Leonard

Mikey Needs To Cum

Part Two

Mikey Likes It

The next day, Mikey came into the usual bathroom at the usual time. The "usual" bathroom, he thought to himself, sighing.

Owen was already in the stall. "H-hey," said the teen when Mikey came in and closed the door behind him. The latch creaked as Mikey locked it.

"Hey, Owen," said Mikey, trying to sound casual and confident. The handicapped stall was larger than the others but the boys were still forced to stand close to each other. Although they were fully clothed, Mikey found himself acutely aware of the sexuality of Owen's older but still slender teenage body. He saw its need, too; he saw how Owen looked at him and he saw the erection under Owen's pants.

Mikey was also aware of the sexuality of his own body, on the cusp of its teenage years but not there yet. He shuffled awkwardly in place. He hadn't thought of himself sexually before all this started, not really. It was weird to think about how he was changing. He fingered the cross he still wore on his neck, the cool gold pressing against his chest. He just hadn't let himself think like this before.

"What's up?" asked Owen softly.

"Your thing," joked Mikey awkwardly, forcing a smile. Owen blushed and took an unconscious step back. The joke hadn't quite worked, which wasn't all that surprising since Mikey also hadn't joked about sex before... and Owen wasn't exactly the natural audience, either.

"Uh," said Mikey, after a pause, "it's really weird... thinking about this all day. Like, knowing we'll come here and do stuff. It's all I think about in school anymore..."

"Y-yeah," said Owen. He unconsciously moved his hands down to rearrange his pants, then realized what he was doing and pulled them away.

Mikey looked up at the teen, his neck having to crane slightly for the older boy who was seven inches taller. "It's strange," he said, lamely.

Owen nodded.

For a moment, the two boys stood there nervously. Mikey knew he should get started, he just didn't quite want to. Then Owen smiled weakly. "We, uh, we get way more action than any of the other kids. J-just can't tell anyone..." He looked at Mikey hopefully. "They should be jealous..."

"Uh, yeah," said Mikey.

"Sorry," said Owen. "Sorry..."

Mikey stood there for another moment. They'd gotten there early, but they'd still have to get to homeroom soon. He sighed, knowing what he had to do. "Ready?" he asked.

Owen nodded, blushing.

Mikey had started wearing pants instead of shorts, so he wouldn't have to kneel with his bare knees on the dirty bathroom tile. But now he looked down and saw that the floor was a little bit damp. "Really?" he mumbled.

"W-what?"

"The floor's wet. It's not even school yet, why'd the floor get wet?" he mumbled. "One sec," he said, as he started to undo his belt and remove his pants. He was acutely aware of Owen's gaze fixed on him as he slid the pants down. Owen stared openly, his mouth slightly agape as Mikey's slender, smooth legs were revealed. Now the younger boy was just in his cum-crusted green boxers. He hung the jeans up on the coat hook, which jangled slightly. Only one of its two screws was still in place and it tilted under the weight of the jeans.

Owen's gaze was fixed on Mikey's boxers and shapely legs as Mikey stepped forward.

"Ready?" said the younger boy.

Owen nodded, blushing. Mikey could already see the bulge in his shorts; of course Owen was ready. Mikey knew what to do, and he knelt on the ground. He felt the damp of the cold floor as he knelt down. He'd have to wash his knees off after this...

"Oh, uhhhh... wait," said Owen abruptly.

"What?" said Mikey, frustrated. His hand was already around Owen's cock and his mouth was open!

Owen looked down at Mikey apologetically. "I'm sorry," he said, quietly, as he got out his phone and started to film the cocksucking boy from above.

"Wh...what?" said Mikey, his calm demeanor broken. "Seriously?"

"He told me to," said Owen, his voice breaking. "I have to."

Mikey, kneeling there on the floor, felt himself blushing. "Shit," he said. He wanted to get up, he wanted to leave, he wanted to be anywhere but here, kneeling on the damp, smelly bathroom tile. What would Jason do with this video when Owen sent it to him? Post it online? Something else even worse? Mikey gulped.

As Mikey knelt there, small hand still wrapped around the erect cock, he realized that he could get up. He could leave so long as his tongue didn't touch that teenage dick. He could leave... but then he'd have to face the consequences of not fulfilling an order. What might happen? Would it force itself on him? Would he barge into Owen's class and drag him out to suck his cock in front of everyone? He couldn't risk it.

Mikey stared at Owen's cock, watching it pulse with excitement. He knew what he had to do, even with the cell phone taking video. He opened his mouth, leaned forward, and let his tongue touch the throbbing dick.

The transformation was immediate. Mikey still knew that a video was being taken, and he still didn't like it. He still knew he was kneeling on the floor of the school bathroom. He still knew he was being forced to do something disgusting. But none of that mattered, because the most important thing in the life of the kneeling twelve-year-old boy was giving Owen as much pleasure as possible to the fourteen-year-old whose precum was leaking onto his tongue.

Lessons flowed through Mikey's subverted mind. He ran his tongue along Owen's waiting cock. First he ran his tongue along the base, then slowly up, then he circled it around the tip as Owen moaned. Mikey closed his lips around the cock, sucking hard, and he started to swallow it down. A little bit of drool went down the boy's chin; it was turning out to be a wet blowjob, and Mikey tried to slurp it back in.

As he sucked and slurped, Mikey knew that every moment was being captured on video. He knew that Jason would get it and be able to do anything he wanted with it. Share it, post it, whatever. He tried to stop himself, to get himself to care about that. And he DID care, but he couldn't stop it, couldn't change it. The most important thing was making Owen happy, and in his mind, right then, if that meant that Jason would get a video of him giving a blowjob... then so be it. Even though the boy knew that the desire had been forced onto him, it didn't change anything. He needed to make Owen happy.

Mikey sucked harder and moved deeper on the cock. He reached up a hand to grab Owen's balls and start to massage them.

Owen cried out as he felt the devoted little cocksucker work. Mikey had been studying, and he was fucking fantastic at it. His tongue darted across the older boy's cock. He bobbed back and forth along it as it throbbed; he deep-throated it with a swallow, the effort decreasing every time he did it. Owen moaned and gasped as Mikey did his little best to pleasure the early-teenage cock. His hand shook, overwhelmed, as it recorded Mikey's hard work.

"MMMM!" cried Owen, as Mikey took his cock deeper again. His hands reached out to Mikey's head. At first they grabbed it, but then they loosened, and he gently caressed Mikey's cheek, a gentle touch. Mikey felt himself blushing even more. He hoped that couldn't be seen on camera.

Owen was close, he was gasping and Mikey felt the cock pulsing in his mouth. "Uhhhhhhhh..." moaned Owen. "Ohhhh fuuuuck!" He bucked his hips into the kneeling preteen.

Mikey smiled slightly as he saw how quickly he was able to drive Owen to pleasure. The ultra-important task consumed him utterly; his tongue, his mouth, his throat were all in service to it. He hated that he was proud of this, but each of Owen's moans made him happy, and he couldn't help that either.

After some time watching Owen get more and more driven to desire, Mikey slid out, breathing in deeply while he licked on the cock. The blowjob was still wet and messy. Stands of drool covered Mikey's chin, leaking out from lips that encircled Owen's cock, and slurping sounds echoed throughout the bathroom. A distant part of Mikey's mind, the part that still cared, was nervous that someone might walk in and hear it...

Mikey let the erect cock go completely and started to suck on Owen's balls, taking them one at a time into his little mouth.

"Oh... nooo, gooo back," moaned Owen.

Mikey knew his work through, and he kept sucking on those balls. He felt drops of precum fall onto his cheek and chin, mixing with the drool already present. "C'mon..." said Owen, his voice cracking and high-pitched, lost in the waves of pleasure going through his body.

For a moment, Mikey let the fourteen-year-old balls drop out of his mouth. "Now you know a little of what it feels like," he taunted, and then he took them back into his mouth.

"Ohh... yeah... c'mon... I have to get to homeroom... please..."

Mikey let the balls drop out of his mouth. "You want me to make you cum?" he asked mischievously, running his tongue sensuously along the length of Owen's throbbing dick.

"We've gotta get back..." said Owen.

Mikey had been learning about foreplay, about building desire in your partner. He'd been reading about how that tension was important. And he even had some pleasure at knowing that Owen needed the release too. But he knew they had to get back, and so he went back to take Owen's erect cock into his mouth, sucking it in and wrapping his tongue around the glans. Owen's body immediately started to convulse in pleasure as it was stimulated anew.

Owen was shaking. He still managed to hold his phone with one hand while the other was gripping the side of Mikey's head. His cock throbbed in Mikey's mouth. Mikey knew he could make it happen now. He had enough experience to know just how to drive Owen over the edge. Mikey the Maestro, he thought to himself, as he marveled, and shivered about the way he too had some little measure of control over Owen.

His eyes darted up to look at the cell phone, hovering above him, incessantly taking video. Video that would capture this moment forever.

It didn't matter.

Nothing mattered, except for what was about to happen. Nothing was allowed to matter in Mikey's mind.

Mikey swallowed again, taking Owen's cock deep. "OHHHHHHHHH!" moaned the teen as his body stretched out in one giant exclamation of pleasure; his cock throbbed with new force in Mikey's mouth.

Mikey felt the now-familiar sensation of a powerful, hungry orgasm. Cum shot out of the teen right into Mikey's mouth, and Mikey swallowed it down with single-minded eagerness. Owen shook, shoving his cock deeper and deeper as it throbbed, pressing his crotch against Mikey's mouth. Again and again Mikey felt his mouth fill with the sticky, slightly-salty stuff, and again and again he ate it down. When the orgasm was finally done, Mikey licked the tip clean, sucking out the last bit of cum before he let the wet, limp cock dangle in front of him.

Owen pulled back, panting, gazing down at Mikey with wide eyes. His hand shook as it held the phone. His cock hung limply. Mikey leaned forward, licking the tip and sucking lightly to draw out the last of the cum. At last he got it, and his job was done.

Mikey stood up. He took his arm and ran his sleeve along his mouth, cleaning up the various fluids that had accumulated on his chin.

"T-thanks," said Owen as he put the phone away. Mikey wondered idly if he could steal the phone... but he knew it wouldn't work.

Mikey, standing there in his boxers and having just sucked the older boy, didn't know how it made him feel to be thanked. You thanked someone who did you a favor. Who did a job for you. What was Mikey now? What was he doing?

Mikey shrugged. He was trying to play it cool again. "Whatever," he said. "Do..." he couldn't hide the fear in his voice, "do you know what Jason has planned for me tonight?"

Owen had begun stuffing his slick cock back into his pants; he shook his head. "Sorry," he replied. He looked down at his shoes, embarrassed. "He doesn't tell me anything."

"I figured," shrugged Mikey, as he grabbed some toilet paper to wipe off his knees, wet from the bathroom floor. It fragmented annoyingly while he cleaned himself up. "Hey, could we do this somewhere else from now on?"

"Where?"

Mikey had largely finished cleaning himself off and he threw the paper into the toilet. "There's a storage room no one ever goes into across the hall. We can sneak there instead of the bathroom."

"Uh, okay."

Mikey was pulling up his pants.

"Thanks," he said. "I'm always worried someone's gonna come in here."

"Yeah," said Owen.

With his pants on, Mikey opened the bathroom door.

"Thanks again," said Owen meekly.

Mikey shrugged. "Hey, uh, wait a minute," said Owen.

"We've gotta get back to class," said Mikey.

Owen reached down and took some toilet paper off the roll. Bringing it up to Mikey's cheek, he wiped away spots of cum and precum. "All right," he said. "Go ahead."

Mikey nodded. With that, he walked out, off to homeroom. Off to try to have a normal day at school.

He'd be back in a few hours, of course.

***

Mikey was the first into the storage room that afternoon. The room was small and tight, filled with shelves of books. It had a bare tile floor. Mikey sighed, looking around the empty space. He leaned against a shelf of Harry Potter books, waiting for the Owen to arrive. It didn't take long.

"Yeah," said Owen, as he shut the door behind him. "This is better."

"Some kids use this to make out," said Mikey, dropping his hand from the bookshelf and facing Owen uneasily. "I've, uh..." he blushed. "I've had guard duty before."

Owen nodded. He looked at Mikey standing there. "You r-really don't like this?" he asked sadly.

Mikey shook his head. "You do."

It wasn't really a question, but Owen answered anyway. "Yeah, I guess," he said. He shrugged. "I guess it's because of Jason, but I think you're hot. Like... I dunno." He blushed. "When I see you with your shirt off it just makes it so hot for me." His face suddenly elongated as his mouth dropped. "I mean... I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk about you like that..."

Mikey tried to shrug, tried to look tough. "Yeah, whatever," he said, as he dropped to his knees. "Let's go. Lunch is gonna end soon."

Owen got out his phone to start taking video. He brought out his cock. Despite his embarrassment at what he'd said, despite his feelings for Mikey, he found himself overwhelmingly excited each time the younger boy sucked him. He spent all day at school distracted. He felt guilty about it, and he'd never ask directly... but he hoped Jason would involve him in whatever twisted thing he had planned each night. Owen shivered to think about what he was doing to Mikey, but he stepped forward, and Mikey, of course, opened his mouth.

Mikey closed his lips around the eager teenage cock. For the sixth time, he felt his mind shift at the taste of it. Even though he knew it was coming, it didn't matter; his mind was already focused on pleasing Owen above all else.

He had to make Owen happy. Make him cum. Make him the happiest boy in the school.

And so Mikey dropped the cock out of his mouth.

He remembered what Owen had told him. Remembered how Owen had said that he liked seeing Mikey with his shirt off. If Owen liked it, then Mikey had to do it. It would make Owen happy. So he shimmied back and he pulled his shirt slowly over his head. As Owen looked on, his damp cock throbbing, his phone filming, Mikey slowly revealed his innie belly-button, his flat belly, and then his toned chest. In the end, Mikey's gold cross necklace hung on his bare skin.

Owen gasped as he looked down at the kneeling, shirtless boy.

Mikey smiled, because he knew Owen would like it if he smiled. And then, camera rolling, Mikey shimmied forward and wrapped his fingers around the teenager's cock. He pulled it forward and took the cock back into his mouth.

Owen gasped and leaned back against the shelving, his head lolling back along copies of 'The Giver.' He shoved his hips forward as new pleasure rolled through him and Mikey dutifully sucked.

***

By the end of school, Mikey's little cock was throbbing in his pants. He was desperate to cum. He'd sucked Owen twice but gotten no release himself, his own arousal just rising, and rising, and rising. It was all he could do not to just stroke himself out in broad daylight.

In a way, he looked forward to summer just so that he could space out his two cums more evenly throughout the day, although that thought was so incongruous in his mind that he didn't dwell on it. Regardless, when school finally let out, he ran to the ultimate field, arriving hot, sweaty, and willing to do almost anything to get that next cum.

***

I saw Mikey running up to me. I loved watching that athletic little boy jog up to me across the field. I loved watching his young muscles pumping in his calves, the way his chest heaved underneath his T-shirt. He must have run all the way from school. He was sweaty, his eyes needy.

"You ran over?" I asked.

"C'mon," he said, panting. His hand went to his crotch and I smiled at my little sexboy. "I need to cum."

"You're very impatient," I said to him, smirking.

"C'mon," he repeated, grabbing my hand and pulling me.

"All right," I said, a grin on my face. We walked together to the hidden clearing that had become our own.

"So what do I have to do?" he asked when we arrived. "C'mon!" He was almost jumping up and down with his need.

"Strip."

Mikey looked at me sadly. It looked like he wanted to say no, but he nodded, and he started to remove his shirt, once again displaying his lean boy's body for me. "So what're you gonna do with those videos you made Owen take?"

"You'll see," I replied. "I can think of lots of possibilities."

Mikey sighed as he started to pull down his pants over his smooth thighs. "Yeah..." he said, agreeing reluctantly. "I guess so."

"They really love that video you made online, y'know."

Mikey shrugged. "Great," he said listlessly.

The pants reached his ankles, and he kicked them off. He stood before me, long, slender legs curving out from those green boxers, boyish muscles rippling underneath. I saw a small stain of precum adding to all the cum that had already built up. His hand automatically reached down to his erection, and he gave himself a stroke before remembering himself and moving it away. He blushed as he stood there in front of me. "These too?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure," I said. "Then come over here."

Mikey looked nervously around the clearing, but it was deep enough in a wooded section of the park. His eyes betrayed his worry as he took off the boxers, my own beautiful, naked boy. He was willingly doing all this now, his desperation to cum leading him on, his life of sex becoming steadily more normal to him.

Mikey crossed one leg over the other, almost protectively, but I think it was more from nervousness; he made no real effort to cover himself up. His little cocklet was sticking out, rock-hard. I motioned to him and he walked up to me, cocklet swinging back and forth freely. "Yeah?" he said.

"Lie down on the grass."

"What're we doing?" he asked, as he started to lie down.

"Spread your legs," I said, and in answer to his question, I took out my pen.

"Oh, c'mon!" said Mikey, but he was already spreading them. "I'll do what you tell me to. You know I will!"

I knelt down by his thighs, which were empty of my marks. Elsewhere, on his belly, his back, his chest, his hand, the runes were partially washed off but not completely. Once they were gone I could reuse the space. For now, I had to use his thighs, which didn't give me quite as much real estate. They were nice, though.

Slowly, I drew the circle, wrapping it halfway around his leg. He was squirming. "Stay still!" I said.

"It's not fair!" he argued. "I'll do what you tell me!"

I reached out and grabbed his naked dicklet with my hand, giving it a couple of strokes. His body shook in response, his hips humping forward. "You want to cum?" I said.

"Y-yeah," he gasped.

"Then stay still!" The twelve-year-old quieted as best as he could, letting me place the marks that would deepen my control of him. I closed up the circle on his pale skin and started to draw the runes. He held as still as he could. I could feel his muscles, trained from years of running and sports, strong underneath there. I filled in rune after rune. The pen pressed down on his soft flesh, making it harder to draw straight lines, but I proceeded carefully and finished the runes.

"There we are," I said at last.

"Acum m'ascultz. Acum gundul to ye al meu." I felt him wiggle underneath me. He knew what came next.

"Acum fach tot careh vrau!"

Immediately, his smooth, innocent face went blank. He stared at me, open-mouthed, his mind ready for its commands. "Mikey," I said, "can you hear me?"

"Y-yes... sir..." he said.

"Good," I said. "And you're going to obey all my commands, right, Mikey?"

"Yes, sir," he answered. The naked boy squirmed slightly on the ground.

Gently, I ran my hand along his unused thigh, feeling its warmth and its smoothness. He shifted below me. I ran my hand up to his little cocklet and gave it a few shakes. He squirmed.

"Mikey," I said, "do you know what drew me to you?"

"No, sir," he said softly.

"It's not just your smooth little body. You're a sexy, athletic little kid," I said, "but that's not all. You've got spirit. You like joking around. You like showing off. Don't you, now?"

"Yeah, sir, I guess I do," he answered as he lay back on the grass.

"You're a little performer."

"Yes, sir," he said.

"From now on, Mikey, you're going to be performing for a lot more people."

Even through the haze of his trance, I saw a twinge of fear go through the boy. As he lay there, naked on the grass, he looked up at me with wide eyes. "Wh-what does that mean?"

"It means that if someone is attracted to you and they tell you to 'be a performer,' that instinct is going to take over. You're going to be you but MORE. You're going to show off for them, make jokes and dance and strip and do whatever to make them as horny for you as possible. And you love it. You love making pedos horny for you."

Mikey lay there, looking up at me.

I continued, "When you're being a performer, you love to show off. You love it, you love love love it, if you can get someone hot for you. You're a little exhibitionist, showing off your smooth body, joking around, being you. You know what I mean?"

"Yes, sir," he said. I think a shiver went through his naked body.

"Performer Mikey shows off and pleases people, just like when you score in Frisbee or tell a good joke. He loves nothing more than getting those fucking pedos drooling over him. In fact, it feels even better than when the whole class laughs at your joke, even better than when you score the winning point at Ultimate. Performer Mikey loves it when someone has a boner for him, it's the best feeling in the world, and the bigger, the better."

I smiled. "Do you understand what I'm telling you, Mikey?"

"Yes, sir," he replied. His legs shook a little bit.

"When you're Performer Mikey, you're like this until someone tells you 'show's over.' Now, let..."

"P-please, sir," he started to say, looking up at me."

"Shhhh," I cut him off. "Let the command be done."

Mikey closed his eyes in anticipation. I don't think he was even trying to fight it anymore. His naked body jerked on the grass as his mind rewrote itself to fulfill my desires. He groaned softly. His thigh flared up, heat flowing through it as the runes drew in power and established their dominance over his mind. "Uhhhhhhh..." he let out as his eyes shot wide open and then settled into his normal gaze. The heat in his thigh lessened. The command was in-place.

"Yes, sir," he said softly. There was only the tiniest amount of space left in the runes, it had taken up almost the full area of his thigh.

"Mmmmm," I said, squatting down next to him. "We've got space for another command for you. I wonder what it should be."

"P-please, sir," he said softly. "Maybe it's enough."

I reached down, running a finger along his bare chest. "No," I said, "I don't think so. Let's give my brother a new way to have fun with you. That should be good."

My obedient little Mikey stared back at me, waiting.

"Your other command is that whenever someone else touches your nipples, it feels great. It gets you powerfully aroused and horny, but it just feels so good you keep wanting more of it. It's almost more than you can stand, it feels so good. The harder they press, the better it feels; when they pinch them, you're just in little Mikey heaven. You understand?"

"Y-yes, sir," he said.

"Good." I smiled to think of Mikey writhing in uncontrollable pleasure. Hopefully Owen would be pleased at his new power. "Let the command be done."

As this embedded itself into Mikey's psyche, it was a little bit less dramatic. He shook and his eyelids closed for a moment, then opened. His thigh flared up then cooled. He sighed. The command was in, and the runes were essentially full.

"Now, Mikey," I said, "wake up."

"Ugh," he groaned and rolled over.

"Are you going to make me be a performer now?" Mikey managed to mumble.

I smiled. "Nah," I replied. "That can wait for tonight. For now, we can get right down to business."

When our orgasms were done, Mikey dressed, starting, of course, with those cum-crusted green boxers. I watched them go up his smooth thighs. It was a sight I never, ever got tired of, and I couldn't resist reaching down and giving his cock a massage right through them. He groaned. That should be a nice start to his buildup to horniness.

Once he had his clothes back on, we jogged back to the game, and made it before they even started.

***

We picked teams. Mikey was on the opposite team from me, and I saw him line up to mark me. I heard someone ask him if he was sure he wanted to cover me, since I'm a lot taller.

"I'm sure," he replied. "He's mine."

The game started. Mikey was intense. He guarded me close, his smooth arms wide to block any shot of the Frisbee. You'd think that since he was smaller he wouldn't be an effective guard, but he was so fast. Two times he knocked the disc out of the air just after I tried to lob it. He grinned at me. "I've still got it where it counts," he said.

"You have it in lots of places," I whispered back.

The game went on. Mikey was sweaty, hot, and fighting. And let's be honest, I was horny and distracted to watch him racing across the field, always in my face. I could barely look at him and not see those green boxers I knew were underneath his shorts. Not think of the bouncing little cock I knew so well, the one with constantly building arousal, the one that would perk up when I grabbed it. I wasn't at my best, and Mikey took advantage of it.

"You're going down, Jason," he said one time he was guarding me.

"Maybe," I said, giving just as hard as I got, "but I know who'll be on his back later."

Mikey actually smiled at me. I ran for the disc, but he was right there with me, again.

In the end, Mikey's team won. By a point. He didn't score it, but he pulled me away when I was guarding him, letting one of their players slip through to get the pass. He grinned at me, sweat dripping down his forehead, his shirt covered in it.

"Yeah!" he said.

"Dude," said Brad, one of my teammates, "that kid shut you down."

I shrugged. "I guess," I said. "He had a lot of energy today."

Brad smiled. "Beaten by a twelve-year-old."

"Hey man," I said, smiling, "there'll be a rematch."

When we were going around, high-fiving and saying "good game," I whispered to Mikey. "Guess who's wearing his sweaty boxers another day?" He grinned back at me. It didn't even register on him.

***

"11:30 my place"

That was the text Mikey got. He knew what it meant, of course. So at 11 he snuck out of his house, and he biked over to Jason's.

Owen opened the door again. "Hey," said Owen, quietly. The fourteen-year-old looked down shyly at his feet.

"Hi," said Mikey.

"C'mon in, I guess," said Owen. "I mean, of course. Yeah." He shrugged. He opened the door wider, and Mikey stepped in to the house he was getting to know so well.

"D'you know what he has planned?" asked Mikey as he stepped inside.

"N-no," said Owen. "Sorry." He looked down at Mikey's pants, tented by Mikey's long-running erection. Owen felt his own start to stir at the sight.

"God," said Mikey, "this is insane."

"Y-yeah," said Owen, still looking at the other boy's crotch.

Mikey shrugged.

"Let's go," he said.

The two boys went upstairs.

***

I watched as Mikey hesitantly entered my room. He stood just inside the door, fingers nervously intertwined, toes digging into the floor. Owen followed shortly behind.

"Hey there," I said.

"Uh, hi," muttered Mikey. Owen just shrugged.

"Hold up your shirt, Mikey," I instructed him.

Mikey shivered slightly, but he complied, raising his shirt. I saw his smooth belly tantalizingly swelling and shrinking with each breath, and his little innie belly button. But I also saw what I feared: criss-crossing faded black lines from runes which I knew would wreck the image.

"Yeah," I said, "you need to wash that off if we're gonna film you." I walked over to Mikey and stood next to him, looking the boy up and down. I stood about a foot taller than him. Reaching out, I grabbed his cheek in my fingers. "I want you to look perfect," I said. "Just as beautiful as you are."

For a moment I ran my thumb along his cheek. Finally, I spoke. "Go take a shower. Owen, go with him. Rub him down until you're sure every last mark is off him."

Mikey looked at me, then he looked at Owen. "I..." he said, "I can do it on my own."

"I want to make sure," I replied. "Besides, I don't think Owen will complain. Now c'mon, go. If you want to cum, that is."

Mikey looked down at the ground, then, softly, he nodded.

"I'll show you where it is," said Owen. His tried to keep his voice soft, but I could hear my brother's excitement.

***

As Mikey got to the bathroom, he could feel his heart beating. He'd been made to suck Owen's cock twice a day, plus do all kinds of stuff for Jason. But he felt like he was about to expose himself for Owen in a new way... more than just being naked for him. Somehow, showering was more personal. It was a private part of his life.

So for a moment, he just stood there, not moving.

"We, uh," Owen started to say. He wanted to tell Mikey that he had to get naked, but he knew better. "We should probably... get started..."

"I can really do it on my own," said Mikey.

"My b-brother told me to h-help," said Owen. "I don't want to get him mad."

Mikey shrugged. He knew Owen had seen this all before. He knew it. Still, as he started to remove his shirt, he couldn't help but notice his hands were trembling.

Owen watched intently. Then he realized it was awkward, so he looked away. Then he felt awkward doing THAT, so he decided he should do something too. It occurred to him that if he was going to scrub Mikey down while they showered, he should also take off his clothes. So he started to remove his shirt, but then he thought that it felt like what you did before sex, and strangely intimate in that little bathroom. Finally he decided there was really no way to not be awkward right now, so he just kept undressing, stealing glances at his younger crush whenever he could.

This was really, really weird.

Mikey had faced away from Owen. The teen got a quick glance at the other boy, and he saw that Mikey was starting to pull down his pants. He couldn't get enough of looking at those smooth legs. Quickly, Owen turned away, lowering his own pants as well. He was painfully aware of Mikey's hot body a mere foot away. It was as if he could feel the heat radiating out from it. Soon they were going to be naked together...

Owen pulled up one slender leg and then the other out of his pants, dropping them to the side. Mikey, who was turned away, heard them fall to the ground, and he knew what that meant. He reached his thumbs under the elastic of those green boxers, and started to push them down.

For Owen, it was impossible to turn away in that moment. He stared while Mikey's supple ass was revealed to him. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about what he'd do to it if he got the chance. It was completely wrong, but he wanted it. He needed it...

He reached down, and his own boxers fell to the ground. Owen was naked. He felt the cool air against his bare skin. He'd pushed down his pants for Mikey before, several times, so the boy could suck him. But now he was completely naked. And so was Mikey.

The other boy was turned away from Owen, and Owen took in the view of his slender body. Again his eyes focused on that butt, big and inviting. Still Mikey didn't turn to him. The boy's shoulders were hunched inward, protective.

"You alright?"

"I'm fine!" said Mikey, a bit too quickly. He seemed to steady himself and straighten his shoulders. "C'mon," he said, after a moment.

He still hadn't turned towards Owen, but he stepped forward into the tub. Owen, aware of his own nakedness, walked forward. He could feel his dangling cock and balls, exposed to the world, as he stepped forward into the tub, and then he closed the shower curtain behind him.

He was alone. In the tub. With Mikey.

Owen's cock was out like a rod. Mikey's was too, but Owen knew that was because Mikey had to cum so badly. It was probably all he could think about.

"This is so weird," said Mikey.

"Yeah," said Owen. He wanted to reach out. To put his hand on Mikey's shoulder, to comfort him, to say it would all be OK.

He didn't.

Mikey reached forward, his hand gripping the knob, and he turned it. Water started to flow out into the tub. Mikey reached forward with his foot to test the temperature.

"Th-that's about right," said Owen, seeing where the knob was. "That's where I usually shower."

Mikey reached out and lifted the button. A moment later, water shot out, hitting the two naked boys. They both inhaled softly at the impact.

Still facing away from Owen, Mikey started to run his hands along his belly and chest, starting to try to remove the ink from the runes. Owen restrained a moan was he thought about the boy's hands sliding over his smooth, wet skin. "Can you hand me the soap, please?" he asked.

It was the please that broke Owen's heart, but he didn't say anything. He turned around, grabbed a bar of soap from behind him, and handed it to Mikey. Mikey never turned around; he just started to soap up the parts that had runes on them.

"C-can I have the soap for a minute?" asked Owen.

Mikey handed it back, and Owen lathered up his hands. Then he reached out, placing them on Mikey's back and starting to rub it in to try to remove the runes. Mikey gasped softly at the touch, tensing his shoulders; a moment later he released and just let it happen.

"You can't... you can't do your back yourself anyway," said Owen.

"Yeah," replied Mikey.

Warm water poured down on the two naked boys. Owen loved the feel of Mikey's soft skin. It was supple, giving way gently to the touch of his fingers. He thought that he could stay like this forever, just gently caressing Mikey's back. His hands ran along it, feeling the little indents of the spine, the climb of the shoulder blades, the way the back curved in near Mikey's waist. Slowly his hands worked their way down. Eventually, he let a hand run its way over Mikey's butt.

"Not there," said Mikey.

Owen nodded. He continued lathering up Mikey's back. He'd be happy with what he got.

"Y-your back's not getting wet enough," he finally said. "Can you, uh, turn to the side?"

Mikey turned back, looking Owen in the eyes. Then he nodded. Owen couldn't resist looking down then, to see Mikey's cock.

It was erect, of course. Throbbing with fierce energy. Owen imagined that it was because of his caress, but he knew that Mikey needed to cum twice a day and he'd only done one so far. It wasn't because of him.

The preteen cock reached about three and a half inches [c. 9cm] long, hairless, with a ballsack that was just starting to drop and dangle more from Mikey's crotch. Owen wanted desperately to hold those balls. To massage them. To lick them. He knew he couldn't.

Instead, he started to run his hands over Mikey's back, letting the water finally wash off more of the ink. For a minute, he worked like that on Mikey's back.

"You missed a bit over here," here said, indicating the right side of Mikey's belly. He reached out with his soapy hands, sliding them along the other boy's stomach. Up and down. Up and down.

His hands were so close to that cock. So close... why would Jason have sent him here if not to touch that cock? But he knew he shouldn't. Mikey wouldn't like it.

"You have runes on you," said Mikey, at some point. He was right, of course. Owen had runes covering his own belly and along his left thigh. Those were only the most recent; older runes had long since washed off.

"Y-yeah," said Owen.

Mikey didn't say anything more, so Owen kept working on getting the ink off of his stomach. Eventually he felt it was clean enough.

"I'm going to do your thigh," he said.

"Um," said Mikey, "all right." He sighed. "Man," he said, "no one in school has any idea."

"N-nope," said Owen, kneeling down. Water splashed in his face and he had to turn it to the side while he started to run the bar of soap along Mikey's abundant thighs. Now he caressed them, slowly removing the ink from them, leaving no trace of what was done.

And then he looked up. There was the erect cock. It swung back and forth from Mikey's crotch, a cloud of water droplets surrounding it where the shower water impacted against the boy's skin.

Owen reached up, and he grabbed it.

"Don't," said Mikey softly.

But Owen couldn't help himself. It was so hard, and so nice to hold. Slowly, he started to rub it back and forth.

"Oooooh," moaned Mikey.

Owen took that as encouragement. With the warm shower water raining down on them, he ran his thumb along the base, running it along the length of the throbbing, needy dick.

"Oooooooh..." moaned Mikey again. His knees shook. "C'mon... don't... I need... I need to cum..."

"J-just a little... a little..." said Owen.

"P-please."

"Let me." His hand squeezed and Mikey cried out, his hips humping gently forward.

"C'mon," said the younger boy.

"You... you l-like it."

"Ahhhhhh," moaned Mikey. He reached out a hand to the front of the shower, steadying himself. "I'm soooo horny," he gasped.

"Yeah," said Owen, "yeah."

"Mmmmm..."

"It feels good."

With sudden strength, Mikey turned himself away from Owen, facing his back to the older boy again. "Please stop," he said, softly.

Owen stood there, his hand still out, as he now faced into Mikey's ass. His mouth was open, and he felt warm shower water accumulating there. He turned away so he could breathe.

"I'm... I'm sorry," he said at last.

Mikey looked over his shoulder down at Owen.

"You really can't help it," he said.

Owen shook his head. "Those runes wore off a long time ago," he answered.

"Am I clean?" asked Mikey.

"Let me see," answered Owen. "Please."

Mikey turned himself around. Owen tried not to focus on the beauty of the body that was spinning in front of him, but he couldn't entirely help himself. "On your right nipple," he finally said.

"Thanks," said Mikey, reaching up to rub the ink off. Eventually it was clean.

"I, er, think you're good," said Owen.

"Ok," said Mikey.

"I'm sorry."

Mikey shut off the water, then turned and looked at Owen. Owen tried not to pay attention to the dripping boy, especially some of the... more interesting body parts that water was dripping off of. He tried to just look Mikey in the face.

"It's not your fault," said the boy. "I think."

Owen nodded. Before he could stop himself, he looked Mikey's naked body up and down. Then he shook his head and came to his senses. "I should've gotten us towels before stepping in," he said. "Let me get you one." Dripping all over the bathroom floor, he stepped out to find a towel.

Eventually Owen had it, and the two boys toweled themselves off, dressed again, and headed down. When he'd undressed, Mikey had put his gold cross in his shorts pocket. He thought he knew what was going to happen... and he left it there, so it wouldn't end up on camera.

***

When the boys came back, I came up to them. "So Mikey," I said as I stood over the boy, hair still damp from the shower, "you ready for the spotlight?"

Mikey bit his lip. "I'm clean," he finally said.

"Owen checked you out?" I asked.

The two boys looked at each other for a moment, then turned back. I couldn't quite tell what passed between them. "Y-yeah," said Owen.

I nodded. "Then we're ready."

"Couldn't we just... do something else?" Mikey asked. "I really don't want to... did people say things about me?"

"Oh yeah," I said. I started to circle around the boy as I talked. "They really loved the look of you." I placed my hand on his shoulder, letting my fingers slide around his neck as I kept circling. "They talked about your smooth boy-thighs, and those muscles on your calves, and your nice nipples." He shivered underneath my touch. "And you know what they really loved? They really loved your dick."

Mikey bit his lower lip, looking at me with wide eyes.

"Please don't put me up there anymore," he said. "I don't want them to see me."

"Y-yeah," said Owen. "Don't make him do that anymore."

I glared at my little brother, and he backed down, taking a step back. "Owen," I said simply, "you can go if you want to. You can stay if you want to watch. Your choice."

Owen looked at Mikey, then he looked back at me, then down at the ground. He shrugged. I saw his fourteen-year-old cock twitch in his pants. He stayed.

"That's what I thought," I said. "And you," I said to Mikey, reaching down and grabbing his dick through his pants, "you're gonna stay too, aren't you?"

Mikey moaned as my hand massaged his throbbing dick. He knew he needed another cum before bed, and his body desperately desired it. It was already past midnight. His hips twisted at my touch.

"Y-yeah," he said, blushing and looking down.

"Yeah," I said, "but don't worry, Mikey." I continued to pull at his throbbing, needy dick, and a moan escaped his lips. He bucked forward into my touch. "You're going to enjoy this. You know why?"

"W-why?" he gasped, as he continued to hump into the pleasurable sensation.

"Because," I answered, "you're going to be a performer."

***

"Uhhhhh... noooooooo," Mikey gasped. He could feel it as things shifted in his mind. The boy closed his eyes, not sure if he was trying to fight it or just bear it as unbidden thoughts came to him. When he opened his eyes and looked at Jason, he could see Jason's boner pushing out his pants. A dim smile came to his face. He was proud to have given Jason that boner. He looked at Owen. Owen had a boner too. Mikey's smile deepened. They were both excited by him.

The boy shuddered. These weren't his real thoughts, and he knew that. But he couldn't push them out. He just loved seeing the older teens turned on by him. It was thrilling to know he had that effect on people. He tried not to be proud of it... but it didn't help. He wanted more attention. He twisted his hips a little bit, and he saw those pedophile cocks jerk in response. A rush of endorphins flowed through his body.

"You like what you see?" he asked before he even understood what he was saying.

"Hell yes," said Jason.

Mikey was out of his own control. He was disgusted by himself.

He held out his hands broadly in a sign of triumph and faced up to the sky, just like he would when he'd score a goal in Frisbee. "I am the god of pedophiles!" he announced with a smirk.

Owen squeaked. "You're gonna be, all right," said Jason.

Mikey smiled. With a lewd thrust of his hips, he pushed his pelvis forward.

"You want to get some pedos hard for you?" said Jason with a smirk.

No, thought Mikey. "Oh yeah. You know I will," he replied out loud.

"C'mon over here," said Jason, taking the boy's hand. Mikey didn't resist at all, he just walked over to the center of the room. Jason turned on the camera to start recording, and the boy even grinned a little bit. He fought it, he suppressed the grin for just a moment... and then he changed his mind and immediately started to grin again.

Fuck, thought Mikey. I want them to want me so much!

"Do you like thinking of all these pedos getting off on what you're doing right now?"

Mikey looked at the older teen. He bit his lip.

"Y-yeah," he finally said. He rubbed his cock a little. It was so hard.

"Yeah," Jason replied. "That's what you get off on now, you little slut."

Mikey winced at the word, but it didn't stop him from waving his erection around at the camera as it started recording.

"Now give your viewers a nice introduction that'll make them good and horny for you."

Mikey thought about what successful TV hosts looked like. He wanted to project confidence, to just be himself... whatever that meant now. To be his pedophile-attracting self. The twelve-year-old 'star' looked straight at the camera, and he smiled, the desire to put on a good show overwhelming everything else. His eyes sparkled on his wide face. He should have a title for the show... what should he call it? A pun of some kind? He'd searched for his name online a while ago, and there was this old commercial...

"Hi there, pedophiles!" he announced loudly, taking a dramatic step towards the camera. "This is Mikey Likes It, where you can see just how much I like all the perverted stuff you make me do!" He twisted his hips again, his whole athletic body turning with the motion.

God, he was in it now.

Jason's mouth had dropped open at Mikey's confident welcome, the camera shaking in the smitten teen's hands. Mikey smiled wider when he saw the effect he was having.

"I'm Mikey, your host, love interest, and sex object," he continued, his inner mind recoiling at the words he was saying, knowing how much they'd turn people on, "all rolled up into one cute preteen package."

He pulled up his shirt just a little bit, revealing some of his belly. He was doing a damned good job, and pride swelled his ego, knowing what an incredible host he was for this video. His mind was racing, thinking of new things to say, just like when he'd emcee'd the talent show at his church youth group. (God, please...)

"Stay tuned," he went on improvising, "for the hottest show you've ever seen!"

"Holy fuck," muttered Jason. This was way beyond anything he'd expected with the 'performer' command. Owen was jerking himself off shamelessly, not even trying to hide it. Jason continued.

"W-why don't you read what you're going to do for us today?" In his mind, Jason couldn't believe Mikey's showmanship. The kid was incredible.

Mikey nodded and held out his hand. Jason handed him a piece of paper.

"I wonder," said Mikey, holding the paper between two fingers and almost fondling it, "what you perverts want me to do."

"I picked a tamer one," he said, "for you to start."

Mikey nodded gratefully, but then the performer in him took over. "Awwwwww," he cooed, knowing it would get the audience more excited.

He held the piece of paper delicately in front of him. His heart was racing. He knew that whatever was written there, whatever some random pervert had written online, he would have to do. And he'd do it in a way that he calculated would arouse them. He'd put himself on display. He'd use his body however he could to turn them on.

He'd be so damn good at it. The best. They'd love him. He'd get them going like they'd never been going before. No one could do it like him!

Fuck.

None of his thoughts showed through except for his satisfied smile. He shifted the paper from one hand to the other.

"And the Oscar goes to," he announced, and opened up the paper, "GimmeMikey!" He clapped his hands and whooped.

"Aww," he continued, "look at that. GimmeMikey made a username just for me. I'm touched," he said, holding his hands up to his heart. "GimmeMikey," he said, stepping forward, spreading his arms wide, and thrusting his chest forward, "You've got me!"

Mikey hadn't read what the sheet said. He dreaded it. He'd stalled as long as he could. He felt his heartbeat slamming in his chest. "You know," he said, his voice quavering slightly with fear, "if this isn't good, a lot of people are going to be upset with you," he said.

Holding the paper out again, he finally read it. "GimmeMikey says, 'strip, jack off, and eat your cum please!'"

So there it was. Mikey was going to get naked on camera and show himself off sexually. How many people were going to see this video with him naked and jerking off on it? How long would it float around the internet, with people jerking off to him? Or maybe his next video would beat it...

But he'd be able to make this so good. He'd be so hot jerking off for them. He thought of the gallons of cum that thousands of pedos would spew out watching him. His pursed lips spread into a smile. "All right!" he said. "Easy-peasy! If you all can take the heat, that is," he said, letting loose a mischievous smirk at the camera.

"Take it slow," suggested Jason. "Let them really see you get unwrapped."

"Like a present?" he joked coyly at the camera. "I'm their special boy present."

"That's right."

Mikey didn't stop himself from blushing furiously. He figured that his audience would love it, and even underneath his programming his embarrassment and fear had risen to stratospheric levels. Still, he reached down sensuously, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt, and he pulled up, revealing his smooth belly to the camera. His cheeks were on fire. Slowly sashaying his hips from side to side, he turned around, letting them see the bit of his revealed side and back.

"You wanna see more?" he asked the camera. "You wanna see more?"

"I should charge for this," he said. He raised his shirt up further, showing more and more of his torso, up to his abs, up to his ribcage.

"Yeah," he said to the camera, grinning, "you like that, huh? All you perverts at home, looking at some innocent twelve-year-old boy stripping naked for you? I bet you do!"

He turned left and right, letting his supple skin ripple on his body as he held up his shirt.

"Leave me some comments telling me how much you like my stomach, pervs! My smooth skin?" Holding his shirt with just one hand, he reached down with the other, sumptuously running it in a circle on the bare flesh. "It's so soft. I bet you want to feel it, don't you? But all you get is this video..."

He reached his hand up, using his finger to trace the fake path of a tear down his cheek. Then, finally, he pulled his shirt up and over, exposing his smooth chest and armpits.

Supple skin slid over boyish muscles as he raised his arms up to get the shirt off, then lowered them to hold it at his side. He held it by his thumb and forefinger, right next to where he stood with a naked torso. He could feel the cool air against his bare skin where goosebumps were popping up; the blush in his cheeks had intensified to supernova level. Gently, he lifted the shirt up slightly, and then spread his fingers and let it fall to the ground. He smiled that electric smile again. He could feel the energy pulsing through him. This would be so hot to them. Owen had completely melted into a masturbating little blob, watching him with wide eyes.

"Ready for more?" asked Mikey, still smiling at the camera. He was breathing fast. He knew what more meant at this point. "C'mon. How many of you have cum already?" He reached down, making a V with his thumb and forefinger outlining his cock. "Can you see how hard I am down here?"

Jason's cock was tearing at his boxers. He couldn't help himself, and he reached down to stroke it. With a motion of his hand, he called to his brother, and Owen came over as well. Owen was rock hard and stroking himself with abandon, although Jason knew the boy would never be able to cum. Not unless Mikey was pleasuring him, and that wasn't in the cards for tonight. It was going to be a horny, maybe sleepless night for Owen.

After Jason called Owen over, Mikey could see them both. He could see just how hard they both were. Just how much he was turning them on. He blushed.

"Mmmmmm," said Mikey, lewdly. He sat down on the floor, holding his legs out, and spreading them towards the camera. His boner made a huge tent between his spread thighs, and he reached down, grabbing it through his athletic shorts, and gave it a couple of squeezes. He was getting carried away, he knew it, but he couldn't stop himself.

Bending forward, he reached out and grabbed his socks. At least he could delay fully exposing himself. Slowly, he removed one sock and then the other. Jason zoomed in; Mikey's freshly-washed feet stuck out in front of him, and he wiggled his toes, a little wave towards the camera. He stood up.

Jason panned up to capture the new camera-whore-boy again. The kid was reaching for his waist. He pulled the elastic out a little, then stopped. "I dunno," he said teasingly. "You think they're gonna like me?" Mikey couldn't even tell any more. Was he stalling for himself, or was he doing it purely for the effect? He pulled the elastic forward, reaching down into his shorts. "You think they want this?"

"Fuck yeah," gasped Jason, softly. Mikey smiled. He pulled down, just a little, revealing the green of his sweat-stained, cum-stained boxers underneath. He wiggled his hips. Then, he reached in again, grabbed his erect cock through his boxers and stroked it a few times there on camera. The fabric bent around the boy's erection as he twisted it back and forth.

"Ooooh," he moaned, and it was clear that he was surprised at his real, sexual moan on camera. "Oh fuck," he said again.

As Mikey prepared to expose himself further, he got a new idea. He turned around, back to the camera, and he bent over as he lowered his shorts. His ass hung in the air. More and more ideas kept flowing into his mind for how to get his viewers excited for him, and he waved that boxer-covered ass up at the camera as he finished lowering his shorts down his smooth legs. Once they were at his ankles, he shook his ass a few more times, then stepped out of the shorts.

"Guess GimmeMikey didn't ask for you to really see this in action," he said, still bent over. "His mistake."

Mikey turned back around. His cheeks were flushed red, and he was terrified at what he was saying and doing. But he kept getting new ideas, and when he got a good idea, he had to use it. Now he held up his hand to his belly, and he started to rub it in a big circle, over his stomach, his ribs, his nipples. While he did so, he started to swing his torso back and forth. "Oooooh," he said, "oh yeahhhh... I bet you want me so bad, don't you, you pervs? You want this little boy? You want to see more of him?"

Mikey reached down, grabbing his erection again even as he kept running that hand in a circle, and stroking himself again. He moaned, humping his hips forward. Jason zoomed in, capturing his hips moving to and from the camera, capturing the slide of his skin as his hand ran over it.

"Fuck, you're a natural," said Jason. He knew that would come out on camera, but he couldn't help himself. His cock was as stiff as he'd ever felt it.

Mikey smiled.

"You bet I am." He smirked at the camera. "You wanna feel it, don't you?" he asked, still stroking himself.

"Don't you you sick fucks? Uhhhhhhh..." He was lost in the feeling of his own self-pleasuring, his whole body swaying back and forth.

"C'mon, Mikey," said Jason. "Show 'em the good stuff."

"You just can't resist, can you?" he said, smirking back at me/the camera. He pulled his hand out from under his boxers, sniffed it obviously, and then licked it. "God," he said, "I can't believe I just did that." I knew he meant it.

Then he reached down. He grabbed the elastic of his boxers. And he moved them down one inch [2.5cm].

His cocklet was there, pressed underneath the elastic. Just the base, smooth and white.

"Yeah," he said. "First look."

Down another inch. It was a lot of the way exposed now, erect and throbbing, desperate for its nightly release.

Mikey swallowed. He was about to bare himself completely. God, they'd be so hot for him! He got excited at the very idea, and with another pull, the boxers fell down. Mikey stepped forward towards the camera. He was now completely naked. "Moment you've all been waiting for?" he asked, as he raised his arms out and turned his body in a slow circle. In profile, his throbbing cock aimed right out from his body.

He was completely exposed for all of the watching pedophiles. His immature cock and balls dangled from his body, and he knew that they were being watched by thousands of people. That from now on, for the rest of his life, any of those people and more could pull up the video and look at him now, look at him exposed in front of them. He'd never know, and he'd never have control over it; people all over the world could watch him, would watch him. There was nothing he could ever do.

He gulped.

He had to give them a good show.

As he turned around to face the camera again, he reached down to stroke his bare cock.

"Yeah, GimmeMikey," he said. "Yeah. You want this? This what you want?" He waggled his throbbing preteen member at the camera.

"Mikey," said Jason, "sit down, facing me, with your legs spread out. Let's make GimmeMikey even happier, huh?"

Mikey nodded.

"All right, boss!" He sat his naked body down on the floor, discarded boxers next to him, and he spread his legs.

Jason zoomed in, focusing on the bared, exposed, erect cocklet. It was stiff and throbbing, and his tiny balls danged down below. And then, as Jason was zoomed in on his best parts, he reached down again and started to stroke, moaning loudly. His bare body was desperate for release; his breathing was fast and his body swayed with its need. He knew he was showing the world that need, showing it how he would jack himself off, naked in front of them... and he didn't care, and he even felt proud of it.

He thought he was as humiliated as he was going to get.

That was when Jason walked to his computer and turned on the monitor. Suddenly, playing in front of Mikey was the video Owen had taken, the video of him sucking off the older teen in the bathroom. The bathroom sucking would play, and then the storage room sucking, and then again, on loop, over and over again while Mikey looked right at them and masturbated on camera.

"Ohhhhhh... fuuuuuuuck," said the boy, his mind an overwhelmed haze of need, and embarrassment, and desire to show off. Still he jerked himself off as he watched himself on the screen, his legs spread and exposed. Jason started to circle around, capturing every angle of the twelve-year-old's smooth body as he tugged on his dicklet. When Jason was behind him, the video playing on the computer came into focus.

"Hey Mikey," he said, "when'd you do that stuff?"

"Today," moaned the boy, his body starting to flex as waves of pleasure flowed through it. He paused a second through his gasp. Damn it, he'd gotten another idea. "I... uhhhh... sucked your little brother off in the middle school bathroom. That's hot, isn't it?"

"Yeah," agreed Jason. "And now you get to see what a good job you did while you jack off for everyone. Isn't that hot?"

"I bet they like it," said Mikey.

"Yeah, and they'll get to see you suck dick up close soon."

Mikey didn't respond. He just sat there, legs spread on the floor, pulling on his dick. He was moaning and gasping now, desperate for a release he couldn't have, his whole body on display for the viewers while he pleasured himself obscenely.

"You like it... GimmeMikey?" he gasped.

Jason handed the phone to Owen, whose eyes were wide. The adolescent filmed with one hand, while with his other he stroked the cock that could not cum.

Meanwhile, Jason took off his boxers and started to stroke himself as he watched Mikey sitting on the floor and imagined what everyone online was seeing. Mikey was sweating, blushing. He wasn't talking anymore. He was just swaying with the sensations, the overwhelming sensations of pleasure and need. He was still blushing, still embarrassed, but those thoughts had been completely pushed out of his conscious mind.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh..." he finally moaned. "I really want to cum..."

"Soon, Mikey, soon," replied Jason. The video continued to play in the background while Owen, Mikey, and Jason stroked in unison. Soft moans of pleasure filled the room.

Mikey was rocking back and forth, humping his hips in the air, his ass slapping on the ground each time he pumped upwards to get more of the feeling.

"Get ready... pedos..." he gasped.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Jason moaned, as his own cock was nearing the edge. "You ready, Mikey?"

"Yess..." he gasped. "Please..."

With that, Jason felt the heat flow through him and the energy flew out of his cock. Cum spewed out onto the floor, burst after burst of it. A moment later, with his trigger off, Mikey finally came, that much-needed second cum of the day, as his preteen sperm flowed out onto the ground.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM!" cried Mikey as he finally had his release. His whole body twisted, his toes clenches, his fingers gripped his cock firmly as he stroked. "OHHHH FUUUUCK!"

Mikey's body swayed and swayed as his cock pumped into the air. Sweat rolled down his face and chest, and cum splattered on his belly and on the ground. He gasped as he finally felt that release that he'd been desperate for so long. As the energy of the orgasm finally faded from the boy, I saw his deep red blush. But he was still on camera. He was still a performer. And he still had one more task to do.

"Jeez, GimmeMikey," he said with a wide smile, "you're disgusting." He reached a finger to his belly, pooling up the cum and licking it clean. And then he got on all fours and he started to lick up his cum off the ground. Just like GimmeMikey had requested.

Jason grabbed the camera back from Owen, zooming in on Mikey's tongue as it wiped on the ground, licking up the cum. He made sure to show the still-playing videos of Mikey sucking cock from earlier in the day in the background. Mikey licked, licked, licked until all the cum was cleaned up and in his belly.

Finally, he fell over, lying on his back on the floor, arms and feet splayed out, the boxers right next to him.

"Oh God," he said.

"What do you have to say for your viewers?" asked Jason.

"Uhhh..." he said. Then he smiled.

"Mikey liked it! So be sure to tune in next time." He shook his limp dick at the camera. "Or you'll miss out on all the fun."

With that, Jason turned off the recording on the boy as he lay there.

"Show's over, Mikey," he said, as he started to pack up the camera.

For a moment, Mikey just lay there.

"Oh my God," he moaned, as he lay there naked, wet saliva drying on his skin. He'd known what he was doing, but... everything... everything he'd just done would go online. Anyone could see it. Forever. "What did..."

"What did you just do?" Jason asked. "I dunno, but you can go online to see it." He took the camera to his computer and started downloading it to the laptop, so he could share it for everyone.

"C-can I go now?" asked Mikey.

Jason nodded.

"Yeah. You need your beauty rest for tomorrow's scene!"

Mikey sighed. He had pulled himself up to his feet and was going to get his clothes.

"And to beat you at Ultimate," he said, trying for a last bit of respect.

Jason laughed.

"We'll see about that, kid."

***

Owen went to show Mikey out.

"S-shit, Mikey, I'm sorry," he said. His erection was still painfully obvious in his shorts.

Mikey looked at him.

"I can't believe I did that," he said. He was blushing furiously at the mere idea. What if someone he knew saw it?

Owen put a hand on his shoulder.

"It's all right," he said. "He just made you..."

"Yeah," said Mikey, pushing the hand off. "But I liked it," he said, his face twisting up and near tears. "I actually liked it."

"D-did he make you like it?"

"Yeah, but... I still liked it, y'know? That was my thing. I liked it the whole time. I knew people would be into me and I liked it."

"It's all right," said Owen.

Mikey shrugged. He started to put on his shoes.

"B-before you go..." said Owen, "you wouldn't be, um, be willing to..." He pointed to his erection. "Please?"

Mikey's face dropped. He looked at his friend.

"Sorry, Owen," he said. "I know Jason's doing this to you just like to me, but... I'm only going to do it when I have to."

"Yeah," said Owen, looking down at the ground. "Sorry, yeah. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," said Mikey, as he headed out the door.

Owen headed up to go to bed. He'd jack off for a little while, just to have the feeling, even if he couldn't cum. He couldn't help himself. Maybe he'd be able to convince Mikey to move up their time tomorrow morning...

That's all... For now!