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Kyle's Trial - 1
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
This is the start of a long journey that poor Kyle
undergoes at the hands of school bullies. (mm-teens,
nc, rp, huml, 1st, blkmail, voy, ws, tor, v)
Chapter 1
When I was fifteen my dad died, and my mom had to move
to a new city for a job opportunity. It was rough on me
as I was really comfortable in my old school. I had had
a girlfriend, Id been fucking for about nine months,
and really felt good about her and us and myself. I did
really well on the Freshman Swim Team, and my grades
had been quite high. But moving to a new city and a new
school changed all of that.
My name is Kyle Timm and I am now sixteen years old,
and my life is really fucked up. I am a good looking
kid, so they tell me, with a nice muscular body for a
boy my age, not too beefy, but toned really nice from
swimming since I was in sixth grade. I am an only
child, and I am alone a lot as my Mom has to travel for
her job. She trusts me and has no problem leaving me
alone.
However I got really lonely at times. At first I talked
ever day with my girlfriend on the phone, but after a
few months, I knew we were drifting apart. I have to be
honest, I also missed the sex big time. I mean jerking
your own prick with your hand can't compare with
stuffing it into a nice tight pussy. You may think
fifteen was too young for a guy to fuck, but shit, all
the kids in my class were doing it. Times are different
now and kids fuck much younger.
Well, the loneliness I felt, led me to try even harder
to make new friends at my new school. No one was mean
to me or anything, but those kinds of things take time.
The girls at the school really seemed to take to me,
and I think that made some of the jocks jealous. I'm
not sure how the trouble started, yes I am, it all
started and ended with Jake. Jake is a senior.
He is the most popular guy in the school, and I think
his girlfriend was maybe too nice to me, although
that's hard to say, because Jake is a fuck 'em and
leave 'em kind of dude. You know what I mean? He is so
handsome, so buff, so cool, so sure of himself, that
every girl in school has wet panties over him.
He dates a girl and she acts like she has earned some
kind of merit badge or something. Whereas we all know
she gets to suck dick on the first date and maybe gets
fucked on the second. Everybody knows that if you date
Jake, you have to suck dick on the first date. The guys
all kid about it and try to emulate him, but most of
the girls wont do that with other guys, Jake is
special. He has some kind of charisma that is just
awesome.
He has that kind of mean handsome look, like you can't
tell if he is smiling with you or at you. His eyes
twinkle and he kind of sneers, and you don't know what
to say. He almost always gets his way, and rumor has it
that the A's he gets in school are because he is
fucking three female teachers and letting two queer
teachers suck him off. I didn't believe that at first,
but I do now. And to think he's only a little over a
year older than I am.
He's the captain of the swim team. Well, lots of the
guys were really pissed when Coach Martin put me on the
varsity team right away. Lots of younger kids were
jealous, and lots of the seniors were really angry.
Coach Martin said the team could use a good diver, and
I am a very good diver. I guess Jake was the most
pissed of all, but he never showed it. In fact, that
was when he started to act like my best buddy.
Jake invited me to watch sports shows on TV at his
house, and I thought I had made a new best friend. I
felt much better about being in the new city and at the
new school. I wasn't so lonely. Shit, when you were
Jake's friend, doors opened everywhere.
Jake would even set up dates with some of the hot girls
at school. But when I tried to get to the fucking
stage, they somehow pulled back. Then, when I felt I
had gotten in really good with Jake and a bunch of the
seniors, they lowered the boom on me. It happened one
day after swim practice when Jake asked to have a chat
with me.
We sat on a long bench in the locker room. We still
both wore out Speedos, and I couldn't help but notice,
as I had noticed countless times, how much Jake bulged
out in the front of his swim suit. Well, I had seen him
in the shower too, and I knew he had a freakishly big
dick. Like the dick on a big black basketball player,
even though he wasn't black and not all that tall.
Everybody talked all the time about how his dick was
the largest in the school.
I don't know if that's true, at least I didn't know at
the time. But I knew it was large. It pushed the front
of his suit out in a huge lump that I even caught coach
Martin staring at. At meets, we knew all the girls
watched that bulge more than the swimming. He was also
known for his tight round ass, two really solid,
muscular globes.
He was an all round stud, and I tell you this to try to
explain to you how difficult it was to resist him in
any way at all, no matter if you were a dude or a cunt.
He just had this way about him. All the guys did
everything he wanted, he always got his way.
So we are seated in the locker room, on the bench. His
hair is still wet from the shower and hanging in his
eyes, and his body is wet too and glistens in the bare
locker room bulbs. Did I mention his nipples, no, well
he has a nice strong swimmers chest, but also those
really puffy, pouty, stick out kind of nipples...
almost too big for a guy, but really hot on hot dudes.
You know what I mean? They can look really wrong, like
girlie tits on the wrong guy. But on the right dude,
they are awesome. My nipples were pretty big back then
too, and I was always worried because I didn't want to
get kidded by the guys about having girl tits. Guys
love to do that.
"So listen dude, we got a little problemo, nothing
major, but something we got to work out." Jake smiled
and ran one hand over his chest. His even white teeth
sparkled.
"What's the matter Jake?" I guess I have to admit that
by this time, I did idolize him. I mean I spent all my
fun time with him, I talked to him on the phone every
night, like I was his girlfriend or something. I hoped
the problem was nothing serious, as I couldn't stand to
lose another friend and be lonely again. That feeling
probably has something to do with my dead father.
Jake stretched out one leg and ran the toes of his foot
down my naked calf. It tickled and sent a tingle
through me. "Well, you know that you have become my
best bud over these last few weeks." He nudged me with
his toes. "Don't you?"
He smiled and I smiled.
"Yeah, I guess." I felt somehow shy admitting that to
him. "We do hang out a lot"
He laughed a rich warm masculine teenage laugh. " A
lot? Christ, Kyle, I don't even have time to fuck much
cunt anymore, I'm so busy hanging with you. Sometimes
my fuckmeat feels like it's going to explode right out
of my jeans.
I felt a little thrill go through me at Jake's dirty
talk. He talked dirty a lot. I also felt a twinge of
sadness. "Is that the problem? Do you want to spend
less time with me?"
He shook his head and some of the water from the shower
flew from his hair into my face. It felt like rain. "No
way, man, I want to spend more time with you. I feel
kinda like we are brothers or something, don't you?" I
nodded. "The problem is the other guys. They feel like
I have dumped them for you. They're as jealous as that
thirteen year old cunt I fucked pregnant last year when
she found out I was boffing two other girls. They say
its unfair cause you never went through any team
initiation or anything like the rest of us."
"I never heard about any team initiation, Jake?"
"That's cause technically it's illegal. You know how
parents and school boards are about that kind of shit.
But we always do it, and all of us went through it, and
the guys say it's not fair just because I am the
captain of the team and you are my best friend, that I
let you off so lightly."
I shrugged. "So, I'll do the dumb initiation."
"Yeah, but I don't want you to have to endure any rough
stuff. Those guys can be pretty big assholes sometimes,
and like I say, they are jealous of you. So I won't let
you go through any real hazing or anything. No bad
stuff. Shit, I am too ashamed to even tell you what I
had to do."
I somehow grew terribly excited by this talk, I don't
know why. I tried to imagine what Jake had to do in
front of other guys. "Like what, Jake? What did you
have to do?"
He shook his handsome head again. "Nah, I wouldn't ever
want you to go through something like that. I like you
way too much. But anyway, here's what I thought. I
would tell the other guys that you would put in some
time as a kind of, team manager. You would do little
chores for them, pick up after them, that kind of
stuff. I'll even help you. That way it would be like
serving out an initiation, how does that sound. Just do
what the guys ask you too, you know little favors and
shit, and do that for about a month and then I know
they will accept you as one of them. And that way, we
can still be best friends without me taking all kinds
of shit from them"
"Sure, Jake. No problem. I don't want you to take any
shit for me. I just want to get along with everyone,
and I really want to stay your friend." He reached out
and put one large hand on my naked shoulder, and for
some reason, I felt really weak.
"Great. I'll set it up with the guys, I'll tell them
that starting tomorrow, you are serving initiation
time, and they can give you little mild chores to do to
prove your loyalty. And hey, in front of them, I may
have to act a little tough and give you a few chores
myself, I hope you don't mind. I private, I'll even
help you with stuff, but in front of the other guys,
.you know how it is. Ok dude?"
I smiled and felt his fingers knead my shoulder.
"That's fine Jake."
"Puuuurrrrfeeect! He growled and stood up. "What say we
hit a burger joint for some sustenance? I'll bet you
are damned hungry and could eat just about anything."
As he said that, he peeled down his Speedo.
Now, I'd seen him naked like I said in the shower
before, but for some reason this felt so different.
There he stood bare assed naked in front of me, his
strong muscular body not yet totally dry. He stepped
out of his wet speed and left it on the locker room
floor.
He stood with his hands on his hips, his legs spread
slightly. I couldn't help it, I had to look at that big
fat girl fucker hanging between his legs. It was so
fucking awesome. It hung at least six inches soft.
Thick almost as a coke can and his big balls hung
behind, swinging slightly.
"Jesus," he said, "if I don't fuck something soon, I'm
going to go nuts." One hand went down and cupped his
huge nuts. I felt myself getting turned on, honest to
God, I don't know why. I had never had a queer thought
in my life. Not in my whole fucking life. Now he turned
away and started to walk toward his locker. I watched
his ass globes roll as he walked. "Oh Kyle, pick up my
swim suit will you, and eh, take it home and wash it
out for me, would you? I got so much homework, I won't
have time."
"No problem Jake." I leaned down and picked up his tiny
Speedo, it felt warm and wet. It smelled like swim
pool, and sweat, and I thought, slightly of Jakes big
fat hairy balls and enormous cock. I held the warm suit
in my hands and tried to ignore the fact that I had a
sixteen year old boner. What was happening to me?
Chapter 2
It started the next day. I had no idea that Jake had
already spoken with the other senior guys, but I was
soon to find out. Everything went along fine until gym
class. We have to take gym at my school twice a week
even if we are on the swim team and practice every day
after school.
That's because coach thinks we still have to exercise
our bodies in other ways, and we should play other
sports as well. Anyway, it was after gym class, and I
was at my locker stripped down to my jockstrap. Skeeter
came about four lockers down from me with a bunch of
Seniors. Skeeter is the class clown. He's a thin guy,
blond, and not what you would call very hunky at all,
still because of his sense of humor, he is really
popular.
Skeeter started talking really loudly to the three
seniors with him, so loudly that heads turned,
including mine.
"Shit, I can't stand it anymore, my fucking jock strap
is so fucking dirty you can smell it half way across
the gym."
Mack, another senior, muscular and tough looking
answered, "You're not telling us anything we don't
already know. You must have the dirtiest jock strap in
the whole school."
Ted added, "School, shit, he's got the fucking
filthiest prick pouch in the whole God damned state."
The guys laughed and I took it for just average horsing
around. I had just taken off my jock strap and turned
to reach for my boxer shorts when Skeeter shouted to
me.
"Hey, Kyle, is it true what Jake says? That you are
willing to be initiated to be one of our gang? To be on
the inside elite of the swim team? " He had a big smile
when he said this. I held my boxers over my prick and
nuts so I could turn to face him to answer.
"Yeah, I guess. Jake said I should do it. You guys are
really fun, and I want you to like me."
"We do like you my man," Sketter said, rubbing the
front of his pouch as if his dick and balls itched. I
could smell his jock strap from five feet away. "But
you can't just switch to our school one day, and take
over the next, you already stole all our girls and
Jake, you gotta pay your dues, right bros?" Ted and
Mack nodded in mock seriousness. I couldn't tell how
much they were kidding. "So what do you say, are you
ready for a little initiation? Will you pass a few
tests for us and shit like that, just to prove you got
the balls?"
I felt cold even though the locker room was really hot.
"Ugh, yeah, sure, I guess."
Sketter smiled. "Well then, since I am so fucking
behind in my homework, I just don't have time to clean
my gear, you won't mind taking my filthy jock strap
home and giving it a good hand washing now will you?"
He looked at me real innocent like, his head cocked to
one side. Ted and Mack were holding back their
laughter.
"Ugh, I guess not." What the fuck could I say? I didn't
want to even touch the foul prick pouch, but if I had
to do some washing for them to get accepted, so be it.
Sketter sat down on a white gym matt and kind of arched
up his loins so his filthy jock pouch encasing his
teenage dick and balls stuck up in the air. "It is so
fucking dirty, I can't stand to wear it one more day. I
mean, my balls itch something terrible. It doesn't only
stink to high heaven, its all stiff cause when I watch
those fucking hot cheerleaders, my prick leaks like a
fucking faucet, and the frigging jock pouch is crusted
with pre cum."
He acted like he was a model there on the floor, the
other guys busting a gut. If I hadn't been the butt of
the joke, I would have been laughing too. It was pretty
funny. Now he twisted around to look at the real
straps, "Christ, there are skid marks on the ass
straps, that's from when I farted during that rope
climbing shit. Good thing you'll clean it for me."
Now he peeled off the jock strap, revealing his medium
sized prick and nuts. He wasn't built large or
anything. I don't know why I noticed his dick, it was
just something I did. He held the jock strap up by two
fingers and smelled. "Jesus H. Christ, its enough to
knock you out." Now he stood up and held the jock strap
out to me. I just stood there, looking dumb.
"Well go on, take it. How can you wash it if you don't
take it?" Shit, I really didn't want to touch the jock
strap. The smell was overpowering, ball sweat, and
piss, and God knows what else. I had enough trouble
standing the smell of my own jock strap after a really
sweaty gym class. But I knew I had to stand up to these
guys, I had to impress them. So I held out my hand and
took the wet dick strap. I kind of just stood there
holding it.
"Oh and Kyle, my man, I don't want my jock strap ruined
by rough washing, so make sure you wash it by hand."
Yeah, right, sure I would, like hell. But I smiled and
said I would. How the fuck would they ever know. But
they were way ahead of me.
"How do you know he's not going to throw it in a
washing machine?" Ted asked, innocent as all get out.
Skeeter looked at him.
"Because I trust him, because he's Jake's pal, and
because any pal of Jake is a potential pal of mine."
I felt a little better. I chew my lower lip when I get
nervous, and I had been doing that, but now I stopped.
I still stood there looking stupid with my boxer shorts
held over my dick and balls, while Skeeter didn't seem
to mind if his dick was swinging away for all of us to
see. Some high school boys are like that, more
comfortable with themselves than others. With their
sexuality I mean. I looked for something I could wrap
the filthy wet jock strap in, before I put it in my
book bag. But what?
"Still, I think a proof of trust is in order. I think
Kyle here should prove to us that he is true blue, that
he will do what we say. We need a pledge of some sort."
I nodded my head, chewing my lip again. "I promise to
wash Skeeter's jockstrap by hand, ok?" But Mack shook
his head.
"Nah, that's not good enough. We need to know you will
treat it with respect. How about you show us that you
really are willing to go through a little initiation
for us?"
I gulped, "Sure, how?"
Mack smiled. "Why don't you suck his jockstrap clean,
here and now."
I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I wanted to
tell them to go fuck themselves.
"Or do we tell Jake that you are really uncooperative?"
Ted leaned against the locker and curled his toes.
"You gotta be kidding guys." I looked at Skeeter, who
just smiled a big smile and reached down and scratched
his teen nuts.
"Look, Jake said I would have to do some little chores
for you, no not sick shit like this." I tried to
maintain my dignity standing there holding my shorts in
front of my prick and holding the stinking jockstrap in
the other hand.
"Look Kyle, think of it as a Fear Factor kind of thing.
You gotta show us that you got what it takes to be our
friend. After all, we are seniors and older than you by
almost two years. If you wanna hang with us, you gotta
be willing to sweat a little. So Fear Factor it is,
it'll be over in a few minutes. Just put the stinking
jockstrap wet with nut sweat and stiff with prick leak
into your mouth and suck it for us for a few minutes,
then you can take it home and wash it."
"What if I puke?" I asked sincerely.
"That would be a bad sign of disrespect. Come on, I
gotta get to class. You want me to give Jake a good
report, don't you? He would be so broken hearted to
hear you failed the very first test."
Four or five other students had heard what was going
on, and now they gathered around in various states of
undress to watch. Jesus, I was making a spectacle of
myself.
"What's it going to be, Kyle? In or Out? Winner or
Loser?"
I tell you I was so fucking lonely, I couldn't stand
it, and I really wanted Jake to stay my friend. He was
so damned cool. So I raised the dick reeking jockstrap
to my mouth and started to put the elastic waist band
between my lips.
"Oh no, my friend. You gotta suck on the pouch, the
part that holds Skeeter's cuntstuffer and nads."
"Guys, I don't know if I can do this." I was dizzy from
the smell.
"Suck on it." Skeeter growled like he was telling a
date to do his dick.
With nine guys watching now, I opened my mouth and put
the prick pouch in. It was stiff, but the sweat had
made some of the dried gunk gooey and slimy. I tried to
make my mind a blank and shoved the elastic pouch into
my mouth. I stood there with another high school
student's jock strap handing from my mouth. Imagine how
stupid I looked, how stupid I felt. My eyes were red
and stung. I didn't realize that I was bouncing on the
balls of my naked feet with nerves.
"Good man, now suck it clean." The guys leaned in to
get a better look. I sucked on the jock strap ouch, the
taste was bitter and salty and chalky and I don't know
what. As I sucked more and more I thought I smelled
piss and the taste of the pouch got more salty. I
thought I would faint.
Then I heard the guys applauding me. "Well done Kyle,
you passed your first test. The first of a month of
initiation trials. You did very well."
How do you think I felt, a sixteen year old kid
standing there bare assed with another dude's jockstrap
hanging from my mouth. I can't tell you how degrading
it was.
"Shit, I gotta get to class..." Skeeter yelled and ran
toward his locker, his prick and balls swinging and
slapping his legs He turned back. "Don't forget to hand
wash it, treat it special, after it covers a very
important part of me." The guys laughed, and Mack
stepped out of his gym shorts.
"Hey, Kyle, will you wash my dickstrap too?" He threw
it at me, his prick was huge and flopped around.
That first day, my easiest Five more guys threw their
prick pouches at me. And that night I had to wash all
six by hand. Jake came over to see that I did a good
job.
Chapter 3
Jake drove me home after school that day. I had the six
jockstraps in my book bag wrapped in a plastic bag, but
I could still smell them. Jake was real nonchalant like
nothing at all unusual had happened.
"So, how's it hanging dude? Have a good day?" We didn't
have any classes together because I am two years below
him in school, and also at lunch, he hangs with the
seniors. When I got into his car, his charisma just
took over and I felt like I was under a spell or
something. He was just so damned charming. As we pulled
out of the school parking lot, we passed a fourteen
year old freshman girl talking with her friends. Jake
honked his horn and she waved.
"Jesus, I really got to fuck that soon. I'm getting
blue balls just looking at her."
"But you've got a steady girl now, don't you Jake?
Allison? Aren't you two going steady?" Jake talked to
me almost nonstop about fucking girls. It's like all he
ever talked about except food and sports. Still, it was
a thrill to be around him. He was the most popular kid
in the school, and I have to admit, I felt kind of
proud being his friend.
"Allison? Shit, I've fucked her a dozen times, I'm
bored out of my mind. Her cunt is stretched out big
enough for me to get my whole fucking hand in. And she
won't let me up her asshole. Have you ever fucked a
girl in the ass, Kyle?"
"Ugh, no Jake, I haven't."
"It's so great. Fucking ass is almost more fun than
fucking cunt, cause the ass is tighter and the fuck is
more forceful somehow. I can't think of anything I love
doing more than fucking ass. Don't ever tell the other
guys that, some of them are pretty conservative."
I felt proud that Jake confided things to me he told no
one else. It meant I was special to him somehow.
We stopped at a fast food place for some burgers. There
was this really cute girl from my class who worked
there. She seldom had time to hang with us cause her
family was quite poor and she had to work right after
school. We pulled up to the drive in window. I had a
bad crush on this girl named Traci. Jake new it.
"Oh my man, look who's working, your honey, Traci."
I blushed. "Cut it out Jake."
Traci beamed. "Hi Jake. Hello Kyle." Traci of course
like all the other girls had a big crush on Jake, but
she also liked me quite a bit I think. We ordered.
"Why don't you guys park and come eat inside. If it
gets slow, maybe I can come visit with you for a
while." She was so damned hot and nice too.
Jake smiled and shook his head. "Nah, we can't, maybe
some other time. I'd really like to, but Kyle's got to
get home." I wanted to protest that I didn't have to
get home, but Jake went on, "He promised a bunch of the
senior dudes that he'd wash their dirty jockstraps for
them."
Traci looked at me and made a face. Her pretty face
just wrinkled up like she was smelling something bad. I
wondered for a moment if she could smell what was in my
book bag. "Ewwwwwwww, Kyle, why would you want to do
something like that?"
"Well, I, ugh," I had no answer. I was tongue tied. I
felt like an idiot. Jake came to my rescue, kind of.
"He's just a really nice guy. He's always doing little
stuff like that. I think he gets a real thrill out of
hand washing the jock straps of the senior boys." Some
help. Now I sounded really queer. Traci looked at me in
a funny way, then turned back to her work.
"Why the fuck did you say that?" I hissed at Jake.
"What? I just told the truth. Since when are you anti-
truth? What are you so uptight about?"
We drove in silence to my house, listening to the
radio.
Once there, Jake threw himself on my bed in my upstairs
bedroom. He stretched out, his face buried in my
pillow. Somehow, for some reason, it gave me a really
funny feeling in my gut. I don't know why.
"Okay dude, we got rules. Well don't include me in
this, the guys have worked up a set of rules for you to
follow for the next month for your initiation. Want me
to read them to you?"
He patted the bed next to where he was lying and so I
sat next to him. It felt really strange. I had often
thought of asking Jake to sleep over, but at sixteen
and eighteen it seemed a bit weird. I sat on the edge
of the bed and looked down at the high school hunk
lying next to me.
He arched his muscular body up to pull the piece of
paper out of his pocket. "Most of this is bullshit
stuff, but if it makes those assholes happy, try to do
it for them with a positive attitude. It'll be over in
a month, and you'll be one of the gang."
Then he smiled and squeezed my leg. "You are part of my
gang already!" He unfolded the handwritten paper. "The
guys wrote this together in the senior lounge today.
You'd a thought they were writing the Declaration of
Fucking Independence. Hey, dude, pull off my shoes for
me will you?"
I almost missed it. Just asked me a favor, right? Pull
of his shoes. Why couldn't he just kick them off, they
were just low cut trainers, why should I pull them off?
He waited. He never blinked looking at me like the
world stopped. I slid down the bed and reached for one
of his big feet. I slipped the tennis shoe off, I
smelled the smell of athletic socks. Jake was not
dirty. Jake was never dirty. Jake wouldn't be caught
dead with a filthy jock strap. I dropped the shoe to
the floor and then reached over and slipped off his
other shoe.
"Thanks buddy," He wiggled his toes. "That feels good.
Now crawl on up here and listen to the rules your new
friends have created for you." I crawled up and lay
next to my buddy on the bed. Just before I put my head
down next to him, he pulled the pillow away from my
side and slid it under his head atop the pillow on that
side. Now he had two pillows and I had none. I kind of
turned on one side and propped my head up with my hand.
Rules for Kyle's Initiation: Compiled by the Oakdale
Senior Swim Team Members.
If these rules are not obeyed for one month, Kyle
Scranton shall be dismissed from the swim team and not
allowed to join any other school teams."
"Can they do that? Can they just make decisions like
that?"
Jake nodded. "Oh yeah, the coach listens to his team
members. He says if a guy doesn't fit in with the team,
if he throws off the harmony, it can wreck the entire
season."
"But then the guys can get any dude they don't like
thrown off the team, ."
Jake grinned. "Yeah." He shifted on the bed and reached
down with one hand to adjust his big balls in his
jeans. "You suppose Allison is a good fuck?"
"I don't know Jake, and after today, I may never know."
I said, only half teasing.
"I wouldn't mind throwing a good fuck into her. You
know, listening to her squeal as I shove my huge hunk
of fuckmeat into her tight little pussy." I got really
jealous then. I knew he could have her if he wanted to,
and I wanted her. I was lost in thought and almost
didn't hear him continue reading.
"Rule One. For one month, Kyle will not be allowed to
date any girls. No dates. No kissing. No making out. No
fucking. In fact for one month, Kyle will not be
allowed to speak to any females whatsoever, except to
answer female teachers and to talk to his mom."
"Come on, How can I not talk to any girls. What about
at the mall in shops, or at a restaurant?"
"Only go places where there are guys working. No girls.
That's rule number one."
I pouted on the bed there next to my hunky pal.
"Rule number Two: Kyle is forbidden to jerk off or
shoot a load of cum except with permission of a Senior
Team Member, who shall be present on all such
occasions."
"That's just stupid, Jake. How are they going to
enforce it?"
Jake turned toward me, his muscular body inches from
me. "First, they trust you. Second I trust you. Third,
they have plans to ensure their control. How often do
you beat off, Kyle?" That was such a personal question,
I wasn't ready for it.
"Jeez, I don't know..."
"Sure you do. Every guy does. If I'm fucking some girl,
I still beat off usually twice a day. If I am not
fucking cunt, it's usually four times. How about you?"
My dick felt real funny just then. I don't know why.
"I guess two or three times, you know in the morning
before school, at night before I go to sleep and
sometimes just for fun in between."
Jake leaned closer to me. I could smell him. It was a
good smell. "You haven't fucked any twat in a long
time, have you?"
Even among friends, that is a delicate question. "Well,
not since I moved here, so it's been a couple of
months."
He made a kind of whooping sound and grabbed his crotch
with both hands. "Shit, how can you go a couple of
months without any cunt? I'd lose my fucking mind. I'd
be fucking watermelon, cantaloupe, anything that moves.
If I have to go a couple of days without fucking, I go
crazy."
I kind of sneered then. "Well, Jake, we can't all be as
lucky as you."
"Hey, don't get angry with me, dude. It's not my fault,
you don't score. I'm trying to be sympathetic here.
Anyway, the rules say no beating off without
permission, but that's easy, I got my cell phone, you
just call me up to get permission."
"Every time I want to jerk off, I got to call you?"
He smiled. "Or some other team member.
Rule Three. Until further notice, Kyle is forbidden to
eat, shit or piss without permission from a team
member."
I sat up. "Oh come on. I can't piss without asking
permission?"
"Just pick up the cell phone, bro. Nothing simpler.
Let's try to play by the rules, okay? I really want you
on the team and as my best buddy."
"But how can I, not eat, not take a dump, forget it." I
lapsed into silence.
Jake sat up and leaned in close. I could feel his
breath on me. "You okay with this? Will you try it, for
me?"
"Whatever." I somehow couldn't say no to him.
"Shit it's warm in here, like a fucking oven." I heard
a rustle and turned to see Jake seated behind me on the
bed slipping out of his sweatshirt and teen shirt. Now
he was naked from the waist up. His body was gorgeous
His pecs were tight and strong with big round pink
nipples. His stomach was tight. A tiny trail of prick
hair went from his belly button down into his pants. I
couldn't take my eyes off him. He knew it too. He
stretched and pretended to yawn. I saw his rich thick
armpit hair. No wonder the girls allowed him to do
whatever he wanted. He was the kind of guy who just
took whatever he wanted in life.
"Rule Four: After gym and after swimming, Kyle will
collect all the dirty towels, swimsuits, jock straps,
socks, whatever and wash them for the team each night
for the next month. He will hand wash them. He will
iron all the jockstraps and towels and socks so they
are neat and clean. He will return each jockstrap,
towel, socks, or swim suit to the owner with a hand
written note thanking the owner for allowing him to
clean his dirty sports equipment."
"Rule Five. Kyle will write for us a detailed account
of every sexual experience he has ever had. He will
list partners by name, age, and describe in detail what
they did together. He will tell us how many encounters
he had with each partner and describe each encounter in
detail."
"Wouldn't that be compromising the girls, to tell
their names and stuff?"
Jake smiled. "Who gives a shit about the cunts? There
are no secrets between best buddies. We share
everything. Don't I tell you about every twat I stuff?"
"I guess." I didn't want to hurt my ex-girlfriend by
giving out her name or telling what we did. I guess I
still loved her.
"Rule Six. Until further notice, Kyle will wear to
school each day, the clothing we supply for him instead
of his own ugly unstylish rags." Jake laughed. "Fetch
my book bag will you, dude?"
I crawled off the bed and got the eighteen year old
jock's book bag for him. He sat there, bare-chested,
looking like some kind of God. He ruffled through the
bag and pulled out a pair of jeans that looked like
they belonged to a ten year old. Then he pulled out
five tiny tee shirts, they too liked like they belonged
to a child.
"Those will never fit me."
"They might be tight and small, but I know you'll make
them fit."
I shook my head in disbelief. The jeans were the old
fashioned really tight kind, with narrow legs. They
looked to be low rise, like girls jeans, the tee shirts
were gross. One of them had "FREE MICHAEL JACKSON"
printed on the front. Another had "PROUD TO BE QUEER"
on the back. They were awful.
"Jake, I can't wear this stuff, even if I wanted to.
I'll get kicked out of school."
"No you won't dude. We had a case last year where this
faggot wanted to wear a gay pride shirt and the school
couldn't stop him. So you can wear whatever we say."
"But Jake, why would you want me to do something like
this... it's sick."
He placed one large hand on my shoulder. "First of all,
dude, it's not me. It's the other guys. Second, Its
like Fear Factor or Survivor, you just gotta show you
got the guts, and the guys will be fine with you. Now,
that's all the rules for now. There will be more later.
What say we get those dirty prick pouches washed. I
promised the guys I'd get some digital photos of you
doing the washing just to prove you were hand washing
them.'
I didn't know what was going on anymore. I was really
pretty confused. I had already forgotten half the
rules, they seemed so fucking stupid. I got off the bed
and grabbed my book bag. Jake, stood up next to me,
scratching one peck. The rubbery nipple moved under his
fingers. I pulled the stinking plastic bag out of my
book bag.
"Hey, dude, I got an idea. Jut to show you are a good
sport, why not put on Skeeter's jock strap and wear
that while you wash the others, then take his off and
wash it last. I'll get some pics of you in Skeeter's
jock strap, it'll show the guys you are a good sport."
"Have you seen Skeeter's jockstrap, Jake?"
"Yeah, it's pretty gross, but shit, you sucked on it,
right? So how bad can wearing it for a few minutes be?
Come on, strip off and put it on. Do it for me." He
made a face that made him look about twelve, and I had
to laugh. I kicked off my shoes. I took off my shirt
and started to unbuckle my pants.
"Whoa, wait a minute, let me see your tits."
"What?" I stood there nervously, while Muscular Jake
eyed my rather thin body.
"The guys are right. They said you needed some titty
exercises. I never really took a good look at you, but
they are right. Your tit's aren't developed enough. I
mean, every week we are out there at swim meets
representing our school. We can't afford to look wimpy.
You will have to start doing some tit exercises, and I
mean starting tonight."
"What's wrong with my ti... my chest?"
"Well first of all your pecs aren't developed. Look at
mine, feel mine."
I couldn't do that. I just couldn't. I mean, feel
another dude's chest.
"What's the matter? Feel my pecs, feel how strong they
are."
"I reached out one trembling hand and felt Jake's chest
muscles. His skin was like velvet, the muscles under it
hard and sinewy.
"And then, there's the tits themselves. The nipples,
your nipples are really undeveloped."
My nipples?" I was aghast. "Who the fuck cares about a
guy's nipples?"
Look at mine, dude. Look at how big and round they are
and how the nipple tips stick out nice and full like
pencil erasers. If you are gonna be on the varsity swim
team, and especially if you want to be captain some
day, which I am thinking you could be, you got to have
great nipples."
"But lots of the guys, I mean, I can't be the only guy
with small nipples."
"Kyle, you are my friend, you are the friend of the
captain of the team. We have certain standards. I want
you to look your best, and it's nothing that some
exercises can't fix. Some daily exercises for a couple
of months, and you will have awesome tits."
"Whatever." I felt ugly. I felt beaten down. I don't
know why.
"Don't worry, I'll help you with your titty exercises.
Now strip off bare assed and get into that dirty jock
strap. I can't stand the smell."
Chapter 4
I know you must think I am some kind of fucking sissy
freak that I would suck on guys' jock straps just
because Jake told me to. I tell you he has this
charisma, well I don't know if other guys fall for it,
but it did something to me. Does that mean I'm a
faggot? Wait until you hear what else I did, and then
you be the judge.
I sucked on Ted's Jock pouch while Jake watched me with
a big smile on his face. Then he looked through the bag
of jocks and with his fingertips fished out another
one.
"Here, Kyle, this one has some really gross stains on
the prick pouch, suck on this one." He handed me the
filthy dick cover and I took Ted's out of my mouth and
replaced it with the new one that had huge stiff yellow
stains all over the elastic pouch. I put it in my mouth
and sucked. The taste was terrible.
"Great man, you are doing and awesome job. You'll have
no trouble making the team at this rate, as long as you
pass the initiation. Listen, I'm gonna call Debbie
Thornton ok? You wash the jocks in the sink. Leave the
bathroom door open so I can watch to make sure you do a
good job. Ok buddy?"
I stood there with the jocktrap in my mouth and nodded.
Christ, what an asshole I am. Jake walked into my
bedroom and threw himself on the bed, my bed. For some
reason that was so hot to me, so erotic. I don't know
why. He took my phone and called Debbie Thornton, a
Freshman girl whose cherry he had just recently popped.
I washed the jock straps and watched him gab with her
on the phone. He got more and more dirty. He started
saying things like, "does that tight little pussy of
yours miss my big fat dick?" I stood there bare assed
naked washing jock straps, and my dick just got harder
and harder. I don't know why.
Then Jake suddenly pushed his ass up off the bed,
reached down and unzipped his jeans and slid them down
around his knees. Christ, he was bare assed on my bed.
His fat prick was awesome, it stuck up like a wine
bottle out of his crotch. It must have been nine inches
long. He started to masturbate while he talked to her
on the phone.
"Come on, little bitch, admit it, you really miss my
big dick. You like it in your mouth, don't you?" That
was how he always talked to girls. Even in school. He
would walk up to some girl at her locker and say, "So
bitch, you wanna taste my dick for lunch today?" And
somehow the girls fell for it. Now he was on my bed,
jerking his fuckmeat and talking to a girl from school.
I finished washing the jockstraps and hung them over
the shower rail to dry. It was gross and the water in
the sink was all scummy. I heard Jake sign off on the
phone.
"Finished, Kyle? Good job man. Shit, I'm afraid I
leaked pre fuck slop all over your bed. You know I
can't help it, when I talk to a hot bitch, I leak like
crazy. Sometimes it happens in school, I start leaking
like a faucet right in my jeans." I watched Jake as he
grabbed my pillow and wiped his leaking dick off on my
pillow.
"I gotta piss, Jake."
"Oh, well, you know the rules. Here's the phone. Why
don't you call Ted or Mack or Skeeter and ask them if
it's okay."
I made a face. Suddenly I had to piss badly. I don't
know if it was from washing the jocks or what, but I
had to take a leak big time. "Come on, Jake. You said
all I had to do was tell you, .you're my friend. You
know it's a stupid rule."
He sat on the edge of my bed, his muscular legs spread,
his big fat cock, as thick as a beer can hanging
between his thighs, leaking crap onto my bed sheet. It
was so gross. I'd never know a guy as openly sexual as
Jake. He was so fucking sure of himself all the time.
"Man, I know what I said, and it's true. Most of the
time, you just have to let me know, to follow the
rules, and I won't make a big deal of it, but this is
the first time and I'm here at your house, and I think
it would be good of you to call one of the other guys,
just to show that you are willing to play the game. You
know. Here, I'll even punch in Ted's number for you."
Before I could protest, he did. He handed me the phone.
"Yeah?" came Ted's thick masculine, teenage voice.
"Eh, Ted, this is Kyle."
"Who? Oh, the faggot from school. What the fuck do you
want, I'm watching some really hot porno here. Three
niggers are fucking the shit out of twelve year old
cunt."
"I'm eh, sorry to bother you, but you know, .the rules.
I'm calling because I need to go to the toilet, and I
wanted to get permission."
"Well, that's good. Glad to see you obeying the rules.
Do you need to shit or piss?"
"Piss." I felt foolish saying this.
"Okay, here's what I want you to do. Do you have a
plastic milk bottle down in your fridge?"
"Yeah, I guess, why?"
"Well, go down and empty out the milk and rinse out the
bottle, .then, take your piss into the bottle. If you
have to piss any more tonight, piss in the bottle , and
keep track of how many times you pissed. Ok?"
"I guess, I don't know why though."
"Don't worry about it. Just do it. And bring the bottle
to school tomorrow. Oh yeah, I my man, Jake there to
keep watch over you?"
"Yeah, he's here."
"Good, make sure he watches you piss. And don't spill a
drop."
"Oh Jeez, come on Ted, "
"Somebody has to keep an eye on you. And that jock
strap better be spotless." He hung up. I turned to
Jake.
"I'm supposed to piss in a bottle and you're supposed
to watch."
Jake chuckled and spread his legs even wider. "What do
you think Kyle, do I have a beautiful cock or what?"
"I don't know, Jake, I'm not a girl. I'll get the milk
bottle."
"Wait, just tell me, do you think my cock is beautiful?
Look how thick it hangs, and how fat the cockhead is
and look at the long pisshole." He lifted his semi hard
dick and wagged it at me.
"Yeah, Jake, you got a great cock, ok?"
But he pouted that cute pout of his and stood up, his
dick swung over his huge nuts. "No, you're not sincere.
Lots of chicks have told me I have the most beautiful
dick they ever saw."
"Yeah, well ten year olds will say anything." He
laughed at that.
"Very funny, but seriously. Look at my cuntbuster.
Isn't it awesome? It's much bigger than yours, bigger
than most of the guys at school, and perfectly formed.
So thick, it really stretches cunt. The bitches scream
that it's too big. Isn't it beautiful?" He walked over
toward me, hands on his hips and thrust his groin out
so his prick bobbed at me. He was some eighteen year
old stud all right. A young, nasty white boy, God.
"Jake your dick is awesome, now I really gotta pee
bad."
"Then just tell me how beautiful my cock is, and you
can go get the bottle."
"Jake, that's queer!" But I couldn't take my eyes off
his dick and nuts. They were so fucking masculine.
"Come on, admit it, you really think my dick is
amazing. Tell me how beautiful it is."
"All right, Jake. Your cock is fucking beautiful. It's
the most beautiful prick I have ever seen. I can
understand why the girls can't keep their mouths off of
it. Ok? Happy now?"
He smiled. "Kiss it." It was like the floor fell out of
the bedroom. I just hung there in space for a few
moments, not believing what I had heard.
"Jake, did you say what I think you said?"
He nodded and spread his strong legs wider. "Just give
it a little kiss, so show you respect me."
"Jake, I'm not into queer stuff, and I didn't think you
were either." Then why the fuck was my heart pounding
in my chest?
"You think I'm into queer shit? Me? The guy who has
fucked three times more cunt than any dude in school?
Maybe you're the one who is queer." Suddenly he sounded
mean. I got a little scared.
"Jake, I think this whole initiation thing has gone a
little far. I wanna be your friend and I want to be on
the team, but you guys aren't being fair. I can't do
all this stupid sick stuff."
He seemed to grow three inches in height. His muscles
seemed to bulge out, he looked really threatening. I'd
never seen him like this.
"Kyle! KISS MY DICK. NOW!"
I had no power to resist him. I do not to this day know
why. Because I am a faggot at heart? Do any of you know
the answer? I stood there bare assed naked in front of
him, my body smaller, paler, weaker. My dick had never
been so fucking hard, and I had to piss like crazy.
"I gotta piss, Jake. Please." He whispered.
"Kiss my dick Kyle, that's all you gotta do. No body
will ever know. This is just between you and me, our
own private little initiation. I do a lot for you, you
can do a little something for me. It's not about sex
Kyle, it's about power. It's about us as friends. It's
a test of friendship. Now come on, down on your knees,
and give my fucking hose a little kiss."
I looked into his eyes. There was no compassion, no
weakness. I sank to my knees, sweat running off my
naked body. His huge hunk of fuckmeat hung in front of
my face. I'd never been this close to another guys
prick in sixteen years of life. I could smell the sweat
on the dick, not unlike the jockstraps.
"Just a little kiss, Kyle. To show your respect." He
spoke quietly now, soothingly. Like he was seducing me
with words.
"Jake, I just can't, I never... It's..." I actually
gagged a little.
"Come on, just a kiss, Jesus Kyle, we're best friends,
Do it! Get it over with. Just you and me, best buddies,
kiss my dick Kyle."
I knew I couldn't win. So I leaned in and closing my
eyes, planted a kiss on the stalk of his wet, fat,
teenage prick. I started to pull away.
"Oh come on, you call that a kiss? You can do better
than that. I didn't even feel that. Come on, give it a
proper kiss. You can do it, you already gave it a
little peck. A peck for my pecker. But I want a nice
kiss." His dick was up its full nine inches now, so
fucking thick. It bobbed in front of my face. I had to
pull back so it wouldn't smack me in the nose. I looked
up at Jake. He was smiling down at me. He had the
camera in his hand.
"Jake, this is wrong for both of us. It's wrong for you
and for me. Please, let's not do this kind of stuff.
It's just not right." I wasn't even making sense any
more. I stared right at his prick. I couldn't take my
eyes off it. It had fucked so much teenage cunt. It was
so fucking awesome.
"Just give it a nice long kiss, like you would kiss
your girlfriend on the mouth. Think about your old
girlfriend, back home. The one you told me you missed,
think about her and give my big wet prick a nice sloppy
loving kiss."
I knew he was testing me. I knew he was testing me for
the team. I knew he was seeing if I had the balls to
make it into the inner circle of senior boys. Here I
was, a sophomore, sixteen years old. Could I do it?
I'd heard about this kind of stuff going on at college
frat initiations. When I was in eighth grade, the older
brother of one of my buddies had to go through a rough
frat initiation, and he told us all about it. I beat
off for weeks thinking about the stuff they made him
do. So I knew this wasn't really that unusual. But
still, I felt so fucking queer.
"Come on, Kyle. Don't let me down." It was as if the
thick cockhead of the dick were speaking to me. I
didn't look at Jake, only at his dick. The thick bush
of cockhair. The huge fat balls hanging beneath, each
nut the size of a boiled egg. It was a fact. He was
more manly than I was. I would never half the stud he
was. I was a wuss. I was a geek by comparison. He would
always get the cutest girls and the freshest cunt. He
would walk into a bar or a mall and every girl around
got dripping wet panties instantly. That's the kind of
guy he was. And I couldn't resist him.
I leaned in and planted a long soft kiss on the shaft
of this throbbing prick. The actual act wasn't as bad
as the thought of it. I mean it was just skin, prick
skin, but skin.
"Oh come on, Kyle, don't be such a sissy. Kiss the head
of my cock. Kiss it right on the dickhead." The
cockhead was all wet with leaking pre fuck, but He put
a hand on the back of my head and guided it to his
pisshole. He rubbed his wet cockhead on my face. I
tried to pull back, but couldn't. I wanted it over
with, so I kissed his cockhead long and deep, pre fuck
coated my lips and made me want to puke. Then he pulled
away.
"Good job, Kyle. Go get your milk bottle." I stood on
shaky legs looking at this stud. A long string of pre
fuck trailed from his pisshole down toward the floor.
He stood there proudly naked. I wiped the back of my
hand over my lips and he chuckled.
"Lets face it Kyle. You are a faggot. No use denying
it. I can accept it. My best buddy is a fucking faggot.
He loves my dick. Oh well, it's just something I'll
have to get used to. It will be our little secret. I
won't tell anyone you kiss my prick."
I didn't know what to say. I had no words...
To be continued?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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