Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2005 14:44:10 -0800 (PST)
From: Rebel <rebel7772005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Caught With Shadow - Chapter 17

Caught With Shadow
By Rebel
NEW E-MAIL ADDRESS

Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between teen
Males and their dogs.  If material of this nature offends you, then you
should not read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of
age, in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.

All of the other disclaimers from previous chapters apply.

Thank you all very much for the encouragement.  I really appreciate
everyone who has kept after me to continue the story.  I DO answer all
emails.  Since I've had continuing problems with Hotmail, I have a new
address.  Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to
Rebel7772005@yahoo.com.

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Chapter 17 -- Bully Knockout

Berry ran out of steam pretty quickly; I guess his own tired, hurting body
wasn't up to a lot.  David wasn't fighting back anymore, but seemed to be
trying to get away from his little slave boy.  I took a chance and raised
my butt a little, giving him some room, but was astounded at what happened.

Instead of trying to fight back with either Berry or me, he threw his hands
over his face and was whimpering that he was sorry.  I got up off of him
and watched, astounded at his complete change in personality.  He just lay
there, curled into a ball, and kept repeating, "I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!"

I looked up at Berry who was standing there with his fists clenched and
breathing hard.  All he could do was shrug his shoulders at me, not
understanding this turn of events any more than I did.  All of my past
experience with `David, The Bully' was NOT good, so I reached over and
grabbed Berry's elbow, guiding him from the room and into the hall.  "What
the hell is that all about?"

"I don't know -- I've never seen him like this.  I was expecting him to
beat up on me when he got away from you, so I knew that I had to hit him
back for all of the shit he's done to me over the years!"  I could feel
that he was shaking and it seemed to be getting worse.  All I could think
to do was to get us out of there.  Then I remembered that Garret was at his
house and printing out the pictures he'd taken.  I knew I had to stop him
from coming back over here -- I couldn't let him get hurt.

"Berry... Berry!" I said as I shook him to get his attention.  I could see
that he was pasty white and still shaking.  "C'mon, let get over to
Garret's," I told him as I started dragging him toward the stairs.  We got
out of the house ok, and the last thing I remember seeing of David was that
he was still curled up in a ball, whimpering about being sorry.  We got
back to the fence but found that the ladder was on the other side.  Garret
had left it there when he used it.  "Shit!  Berry, I'm gonna have to boost
you up to the top..." I said to him but he still seemed dazed.  "Berry,
what's wrong?"  When I touched his arm, he was still shaking.  He turned
toward me, and I could see tears streaming down his face.  `Oh shit!  What
now?' I thought to myself.  All I could think to do was to wrap him in my
arms and let him cry.

Finally, after what seemed like forever with me nervously watching over my
shoulder for David to explode out of the back door at any moment, Berry
calmed down some and seemed to quit crying.  I pushed him back and looked
into his eyes.  "You doing ok now, little buddy?"

"Yeah, but I don't ever wanna feel like that again... I just wanted to kill
him!"  It finally dawned on me that there was more going on here than I
could handle.  I knew we had to get over the fence to Garret's and then
maybe we could get help from mom... she'd know what to do.

"Ok Berry, but we gotta get over the fence.  Let me boost you up," and I
held my hands together to form a step for him.  He nodded, stepped into my
hands, and as I boosted him up, he scrambled onto the fence top.  It only
took him a minute and he lowered the ladder for me to climb up.  I got to
the top and we both moved the ladder to the other side, scrambled down, and
ran to the back door and inside.

"Whoa guys, what's goin' on?" mom said as we burst inside.

"I gotta find Garret," I said as I started to go through the kitchen toward
his room.

"NO!" I heard over my shoulder and stopped short.  "First, Garret storms in
here and runs off to his room with no explanation, and when I start after
him to find out, he slams the door to his room closed.  Now you two rush
in, all out of breath, and tell me that you have to find Garret.  I want to
know what's going on, and I want to know now!"

In all the years I've been coming over here, I've seen her mad sometimes --
and this time she was really mad.  I slowly stepped back into the room and
headed to the barstools to sit, racking my brain for something to tell her.
I looked over at Berry and saw that he was backed up against the door,
looking like he just wanted to disappear.  "Well... uhhh... I was just in a
hurry... and I really needed to get to Garret... and... uuhhh..." I knew I was
really screwing up, but I just couldn't think fast enough.

"DILLON!!!  You can't lie worth a damn... you never could.  So just take a
deep breath and tell me what's going on.  Berry, you obviously are a part
of this, so why don't you come over here and just sit down too," she said
to the two of us.  I watched as Berry edged slowly over to the stool and
crawled his butt up to sit there, as rigid as stone.  We all heard someone
running down the hall, and Garret burst into the room, headed toward the
door.  His timing couldn't have been worse.

"Mom, I gotta go back out.  I'll be right... Oh shit!" he said as he saw us
all sitting there.  We all saw that he was trying to keep some papers
behind his back, and not doing a very good job of it.  Mom stepped toward
him and held out her hand.  Garret and I exchanged looks and I could see
terror in his eyes as he handed over the pictures he had printed out.

`Oh shit -- we're in for it now,' I thought as I watched her scan the
pages.

"Mom, I can explain--" Garret started.

"Sit," was all she said, and Garret hung his head and slinked into another
seat.  Mom walked back around to the other side of the bar where we were
sitting, picked up her coffee cup, and took a drink, all the while viewing
the pictures that Garret had printed out.  The longer she took studying the
pics, the worse it was going to be.  I would probably never see Garret
again -- we'd never be allowed to be together.

"Berry, is this you in these pictures?" she quietly asked.  Her quiet
question really set my hackles on edge; now I got really worried.  I looked
over to see Berry almost in tears again, nodding his head in answer to
mom's question.  I reached over and took his hand in mine and gave it a
squeeze.  "Ok guys, this isn't just the usual porno that most kids your age
look at.  This is a lot more.  I've always given you both a lot of room to
be on your own, but this looks like it's really, really important.  Now, I
need you to tell me what is going on.  And before you start getting any
ideas... GARRET... I want the whole story, not the cleaned up version you
usually come up with."

I snapped my head around to see my boyfriend blushing as bright a red as
I've ever seen him.  "Mmooommm," he started, but was interrupted.

"Not a word Garret; maybe I'd better hear it from these boys.  That way you
won't be tempted," she said to us and I knew that she was really upset and
knew that we'd better tell her everything.  I was trying to figure out how
to tell her that I was in love with her son, when Berry spoke up.

"It's all my fault Mrs. H, they were just trying to help me with my
brother," he said quietly.  "Please don't be mad at them, it's all my
fault... and David's..." his voice trailed off and he started to cry again.
Mom moved around the counter and swept the little guy up into her arms.  He
grabbed her around the neck and sobbed horribly into her shoulder.  She
nodded toward us, indicating that we were to follow her, and she walked
into the living room and sat on the couch, still holding poor Berry
tightly, letting him cry.  Garret and I sat in chairs opposite and just
watched the scene play out.

The dogs knew that something was going on, and they were barking, and
scratching at the door.  "Garret, please go let the dogs in before they
tear the door down," mom asked, still holding Berry in her arms.  I could
tell by the way Garret leaped out of the chair that he was as nervous about
all of this as I was.  I heard the dogs scamper in, but since they were
well trained, they stopped at the carpet leading to the living room and
both lay down, just watching the rest of us.  Garret took his own sweet
time getting back over to the chair and sit down, but he knew that it was
expected of him, so he dragged his ass back in there.

"Ooowwwweeee," Berry moaned, catching all of us off guard.  Mom almost
dropped him off her lap as she pushed him out to see what was wrong, her
eyes going wide when she saw the bruises on his abdomen as his shirt lifted
up.

"Ok... it's about time somebody told me what's going on here.  Have you been
beating up on poor Berry?" she asked, looking over to us.

"NO... no... it wasn't them, Mrs. H., they've been tryin' to help," Berry
said as he started to stand up.  He sighed a big sigh and lifted his shirt
to show her the extent of his bruises.

"You'd better show her everything, Berry.  It's ok, you can trust her, she
only wants to help," I told him and he started to pull off his t-shirt.  He
undid the snaps on his jeans and I was expecting him to just lower them so
mom could see, but the little shit grabbed his jeans AND his boxers and
shucked everything down to the floor.  Garret and I just sat there,
shocked, as he picked up his balls to show her the big bruise between his
legs, then he turned around and bent over slightly to show her his
backside.

"Garret, go get the camera," mom said in a tone of voice I had never heard
before.  Garret wasted no time getting to his room and back and handed it
to her.  She looked up at him and told him, "No honey, I'm too mad right
now to even hold it.  Please... you take pictures of all these bruises.
Somebody's gonna pay for this!"  The quiet, determined way she said it gave
me the `willies', and I was really glad then that I was NOT the person who
did this.

As mom pointed to different areas, Garret took a whole slew of pics.  The
bruising that we'd seen yesterday had had 24 hours to get worse, and it
really looked bad.  The digital camera did a really good job of capturing
the various colors, as mom went through the ordeal telling Berry all sorts
of kind words.  Berry, for his part, just saw it as something else to be
endured and did as mom asked.  "Ok honey, put your clothes back on.  Is
there anything I can do to make you feel better -- like maybe some ice or
something?"

"No thank you Mrs. H., I took care of things last night after I left and it
really doesn't hurt much today -- just when I get squeezed," he said
quietly, looking down at the floor.  Mom held her hand out to him and he
joined her on the couch, sitting beside her now.

"Ok you guys, we're all a lot calmer now, and I want you to tell me
everything about all of this.  Poor Berry has had to deal with this for far
too long, and you guys, even though you mean well, can't handle it alone.
I take it that the bruises I saw the other day weren't from falling down
the stairs like you told me were they," she said looking at us as we hung
our heads and shook them.  I looked back up to see her sitting there
patiently, just waiting for us to talk.

"Mom, do you remember back when I was about 8 years old, and I came over
here with rope burns on my wrists and you asked me all about them?" I asked
her.

I saw her squirm a little bit, and then she answered, "Yes, I... ahh... I was
worried that maybe it had happened at your house... maybe your dad."  I was
so shocked to hear that, I gasped and I must have turned white, because she
quickly followed up with, "But I talked with your folks and didn't think
they could have done anything like that.  They love you soooo much.  I'm
sorry for that now, but what does that have to do with all of this?"

"David, Berry's older brother, did it all," I told her.  I saw a sense of
shock go across her face, but she didn't say anything; she just sat there
and listened.  For the next half hour or so, all three of us told her about
everything that David had ever done to us or our friends.  Berry told her
about being forced into the sex thing about two years earlier, and you
could see the inner turmoil that was boiling up inside.  About that time we
heard Garret's dad's car pull into the driveway, and he came in shortly
thereafter.

"Well, I just got the girls delivered for the weekend, now we can..." he
said as he came through the door, but stopped short when he saw all of us
sitting there.  "Ok, I give up, are we having a party I didn't know about?"
he said in his usual jovial manner.  Mom just handed him the pictures that
Garret had printed out.  He took one look at them, looked up at Berry, and
came around the couch and sat next to him.  Mom reached for the hem on
Berry's t-shirt and he got the hint and raised it up over his chest,
showing off the bruises.  Garret handed him the camera and we all sat
silently as he scanned through the different pics.  I saw his jaw tighten
and his lips compress as the veins in his forehead started to stand out.

Without being asked, Garret went to the kitchen, opened a beer, and brought
it back for his dad.  He set it on the coffee table and sat back down,
waiting for the explosion that we both expected.  As we watched, I saw
tears form in his eyes and run down his cheeks.  "Oh god," he said and set
the camera on the table, reached his arm gently around Berry and gave him a
light hug, not wanting to hurt him more, but seemed to be trying to get his
emotions under control.  Mom handed him a tissue from the box on the table
and he dabbed his eyes and blew his nose.  I looked over and saw that the
picture that had raised such an outburst was the one showing the massive
bruise between Berry's legs where he had lifted his balls out of the way.
`Yes, that would make any man wince, I guess,' I thought to myself.

"How long has this been going on Berry," he choked out.

"For as long as I can remember," he replied.

"Your dad did this to--" he started.

"NO!  No, it wasn't dad; it was David," Berry interrupted, and seeing the
confusion on his face, he said, "My brother."

"What did your parents say?  What did they do about it?"  I could see that
he was starting to get worked up, and then mom reached her hand over to
dad's and he seemed to calm down.

"That's what we've been talking about Fred.  It seems that David has been
terrorizing the neighborhood boys for years, and they've just put up with
it rather than be a snitch and a cry-baby."  Garret and I looked at each
other, shocked; we never said anything like that.  Seeing our expressions,
she continued by saying, "Guys, we were young once too... remember?  We know
what goes on among you kids when you're growing up."  As she said that, all
three of us exchanged glances, wondering just exactly how much she might
really know of "our activities."

We started over, all three of us, telling our various stories.  After we
finished, we just kinda looked back and forth at each other, waiting to see
what happened.  "And you parents didn't know anything about any of this?"
he asked Berry.

"No, not really, dad's always been kinda... remote... I guess you could say.
I could never sit down and talk to my parents like I'm talking to you
guys," he said kinda wistfully.  I looked over to Garret and I think we
both realized that we were so lucky to have parents like these that we
could talk too.  I felt a lot more comfortable now about them finding out
about "us" -- if that ever happened.

"Yeah, I know your dad," dad remarked, "Isn't he trying to run for
councilman or something?"

"Yeah, that's where they're at now, out on some retreat or something with
the mayor and big wigs, trying to get them to back him.  David's s'posed to
be watchin' me, and they're not due home `til Sunday night."  Berry just
sat there, but I could see the wheels turning over in dad's mind and I knew
he'd figure out something that we could do.

"Well, first off, you're staying here with us tonight Berry; you are NOT
going back to that house.  Is David there now?" he asked.

"He was when we left, but he has his car, so I doubt that he stayed there...
knowing we had those pictures and everything," he quietly added.

"Let me make a couple of phone calls and we'll see what we need to do about
all this.  Somebody has to do something to get David stopped," he told all
of us, then got up and went into his home office.  I looked back to Berry
and he seemed like the worries of the world had been lifted from his tiny
shoulders.

"Alright you guys, I've got to get dinner going for us," mom said as she
stood, "Unless maybe I could interest you all in pizza for tonight??"

"Yeah!!  Pizza!!!" we all exclaimed at once.  She found out what Berry
liked (about the same as us) and told us to take the dogs out back while
she got the order placed.  I knew we were `being dismissed' but didn't say
anything to Garret or Berry, just joined them and the dogs as we went back
outside to throw the Frisbee or something.


"What do you think's gonna happen?" Berry asked.

"I dunno," I answered, "But it's gotta be better than getting beat on every
night."

"What's gonna happen to David?" he asked and I almost lost it.

"What do you care Berry?  He's been beating on you like forever, and now
you worry about what's gonna happen to him?" I exploded.  I could see the
tears returning after my outburst, and I rushed over to kneel in front of
him.  "Berry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you, I'm just so pissed
at what he's done to you, ok?" I said as tenderly as I could, not wanting
to hurt him anymore.

"I know Dillon, you and Garret have been so great to me.  It's just... well,
he is my brother... and all..." His voice just drifted off, so I hugged him
again and told him not to worry, that the parents knew now and they would
handle it.  He smiled at me, then looked over his shoulder to see if anyone
was around.  He leaned into me and give me a big kiss along with a tight
hug and whispered, "I love you guys," looking back and forth at Garret and
me.

We played around in the yard, playing keep away with both dogs and three
boys, so it was pretty evenly matched.  I saw Garret's dad walk across the
doorway so I knew they were talkin', but I didn't say anything.  I figured
that they'd tell us what we needed to know soon enough.  A little while
later, mom stuck her head out the door and told us that the pizza was here.
We went in the house and knew better than to sit down without washing
first, so we dragged Berry with us to the bathroom, then we went to the
dining room where mom had set out plates and silverware (I guess she
doesn't realize that you don't eat pizza with a fork) and two large pizzas
were on platters in the middle of the table.

"Well, dig in guys," dad said, "I hope there's enough for everybody," which
got him an air swing from mom.  We all ate in silence for awhile, knowing
the inevitable was about to happen.  After we'd slowed from the initial
teenage frenzy, dad cleared his throat and told us about what the phone
calls were about.  "Guys, I called my attorney to find out what needed to
be done, and he told me the name of a really nice juvenile officer with the
Sacramento Police who we should talk to.  I tried to call him, but he was
already gone for the day, so I had them take a message and asked that he
call me as soon as he could.

"He called me back right after that, so I'm sure the station called him and
relayed my message.  I told him a little bit about what had happened, and
he was immediately gonna come over and take you the hospital.  I told him
that I didn't think that was necessary, since there were no open cuts or
broken bones.  When he found out that you were safe for tonight, we
arranged that he'll come over here about 10 o'clock tomorrow morning and
interview all of you boys."  Dad seemed relieved that something was gonna
happen and that the police did actually take it seriously.

I don't think any of us knew what to say, so we all just sat there thinking
about everything that had happened, and what the parents had done for us.
Then Berry spoke, with his little mouse voice, "Thank you," and looked
directly at dad.  Then he got up from his chair and ran around the table,
straight into a bear hug around Garret's dad's neck.  He hugged him tight
for about thirty seconds, then he leaned back and looked him in the eye,
then he leaned forward and planted a big kiss right on his startled lips.
To his credit, even though he was taken back by the boy's enthusiasm, he
didn't push him away.

After the kiss ended, dad was obviously flustered when he said, "Uhhh...
well, thank you Berry... uhhh, you're welcome, but guys, it's been a long
day.  I think you should all head downstairs and get your bed ready, don't
you?  I trust that all three of you can sleep in that big double bed ok,"
and I swear he winked at me when we made eye contact.

"Yeah, let's go guys," Garret said as he picked up his plate and headed off
to put them in the sink.  I was a little flustered, but I followed them and
we soon ended up in the basement rec room; all three boys and both dogs.
The bed was still made up from the night before, so we decided that the
sheets could make it one more time.  We didn't waste a lot of time getting
naked and stretched out on the bed, playing with each other's hard cocks.

"I really like laying here like this," Berry said smiling at both of us.
"I mean, I feel so warm and fuzzy all over when I'm between you guys like
this."  About that time Shadow jumped up on the bed with us and flopped
down on his belly between Berry's outstretched legs.

"I think somebody feels left out," I told the others.  "Well, c'mon Shadow,
I'll pet cha," I called to him, fully expecting that he'd get up and come
over to me for his dose of pets and lovin', but instead, he just kinda
scooted ahead on his belly, lapped his long warm tongue out, and slurped
all over Berry's balls and between his legs.

"OOOooohhhhhh," Berry squealed, "That tickles."  I couldn't pass up the
opportunity, so I rolled a little closer and started tickling his ribs.
Garret, not to be left out, started on the other side.  Berry didn't know
which way to turn and was squirming all over to try to get away, with
Shadow right in the middle of it all.  "QUIT!  QUIT! I'M GONNA PEE!!" Berry
screamed at us so we stopped, but not before he did start to pee just a
little.  Shadow wasted no time in slurping up whatever came out, so there
wasn't anything making a mess on the sheets.  We all just lay there
panting, trying to catch our breath and get Shadow calmed down -- he
thought it was play time.

We heard a definite knock on the outside door, and we just froze, looking
at each other.  Since it was Garret's house, he grabbed up his undies and
went to see who was at the door.  He peeked out then pulled the blinds back
real quick.  "It's DAVID!  What do I do?"

"What the fuck is THAT asshole doin' here?" I hollered as I jumped off the
bed, rousing both dogs.  I ran over to the door and looked out, not caring
that I was naked and semi-hard.  "What the fuck do you want, asshole?" I
yelled out the door at him.  Even though I thought the three of us could
handle him, I still liked the idea of having a locked door between us.

"I know Berry's over here -- can I talk to him?  Plleeeeezzzee?" he pleaded
from outside but didn't try to force his way in.  I looked back over to
Berry and saw that he was just standing there.

"Berry... Berry..." I called to him, finally getting his attention, "Do you
wanna talk to him or not?  Should I call the cops?  Maybe I should go get
dad," I said, looking over at Garret.

"NO... don't do that.  Uuhh... no... don't call anybody... Uuhhh... what can we
do?  I do kinda wanna hear what he has to say... as long as I've got you two
with me," Berry said, looking back and forth between us.

I thought for a minute then went back to the window in the door.  "Ok
David, we'll let you in but you're not gonna beat on Berry anymore -- we
won't let you and both of our dogs are with us.  You understand that?" I
asked him.

"Yeah, ok... I'm not gonna do anything; I just gotta talk to Berry.  I'll do
anything you say, I just wanna talk; that's all," he said and his eyes were
pleading with me.

Something that he said struck a chord with me so I turned back to him and
told him, "Take off your pants!"

"What?!" he shouted back.

"You heard me, take off your pants and throw them out in the yard.  That
way you don't have anything in your pockets to hurt us with, and if you
decide to run off, it'll slow you down," I yelled back at him.

"Hehehee, that's a good one Dillon," Garret leaned in and whispered to me.
We both watched out the window as David undid his belt buckle and zipper,
then lowered his pants to his knees.  He had to sit on the step outside to
take off his sneakers, and I noticed that he had on regular, white boxer
briefs now, not the frilly ones from earlier today.  I opened the door and
stood there buck naked as he pulled off his shoes.

"Throw them out there too," I said to him as I was sizing up his package.
David just shrugged, threw them over his shoulder, and went back to pulling
off his Levis.  He threw them behind him on the deck and stood up.  "Ok,
c'mon in, but no funny stuff," I said as I stepped aside and let him enter.

"Are you guys all right down there?" I heard mom yell from the top of the
stairs.  "I thought I heard yelling."

Garret scrambled over to the stairway and told her, "That's ok mom, we were
just tickling Berry too much and got carried away.  We'll keep it down.
G'night," he called up to her trying to make sure that she didn't come
downstairs.

"Ok guys, but you've had a big day and you have another big one tomorrow.
Get some rest; I don't wanna hear another peep outta down there.  G'night
guys," and we heard the door close upstairs.

Garret came back over to the bed where Berry was and sat back down.  We
were all watching David, including the dogs.  "Ok, you're in.  What the
hell are you doin' here David?  After all the shit you've done to us over
the years, and then we find out that you've been beating on Berry here
almost every day."  I was starting to work myself up, and where it was
coming from, I didn't know, but after being scared of this shithead for so
many years, it kinda felt good to finally see him on the receiving end for
once.

"Yeah... I know... I don't blame you guys for hating me, I just had to talk
to Berry again and tell him how sorry I am for all the stuff I've done to
him... and ... and made him do..." His voice kinda drifted off as he looked
over to Berry and seemed to see him for the first time.  "Hey, how come
you're all naked?" he asked.

"We're getting ready to go to bed dumbass," Garret said.

"Who you callin' dumbass, pipsqueak," David said and stepped toward the
bed.  Sandy, who had been laying down just watching all of this, rose up
and growled at David, stopping him in his tracks.  I'd never seen Sandy
react like this, so I was as amazed as David was.

"Uhh David," I said, tapping him on the arm, "You'd better just go.  Even
the dogs don't like you."  Garret giggled and Berry was looking at all of
us, wide-eyed.

"Ok, I'll go... but, uhh... I need those pictures you took of me today.  They
can't get around school -- nobody can know that I..." and he stopped
talking.

`This motherfucking asshole!!  All he's concerned about is his own hide --
his own precious reputation.  I've gotta make this bastard pay,' I thought
as he was standing there trying to figure out if he wanted to tangle with
Sandy or not.

"Ok, sure, no problem," I said to him, getting glares from both Garret and
Berry.  "C'mon over here and sit down so we can talk.  I'll get the pics
for you, but you can't make anymore threatening moves.  I don't think you
wanna take on us and Sandy and Shadow do you?"

"Who's Shadow?" he asked.

"Shadow's my dog, and he's right here," pointing down behind me, "And the
big blond dog is Sandy, and he's Garret's."  David startled when he looked
behind him and saw that Shadow was sitting within striking distance of his
vulnerable butt.  I put my arm on his shoulder and pushed him toward the
bed.  He slowly and hesitantly stepped forward, I guess realizing that he
was safer with me doing EXACTLY what I wanted.  The boys moved back to the
other side of the bed while David and I sat on the edge.  "Why did you
start making Berry start sucking you?" I asked out of the blue, and he was
obviously surprised by my question.

"Well... uuhh... I was horny... and... well, he was just kinda there, and
well... I... aahh... I knew I could.  But he liked it too -- I know he did.
The little faggot liked swingin' on my big dick; especially compared to
that little thing he has."  The more he talked, the more I knew I had to
make him pay for what he's done.

"Well, I'm not gonna give you the pictures back.  In fact, I think I'll
just blow them up and plaster them all over the high school," I told him as
I danced up and stepped away from him.  His face paled, and his fists
knotted up.  "Shadow -- heel!" I called and Shadow immediately came over
and sat by my side.  I saw nothing but pure fury looking back at me from
David.  "You FUCKING BASTARD!!  You thought you were just gonna waltz right
in here and make a few apologies, and get everything your way didn't you.
Well, that's not gonna happen.  I do have one question though; if you liked
the blowjobs you made him give you, why didn't you ever try to just fuck
his ass?  You coulda made him do it; you coulda beat him like you did to
get him to blow ya."

I could see that he was seething and then I saw a gruesome smile form at
the corners of his mouth.  "You're all fuckin each other, aren't cha?
You're all just a bunch of faggots!!  Now I know why he spends so much time
over here.  You wanna know why I never fucked his little ass?  I'll tell ya
-- I AIN'T NO FAGGOT!! That's why.  You god damned faggots need to be--"

He didn't get a chance to finish.  I saw Garret get up from where he was
while David was spitting out his venom, but I've never seen him react like
that.  He wound up with a full swing standing over him on the bed and
landed a haymaker right on the side of the head, and David sprawled onto
the carpet.  "You fucking bastard!  You asshole!  You're gonna pay... you're
gonna pay..." and he was swinging blows all over his face and head as he
jumped on top of his back.  I grabbed my boyfriend around the waist and
hauled him up off of the prone body on the floor.

"Baby, baby, he's not worth it.  Don't waste your time.  Berry needs you
now," and I directed his sight over to the crying boy on the other side of
the bed.  Garret immediately crawled over to him and held him in his arms.
Looking down at the prone body under my feet, I liked the way the white
jersey fabric was stretched tight over his ass cheeks.  Suddenly I knew
exactly what would be the best thing we could do to this asshole.  "Guys, I
need your help.  We are gonna make this asshole pay, and he's gonna know
that he's really been fucked," I told them, grinning over at them.  Garret
made the connection and jumped off the bed, looking for his pants.  He
grabbed the belt out of his belt loops and turned around grinning at Berry.
You could watch the recognition come across Berry's face as he now knew
what I had in mind.

David rose up on his knees and spit out, "What the fuck did you do that
for, you god damned faggot?" as he wiped at the blood trickle coming from
the corner of his mouth.  I saw Garret swing and heard the belt connect
with bare skin.  "Yyyyooooowwwwwlllll," he yelled so I slapped his face.

"Shut up David," and Shadow growled, backing up my order.  "Your days of
giving orders are over.  Yeah, we ARE faggots and we DO enjoy fucking a
good piece of ass, and you are gonna find out just how much," I said
smirking at him as his predicament finally dawned on him.  I grabbed his
chin and held tight as I sneered down at him, "Yeah, you finally figured it
out -- we're gonna fuck YOUR virgin ass!"

"Noooooooo, you can't do that," he whined.

"Watch me, you lily-livered prick.  Now get you ass over there and lay
across the footstool on your belly," I told him as I got returning grins
from Berry and Garret.  "Get movin' asshole, or do I need Shadow here to
explain things to you?" and I kicked his thigh to get him started.  "Loose
the undies, shithead," I told him as he slowly shuffled across the floor.
He glared back at me, but he did drop the shorts to the floor as he moved.
`Hmmm, that's nice; this is gonna be fun,' I thought as I looked at his
hairy butt moving across the floor.  "Garret, go get some duct tape outta
the utility room," I told him, "And grab the shaving cream and razor your
dad has in the bathroom on your way back."  Garret grinned from ear to ear
and took off to get the stuff.

"What... what are you gonna do?" David asked, and I could hear fear in his
voice.

"We're gonna have some fun, and you're gonna enjoy it too," I smirked, and
I could see that he realized that that was NOT gonna happen.  He spun back
toward me and Shadow lunged at his arm, dragging him down to the floor.

"EEIIIIIIYYYYYYYYAAAAAA!!!" he screamed but Berry was right there, and
stuffed one of his dirty socks in his mouth.  I walked over and stood over
him, leering down at him.  I saw that Shadow had turned him loose, but he
was bleeding from his arm and holding it with the other hand.

"You gonna behave now?" I said as I glared down at him, obviously in pain.
He couldn't shake his head fast enough.  "Good!  Go ahead and take the sock
out Berry," I said as I reached down and grabbed his shirt front.  "You are
gonna do EXACTLY what you're told -- you got THAT!!!"  He slowly nodded his
head and I saw him completely deflate.  He wasn't the big bad bully
anymore; just a punk-ass kid.  Garret walked up to me and handed me a
bottle of hydrogen peroxide and some cotton pads.  I grinned up at him and
took the first aid stuff.  Turning back to David, I told him, "This is
gonna hurt you a LOT more than it does me," as I took off the cap and
tipped the bottle onto the cotton pad like I'd seen mom do hundreds of
times to clean our skinned knees and elbows.  I saw that Berry was ready
with the sock, so I pushed David's hand aside and swabbed the bloody arm.

As soon as he opened his mouth to scream, Berry jammed the sock back in and
all we could hear were muffled noises as I worked over the affected area.
Shadow obviously didn't like the smell and scampered back a few feet, but
he remained alert and watched everything.  I could see that David was
watching him as much as Shadow was watching us.  I looked down at his arm
and could see three or four pretty good puncture wounds, but the bleeding
had stopped, so I just washed up his arm and called it good.  "Ok, get your
ass up and sit on the footstool," I told him.  Berry removed the sock and
David didn't take a lot of time getting sat down hard.

"Spread you legs apart, asshole," and he did it.  `Hey, this is kinda fun,'
I thought to myself, but then felt immediately ashamed at feeling this way.
`That would make me just like him,' and I didn't like that thought at all.
I reached over and took the shaving cream from Garret and shook the can.
"Now here's what we're gonna do," I told David, "We're gonna shave you just
as bald as Berry is, then you'll know what it's like when you hafta go back
to the school PE classes lookin' like your little brother."

"You ain't cutting my pubes off," he said as he started to stand, but then
he saw Shadow rise up and he sat back down.  "Ok, I guess you can... but
just be careful, ok?"  I just grinned and sprayed a handful into my other
hand, reached over to his pubes, and started smearing it all over his cock,
balls, belly, and the tops of his legs.  "Ooohhhhhh," David moaned as he
finally accepted his fate.

"Berry, you wanna start?" I asked, and David's eyes got wide as Berry moved
down to watch more closely, but he wisely kept his mouth shut.  I took the
safety razor from Garret and gave it to Berry.  Berry grinned from ear to
ear, and leaned forward to touch the skin above David's cock.  David was
whimpering now, but he held real still as Berry pulled the razor down
getting closer to his dick.  He lifted the razor and looked at the goop
that was on it, and the bare spot it had left.  He let his fingers drift
down the bare area and giggled to himself.

"That feels kinda neat," he said, looking up at us, "But what do ya do with
this stuff?"

"Oops," Garret giggled and went off to the bathroom.  He came back a minute
later with a bucket of warm water.  "This oughta do it," he said as he set
the bucket on the floor next to us.  "Just wash the razor off in here
Berry."  Berry swished his hand around in the warm water and pulled back
the clean razor.  He grinned over at us then turned his attention back to
his brother's pubes.  The more he worked, the balder David got, but I also
noticed that he was getting a hard-on with all of the manipulation of his
cock.

"Oh, so you're not a faggot huh?  Then why are you getting' hard, asshole?"
He took a look down at himself, then back up at Garret and me.  I could see
the hate and humiliation in his eyes as he seethed as his brother worked.
"Yeah, FAGGOT -- you'd better sit real still or that razor might slip."

"Give me a chance at the bastard," Garret said as he took the razor away
from Berry.  "Oh goody, I get to do his balls," he chortled as he hefted
David's rather impressive meat.  "Hmmmm, too bad you're such an asshole,
this could be a lot of fun to play with," he told David as he slowly
stroked his 7 inch, cut cock to full hardness, eliciting a low moan from
him.

"Damnit Garret, it's not s'pose to be fun for this prick; are you gonna
shave him or not?"  I was getting exasperated.

"Yeah, ok... I just wanted to see what he had up close.  Maybe I should go
find the camera and take some more pictures.  Would you like that asshole?"
he said as he pulled down hard on David's ballsac.  "Maybe pass them around
the school too -- let all the girls see what they're missing?  Huh asshole?
Would you like that?  Probly as much as I liked it when you took my
underwear and passed it around my school when I was in the fifth grade,"
Garret reminded him and he squeezed his balls -- hard.

"OOOOWwwwwwwlllll, god damnit Garret -- that hurts," David screamed.

"That's the idea prick, now hold real still -- I do have a sharp razor
right on top of your balls.  I'm sure you wouldn't want me to slip and make
you speak in a high, squeaky voice," and he looked up at him with an almost
maniacal gleam in his eye.  We all watched, fascinated, as Garret pulled
the ballsac skin taut and pulled the razor slowly over the surface,
dragging hair and shaving cream along with it.  I looked up to see that
David was almost holding his breath, not daring to cause any harm to his
pride and joy.  Even though he was only sixteen, he did have a pretty good
amount of dark hair on his balls and around the base of his cock.

A few more strokes and David was as clean as a newborn baby's butt.  Garret
then took a few swipes on each thigh and made sure that there wasn't any
more hair at all.  He then stood up grinning at himself, looking like the
cat that ate the canary.  Berry ran his fingers over the newly shaved pubes
and I had to chuckle at his wonderment.  "Gosh, that's smoother than I am,"
he said with glee, bringing more humiliation and hatred into his brother's
eyes.

I handed David a towel to wipe off the remnants still on his crotch, then
told him, "Stand up, turn around, and lie down on your belly.  I get to do
the backside."  He glared at me, but after he looked over at Shadow, he did
as he was told.  "When was the last time you washed your dirty butt?" I
asked him.

"I had a shower at school, you little dickhead.  I ain't no faggot; I keep
myself clean," he spit out over his shoulder.

"Good, glad to hear that, then you won't mind getting your hands back here,
and spreading your cheeks apart then will you," I smirked.

"FUCK YOU!  You little fag, I ain't gonna help!"

"DO IT!" and I hit him across his asscheeks and Shadow alerted.  It didn't
take him long after that to spread his cheeks wide for me.  I sat down on
the floor and examined his hairy butt.  He had dark hairs growing really
thick in his butt crack all the way to his hole.  `This is gonna be fun,
and that tight little pucker is gonna know what it's like to get fucked
good,' I thought to myself.

I took the cream and smeared it all over his cheeks, crack, and the tops of
his thighs, and then I started using the razor with long, easy strokes all
the way down his butt.  It didn't take long and I was working close in on
his pucker.  David was wisely keeping his cheeks spread; I'm sure he didn't
want me to make a mistake.  After I got everything shaved that I could see,
I ran my hand over the very smooth surface, paying special attention to his
crack and the back of his ballsac.  He still had a hard-on and he had poked
it down toward the floor as he had knelt down, so I continued down the
shaft, stroking him a few times.  Much to my surprise, David moaned and I
saw a drop of precum drop from his cockhead and slowly extend toward the
floor.

"Well, well, well, look at this guys, look who's enjoying himself so much
that he's precummin'," I said to the other two.  They immediately came
around to his backside to see and to feel his now smooth butt.

"Damn David, I never knew you liked this so much," Berry said in amazement
as he stroked over his butt and down to his very rigid cockshaft.

"I DO NOT!!  You faggots are the ones who like this, I don't," David spit
back at his little brother, but then Berry stroked him a few more times
which got a long, drawn-out moan.  I slapped his butt one more time, then
sat down on his back, effectively pinning him to the ottoman.  "Get the
fuck off me, you butthole!  Let me up!  You guys are all gonna pay for this
-- you won't have those dogs with you all the time.  Just wait until school
on Monday."

"David, you forgot about the pictures we took.  Besides, we haven't even
started yet.  You have a LOT more coming to you for payback for all the
years that you've made our lives hell.  Garret, get the tape," I told him
as David started to struggle, but since he was pinned down and couldn't get
his knees under him, he wasn't going anywhere.  Berry reached for one of
his arms, and David swung his other arm around and caught him a glancing
blow on his shoulder.  I pounded down hard with my fist on that shoulder
and grabbed the arm when he howled.  "Tape his arms to the feet of the
footstool," I told them, and they both smiled evilly and proceeded to do
just that.  When he was trussed up, I started to push him and the ottoman
over next to the wall.

"Ok Berry, you want first crack at his virgin ass?" I asked him.  He looked
back at me with wide eyes, and then got a big shit-eating grim all over his
face.

"Yeah," he said as he got up to come around behind his brother.

"Berry, you wouldn't dare!  Remember, I can still get you at home.  None of
you faggots are gonna fuck me!" he threatened.

"You're not in any position to threaten anyone, asshole," and I jammed my
dry index finger all the way into his puckered hole before he had time to
wonder what was happening.

"AAAYYYYYIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!" he screamed and threw his head back as he arched
his back in pain.  I didn't even hesitate; I just started fucking him hard
and fast, remembering back to all the shit he had done to us while we were
growing up.  At that moment, I wanted to force my entire hand up inside of
him and make him bleed.  I saw Garret hand Berry the KY and he unscrewed
the cap, getting ready to lube them both up.

"Berry, just use enough on yourself so it won't hurt you, but as you can
see, I've already got him ready for you," and pushed a couple more times as
Berry got positioned behind his trussed up brother, right behind his
wide-spread legs.  I could see the lust building up in the little guy, but
I also saw something else; revenge.

"Nooooo," David whimpered when he saw what was really gonna happen.  I
yanked my finger out of his hole, stood up, and leaned on his back to hold
his butt in place.  Berry got his cockhead right on his brother's hole, and
with one mighty thrust, he buried his 4-inch shaft as deep as he could get
it!

To Be Continued...