickled the two jocks that night, we lodged their thick pricks in each other’s mouths and strapped ’em in. Shit, it took fifteen minutes to get Dana to swallow Shane’s log, but Shane was more cooperative, tired of being tickled and knowing that he could not stop his big boner from erecting each time me and the guys started working on him. We lay Dana on the bottom on his back, spread his legs apart, tying his arms out and above his head. Then we put Shane on top of him, facing the other direction, with his arms stretched forward, and on his knees, feet shackled and tethered, next to Dana’s head. They were spread so Shane could not control how his body reacted to either our stimulation or Dana’s mouth, and vice versa. Getting Dana’s meaty treat into Shane’s mouth was not difficult as a result of any resistance on the basketball jock’s part, but because Dana’s wicked cock curve and golf ball sized knob created a tonsil tickling experience for the big kid. Once they were tied, down, Donny went back and started the van. It was time to get outta there before anyone got suspicious. Plus it was getting late. Guys who were getting laid or their weekly blow jobs and hand jobs, were pulling out of the back rows. We informed Shane and Dana that by the time we got back to the school, they had both better cum, or we’d park in the service lane behind the school, and work ’em another hour. They gurgled around each other’s fat prongs, and wiggled their hands and toes to register their objections. But even those movements, working their throat muscles, caused their randy rods to start the inevitable teen boner scene. Slowly our meat brained jocks were erecting again, for our pleasure and amusement. I gave them one more lecture as we left the drive-in.

“You fucking scum bags like it being on the bottom? Like being treated like whores with big clits…? Maybe that’s what you’ve needed all along and didn’t know it….maybe your itchy twats need some relief too…that it dick boys?…you need to have your hardons supervised so they stop aiming for chicken pussy, and hoping to get jerked and sucked when they should be saving it for the team and to make you the All-American boys you try to act like? You boys have stopped following coach’s orders…keeping your dicks hard and your balls full so you give the team your all and concentrate on your school work so you can stay eligible. You’ve been spending too much time pulling your puds, or looking for ways to get sucked until your big long toes curl. Well we’re gonna change all that. Lemme tell how it’s gonna be, starting tonight. You’re only gonna cum if you do it spontaneously, and until you do shoot without someone’s help, we’re gonna use everything we can find on your worthless bodies to make you feel horny and in need of desperate relief. Those big dicks which have been so used to being jerked and sucked to sleep at night, are gonna be chained and restrained. You’re gonna want to cum so bad that you’ll let us take you into one of the school johns, pull down your pants, and jerk you just for some relief. Course we’re not gonna let ya cum…no fuckwads, you’re gonna need it bad, but get it only once in a while…and then only when we give ya permission….times have changed for a couple of big dick boys like you…. And another thing…if we tell you to drop you pants, you better drop ’em..get it? You’ll be going to the john and maybe one of us will hold your dick while you pee, and another will supervise taking shits, to make sure you clean those dung holes properly. You’ll have toe inspections to make sure you’re healthy in body and mind, enemas to clean out shit from your rectums, and cavity searches regularly. You boys are gonna be angels for the rest of school year, and by the time your graduate your dicks will be hard every day, your balls full of scum and your behavior changed.”

I don’t know if it was my lecture, their fear, or the conscienceless cocks that erected in their grasping throats, but those boys were drooling pre-scum on each other’s tongues and throats within minutes of starting the engine of the van. Rick and I each slipped on a finger which we had cut off from a thick rubber glove used to clean fish. We had used Crazy Glue and stuck onto the rubber surface the part of Velcro strips that have the pliable but rough eyelets. Lubed generously, these fuck finger ‘rubbers’ acted as an amazing incentive to our two big dicked boys. They sucked with gusto when Rick and me slipped our thick digits up their bungs, and started to frig them in earnest. At the same time, we scratched under their armpits, in their ears, and down their rib cages, until the two jocks squirted their last wads of the evening down each other’s throats. In the case of Shane, it was perfect that Dana’s prick was so nicely curved, because it helped overcome the fact that the gism was going upwards before it slipped down his throat. We finger banged both boys until we were sure their poles were flagging, and then, as we arrived back at the high school, we untied them from each other.

After returning them to the darkened field house, we left them blindfolded, naked, with their feet hobbled by ropes but their hands free. We left their clothes, and informed them that we would contact them for a trip to the cabin during spring break. We also left both pictures and negatives which we had promised to turn over after our night in the van…just not all of them.

If our goal had been to break the spirit of these arrogant, high school jocks, we had succeeded. They had always been able to get their way through school, being the biggest and strongest, or the most talented in the games which separate the little boys from the big ones. But like all guys their age, who enjoy the success in athletics, they took more than was their share. They wanted to use people as tokens to confirm their status. But we had caught ’em in the act, and now, they were going to be tokens of our enjoyment for the rest of the school year. The week before we left for spring, break, they received further messages indicating that more pictures would be turned over if they continued to cooperate with us. They whined to each other, but the next rendez-vous was on time, and the jock punks were obedient dick slaves. We had ’em, and as long as we turned over pics when we finished a session, they seemed to accept the bargain, albeit begrudgingly. What they did not know was that while they had been giving each other a “69” in the van, we had taken pictures, as well as when we made each guy eat gism and a few others of them getting jerked off. These new pictures, formed the basis of ongoing frustration for each of them, and insured that we would have full cooperation in spite of their anger.

The week of Spring Break at the cabin was cool. We drained more jock gism in those five days than I thought humanly possible, even from big dicked boys like Dana and Shane. Ever jerked off a basketball player with your toes? Well Donny, Rick and I took turns on Shane’s long fuck stick and the punk performed like a champ, unable to resist the strong, long toes of three sixteen year olds. And there was a game of who could make Dana cum the fastest…I won, hands down, so to speak finding new and inventive ways to work that oversized, dick head on his ever hard pecker. Teaching each of these guys to suck our dicks, sniff our balls, and lick our assholes was hog heaven…sixteen year old punks turning the big men on campus into crawling, sniffing, cocksucking punk slaves. Jez, what a life.

The school year is almost over, but I’ve got a summer deal with Kevin, Dana’s younger brother who just turned fourteen. We’re gonna find out how many different ways we can teach Dana to service his brother before he goes off to college, and how long we can keep his jock dick hard without letting him cum. This afternoon we’ve got a special treat in store for him. He’s tied down, in an arc, on a huge truck wheel rim I borrowed from Rick’s uncle’s garage. Me and Kevin padded it, so we could strap Dana down in a arc, with his chest bowed out, his dick and balls totally exposed, his mouth gagged, and his body totally vulnerable. Kevin wants to use the vacuum hose along with the smallest bristle nozzle on his brother, while I’ve rigged up a special condom for Dana’s cock filled with mixture of lube and powdered rag weed. While he’s focused on trying to deal with his prick covered in terribly itching little red bumps, and the bristles of the vacuum cleaner scouring his body…I’ll fingerbang him with the velcro covered rubber finger sheath and tickle his feet nicely padded and soft feet. Kevin’s decided that his brother should sniff and suck his already size nine feet, with their own set of long, muscular teenage toes. We managed to get Dana to agree to do it whenever Kevin asked, and so that afternoon later on, in order to give his itching boner some relief, we let Dana off the tire rim and allowed him to lie on his stomach, hand bound behind his back and feet shackled, eyes blindfolded, so he could use his teeth to unlace Kevin’s high tops, and pull of his white sweat socks before he sniffed and suckled his younger brothers sexy feet. Shit…yeah! It was a great afternoon, and what a graduation gift for a boy like Dana.

Years later after we had all graduated from high school, I learned that Shane went to a small Christian college in Nebraska and ended up a six foot seven inch forward on the basketball team in a Division III program. But I heard he had a roommate in college, a 5′ 7″ reserve guard with an attitude a mile long and oversized feet and toes to match. He apparently learned how to suck those toes on a daily basis, and often found himself strapped down in unusual positions at night so he couldn’t play with his helpless horny dick and relieve his bloated balls. I don’t know where he is today, but I’m sure he’s being carefully managed.

Dana went to the University of Iowa on a scholarship and married a sorority girl who kept him working on her muff day and night, licking her to the pleasure she felt he owed her for the privilege of sleeping in her bed. But every time he visited home and met up with his brother Kevin, I knew Dana was kept in his place. Kevin kept some of the pictures we made, and an always expected his brother to remain respectful and adoring across time. Kevin’s feet have grown to an adult size thirteen, and Dana still knows every nook and cranny, not to mention his little brother’s nine inch prick.

Growing up with Rick and Donny was the best thing that ever happened to me. Even now, as we’re all grown adults, with families of our own, we still keep in touch. None of us moved away. There’s something about good buddies, their memories, and their collection of pictures, that makes living in this town, a cum soaked fucking good time.

The End