Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2006 20:13:08 -0800 From: Story Teller <email@example.com> Subject: Nik's Life - Part V Nik's Life - Part V "Reality: Transposed, Exposed and Imposed" =============== Once again, let's cover the obligatory stuff: This is a complete work of fiction. It is not based on anyone or anything. Any similarity to any previously exist(ed/ing) noun (i.e. person, place or thing) is purely coincidental. If the sex reminds you of anything, you either have had some great sex that I knew (or know) absolutely nothing about, or you have an equally vivid imagination. No names were changed to protect anyone or anything because, in case you are not paying attention, it is a complete work of fiction. If you are not legally allowed to read this story, then don't. There, I've said it...so, if you do read it, then it's totally on you. I own this story and anything it is, or that can be drawn from it. I retain all rights except for those specifically surrendered to the Nifty Erotic Stories Archive for their publication online. No other conveyance of the contents of this story may be brought into being, regardless of method (including, but not limited to, handwritten, typed, electronic, cave painting, smoke signals, etc). I think you get the idea. All that having been said; I hope you enjoy the story. =============== Nik's face flushed as he stood up from his seat. Coach Walken hadn't even looked at him, but had responded as if he was sitting there just waiting for him to ask. It fucked with his mind again to think of Coach Walken's potential complicity, even if it were knowledgeable silence. Perhaps the coach himself, in younger years, had used some of the other boys, and just knew the deal implicitly. It was all beginning to blur into the overwhelming confusion of the previous twenty four hours. Though Nik normally didn't give up his philosophical dilemmas so quickly, he began to rationalize that the coach did do the same when he was a kid, and it was just a matter of fact part of life. At any rate, he didn't' have time to think of it just then anyway. He needed to get upstairs to the bathroom and meet up with Tommy. Casually, he walked to the classroom door. Nik stepped through the oversized portal with it's opaquely ripple textured window pane, closing the heavy wooden door as quietly as he could. But, as soon as the locking mechanism clicked behind him, he began running down the hall at full speed. He was still a few minutes early and figured if he was in place when Tommy got there, things might move along more quickly. Perhaps Tommy would come in and be pleased with Nik in position already, mouth agape and waiting patiently for the football player to insert his sex starved penis. Tommy's girl was on the rag, which was good news for Nik. That meant Tommy's cock would be hard and tingling before it ever even slid across his tongue. He figured that the entire encounter should probably not take more than a few minutes. Then it was a couple of quick swallows of Tommy's ultra thick jelly-style load and he'd be back to work. He dreaded the thought of trying to swallow Tommy's glue-like cum. And the taste was totally nasty as well, still cum but with a super-concentrated flavor. Nik recalled how many times in the past he would swallow it, and even rinse out his mouth afterward, only to spend the next several hours with Tommy's gritty aftertaste. He might make the blow job quick, but the residual coating of Tommy's mess would line his mouth for half of the day, possibly even until he was sitting in detention. Nik's heart skipped a beat as he once again thought about how much crap he'd have to deal with, and how much explaining he'd have to do, if he ended up getting detention. He ran more quickly up the stairs, wishing just then that the male teachers would react to his puppy dog eyes the way the female teachers did. If that were so, he thought, detention wouldn't be an issue. He'd just flutter his baby-brown's at the guy and skate through the issue, arriving home on time as usual. But, it was not so, and Nik knew it. Nope, he knew that his only option, his only hope, was to offer up his mouth and to engage his professional tongue as best he could. Yep, Tommy was in for one hell of a blow job today, he thought as he ran. Like a flash, Nik was darting up the stairs leaping across sometimes two or three at a time. Once on the next floor, however, he immediately slowed to a walking pace. From the other end of the hall, he could see another tall and lanky form turning the corner toward him. He could see long blonde hair in the distance, and the trademark leather wallet and chain Nik had given him that year for his birthday. "FUCK" he thought aloud, immediately assuming the worst; it was Tony. Nik almost panicked, not knowing how to deal with his friend who was countering his path to the bathroom. It wasn't that this bathroom was off limits, but it was certainly out of the way, and anybody who saw him here held a very strong possibility of figuring out that he was one of the jock's bitch boys. He'd kept the secret for so long and he just couldn't let Tony find out, at least not now, when he was least prepared to explain it. He had to think quickly, and find a way to ditch one of his best friends. "Hey you Scum of a Bitch" Nik called to his friend. He figured that making the first move would give him the advantage he needed to distract his friend. The variation of SOB that they'd adopted would work nicely toward that end. "'Sup Bean-pole?" replied his friend; a smile on his face, albeit more of a grin. Tony was really the proverbial pot calling the kettle black. Being nearly six two himself, he was somewhat heavier than Nik. Tony's one hundred seventy five pound body had significantly more muscle on it. Though he never hit the weight room, he did have a home setup that his brother had left him after he had gone off to college. Tony used the bench press part of it quite a bit, trying to give himself some definition to his otherwise lanky frame. That and Tony's California surfer look made him quite sought after by the chicks in their Goth crowd. Bean-pole? That was a new one, thought Nik momentarily. But he didn't miss a beat with his usual wit coming to his aid. "I got your bean pole right here bitch." Nik grabbed his generous crotch as he said it. He smiled a half-smile, nervously hoping his facade of joy at this chance encounter would have the desired effect. But he couldn't help notice Tony take a longer than normal, though somewhat purposeful look down at Nik's fist-clenched flaccid denim cock. The thought was quickly discarded as Nik's subconscious accepted the odd instance as involuntary curiosity shared by all straight boys and the bodies of their peers. "Yeah, I've seen it, remember?" Tony smiled a genuine smile as he exaggerated and busted Nik's chops. "It's more like just a bean." A chuckle escaped him as he said it, and continued his quest to outdo Nik's jibe. "The bigger question is where did they plant the seed to grow it...and whose pole planted it?" Of course it was required that their chop busting involve dicks, farts, pussies or any combination thereof. "Yeah, you wish bitch!" Nik's nerves were rattling a bit. Tony's comment had struck just a little too close to the truth for him. He reminded himself that he'd never been fucked up the ass before, and that it was just his own paranoia. Nik's brief shock at the comment left him off guard. He tried to regain his composure. "Ha...ha...ha Tony, you know this hole is EXIT only" "Well, I don't know about all that. But, you're such a wussy that you'd sure be lookin' for the smallest dick around." Tony smiled at Nik, glancing at his friend's still fist-clenched groin. "Not like the one in your fucking death grip though." Tony chuckled pointing with his finger toward Nik's clenched fist. "Seriously dude, you can let it go man." His laughter elevated just a bit, off pitch, almost indicating to Nik that a facade of Tony's own might be in play. Nik chuckled back nervously, releasing his grasp on his cock. The conversation was getting suddenly awkward. Nik thought that it was certainly him and his paranoia. After all, Tommy Keller would be turning the corner any minute and that would be it...Game Over. He sensed a similar urge to leave the conversation from Tony. Thankfully, his friend would find his opportunity first. "Well dude, I gotta run man." Tony started moving. "I'm...uh...late for, um, Geography, so..." he left the sentence unfinished. "Yeah, me too man." Nik could feel an incredible sense of relief. All that was left was to pretend to leave; then he could head into the bathroom, duck into the stall and wait for Tommy. "Gimme a call later dude, maybe we can fuck around or something." "Sure, prolly around say seven-ish? Maybe we'll go to Pizza Burger." Tony was already moving past Nik toward the stairwell, he walked at a nervously quick pace. "Yeah, that works. Cya." Nik finally made his goodbye and turned toward his original path from which Tony had just come, and the same path that would take him to his destination. "Cya." Tony trotted down the stairs. Success! Nik walked slowly, almost meandering as he gave Tony time to get out of ear shot. After a few seconds, with Tony's steps now silenced by the distance, Nik did a one-eighty and headed for the boy's lavatory. He pulled slowly on the heavy first door to the bathroom, certain that the odd squealing of the ancient overhead hinge would emanate through the walls, alerting anyone in the bathroom of his intrusion. His still lingering paranoia taunted him, making the hinge's wailing louder than normal as he pushed open the door and into the entry way on the right side of a small foyer. A similar heavy door was situated on the left side of the opposite wall of the little room, which provided entry into the bathroom itself. As the first door closed behind him, he stopped for a moment to tap four times on the second door. It was the same warning system that had kept him from getting caught sucking cocks here a few times. TAP TAP TAP TAP Nik gave the signal that he was not an Administrative threat to whatever might be happening within. He wondered if anyone was warned this particular time, or if the place was empty. Nik wondered if he would find a stall door closed when he got inside with an apparently singular pair of legs just inside of it, standing noticeably farther back from the position of the toilet. He would know soon enough. And, if there was, he knew there would the bitch boy on the toilet seat being forced to continue sucking on the horny cock of whoever owned the legs. Nik curiosity recalled some of the many times he'd listened to the sucking noises as another weaker, smaller, kid struggled to keep a lust ridden teenage cock under control with his mouth. Many times he had heard the sloppy slurping of saliva as it was painted across the hot flesh of those cocks, and sucked back off again, over and over. Nik had made the very same sounds many time as his mouth pussy was relentlessly face fucked. As Nik opened the second door, he wondered who the hell had designed such a bathroom for a High School. Opening the door and turning to the right, he stepped toward the long double row of sinks that ran side by side, five apiece, down the long room in front of him. The walls were covered with green tiles that appeared to be nearly new, though he knew the school was nearly sixty five years old. As he moved toward the sinks, he turned left and entered a small walkway that led to another green tiled room. Again, Nik hung ninety degree right turn, entering into a room with two rows of bathroom stalls running along each of the left and right walls. Nik proceeded directly to Tommy's designated stall; the last one on the right. He quickly moved into the stall and got into position, preparing for Tommy who would be there any minute. He pulled his legs up onto the toilet seat, sitting cross-legged in a Native American pow-wow position. Nik hoped it would make it easier for Tommy to continue face fucking him in the event someone entered the bathroom without the signal. As he pulled up his legs onto the seat, he wondered if he had come up with the idea on his own, or if this was some jock tradition that was passed along from bitch boy to bitch boy, affording the jocks better nuts to bust. What a strange thing to ponder, he thought, but it still hooked into his curiosity to wonder where he'd gotten the idea. But he would not think of it for long. Just in time he thought, as he heard the bathroom's outer door hinges squeak, and then the four warning taps. This would be Tommy. This is it, he thought, I need to suck on this fucker's prick like there's no tomorrow. In preparation, he opened his mouth and closed his eyes, taking up a position of both readiness and obedience on the toilet seat. He allowed the door to the stall to remain open, hoping that his exposed position of vulnerability and a statement of willingness would add to Tommy's sexual excitement, making him cum that much more quickly. Two foreign voices began speaking over by the section with the sinks. The echoes of the whispering voices paled in comparison to the echoes of their sliding feet as the bodies made their way to the toilet section. "Fuck" Nik thought to himself, eyes snapping opened as he began to hear the whispers. This wasn't Tommy, it was someone else; no at least two someone else's, he thought. Nik's mouth closed as he moved to close his stall door. However, the fear of a noisy hinge here, and explaining his position on the toilet would be far more difficulty than he wanted to deal with. It never occurred to him that it just might be normal for someone to be closing a toilet stall door. But his mind was just so confused as of late. The previous days events and his fucked up morning; his urgency to get sucking on Tommy's hot glue gun, and it's near derailment via friendly encounter...all fucked with his reasoning. Instead, his plan would be to sit and hope he went unnoticed. "Where the fuck is Tommy?" he thought as the intruders spoke. "Oh man, I'm sorry I'm late." came Voice One. "I ran into someone I know, and I had to take a detour." Nik could not decipher its owner from the raspy wisp that barely vibrated the vocal chords. His heart pounded in his chest from paranoia, so greatly that it drummed into his ears, rattling his eardrums so loudly he thought they might hear it. "It's cool. I was almost late too." Voice Two was equally mysterious and equally as quiet. Nik couldn't tell if the either voice was recognizable or not, though each tickled and taunted his memory. Next he wondered why they were whispering at all. He would have to hear more from the boys, still standing at the entrance to the toilets, before he could fully determine their purpose there. "Dude, check the stalls." Voice Two whispered again. Nik's heart skipped a beat. "The doors are all open man" Voice One's reply was sarcastic, implying that he might have justifiably preceded it with the exclamation "Duh!" Wait a second...Nik's mental rolling index began turning, sorting through his memory of voices. Simultaneously however, he quickly looked around, ensuring that no part of him extended below the elevated bottom of the stall wall. "Hey, it's my ass if we get caught man!" Voice Two's clothing made a shuffling sound as the boy who owned them dropped to his hands and knees on the floor. "Just let me check under here and make sure." A few moments later the clothing reshuffled as the boy rose again. "OK, all clear." Nik held his breath against the desire to exhale in relief. "Well, you know..." began Voice One; this time quite audible, but trailing the words in innocent fashion."It's actually BOTH our asses if we get caught. It's still yours if we don't." Nik's mouth partially opened, involuntarily hanging as he realized who Voice One was. It was Tony, one of his best friends; the one whom he had just run into in the halls on his way there. Tony must have also been going to that bathroom, he realized; planning this clandestine meeting and altering the plan via the same set of necessities as Nik. The narrow jaw dropped even further when Voice Two's owner became clearer. "How do you figure?" Voice Two replied with a question. It was both their former boyhood friend, turned jock, Tim Johnson who replied, asking for clarification. "Well, your ass is gettin' fucked anyway." Tony's cavalier response took Nik by surprise. "You got that right bitch." Tim's reply was equally cavalier. "I've been thinking about that dick all week. How's 'your' butt?" he emphasized the word 'your'. Nik was confused as the jock's voice took on a peculiar tone and demeanor. "Well it's still right here man; indestructible. You can't do enough damage to this hot ass in that amount of time. You cum too quick." Tony's voice was almost a chuckle. "Oh yeah, well I have to with you. With the way you were whining..." Tim mimicked Tony from what was evidently a previous encounter. "Oh god it hurts, it's so big...oh god...oh it hurts." He chuckled at the other boy. "It turns me the fuck on when you whine like a bitch." "What can I say, it hurt." Tony's retort tinged of a genuine memory of the pain of Tim's cock. "But you sure as fuck didn't stop though, did you." "Dude, no way, that ass is fucking tight man." he paused "Well, tight as in 'good,' and of course tight as in 'tight'...you know what I mean, right?" he tried clumsily to separate the teen slang term for something 'really cool' from something warm that had flexed a sphincter muscle to choke his prick. "Besides, you first you whine...then you beg...." He mimicked Tim's evident alternative references during the same past encounter. "Oh god it's so big, it hurts...oh fuck this ass baby, bang this ass bitch." "Yeah, it sure was fuckin' hot." Tony replied, matter of factly. "I wish we were at your place, now", he continued, revealing to Nik the location of the previous encounter to which they were referring. "But, we aint boy, we got this place to ourselves...and today it's my turn Tim-old-pal." Tony's voice took on a happy tone. "So let's get the fuck in the stall. I'm so fucking horny it's amazing, so you better watch out cuz I'm gonna hurt that ass with the Tony Baloney." "Hells yeah!" Tim sounded genuinely excited. "Dude, look I brought some hand lotion in a baggie." "Cool, give it here." Tony's voice sounded appreciative. Nik could hear the boys' clothing ruffle as they moved toward a stall. Moments later he heard the clinking sound of metal on metal as the door slammed closed. Nik imagined urgency from the sound of the sliding lock mechanism being jammed into place. Almost immediately, he could hear the sounds of the boy's clothing, shuffling against each other, resuming their desperate embraces. "Ummmph...ah...oh...ummm..." the noises emanated from the stall as Tony and Tim engaged in a desperate hugging-struggle; the sounds clearly indicated kissing. Shuffling sounds abounded as they squeezed each other tightly; rubbing their arms about each other's back, kneading each others' musculatures all over. Breathing echoed about the room, bouncing off of the walls for anyone to hear. Their abandon reigned free in their sense of security at finding an entirely empty bathroom. The clutching of handfuls of t-shirts and polo-shirts could be heard, intermingled with the sounds of bodies banging against stall walls. The clothing rubbed back and forth against the skins of their wearers, the sound so loud it threatened to not mask the warning sounds of the hinge or taps to the bathroom door. In their security of aloneness, they urgently rubbed, squeezed, pulled and jerked on each other, each struggling to pull the other more tightly to their own warm bodies. Nik was now even more amazed. Not only were these guys there for voluntary sex, but it was clear that they were just plain regular fuck buddies. His mind swam with thoughts of his friend Tony, of memories of their youth. But nothing sexual was among them. Tim, however, was another story. Tim's long affectation with masturbation, and the deviant sexual fantasies that entered the conversations when they had been friends, removed a fair portion of Nik's confusion there. But could they really be getting 'that much' into it? And at school? No, he thought, as he remembered Troy's promise. Perhaps the bastard jocks had gone ahead and beaten and punked his friends anyway, despite Nik's long since adoption of his role as a jock bitch? Maybe Tony has been serving the jocks, but they've been keeping it from Nik? Sure, he thought, they wouldn't want Nik to know that they took his friends, despite his submission. Then he thought again; no, these guys were not really that deep, thought Nik. But what about their conversation? He thought. No, it seemed much more likely they were there as fuck buds. But he had to know for sure. Nik simply had to know what was going on in the other stall and prepared to leave the security of his stall to explore the other side of the room. "Ow..." exclaimed Tony, mumbling something being struck by Tim's teeth in a kiss. The comment was incoherently followed by a new sound, perhaps another kiss, but regardless of source it served to quiet his complaint. "Ngoommmmm..." It was mixed with a schmacking noise as Nik imagined the boys pressing their lips against each other. Oblivious to any potential voyeur, the sounds of their groping masked Nik's placement of his first foot onto the tile. The shuffling of feet and clothing, and still other unmistakable sounds of belt buckles, masked any noise Nik might have made. Confident, he placed his second foot on the floor, assumed a standing position in front of his toilet, and took his first nearly silent step into the open. Nik's heart skipped a beat as he heard the sound of his own wallet chain fall by his side as he moved. Though a single sound, which lasted a mere moment, the sounds in the other stall fell silent. He froze, completely unsure of what to do, or how to react. Though it fell but a fraction of an inch, it made an audible sound which was, in turn, greatly amplified by the devious green tiled acoustics of the bathroom. He had been heard. "Dude, what was that?" Tony's voice tickled Nik's fear as he stood frozen in his tracks, exposed in the open. Should Tony reach around and open the stall door, Nik would be busted. "What was what?" Tim voiced indicated that he hadn't heard anything. "That noise..." Tony's voice replied, striking further fear into Nik's now thumping heart. "It was that fucking biker chain on your wallet rattling around." Tim's voice changed, suddenly indicating that he 'had' heard something, but clearly was more focused on the task at hand. "I can't get this fucking buckle opened man, help me out." "Man, I can't believe they let you on the fucking football team." They both chuckled at Tony's jibe. "Here, move your hands. Let me get it." his voice indicating he was taking a bit more control of their situation. And then, moments later, Tony's baggy skater pants dropped to the floor with a heavy thud. Much to Nik's relief, the kissing sounds resumed, granting Nik a bit of confidence to move forward toward the other boys' stall. Nik fought back a sigh of relief at Tim's incorrect conclusion. Evidently, Tony was equally oblivious to the error. Nik remained still however, not wanting to offer them a second noise upon which they might triangulate the source. He waited a moment, allowing the other boys to go back about their business before moving again. Once he could hear the wet sounds of the boys hormonal reactions, he relaxed and moved again. Slowly, cautiously, Nik moved forward, being very careful to lift each foot as he stepped forward and place it silently onto the floor in front of him. Three...four...five steps...he was almost there as he traversed the sounds of lusty teenaged groping, and the sounds of the addition of Tim's own jeans dropping around his ankles, filling the room. Nik again froze in his tracks as Tony dropped to his knees. The pale thin legs of his friend formed a ninety degree angle, placing Tony's narrow chest along the length of Tim's thighs. There it was, Nik could see that it was his Goth friend, and not the jock that was to be the bitch here. This position would put Tony's warm mouth right on top of Tim's cock, allowing him to plunge the stiff prick right inside. Nik imagined Tony would soon be sucking on the same cock he'd sucked on several times, the same cock that had participated in Nik's rape and helped to deflower his virginal throat. His confusion began to subside. But clarity would be denied him just yet. Nik could see the leg movement as Tim was pulling Tony to his feet, and in turn the Goth punk's body closer into himself while he spoke. Long, deep kissing sounds filled the room, mixed with new moaning sounds as their intensity increased. Within moments, Tim's jock body dropped to its knees. Nik could not mistake the muscular thighs of Tim's legs as they pivoted at the knee to lie along his calves, allowing his round hairy ass to rest on his heels. Nik could see Tim's hands drop down to gently lay along the sides of Tony's standing calves, just below the knees and gripping the punk's leg. The compassion was evident as the strong hands of the football tight end lightly grazed upward along the light coating of hair on Tony's long legs, up and over the relatively bony knees of the Goth punk in front of him. "No way dude." Tim spoke aloud; his tone authoritative. "It's your Suck & Fuck, man...I'm doin' 'you' today." Tim's final emphasis on the word "you" restored Nik's original confusion. Tim continued to talk, clearing up many thoughts on the overall motivation of his friends...both current, and former. "Man, this is so fucking hot Tony!" The schmacking of kisses intermingled with his words. I wish we had a place together." schmack...schmack "I'd suck this fucking dick all the time man." schmack...schmack "You could bang this butt anytime we want..." schmack...schmack "...you could tie me up and fuck me..." Tim's tone, combined with his physical position, made it obvious that he was making-out with Tony's crotch, wooing it with his sweet talk as if he needed to convince Tony's prick to cooperate. Before long, the light caressing of hair was complemented by Tim's body rocking, back and forth, and the incomparable sound of a teenage boy's mouth gobbling up a hormone charged cock, sliding onto it and back off of it, again and again. Tim Johnson, a jock, was sucking Tony's cock...a Goth punk's cock...a weaker kid's cock. This certainly could not be good for Tim's reputation, thought Nik as he heard the slurping sounds and imagined the view of his former friend, now football tight end jock, sucking and slurping on Tony's cock. He had seen Tony's somewhat impressive cock many times in the shower. And, he had easily had enough spit slobbered cocks pistoning in and out of his own mouth enough to imagine what Tony's cock looked like in Tim's evidently hungry face hole. Nik recognized the carelessly loud volume of Tim's sucking mouth as genuine lust. Tim obviously wanted the cock in his mouth. He had involuntarily offered proof of that to Nik; first in word, and now by deed. Nik suddenly realized that the whole thing was turning him on. He knew he had just cum less than two hours before, and the dampness of the cum still lingered in his boxer briefs. Nik inwardly cursed his youthful hormones as he suddenly noticed his long stiff cock tenting out the denim of his jeans once again. The slurping and slobbering ran through Nik's ears and directly into the pleasure centers of his brain. He could sense extra synapses as the eroticism of the jock-on-punk role reversal allowed Punk to dominate Jock in a fashion truly uncharacteristic of the social makeup at their school. He liked the idea A LOT as he imagined Tony standing above Tim, looking downward at the stronger boy submitting to his will. Oh, it was clearly voluntary, but that didn't matter to Nik at just that moment. No, it served his fantasy much more to imagine Tim being forced to Tony's weaker will, as if at least 'one' stupid fucking jock understood the reality of their inferiority in the proverbial real world. Nik reached down, absently looking for his zipper as he approached the toilet stall. Finding the small brass tab, he ever so slowly pulled down the small piece of metal, slowly allowing the teeth of the zipper to silently separate one by one. Nik eased himself just outside the border of the adjacent stall closest the cocksucking duo. Schmack...slurp...suck...slurp...schmack The sounds masked that which Nik needlessly silenced on his own as he quietly moved into peeking position, simultaneously opening his jeans. He came to a halt just outside of any angle sufficient to provide a view, allowing his heartbeat to slow a bit as he prepared for his illicit peek. Nik was more focused on the sex and less on the lewdness of the moment as he took the time to reach his right hand into his jeans. Nik only needed to fish for a moment before locating the dry portion of his boxer briefs where the fly was located. He pulled out his throbbing nine inch nail, pausing a moment to look at it's redness in his hand. That cock had been through a lot in the last two days, but he tried not to think about that as he began slowly rubbing its length. Nik almost came immediately as his fist slid along the length of his cock. It was the first attention he had 'knowingly' paid his own cock in a few days. The familiar chill that fleeted across his spine came and went as his penis acknowledged its appreciation. Schmack...schmack...slurp...slurp...schmack...slurp the sounds filled the room with reckless abandon. Nik pumped his cock a bit faster. He closed his eyes, taking a glimpse into his imagination to pull forth a small fantasy. He imagined that Tony was forcing Tim. A bonus was added to Nik's fantasy as he imagined Tim, hands behind his back, tied with a piece of rope. He knew it wasn't possible here, but imagined the bigger boy, helpless and submissive; giving a superior, albeit weaker, cock its pleasure. Nik could see in his mind, the ropes that bound Tim's wrists and ankles. Another set of ropes bound Tim at the knees. And there was Tony, standing above him, feeding Tim his hard cock. Nik watched his mental video of Tony grabbing Tim by the hair, pulling him close and causing the "schmack" sound as he slapped the jock's sweaty head off of his hairy crotch bush. Tony was then pushing the jock's subservient face back, allowing him rare opportunities to breath. Tim's oxygen deprivation caused the boy to slurp on saliva as he strained to take in as much oxygen as possible in his few moments of tracheal freedom. He watched the fantasy as Tony pulled his cock out, readying it to shoot its slimy cream onto Tim's bitch face. But reality did not follow that path; it would not be such a tame encounter. "Dude, get up." Tony again commanded his prick sucking peer. The energy wave emanated through the wall and into Nik's now fear frozen fist on his cock. "Bend over and tell me you want me to bang the hell out of that ass!" In a flash, Tim was on his feet. The supernatural manner in which Tim seemed to elevate from kneeling to standing position surprised their voyeur as the cocksucker quickly stood and spun around, replying as requested. "Hells yeah, plant that bean pole up in that ass." The jock did not cease to amaze Nik as he quickly took position, offering up his jock ass for a punk's cock. Tim's legs spread as far as they could against the denim leg manacles around his ankles. "Get that lotion" "Yeah, I got it right here." Tony replied, legs and knees moving in small circular motions. Nik once again began sliding his fist on his pole. The motions in Tony's legs were a clear indication that he was rubbing the hand moisturizer onto his cock. A few white drops of the thick liquid could be seen falling a few inches in front of him. Nik could tell that Tony was now applying some onto Tim's anus. Nik's cock swelled almost painfully as he imagined Tim, some supposedly big tough jock, bent over the toilet in a sleazy boy's lavatory, giving his asshole to some skinny anarchist, allowing him to apply hand lotion so that he might fuck him. Nik's fantasy had Tim with his back arched slightly downward, and ass propped up with its pink hole properly offered up for the Goth punk's intellectually superior fuck stick. Nik could hear the slapping of Tony's fingers as they applied the lotion to Tim's hole...a hole Tony had evidently fucked before. Nik continued fucking his cock into his fist. He found himself anxiously enjoying the unfamiliar sounds of anal sexuality. "Hhhnnnnn...." It wasn't clear who moaned, the fucker, or the fuckee. "Whooooooo...." It was clear that something was sliding into somewhere. "Dude, loosen it up some..." Tony's voice was much quieter than it had been. His body generated his lustful hormones at a frantic pace, dominating his thought processes and depriving him of proper speech. "C'mon dude, let me up in there." He 'asked' much more than 'commanded' this time around. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....." was Tim's long whispered response. There was no mistaking that sound of pleasure. "Oh, shit yeah." Tony's slightly more audible response indicated Tim's compliance. "Oh fuck yeah man...that's it." "Oh, fuck yeah." Tim's voice was riddled with lust as he matched, and then outdid, Tony's comment. "Shove that dick up in my butt man." All of a sudden he seemed to be taking charge, albeit late in the game. "Do it!" his voice rose, almost uncomfortably loud for their semi public location. "Ram it in there...ram that fucking dick up my butt!" "Urrrggghhhhh..." By the sound of things, Tony had obliged Tim's request and rammed his fuck stick into Tim's hungry asshole. "uhnnn...uhnnn...uhnnn..." came the rhythm of Tony's voice as he began fucking the jock bent over the toilet in front of him. Tony did not make Tim scream in agony with his thrust, but it was clear that he gave Tim what he was looking for. "Yeah...yeah...yeah..." Tim's voice bounced with each utterance of the word, responding to the rough marauding of his asshole. "Fuck...yeah...To...nee...fuck...me...fuck..." the boy sounded like a fucking machine to Nik as he rode the hot stiff young flesh that penetrated his rectum. "Uhnnn...uhnnn...uhnnn...ride...that...dick...bitch..." Tony assumed a similar speech pattern, struggling to get his words out, allocating only a single syllable to each lustful thrust of his hips. Over and over he rammed his sensitive cock into Tim's captivating hole. Nik's hand sped up to almost blurring as it ran up and down along the end of his cock. The noises in the stall had sufficiently increased in volume so as to hide the sounds of his jerking fist. Even the smacking of foamy precum which formed under his purplish mushroom cockhead was muffled as he pumped his cock amidst the sounds from the other side of the wall. Suddenly though, Nik stopped as an interesting new scent wafted into his nose. It was unlike anything he'd ever smelled before; a human smell, but not like anything he'd ever experienced. It wasn't like sweat or other waste products. No, it was sexual, with a strangely mucous sort of odor, but certainly not at all unpleasant to him. In fact, he enjoyed this scent. It was a thick smell that took hold of his mind, permeating his gray matter with a hormone, or testosterone, or possibly a combination of that and any number of other adolescent hormones that charged the sexual fury of their lives. Nik could feel the odor affecting him somehow, as if a five thousand percent increase in endorphin production had suddenly gone into effect. "That's the smell of FUCKING" he realized in his mind; emphasizing the word "fuck" even in his thoughts. This is what it smelled like to fuck another boy up the butt. And, from the sound of it, the experience was pretty fucking hot. Just being near to it was driving Nik wild, and he wondered desperately what it must be like to be part of the human bonding in his friend' "Oh holy fucking christ Tony." Tim's breathy words echoed loudly off of the tiles. "Aahhnnnnn...uhnnn...mmmnnnnn...oh...oh...oh..." His moans and lascivious comments threatened to draw in anybody who might happen to be within earshot of the lavatory's exterior door. "Do you feel the way I'm sucking your cock up into my ass Tony?" Tim's comments pulled even harder on the tension of Nik's ability to rationalize this whole situation. "Can you feel my asshole wrapping around your dick man?" "I feel you dude, I feel you." Tony's voice was saturated with a sultry even tone, connecting with the other boy's lust in a now audible way. "I'm up inside of you man, I'm up inside of you. I'm fucking your asshole Timmy. I'm fucking you like a dog." Tony hammered the words through his own vocal chords as he hammered his cock into Tim's jock cunt. He reminded Tim that he was taking that cunt for a ride, and enjoying the fact that Tim liked riding it." "Oh fuck that feels good." Tim shocked Nik as he threw down some genuine 'bitch' jargon. "Is that ass good enough for you man?" he didn't wait for an answer. "I'm making it loose now baby, I'm making that shit loose for you like a bitch's pussy." Tim was talking like a streetwise whore, letting Tony know that his young boy pussy was there for the skinny kid's taking. "Oh, fuck man, that feels so fucking good Tony...fuck me harder man, make my ass wet and sloppy." They were losing themselves in their sexual melee, and Nik's curiosity was getting the better of him. He needed to 'see' what was happening. Nik needed to know if this were genuine, or role playing fantasy. Was this lust, or duress? ...and he knew that only in seeing the physical behavior could he answer the question for himself. Regardless, however, the fantasy in Nik's mind was certainly reaching deep within his balls, dutifully bringing him as close to orgasm as he dared to be in his precarious situation. But, despite the danger...he leaned to his left and gave himself a brief one second glimpse as he looked through the narrow vertical gap created between the stall's door and hinge fixture. Nik's knees bent slightly as his mind processed the sheer eroticism of the still frame exposure. Tony's milky white ass cheeks were clenched as the boy's hips pushed forward. His narrow frame partially obscured the bent over form of Tim Johnson which was obviously impaled upon his cock. Tim's head was frozen in time, drooped down, as he eagerly accepted the pounding attack emanating perpendicularly from Tony's hips. Just as quickly, the sexual snapshot began fading from freshness in Nik's mind. He needed more; he had to look once more. So again he leaned left, then back, to refresh his masturbation fantasy with another shot. This shot was similar. Tony's fatless butt cheeks once again clenched in the fore thrust; but this time the jock's head was lifted upward, his hair slightly raised as if the boy's head was being thrown upward in the throes of passion. Nik was barely breathing as his cock threatened him again with orgasm, responding to both his fist and the sounds from the fucking teens barely two feet from where he stood. SQUEEEAAAALLLLLL Everybody froze; bodies and cocks. Tony froze with his cock frozen deep within the hungry suction of Tim's quivering asshole. Tim too, with cock, mid-dangle; though the stream of pre-cum leaking from it's tingling head surrendered to the gravity, in spite of the immobility of its wellspring. Nik too froze, hard cock clutched in his bony fingered fist. But it seemed to be Nik who realized most quickly the position he was in. It was only a moment that he was distracted by the fading metallic squeal echoing off of the tiled walls. Here was someone coming into the bathroom, and there was Nik, trapped in the open, lecherously peering through the crack in a toilet stall doorway to see the butt fucking on the other side. Momentarily confused and ashamed of his actions, Nik just stood there with his precum leaking penis in his hand. His penis ached in protest as the fuel of his fantasies, this newfound interesting activity, had been suddenly shut off. It wanted to hear the other boys back at it. It wanted Nik to steal more glimpses of Tony's hot ass pumping forward into the jock's hungry hole, or maybe withdrawing and pulling forth more of that delicious odor to waft about the room. But it really didn't matter what his cock wanted just then. Nik knew that this had to be Tommy coming into the bathroom, en route to satisfying his own neglected lust. Yes, Nik regained his sense of prioritization, and he figured he'd be best in position when Tommy arrived. But how was he to get there without making noise and exposing his peeping tom activities to the other boys in the stall? Nik knew he didn't have time to consider any of that as the first of four warning taps on the door reverberated, announcing the relative safety of the identity of the knocker entering into the whole strange foray. TAP TAP TAP TAP Nik decided `noise-be-damned' and ran back to Tommy's stall. He ignored the sounds of his own footsteps on the tiled floor as he moved toward the stall so that he could quickly position himself on the ovular plastic seat. Poorly hiding even more noise from his wallet chain, it clinked as he got into final position in front of the cold water pipes. He could hear Tommy's footsteps coming closer and the big kid's expensive cross trainers dragging along the floor, intermittently making a sliding noise, and then the firm rubber-soled tap of a purposefully taken proper step. Nik's heart pounded in his chest as he pulled his legs up onto the toilet, clanking the chain yet again as he crossed them and tucked his feet up under himself. He feared the noise he was making, praying that the coital interrupted teens didn't realize that he had been eavesdropping and peeking on them. A hot flash ran through his head as he moved about, shifting for as much comfort as possible. It never occurred to him that he should not have been nervous. After all, this was one of the places in the school where shit like this happened. But Nik was beginning to feel nervous and ashamed at his having lustfully invaded Tony and Tim's privacy. What they were doing was clearly not forced, though they seemed to play the master and servant role in a versatile manner, unlike the normal sex within those tiled walls. They were fucking each other, and each of them wanted to do it. And, what mattered more to him was that they had been fucking each other for at least some short period of time. Unexplainably, it brought over him an incredible wash of self comfort. He couldn't explain it to himself but somehow he connected with the sex he had so immorally watched. There was the most inexplicable way that it made him feel; best described to himself as, well...just plain "good." And that smell? He wanted to smell that smell again, but more closely next time. Nik was again pissed however; as he realized that he might have gotten a bit closer if he had only had a few more seconds; perhaps just another peek through the door. However, he thought, leave it to Tommy to fuck things up. "God Damn it smells like sex up in this bitch!" The deliberately loud voice confirmed for the entire group that Tommy was the new occupant of the bathroom. "Somebody's gettin' them some muthafuckin A-S-S!" he spelled out the last word, emphasizing the letters louder and louder, much like his approaching cross trainers as he continued walking while he spoke. Tommy had just spoken the last "S" as he arrived at the stall to see Nik's widely stretched and waiting mouth. Nik said nothing as he made eye contact with Tommy's big form standing at the doorway to the stall. Quietly, obediently, he looked up at Tommy's big hazel eyes, situated below his oddly over-protruding brow. His dark brown hair had evidently just been shaven within the last week; practically to the skin, all up the sides of his head, tapering into Frankenstein style flatness atop his noble bone structure. His whole overall look perfectly complemented the US Marines t-shirt that clung to his well defined Pecs. The US Marine Corps motif was Tommy's chosen image, and it was no secret that Tommy's family had a long history of Marines, dating back to his great grandfather. It was well known that Tommy too would be happily screaming "Hoo-rah" within a relatively short time from just then. Nik didn't know why, but for some odd reason he couldn't help but notice the recruiting poster look created by owner of the cock he was about to suck. Nik found himself scanning his eyes across the round Pecs atop Tommy's gym bodied torso. Uniquely to that encounter, he found himself looking more closely, trying to imagine the solid midsection that lay beneath the skin tight t-shirt; a musculature that would be envied by any guy. He lost track of the moments as he looked through the t-shirt, as if with x-ray vision, at the taut abs of his flat stomach. Nik followed the mogul of Tommy's six-pack following the skin tight t-shirt as it disappeared into the top of Tommy's khaki cargo pants. Nik's acute attention to detail contributed to his fantasy, adding the body heat that he imagined separating the lightly hairy flesh of Tommy's smooth stomach from the soft cotton of the jock's t-shirt. Nik followed the t-shirt down past the big kid's belt line until he could see the clear outline of Tommy's already hard cock through the fabric. Involuntarily, Nik licked his lips, readying himself to give Tommy a cock-sucking like no other he was probably expecting. He looked up at Tommy, searching for approval to begin his work on Tommy's prick. Tommy smiled widely at the obedience Nik was showing. He liked it as Nik's eyes looked over his body, interpreting it as a sign of respect that the scrawny little punk would appreciate the perfect-ness of his physique. Tommy's cock twitched as Nik's eyes fell upon the average sized dick that trailed down the bigger boy's right leg. Nik saw the cock twitch under the fabric. He wanted it. He didn't know why, but he did. Maybe it was the sexuality in the room, maybe it was his realizations over the last few days, Nik didn't know for sure. But he did want to suck Tommy's cock. He wanted to fuck Tommy's asshole too. He wanted to take the bigger pre-marine kid and bend him over a toilet like Tim was and fuck his sloppy idiot jock asshole. Nik's mind raced with disgusting thoughts and desires. His imagination suddenly created the raunchiest of situations in his mind; things that he had never thought of before. But, his hopes and dreams of punking Tommy's asshole would be brought to an abrupt halt. Tommy himself would drag along with it any hope of continued secrecy of Nik's role as jock bitch from his friend. "Damn Nik, you look like you're ready to take this fucking cock boy." Tommy made no attempt to be quiet. "Shut the fuck up you stupid fucking jock." Nik's angry reply remained only inside of his head. Tommy would certainly give him a swift punch in the head had it been otherwise. Instead, he sat there with his mouth opened, inwardly wanting the military jock to put his dick in his mouth. "Geeezum Themopolous, you got your fucking cock out and everything." Tommy taunted Nik. He had unwittingly embarrassed him in the process since, in his haste to get into position, Nik had forgotten that his nine inch rod still poked from his open zipper. Unfortunately, it was also made clear to the butt fucking couple that he was in the room with them. At least he knew that Tony would piece it all together. "You been beating off to the sounds of someone getting' some Ass Nik?" the question was rhetorical as Tommy asked it and then stood there smiling. Nik wanted him to shut up, but knew he was helpless in front of Tommy. In desperation, he followed his gut reaction and, as usual, figured the best approach was to get down to business. He didn't give Tommy any further chance to talk as he reached out and grabbed the kid's fly. It wasn't clear to Nik just why, but he really wanted to get this dick in his mouth. Never before had he felt like he actually 'wanted' to suck someone's cock, but the sexual foray he'd been peeking in on was waking desires he never knew he had. Nik projected that energy, running it through the conduit of his sex drive. He looked back up at Tommy, now standing with arms folded at the subservient little punk on the toilet and yanked down Tommy's zipper. Nik anxiously reached inside and quickly finding the opening of Tommy's boxer shorts. With one hand, Nik surprised himself as he deftly undid the button on the designer shorts' opening, and allowed Tommy's stiff hefty cock to poke free. Nik wasted no time pulling the cock into his mouth while he used a hand to push closed to his own toilet stall. Almost immediately the butt fucking resumed. Though there was no more talking, the continual grunting and slapping of crotch to ass cheeks echoed about the room. "Mmmph...pant...grunt...slap...mmph...pant...grunt...slap..." the cycle began to repeat. The butt fuckers had a different rhythm now, a more desperate rhythm, as if the world was ending, or they might be interrupted. Mmmph...pant...grunt...slap... again, it cycled. It was unclear now who was making which noises or grunts, and Nik realized why. They were fucking their brains out over there; a Goth punk with his ripe young prick buried deep inside of the twitching asshole of a jock. This asshole twitched fervently on the backside of a jock that was supposed to take his pleasure from the other, weaker kid. But Nik knew that the jock liked the cock in his boy pussy. The term renewed the lust in Nik's cock, causing it to jerk along the scratchy denim and metal zipper opening of his jeans. Tommy, on the other hand, was in heaven. For some reason, the little punk cocksucker was digging his prick in his face. It always struck Tommy as convenient that Nik was always accessible. Nik was of course one of the jock's bitches, owing to some bullshit disagreement that pissed Troy McHenry off some time before, but Nik just seemed like one of those guys that could have resisted. At any rate, today the kid was taking his adolescent prick like a champ and he wasn't about to ruin that. He grabbed the sides of Nik's head, gently cupping his strong fingers around the kid's silken black hair. Tommy guided Nik's face in and out, up and down while he sucked Tommy's cock. The sensation sent intense thrills down Tommy's fuck-starved cock. His girlfriend's monthly visitor and a lack of cash had kept him from pumping his load into anybody's mouth for quite some time and he really appreciated the unexpected vigor at which Nik seemed to be gobbling up his dick. Mmmph...pant...grunt...slap, continued to echo about the room. Nik could swear that that he could smell that delicious smell, but wasn't sure the hormone laden mucous smell could make it all the way to his stall. Regardless, his cock responded, jerking in his crotch, telling Nik how much it enjoyed its ability to peek into the light of day. Nik sucked harder on the cock in his mouth, enjoying the sensation of Tommy's guiding hands, not pushing but instead following his head. Nik's warm mouth slathered spit along the hard flesh poking into his face. The saltiness of Tommy's body sweat sent shivers through his body, intensifying the sensations in his cock. Nik could not recall having ever felt so sensual while he prostituted his mouth for the horny jocks. He reached down and grabbed his dick, gripping it with clenched fist as he began sliding up and down. Tommy looked down and saw Nik's long dick poking out of his jeans. At first he was annoyed and put off by Nik's exposing his cock to him. Tommy didn't need to see that shit, he momentarily thought to himself. But then he noticed the length and size of Nik's cock and, much like Troy had been, was taken in by the impressive dimensions of his peer's pecker. The paramilitary jock took in the view below his dominant position. The little anarchist was rubbing out his own orgasm, while in the process of servicing him. Tommy thought for a moment that Nik might actually be one of the gay kids. But he thought again, taking barely a second to consider his past with Nik. The thought process passed quickly as Tommy realized that, regardless of motivation or whatever, Nik was sucking his pussy hungry cock for all he was worth and it didn't matter if the boy's incredibly huge dick was in his hand. Ultimately, the impression seemed to be enough as Tommy reached his hands up to grab onto the walls of the stall. Tommy began pushing his hips forward and further into the vacuum of Nik's mouth. He gave over and decided to let Nik do whatever he wanted to himself...as long as he kept up the kickass blow job he was offering up at the moment. "Oh fuck..." Tony broke the sexual garble with human speech. "I'm gonna cum." "Inside" came the single word response. Nik didn't recognize the voices, so he knew that Tommy would not guess the identity of the butt fuckers. But Nik knew whose cock was in whose asshole. The words completed the fantasy that has started earlier, which had also been so rudely interrupted by Tommy's cocky entrance. The slapping noises resumed. Nik imagined Tony's thin frame pounding Tim's tight asshole. Slap...slap...slap...slap...slap... they came almost on top of each other as Tony was shooting his cum up Tim's ass. Nik's own lust responded by sucking Tommy's cock deeply into his throat, impaling his face onto the football player's crotch. "Aaaooohhhh..." came another muffled cry from the opposing stall as Nik's mind pictured Tony jamming his crotch inward again. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." followed that cry in rhythmic fashion, bring to Nik's mind another shot of Goth cum painting the inside of jock intestines. Nik's raunchy thoughts caused him to beat his dick with his right hand as he moved his left hand up to clutch one of Tommy's rock-like butt cheeks. Slap...slap...slap...slap... the sounds were becoming much slower as the desperation of the chase gave way to submissive capture. Tony had found his elusive orgasm hidden deep within Tim's bowels and he left his mark on Tim's tender insides. Nik grabbed tightly onto Tommy's ass, pulling the boy's body into his face. Tommy lost his balance, but held fast to the walls of the stall. His body arched forward, hanging from the wall, feet tipped forward onto his toes. Tommy's body hung helplessly caught in Nik's death clutch as the skinny punk pulled the hanging body close to his face and sucked is horny dick as deeply into his throat as he could. He could feel the Nik's long skinny fingers massaging his muscular gluteus, grazing his little pinky occasionally between his ass cheeks. A few twitches of his virgin asshole signaled that the lustful massage was not entirely unwelcome, and Tommy consciously allowed the amazing pleasure to continue; and he allowed Nik to get lost in his own pheromone responses. The sound of crotch upon ass, smacking flesh upon flesh, refreshing the wonderful scent of cock and asshole about the room; it was the final road to culmination for Nik and Tommy both. Nik came first, shooting a long thick stream upward and onto Tommy's leg. But Tommy was oblivious as his rock hard cock began oozing its thick cum gel into Nik's mouth. The gritty taste and odor of concentrated cum wafted directly into Nik's nose, drowning out the much more pleasant newly discovered smell of freshly fucked asshole. Nik shot a second long stream of cum onto Tommy's leg, but continued face fucking Tommy's cock as he did. Nik was almost oblivious to his own orgasm, shooting cum but concentrating instead on slapping his own face against the hair of Tommy's crotch. He was licking and sucking the boy's horny dick as if some part of his existence depended on it. He hungrily slopped up the gelatinous goo from Tommy's dick and prepared for the second globule that was certain to come forth. Meanwhile, Nik's own cock had shot a third smaller shot of his own cum, followed by a fourth which oozed out of his mushroom piss slit and down onto his jerking hand. Tommy had one more surprise for Nik as the ultra excited situation generated an additional but rare third glob of cum for Nik to swallow. And Nik did so with the same reckless abandon that his butt fucking peers had shown just before. Nik lapped up the thick disgusting cum from Tommy's cock, looking up at Tommy as he did. He made eye contact with Tommy as he swallowed the slime and licked his lips with a smile. Tommy smiled a confused smile at Nik, but decided to concentrate on his post orgasmic bliss instead. As he and Nik recovered from their orgasms, they could hear the sounds of the butt fucking pair panting along with them in the other stall. The breathing of four spent teens echoed about the room, mingling with the stench of spit and cum and the juices that come from fucking an asshole. Each of them tried to catch their breath in their respective situations. Tommy stood there in his own situation, stunned, as his head hung limply between his outstretched arms, still clutching the walls of the toilet stall. His still hard cock hung outward in front of him, pointing toward Nik's face and bobbing in time with his heartbeat. Tommy smiled down at Nik, who continued to smile deviously back. But they did not think the same thoughts. No, Tommy's thoughts were of domination and subservience, and of the satisfaction that this little faggot punk had done exactly what he was told; exactly what he existed to do for him. Nik, on the other hand, felt sexually satisfied. The whole sexual thing that had just transpired had been exciting beyond his wildest expectations. Nothing about it had been abusive but, rather, it had actually been wholly erotic and sensual. But, despite Nik's sense of peace, Tommy would not let anyone enjoy the tender moment. "Damn Nik, thanks." Tommy again, to Nik's dismay, spoke loud enough for the whole room to hear. "Some times I could swear to god that you like this shit. I almost wanted to piss on you again, and then fuck your face." Tommy's face became a bit of a sneer as he began tucking his softening dick back into his underpants and zipped up his khakis. "Oops, I almost forgot Count Fagula..." "Tommy, please...no" Nik barely whispered the words as he offered up a pleading look to Tommy. He glanced his eyes toward the other occupied stall, hoping Tommy would get the idea of his embarrassment, and allow him to forego his request. He could see that Tommy got the idea, but Tommy's reaction was not was he had hoped." "What...you worried about them?" Tommy made no effort to hide his comments. "Dude, it don't matter who the fuck is over there. They know the deal bitch. Now let's get to it." He cupped his hand around his cock, holding it like it was a hot dog bun in the direction of Nik's face. Tommy's voice took on a baby talk demeanor. "C'mon...c'mon...give us a little kiss..." Nik leaned in; far less enthused about his actions than he was a scant few minutes earlier. He darted his tongue out to touch Tommy's cock, pulling it back in as quickly as any frog catching a fly. Nik followed his reptilian action with a small peck from his skinny lips and recited Troy's mantra. "Thank you Tommy for teaching me that it is my mouth and not you that is a pussy. I realize that my pussy is here to give you pleasure. I now know that my purpose until the end of high school is to be your bitch." Nik pecked at Tommy's flaccid dick one last time. "Thank you Tommy for letting me suck your dick." SLAP... Tommy gave Nik a semi-painful reminder of his place. "Ya know, you got a real fucking attitude Nik. And that was some pretty good head today too. I just don't get you." And, with that ignorant combination of humiliation, Tommy zipped up his fly and turned his back to Nik. Within seconds he had stepped his way across the toilet section, stopping at the other occupied stall. Nik could hear him as he tapped menacingly on the other occupied door and uttered some sarcastic thanks for the sound effects they'd offered; almost as if they were having sex for his enjoyment. But, thankfully, Tommy kept right on moving as he spoke and before long the outer door hinge's squeal left the remaining three occupants alone in the bathroom. Nik just sat there, totally blown away. How much fucking crazier could this day fucking get for him, he thought to himself. Everything he tried to accomplish had failed. Even though, he considered also that everything that failed had also ended up to be some comparatively much more enjoyable experience than he had originally planned. Of course Nik did not miss his positive irony. But, overall, he couldn't count on this `strange luck' to save him ultimate set of goals. Not the least of which was Tony, who could not possibly have missed their conversation. His secret was out. And, intermingled with Tony's clearly gay encounter with Tim, Nik's excuses of "...doing it all to save his friends..." sounded less reasonable somehow, even to himself. But it also occurred to Nik that he had just witnessed his best friend punking the asshole of a more than willing jock. This really upset the social status quo, as it were. It really confused him to think that it was mutual enjoyment, obviously lacking the typical duress inherent in the sex in that bathroom. But then again, he himself had just sucked on a rather impressive cock, in a rather impressive fashion, having been hormonally driven by the sights, sounds and smells of the morning sex. And Nik didn't call himself gay. He supposed that they were all just acting out purely hormonal fantasies. Even though Tommy just wanted a warm mouth wrapped around his dick, Nik knew that his own sexual appetite was certainly driven by this current situation. Nik actually felt overall personal satisfaction. He didn't even allow himself to feel bad about it. Instead, he basked in it, enjoying the sensation...oblivious now to even the mere notion of History class or his now likely detention. His larger problem was getting out of the bathroom, he thought, but Tony and Tim would ease the task for him. The sound of belt buckles kept Nik frozen in his position. Again, there he sat with his dick in his hand and the door to his toilet standing wide open. He knew that in only moments that Tony would leave the stall, and he and Tim would come back and make his humiliation complete. Nik's heartbeat crashed in his ears, easily drowning out the sounds of shuffling clothing across the way. His mind raced at what he might say as he heard the metallic clicks of the other boys' lock. Perhaps he should put his cock away at least, he thought. But he did not. He sat there, waiting for Tony and Tim to come back and see him and, thus, put away all doubt that he was a cocksucking faggot slut. Now, even his friend Tony would taunt him for being some subservient cum lapper. He began to feel his self esteem drive deep inside, hiding away. Strangely though, his penis swelled somewhat, still gripped tightly in Nik's cum covered hand. But, just as had happened in their chance encounter before coming into the bathroom, Tony would provide his reprieve from the situation. All but for a brief whisper, so inaudible as to be indecipherable, the boys quietly shuffled out of their toilet stall. Nik exhaled in relief as the footsteps became more distant and faded until he could hear water running. Shortly after came the sound of a squealing hinge and, once again, Nik sat alone with his thoughts. "Man oh man..." Nik spoke the words aloud as he pulled his feet up and out from under his legs. He winced in pain as his knees ungratefully complained with aching tugs while on their way to their preferred ninety degree angle. "That was some crazy frigging shit man." Nik wondered to himself, posing the same question that seemed so much harder for him only a day before. It had even evolved from "Am I really enjoying this?" to "Why am I enjoying it as much as I do?" It implied to him that now he was, at least in some small way, accepting that any of the behavior was acceptable, on any level. Nik couldn't think of any of that just then. He looked at his watch, barely enough time to work on the assignment for Jack-Off-Your-Son. It wouldn't get done, but it might get him closer to his loss-cutting goal of avoiding detention. Nik stood against the further complaint of his knees. His hips and lower back chimed in, not at all helping the already present aching agony which spread down from his mind. Life had thrust so much upon him, and in such a short time. Nik rotated the trunk of his body, bending his knees and raising them toward his chest a few times. After placating his musculature, he moved out and headed toward the sinks. Most of his cum had gone unnoticed upon Tommy's pant leg, so cleanup was a quick task. Thankfully, he thought, he might just get out of this whole detention thing after all. "Too bad Troy..." Nik thought to himself. "...looks like me and old Jack-Off-Your-Son won't be sixty-nining on anybody's desk today." Nik, though unconsciously emphasizing the word "today" in his thought, he smiled at his wit and, in his own mind, mused at psychological reality of his victory over Troy's degrading comment. He would beat this detention after all. But there's a funny thing about reality. If someone doesn't actually know something, then they don't know that they don't know it, do they? This is the essence of na´ve. And it is the na´ve that become the food of the dominant. Nik was a country boy who attended a city school. His parents thought the education would be better than the agriculturally centered educational agenda of the alternative. It's most likely that nobody gambled on the education that all of these boys were getting, not the least of which was Nik. **************************** REWIND FOUR HOURS **************************** Larry Jacobsen rolled over in bed, struggling to open his eyes. Jesus, he thought, he hadn't gotten that drunk on a school night in a hell of a long time. He fought against the glue that formed in the corners of his eyes and forced his eyelids opened, only to snap them closed again at the unwelcome intrusion of the sunrise. He chided himself again at what a stupid fucking idea it was to position his bed to wake with the sunrise, glaring right in his face. But, after repeating his morning complaint routine, he once again began to make out the pretty red outline on the horizon which was visible through the large window across the room. And, once again, he remembered why his bed was situated so. A brief stretch of his still waking muscles against his 1200 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets reminded him that his ass was bare. His bare ass then reminded him of his little prize downstairs in his playroom. Not to be too distracted from that joyous remembrance, he was simultaneously reminded of his need to take a raging piss. Electing that as just as good a reason as any to rise, he righted himself in the bed and pulled his feet onto the floor. Larry rubbed his eyes, trying to focus on the clock through the blur of redistributing fluids across his eyeballs. It was still early, about 6:50am on a Friday morning. Thank god it was Friday, he thought. Larry stood in front of his bed, stretching his arms widely, as if he were in slow motion, throwing the blood outward into his extremities. Satisfied, he absently scratched the light fur of his chest, continuing the refreshingly light abrasion of his fingernails down through his treasure trail. Larry routinely finished the morning's exercise with the typical scratching of bushy brown pubes, and a gratuitous juggling of his balls. Passing on the optional piss hardon massage, he grabbed the closest pair of what appeared to be quite the collection of discarded briefs lying around the floor. Selecting a pair that appeared clean, purely by their comparatively `more white than the others' rationale, he pulled them up over his long legs and letting them come to just about half way up his six foot two frame. His piss hardon caught on the seams of his tented briefs as he shifted the cotton fabric across his hairy ass. He wasn't the biggest guy on earth, being granted only modest adult male proportions. Larry knew he was `average' more than anything, but above average sexually. Yes, sexually, he was way above average, and he reminded himself of it often. Of course, with Larry, everything ultimately boiled down to sex...raw animal sex. Last night had been no exception and, uniquely for him, it had turned out to be one raucous good time. His penis showed signs that it agreed it was a mutual recollection. The waistband of his briefs snapped against his skin as he finally achieved a more form fitting position, Larry stopped for a moment, pondering a thought before walking out of his bedroom and down the hall. Finding himself smiling, and ignoring the cries of his nearly bursting bladder, he passed right by the bathroom door and headed toward the living room. His heavy cock bobbed in his briefs, adding a pleasant sensation to the fat head as it rubbed on his underwear. Purposefully, he marched through the living room and approached the electronic-combination locked door that led to the basement. Larry punched in the seven digit code and was rewarded with the familiar click of the disengaging locking mechanism. Absentmindedly scratching his balls, he flicked on the light, and began walking down the carpeted stairs. Normally, the basement would be cold, empty and silent. The cold empty silence was a foreboding sign to any who may be entering the place for the first time. It had been so the evening before. But the elevated heat was the first indication that it was not so on this particular day. And, as he reached the bottom of the stairs, the gentle snoring in the distance provided the second reminder of the enduring presence of his previous evening's guest. At the far end of the room, the shadowy pretzel like shape of a boy lay on a dirty plastic mattress cover. The stench from puddles of fluids filled the room. The smells of piss, spit, grease, silicon, rubber, latex, leather, cum and all of the other disgusting scents of debauched pig sex littered the air. Empty beer cans and liquor bottles were strewn about the floor, falsely indicating that it might have been six or seven guys that created it. But it had only been Larry and this kid, this sexually starved master and this deviant young pig. He couldn't even remember the kid's name, he couldn't remember if the kid even had a name, though he was sure that every mother gave them out at birth as some matter of course. Larry thought about how often he had stripped away their names as easily as their clothes; as easily as their dignity; as easily as their innocence. Larry only remembered them as "Bitch" or "Slave" or "Vermin" or whatever else Larry's lust chooses to name them in the moment. They existed to serve him, and to give satisfaction to his cock, and to drink in his bodily fluids as their nourishment. And here was another one, more easily taken than the others, but serving much farther above and beyond the call of duty. Larry kicked a few cans around, clearing a path for him to walk. A rolling schnapps bottle made a much louder sound, causing an interruption to his captive's slumber and causing him to stir as he lay there, bound and helpless on the disgusting bedding. Larry stopped at the edge of the plastic covered mattress and looked down on the blindfolded and manacled form of the boy lying upon it. The darkness belied the boy's light sandy colored hair, making it appear darker in the shadow created by Larry's looming body. Once thick and generously cut and styled just below his ears, it was currently matted in various contorted shapes, fused by a combination of urine, liquor and the copious amount of residual hair gel that (for `some' reason, thought Larry) the kid thought might make him more attractive to the dominant master he was chatting with online. It struck Larry as ironic that the boy could be so na´ve and so willing all at the same time, and this kid fueled that irony with his combination of sheer ignorance and youthful libidinous drive. But, no matter the cocky college kid's motivation, he served his fleshy purpose. Larry scanned the boy's subdued body, taking in the falsely lamp baked brown hue of his skin, noting the slight redness here and there from the manacles, and his paddle. He looked carefully at the boy's wrists and ankles, locked within a long pair of metal strips, bent in such a way as to make four round holes running along its length. Into each of the end holes were situated his ankles. The kid's arms were affixed to the two remaining holes at the wrists, causing his knees to bend. He could see that the boy chose to pivot his legs outward, and his knees to bend outward, much like a set of arms, akimbo. Each of the holes had been lined with sheepskin, allowing the boy some merciful comfort and protection from the heavy steel strips binding his extremities. At the end of the metal device, there was a hole wherein Larry had affixed a large heavy padlock. As the master looked upon his vermin, he once again saw the shape of the pretzel. He carefully appreciated the pattern of the welts and bruises, noting how clearly they indicated that they were inflicted after he had been bound. Larry could still hear the boy begging to be hit again and again, never once uttering the safe word that would have brought him mercy. A hunger began to stir in Larry's cock as he viewed his slave. He could see the captive's white blindfold which had been yellowed by piss very early on in their encounter, and which had been re-dyed by Larry's bladder several other shades of yellow throughout the night. Blues and greens painted still other forms of the cocky shit-talking baseball player he had met online. Larry's mind suddenly flashed with a short home video of himself pouring the sour apple schnapps all over the boy's asshole and licking it clean. He stood there for a moment, recalling the blue schnapps portion of the fun. Larry was lubricating his cock and fucking the boy with it. When the schnapps would dry, he would remove his cock and have the boy lick the liquor from his dick. Lather, rinse, and repeat, Larry smiled as he thought on the events. He stood there for a moment, estimating his great luck at finding such a willing slave bitch online. At first the kid couldn't seem to get enough of himself, almost in love with his own stereotypical narcissistic youthful image. It was like he was all high and mighty because he led his team in home runs last year? "Big fucking deal kid, you go to a community college. Talk to me when you're in the Game bitch." Larry recalled thinking. But, instead, he chatted back something more like "Damn dawg, you fucking rock that team." Larry could really feed the egos of these young guys, knowing fully that their egos also held the keys to their homosexual chastity belts. "If it weren't for you, that fucking team would fall apart. If any of them tell you different, you should put them on their knees and jam your cock in their mouth and show `em who's the man!" Larry recalled the path he took into the kid's initially locked drawers. But the kid replied precisely as expected. "Ewww, that's fucking gay man." Came the predicted response, exactly as the other guy hoped. After all, they were in a gay chat room. "I'm more likely to jack the motherfucker up." The kid would continue the predictable path. Larry had him where he wanted him. "Oh geez, are you some fucking coward or something? Are you afraid of putting some bitch in their place? Let me tell you kid..." he was always sure to emphasize the word `kid' in his comments. "...when you shoot your shit into some cocky bastard's mouth, right in front of the whole fucking team, NOBODY think's you're a fag!" Larry knew his reverse psychology would work. His comments always made the kid on the other end of the chat empathize with the `bitch' and not the dominance. That's just how it worked. It would have been just as easy for him to make the kid the master, had that been what Larry was into. But, instead, he wanted someone to make his own bitch instead, and this kid was sure fitting the bill up to then. "Really?" the kid's reply could only mean genuine curiosity. "What about the kid, what if he doesn't want to suck somebody's dick, or acts like he doesn't? "C'mon kid, once the cock is in his mouth, he wants it." Larry's typed tone was trying to convey a matter of fact quality. "Look at you; you're a jock, on top of your game. But if I punked your mouth right now, nobody would think I was a faggot." "But, I wouldn't like it if you put your cock in my mouth." The kid thought he had this guy over a barrel. "Have you ever had a cock in your mouth?" Larry's plan could not be more on track. "Well, no but I haven't had one up my asshole either, and I know I don't want that." The cold tone of the kid's retort was confusing. It left his dominant chat partner confused for a moment, before inadvertently jumping Larry's plan forward. "I guess I won't know if I'd like it until I try it." "Yeah, but you can't plan it." Larry took full advantage of this great leap forward in his timeline. "You need someone to punk your ass. It can't be all nice-nice like some friendly college bud. You need a man, a real man, a big strong daddy to clap you in irons and fuck that virgin asshole." Larry heaped on raunchy comment after raunchy comment, going all at once for his own home run with the arrogant baseball player. "Let yourself be bound and raped by a real leather master. Turn up your little jock pussy and open that cocky fucking mouth, and let a MAN fill you with piss and sperm and anything else he fucking wants to. "Wow" the kid replied, seemingly shocked. Larry knew this was the moment of truth. He waited, not replying to the one word comment. The next comment would tell him...it would either go his way or it would not. "So, you're into that kind of stuff?" SCORE!!! Thought Larry. He had really thought it was going to end up the usual webcam encounter, and that he'd be jerking off to another random straight kid's cock beating in flicker framed pseudo real-time. That was how it usually went for him. Most were easy prey to his reverse psychology and could as easily be talked into jerking off for him on webcam. There is just this something about high school boys liking to jerk off for older guys online. Nobody knows why, they just got off on the fantasy of some old fag and a no-strings-attached blow job. But, like so many other fantasies, it was only good for cock-jerking purposes and would rarely ever be something actually acted out. In the end, Larry had no idea why, but always remembered to thank the great god of technology in the sky for making it so. But once in awhile, like last night, he got especially lucky. Once in awhile Larry took the reigns and started questioning the kid's daring and courage. Some guys were so into themselves, so in love with themselves, that Larry could vicariously re-project it onto his dominant demeanor. Simply question their manliness, get them talking about chicks, wait until they are horned up, and then talk them into jerking off. Once their dicks are hard, Larry's smooth chat game would have them unwittingly playing a truth-or-dare style talking game. Before long, his Masters degree would once again pay off and the kid was willing to do pretty much anything Larry told him to. Too much education isn't always a bad thing for Larry's world, and he often used his knowledge for selfish deviance, instead of altruistic good. Thus, before long, if he was lucky, some college punk would beg to come to his house for Larry's brand of punishment. This kid was much like the rest of the latter group, albeit more willing to rise to the level of "pig." Though still a teenager, this boy seemed to have experience. He was a college boy, exposed to the cultures of the nation, and in some cases the world. Still though, he wasn't actually as desirable to Larry as the youngsters he taught at school. This slave would serve out of more willingness than fear, as opposed to the same encounter with a high school teenager. Just as well, he thought, since Larry had been especially horny the night before and no high school kid could have taken what this kid went through. For though Larry would never hurt his slaves, he would not tolerate disobedience; and, for this reason, Larry had one rule: "You can use the safe word three times, and then you're gone forever. I won't even want to know your name." And this boy took it all like a trooper, begging for his beating until he cried, pleading for more when Larry himself needed a break. As Larry's eyes adjusted, he could see the welts even more clearly on the kid's body. He smiled, remembering how the boy begged to be swatted again and again with the strap. "This is good vermin." he thought. "I'll get good mileage out of this pig." "Is that you sir?" the boy dared to break Larry's contemplation. "Yes vermin, it's me." Larry reached inside of his briefs. His cock was suddenly becoming sexually excited, confusing itself as to the purpose of its erection. Larry had not expected the boy to remain so subservient after the night of S&M he'd just endured. Most of the pussy college punks couldn't take that kind of abuse. "Are you a thirsty little piggy this morning?" The boy hesitated. "Yes sir, but may I go pee first?" "Sure, you can go ahead and pee first. I'll wait." Larry spoke his reply, and then stood there, not moving. "Well sir?" "Well, what are you waiting for, go ahead and piss." Larry sounded impatient. "But..." the boy's meek reply was not allowed to finish. "You blew it, I'm going first." Larry squatted down near the boy's head, pressing his hairy knees downward. He didn't seem to notice as cold urine, still lingering from the night before, ran down into the depression his knees formed on the mattress. His disruption of the kid's sleeping surface caused the boy to roll onto his back, his manacled arms and legs forced involuntarily upward. As he rolled onto his back, Larry placed his head between his thighs allowing it to come to rest in a puddle of cold piss. Despite that, the exposure of the kid's bruised and battered asshole allowed a cool breeze to fleet past the tender flesh protruding from his rectum, and his body noticeably relaxed a bit. The cold piss puddle splashed about the captive's head as Larry moved himself into position and opened the blindfolded kid's mouth. "I'm going to piss in your toilet now. Are you ready?" But he did not wait for a reply as he released his internal blockade and allowed his bladder to blast forth its contents. The boy did not hesitate, and quickly got the idea as to what was expected of him. He opened his esophagus just in time to receive Larry's piss. The kid swallowed the golden liquid almost as fast as Larry could piss it out, gulping the tart fluid down his throat as quickly as possible. Small trails of yellow ran from the edges of his mouth in between gulps as he sucked at the nectar he so obviously craved from the man's piss slit. For nearly a minute and a half Larry forced the urine through the contraction of his sphincter muscle, pushing his waste liquid into the manacled college baseball star's throat. The boy dutifully drank the liquid, lapping at the taste he found so delicious until the stream finally began to subside. His tongue flicked at Larry's cock, as if to beg it to squeeze out just one or two more tangy drops of pee for him. His blindfolded eyes searched about, his tongue equally blinded as it darted about seeking Larry's cock, and not realizing that it had been selfishly pulled away from the boy's remaining thirst. The vermin hoped his behavior would grant him permission to pee. It would; that and more. "May I go pee now sir?" the boy asked, still blindfolded. "No." Larry's tone was short as he reached down and grabbed the blindfold, ripping it free from the kid's face. "Bobby" he thought to himself, oddly remembering the slave's name, but just as quickly discarding the memory as he stood up. The kid squinted against the ultra whiteness of light that emanated from the single energy saver bulb illuminating the room. It took him a few seconds to focus, but he could hear the sound of cans and bottles being moved about in the room and the blurry form of his master moving from behind his head to the foot of the bed. As his vision returned, he could see that Larry had repositioned himself just below his butt. He knew what was going to happen, and he prepared himself for what he wanted from his master by lifting his aching arms and legs into a more accessible position. This was a good piece of white trash who knew his place. He would not make his master wait for his pleasure. "Oh daddy. Are you gonna fuck me daddy?" Bobby looked down, catching sight of the morning sand still in the corner of the big man's right eye. "Are you gonna fuck my cunt with your big dick again daddy?" "Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you bitch, now shut the fuck up." Larry hated that the kid talked so fucking much. He would much prefer someone who fought back a little. But, just the same, he wanted to fuck this faggot's pussy so he could go and get ready for work. Larry showed no mercy as he roughly grabbed onto the metal wrist and ankle brace with a yank, strongly holding Bobby in place with a single hand. He placed his fat cockhead firmly against the crimson red skin of Bobby's swollen pussy pucker, pushing against the dry skin of the hole. Larry enjoyed the pain on his tender cock head pulling against the taut flesh of the kid's pussy. The friction was too great however, and Bobby's asshole involuntarily clutched tightly closed against the pain of Larry's dry fucking. This did nothing to please Larry however. In one fell motion, he slid his cock backward as he reached down and punched Bobby's asshole as hard as he could. Bobby's ass shot upward from the pain as it shot through his prostate and up into his tailbone. Larry glared at Bobby and then repositioned his dry cockhead against Bobby's hole, once again pushing forward against the dryness of the raw flesh. He could feel Bobby struggling to release the pressure of his sphincter while still dealing with the pain. Just then Larry's cock began letting another warm stream of urine splash against Bobby's ass. The short blast of hot piss was enough to relax Bobby's overused orifice and allow enough lubrication for Larry's morning wood to come inside. And with little further friction, Larry shoved his fat dick inside of his captive. Larry didn't waste any time as he began ramming his hungry cock into the baseball player's cunt. He held onto the metal restraint which incapacitated his fuck punk and used it to allow greater access to his asshole. Larry could feel the sweat already beginning to form under the dark brown matte of chest hair on his muscular upper torso, some droplets running downward over his neglected abs and onto the base of his veiny prick as it hammered into Bobby's baseball playing ass. He pounded the kid's hole again and again, slapping crotch hair off of ass cheeks over and over, sliding his dick in and out of the kid as he begged for more and more. "Oh god, fuck me...fuck me..." Bobby was chanting his cry of delight at the big man fucking the hell out of him. He massaged the master's cock as it fucked his ass, pulling tightly on his rectum as he pulled out, but completely relaxing the muscles and allowing the invading battering ram to enter unopposed. "Oh yes master, fuck my worthless cunt master, please yourself with my pussy sir." Bobby spewed out the filth from his mouth, spitting saliva and bits of residual piss as he yelled his obedience in the basement playroom. "That's right vermin, you know your place." Larry was not impressed with the bitch's words. He would take want he wanted from the kid's ass without the kid asking. Still, however, it was always erotic when they begged for his prick. He decided to reward the boy. "Now, go ahead and piss." "Now sir, while you're fucking me sir?" Bobby's response showed even moreso that he knew he place. "Thank you sir!" he said as he closed his eyes and laid his head back, again placing it into the puddle of piss. He lay there for a moment or two, still feeling Master Larry's non-stop marauding of cock to college-punk-pussy, and then began to piss. At first, the flow was slow. But soon his prostate rejected its own pleasure and opened the locks, allowing his urine to pass. Soon he could feel the familiar shiver run up his spine as his bladder thanked him. Larry's cock swelled even more as he smelled the piss escaping the slut's cock, even more than the sight of it. He pumped a bit faster and lengthened his stroke on the boy. He allowed the full length of his cock to leave the kid's gaping asshole, and then rammed it back inside until his pubic hair ground deeply into the battle worn skin of the kid's anus. Larry reached down and grabbed the boy's flaccid fire hose, choosing to redirect the flow of his pee. He aimed it upward toward Bobby's face, causing the boy to obediently open his mouth to catch the fluid. Larry watched as some of the piss was swallowed, while the rest ran down over the kid's twinky smooth skin. He enjoyed watching the kid piss on himself, on command, while the high school teacher fucked the living shit out of his cocky punk asshole. Larry was coming close to orgasm. He redoubled his power-fucking, and allowed Bobby's still pissing cock to drop back onto his stomach. Larry jammed his fat dick deep up inside of his slave's guts, each thrust pumping more flow from Bobby's cock. He pushed forward against the innards that rejected his full insertion, gyrating his hips around to find that special spot that would let him in even further. Once he found it, he pushed even farther inside of Bobby's bowels, burrowing himself deeply into his interior. Once his groin was nestled deep inside the nest, Larry's snake prepared to lay its eggs. "I'm gonna pump my cum in your fucking pussy there baseball boy." Larry sneered the words at the kid as he fucked his cock into the kid's raw hole. "Tell me you want my cum way up inside your cunt bitch." "Yes master, please give it to me." Bobby's red faced replied made his sincerity very clear. "Give you what boy?" "Give me your cum daddy, give me your hot fucking cum." Bobby was pulling his arms and legs against Larry's grip on his bindings flailing his head about as he begged out the words. He showed that he really wanted Larry's cum inside of him. "Shoot your seed way deep up in me daddy, shoot that cum in my cunt." "Yeah boy, here it comes..." Larry's eyes snapped shut as the first wave of orgasm shot through his balls. "Get ready bitch, open that fucking pussy up for me baby." At that moment, Larry started convulsing at the hips. He jerked back and forth as his fat dick shot stream after stream of jisum into his slave's asshole. Larry's fucking turned into sheer pounding, abusive almost to the point of injury as he took his pleasure on the boy's cunt as far as Bobby would let him. But, again, the boy would choose to take his punishment, and not utter the safe word. Instead, Larry pushed even farther, hammering his cock deep inside, holding it in as far as he could momentarily long enough to shoot cum as deeply as possible, and then removing it to continue fucking his orgasm out of the kid's slippery hole. Again and again he rammed his mucous covered cock into the slippery asshole that held his dick. The kid's warm anal lubricating mucous formed a sensual mixture across which Larry's prick now rode, mingling with his cum to become as slippery as silicone. Before long, only a few trickles remained and then Larry was finished. He pulled his quickly softening cock out of Bobby's gaping hole, pausing a moment to see the fruits of his labor. The boy looked so exhausted he thought, as he noticed that the kid's hole just remained opened, instead of closing in relief from its attacker's withdrawal. Larry stood up from the mattress. He reached to pull up his underwear, but noticed that they had ended up lying in a puddle of piss. "Hey Vermin,..." he addressed the freshly used slave, cum now dripping noticeably from its asshole. Larry could see the contrast of milky white semen against the beet red backdrop of overused asshole flesh. "...are you staying or leaving?" Larry made no pretense of his intentions with this young punk, nor did he offer any pretense with any of the young punks he found to play with. "I have class today sir." "So what the fuck does that mean?" Larry was immediately impatient. "I'm staying sir." "Good, but you really need to smarten up." Larry looked about, refocusing on his underpants in the puddle of old urine. He reached down and picked up the soiled underpants and without even draining them, he moved around the Bobby's body and stuffed the sopping underpants into his mouth. Bobby did not resist at all as the urine ran into his nose and throat, both gagging him and causing his eyes to tear in response. But Larry didn't care as he quickly moved toward the wall and grabbed a key. "Here ya go..." he said, walking back toward Bobby and clicking loose the heavy padlock. "You have five minutes to get a shower, and then get into the kitchen and make me some breakfast. Make yourself some too but, just so you know, you eat only when I tell you to eat. Got that?" Larry continued moving about as he spoke to his newfound plaything, fumbling through some chains in another cabinet. He emerged from the black wooden doors carrying a long silver chain with four sets of cuffs attached. "Here, put these on." He said as he dropped the manacles into another puddle of piss. "Yes sir." Bobby mumbled through the piss soaked underwear while gently rubbing his arms and legs. His movement was slow, having been manacled all evening, and then jerked about as he had been subjected to another brutal ass fucking only minutes earlier. "After breakfast, we'll cover your chores for the day too." Larry began walking toward the steps, no longer paying attention to Bobby as much as simply talking in his general direction. "Oh, and I don't like all that fucking hair, so you might want to think about how you'll feel if I cut it off." Larry's head was already rising out of view as he spoke and walked up the stairs, leaving Bobby alone in the playroom. "Yes sir." Bobby mumbled again, this time to an empty room. He struggled to his feet, fighting against the atrophy in his muscles. He'd never been bound before, well at least not placed that way and forced to be there all night. But he did know that he liked what was happening. He'd do anything for this man, as long as he kept calling him names like `white trash' and `cocky little slut' and he especially liked `little baseball star faggot.' He didn't know why, but he figured he didn't want to fuck up a good thing. Despite the pain in his joints, he rose and began the painful trek up the stairs to the bathroom. And even though he was not `not' enjoying the stale urine leaking from his gag, Breakfast was starting to sound really good to him. Larry walked into his bedroom, thinking of breakfast. He looked down at the glossy texture that coated his soft cock. Man that kid's got a hot fucking cunt on him, thought Larry as he headed to his dresser. He pulled t-shirt from the drawer, and then closed it to open another from which he pulled a pair of black socks. Closing that drawer, in deference to yet a third, Larry reached for a pair of boxer briefs. But just then he could hear the sound of the hot water coming on in his bathroom, and was reminded of the hot young piece of ass that was standing under it. No, he'd need to wear one of his specially made jock straps today. Just knowing that he would have this hungry fuck pig waiting for him when he got him made his cock twitch, and he knew that he'd never make it all day around all those hot fucking students in standard undies. Giving himself over to safety, he opened yet a fourth drawer and began looking through his selection of jock straps. Choosing a nice white model, complete with one of his multi layer absorbent liners, he turned toward back to his bedroom door and headed toward the bathroom. Bobby turned as Larry entered the bathroom, startled but not surprised as his master moved about freely in his own home. He was not hidden at all by Larry's see-through shower curtain, and Larry took a moment to take in the boy's hot form one last time before work. He could see the glint of the silver chains that connected the two handcuffs with the two ankle-cuffs, allowing his vermin only enough range of movement to do as he was told. Seeing his captive obediently self-manacled, and now showering for his master's selection of when to dirty him up again would be a mistake that would shorten the time he would have for breakfast. Once again, the master's cock began to rise. Larry moved toward the shower, reaching for the curtain. Meanwhile, Bobby watches his master approach, and he knew what was to happen. He quickly reached for a bar of soap and began lathering it up in his hands. Bobby reached his left hand around behind him as Larry stepped his right foot into the shower. He lathered up his already tender hole, feeling the burning sensation of the soap against the micro abrasions of his rectum. But with his right hand, he grabbed Larry's lengthening cock as the man stepped fully into the same space with him. Wordlessly, Bobby turned around; he placed his hands on the wall and prepared himself to serve up his ass once again for his master's pleasure. This was a good master, a dominant master who knew what he wanted...and took it. He would do his best to please this man. **************************** FAST FORWARD FOUR HOURS **************************** Nik splashed the water on his face, feeling the chill as it ran down his cheeks and onto his neck. Just when he thought things could absolutely not get any weirder, this whole thing had to go and happen. All he wanted to do, Nik thought as he looked at the droplets of waters clinging to his reflection in the mirror above the sink, was avoid some fucking detention. Instead, life was sticking him in some of the craziest of situations he'd ever been in, and doing it to him over and over. It might have been more easily digested by his various realms of consciousness had the situations been more varied. Maybe if he'd happened upon something that required his heroism, or perhaps even something that gave him a lesson in life in general, he might be able to move along in the due course of his existence unaware of the experiences. But no, these things were all purely sexual. The rest of his life had gone along as normal. But, suddenly, experience after experience intruded upon his life; each taking a great flag and jamming it into his sexual consciousness as if each were staking its respective claim on his identity. Although he considered himself a very normal kid, in the most traditional of senses, Nik had long ago unconsciously accepted his sexual activities as some form of normally adopted behavior. He did not accept them as normal, per se. But he did accept them as a part of life. Sometimes they were even enjoyable, offering him his own release. Other times, they were abusive and he would be lucky to leave the encounter merely battered and bruised. Often times he would have a bloody lip from dominantly offered punches demanding even more obedience, or worse...abused and left alone far from his jeep; still naked and requiring hours to finally make his way to his car. Even those encounters, with or without the punches, failed to cause as much pain then as when they first started to occur in the first place. The sting of pride had doubled, and tripled, at times the force of the blows. But Nik knew that blood did not need to flow from his flesh to still ooze its metaphorical life giving qualities from his sense of self. Eventually, he figured, as all cock gobbling weaker punks might tend to do, that he was as low as he could go in life. At that stage, what did any form of pain matter to him, he thought, after all, it goes away after a bit. Nik began thinking on himself again, and how much the world had metamorphosed for him in only the last day. He stared at his reflection, noticing the water droplets fading quickly. Nik could almost see them evaporate from their liquid state to a gaseous one, imagining that their chain reaction was being caused by his overheated skin. Certainly that was the case. But his altered sense of reality gave the evaporation a more surrealistic interpretation; as if he was ablaze inside, and the flames licked at the underside of his flesh. Nik's new sensations of lust, different from anything that preceded his and Troy's encounter the day before in his jeep, were changing his perception of reality. Where previously he had focused on avoidance and expedience, he had much more recently been focused on experience and indulgence. And he knew that he was enjoying his latter set of circumstances much more than he had the former. It was that smell, he thought to himself. It was that almost salivous odor that came from the stall. Nik stepped backward from the sink and turned back toward the toilet area doorway. He moved back to the stall that Tony and Tim had just occupied in their sleazy encounter. Nik sniffed at the air in the stall, searching for any trace of that delectable scent. But he could smell nothing. Walls, the door, the toilet seat, all were scanned by Nik's curious nose, sniffing about as if he were some bloodhound hot on the trail of an elusive chain gang escapee. To the contrary however, Nik's gentle inhalation patter was less anxious; and he drew slow breaths as he carefully examined the atmosphere entering his nostrils, searching for traces of Tony's sexuality. Instead, however, he happened upon another gold mine. A few fresh trails of semen, splayed lengthwise along the ovular toilet side, were clearly fresh enough to be from Tim's encounter with Tony. Nik squatted down, assuming a sniffing position at about the point where he could estimate that Tony's "Tony Baloney" might have been entering Tim's jock bitch ass. Again, he gently sniffed the air. Whether he was correct or not, he somehow felt that this time he indeed `could' smell a faint trace of the odor. Nik's dick twitched in response, suddenly indicating its availability and duly sparking off the flow of hormones in him once again. He looked again at Tim's fresh jism as it lay on the seat, beginning to dry about the edges and reached out a finger into the slimy mess on the right side of the toilet seat. He pulled his finger backward and dragged the wet part of the cum into a pulled and, bending his finger to the side, coated the length of his finger with the cold goo. Nik's cock sprang to full attention in nearly no time at all as he put the cum covered finger into his mouth, closing his lips as he retracted it. "Wha da fu ang I do ang" Nik tried to speak, still holding the cum in his mouth but suddenly realizing what he was doing. It was bad enough that he had been peeping on some butt fucking schoolmates. But here he was licking one of the boys' cum off of the toilet seat like some kind of depraved pervert. But, strangely, Nik did not spit the gooey mess into the toilet. Without even thinking of what to do, his unconscious choice of riddance was instead to swallow it. As he did, the taste brought on a very different realization. It was a sensation of renewed lust. Ugh, he thought, more confusing bullshit to deal with. But it was just that, and the disgustingly perverted nature of what he was doing suddenly struck him as exceedingly erotic. He reached out his finger to scoop up cum trail number two. But just before he reached the long white trail he changed his mind. Instead, Nik leaned his narrow face down, extended his long tongue and began lapping the cum off of the toilet seat. Driven now by the pure debauchery of it all, he licked and sucked Tim's mess of spooge off of the plastic seat. Nik enjoyed the thought that someone might have actually sat on it that day too as he used his taste buds as a kind of sandpaper to remove the delicious remnants that might have otherwise been lost to dehydration on the toilet set. As Nik finished, he licked at the toilet seat on both sides in one final disgusting taunt at his own previously unconsidered notions. Butt Fucking. Nik thought the words over and over in his head, wondering why he had never been interested in it. Hell, he'd never been interested too much in fucking at all. Nik was no virgin, but sex never really came up for him. Up until Troy's gang rape thing, sex was pretty remote on Nik's scale of things to do, and usually got vented by frequent jack off sessions. But now, Nik knew he was in a different class of pervert. He was even worse than the kids who were doing the butt fucking. He had licked old cum off of a toilet seat, and gotten an erection while doing it. Surely nobody on the planet did things worse than that, Nik thought. He licked his lips and stood up, smiling inwardly as his sexual depravity and the sensual feeling it gave him. Leaving the stall and making his way quickly back toward the sinks, Nik took one last look in the mirror before heading out of the bathroom down the hall. A quick look at the hallway clock showed that Study Hall would be over in about 5 minutes. Fearful of missing the bell, and having to deal with Coach Walken singling him out again in their next encounter, he dashed down the hall toward the stairs. He had originally hoped to miss getting detention, and now he was hoping just to miss an embarrassing comment aimed at him in front of his classmates and dealing with their laughter. Nik didn't even try to ponder the overwhelming chaos that changed their teenaged priorities from one moment to the next. Instead, he smiled as he reached the door to the classroom...with three minutes to spare. =========================== =========================== Well, that's it for Part V. You can drop me a line if you want to at: GayTales@gmail.com. Flamers...get lost. I don't mind criticism but...IT IS FICTION. Don't be mean! But, by the same token, I can take some criticism. :) So hey, please offer some thoughts. I've built in a lot of plot tangents to exploit so tell me what you like, or what you 'would' like. =========================== =========================== Post Script: Sorry it took so long to get it up, as it were...[online]. I just didn't find the time to work on it. Also, I write these 2 at a time, so VI should be up pretty directly. I do take all of your advice, so sometimes it sets me back a few days as I work and re-work the story to keep the story's inhabitants all a part of the action. That's really the best part of your comments people; that I am helped to remember to keep `all' of the characters involved. It's also helpful to get suggestions on ideas and plot twists. Overall, I can't please everyone. Some folks want Nik to have a better life, and other's don't want the little prick to have nearly as much fun as I'm giving him. So, I adapted by making Larry Jacobsen MUCH darker than I'd originally planned. I also built a community college (voile...see how easy that was, all you politicians reading this!) so we can have some extracurricular fun there too. Many Many Many thanks for all of your emails, thoughts and comments. I'm thinking about looking into how I'd publish something like this. If ya think it is a good idea, and you can guide me on what to do, I'd like to hear from `you' too.