Date: Fri, 05 Apr 2002 22:51:31 -0500
From: Ken Craven <ken_craven@hotmail.com>
Subject: 'No Way Back-010' {} ( bb oral) [10!20]

NO WAY BACK - Part 10
by Ken Craven


When Chris arrived at the school's indoor pool the rest of the
swimming team were already doing their warm up laps as Mr
Jenson the team coach walked along the edge of the pool calling
out instructions and encouragement in his usual loud voice. When
the coach saw Chris he yelled out, "Hey Chris your late, hurry up
and get changed!"

"Okay Mr Jenson," Chris called back as he dashed to the
change rooms. He changed into his new white speedos as quickly
as he could and stuffed all his clothes into his school bag and put
it in his locker, then dashed back to the pool.

When Chris arrived at the pool the coach said, "Okay everyone
out of the pool for a team meeting!"

All the other boys in the swimming team, twelve in total, got
out of the pool and still dripping wet gathered around for the
meeting. As they formed a tight circle around the coach Chris
noticed that they were all slim and athletic and ranged in age from
twelve, like himself, to about sixteen, for the seniors.

"Okay listen up everyone," said the coach over the noise of the
boy's chatter. "As this is only the first training session, it will be
an easy one."

"Yee-ahhhhh!" cheered the boys with glee.

"But it is important that we maintain our normal training
program. Which means every one turns up on time." The coach
then looked directly at Chris. "That means no more turning up
late. To make the point clear, Chris you can swim ten extra laps
of the pool when we finish. Understand!"

"Yes sir," Chris grumbled.

"Today you will all swim the required number of laps of each
swim strokes listed on the blackboard at the end of the pool," the
coach continued. "This will take you about an hour. I have to
register your names with the regional swimming association so
I'm leaving Brian in charge." The coach pointed to a tall athletic
sixteen year old boy with short brown hair. "He will supervise for
today's session and lock up when you're all done. Are there any
questions? No? Then get to it!"

The coach then gathered up a clipboard from a bench seat next
to the pool and headed out the door into the fading light.

"Okay everyone listen up!" said Brian forcefully. "I want you
to pair up and swim your laps in pairs, one pair per lane. Let's
go!"

The boys quickly paired up into six pairs and went down to the
end of the pool to check their lap schedule for the training
session. Chris found himself pair with a blonde boy about his own
age. The boy had a smooth athletic body and very flat belly that
made the bulge in the front of his speedos stand out all the more.
He could not be sure, but the boy had a striking resemblance to
the boy who had appeared in his dream and sucked his cock in the
shopping mall. Chris could feel his penis begin to harden as
remembered his dream and he didn't want to be caught with a
boner so he quickly said to his new training partner, "Hi, I'm
Chris. Let's get started then, okay?"

"Hi, I'm Ken," said the blonde boy who seemed very shy.
"Sure I'm ready to start."

The two twelve year olds hurried to the end of the pool and
read the lap schedule. On the blackboard was written:



300m free style

300m breast

200m butterfly

300m backstroke

300m free style - slow

200m free style - fast

300m free - slow



"Shit! 1900 meters!" Chris cried.

"It's not so bad," said Ken as he slid lithely into the pool.
"Everyone else has started so we better hurry and catch up."

This was already seeming like a lot of work to Chris as he
jumped into the pool next to Ken. Still, at least Steve was not
here, so he could relax and enjoy the exercise.

The two boys swam and talked as they completed one lap after
another. Chris found he liked Ken a lot. They talked easily and
quickly became friends. After an hour of work in the pool they
finally finished their set program of laps and dragged themselves
tiredly from the water.

"Okay everyone," Brian's commanding voice could be heard
above the chatters of the boys talking after their tiring training
session. "That's all for today. You can all hit the showers now."

The boys all began moving doggedly towards the showers.

"Not so fast Chris. You still have you ten laps for being late."

"Aww do I have to?" groaned Chris to the boy in charge. "I'm
beat!"

"You heard the coach. So get started!"

Reluctantly Chris headed back the pool and dived in. 'May as
well get it over with,' he thought.

As Chris swam his punishment laps he could hear lots of loud
yelling and laughing from the other boys in the showers. He also
reflected that if he was showering now he would get to see Ken
naked and see what he looked like without his speedos. He
wondered how big it is and if its cut or not. He preferred the look
of cut cocks, like his own, but the ones with little tubes of skin on
the end were interesting too. These thoughts made his own penis
spring to life and begin to strain hard against the material of his
speedos. 'Maybe its just as well I'm stuck here,' he thought. 'If I
was in the showers now and seeing Ken's cock I'd only get a
boner, and I'd have to hide it from everyone or they'd laugh at
me.'

When he finished his ten punishment laps, Chris swam to the
edge of the pool. Just as he was about to climb the small ladder in
the corner of the pool, the lights all went out in the pool center.
He also noticed that he could no longer hear the sound so the
other boys.

'Shit,' he thought. 'Everyone must have left and locked up and
forgotten about me still in the pool.'

Chris got out of the pool and walked towards the change
rooms. With he lights out he had to be careful walking around the
swimming pool in the now dim light that came in through the row
of small high windows. When he finally got to the entrance of the
shower and change rooms he was annoyed to find that the towels
had already been locked away, so he had no way to dry off.

'Shit! Now I'll have to go home wet.'

Inside the change rooms he went to the lockers and walked
along the rows for gray metal lockers and found his. He reached
up and tried to open the locker but it was locked. All the lockers
are locked when everyone leaves to stop anything being stolen,
and Brian must have locked them without thinking about Chris
left alone doing his laps in the pool. Chris had all his clothes
locked inside his locker. He now realized that he will have to go
home dripping wet and wearing just his white speedos.

'Well, at least there not see-through this time,' he though. The
chlorine from the pool was starting to dry on his skin and he
knew he should take a shower first, after all he couldn't get any
wetter.

Chris moved into the showers part of the change room, which
was only partially lit by the fading light coming in through its
many high-set windows. As he walked into the shower room he
noticed that he was not alone. Lying on the long bench seat that
ran down the center of the shower room was a boy. Chris moved
closer in the dim light to see who it was. It was Ken, the blonde
boy that he had spent the practice session with.

The blonde boy was lying on his back on the eighteen inch
wide bench seat, and still wearing only his school issue white
speedos. At first Chris though that he was asleep, but when he
got closer he could see that the boy's wrists were tied together
under the seat, as were his ankles which forced his thighs wide
apart. This position fully exposed the bulge of Ken's preteen
genitals held in his snug fitting speedos. And around the boy's
head was a white blindfold, which covered his eyes completely.
The blindfold was wet at the places where it covered Ken's eyes
so he must have been crying.

As Chris moved closer he could see that the bound blonde boy
had red marks on his chest and belly, which Chris knew were
caused by being smacked with the ends of wet towels. Chris also
noticed that the red marks on the boy's belly extended right down
to where it was covered by his brief white speedos just two inches
from the beginning of his penis. Chris wondered if the other boys
had also smacked Ken's penis with the towels, or maybe even his
balls! The thought of this smooth skinned blonde twelve year old
boy having his balls beaten while tied to this bench seat was
enough to make Chris's cock go hard and strain uncomfortably
against his tight restrictive speedos. Realizing that the other boy
couldn't see him, Chris pulled down the front of his own speedos
to release his hard three inch erection.

Chris knew he should release his new friend but something
made him stop. Instead he spent some minutes just staring down
at the blonde boy's near naked body laid out before him, while he
slowly moved his hand up and down his own stiff preteen rod. As
he quietly masturbated over the blindfolded boy, Chris noticed
that very few minutes the blonde boy would grunt as he struggled
for a few moments against the bonds on his wrists and ankles, and
then gave up again. The other boy clearly hadn't sensed Chris's
presence right next to him.

Then Chris made up his mind, he decided to take advantage of
situation. He knew there was a risk of being caught, and he would
have to keep an eye out for anyone coming into the now darkened
school swimming center. But he wanted to touch the other boy's
smooth slender body so much, the risk was worth it. And he
knew he would never get another chance like this ever again.

Moving as quietly as he could, Chris walked out of the change
rooms and into the entrance of the swimming center. There he
peered out through the glass doors, which were locked and could
only be opened from the inside. It was nearly dusk outside and
there was no one in sight. Chris then went back to the shower
room and stood over the tied and helpless boy. As he stared his
hand went to his still hard penis and he slowly began to
masturbate as he imagined what the other boy's cock looked like
under the thin material of his white speedos. As the pleasure of
his slow wanking began to build a soft moan escaped Chris's lip.

The bound boy's body suddenly tensed.

"Is someone there?" Ken asked nervously. Both boys were
now completely still and silent, neither daring to make a sound.
Then, as if realizing the danger the bound boy again started
struggling with his bonds. But he remained securely tied to the
bench, only his brief white speedos to protect his preteen body
from his unseen visitor.

Now breathing hard from the effort of fighting with the ropes
that held his ankles and wrists tied, Ken said, "Please, I know
someone is there. Please let me go!"

But Chris had made up his mind. He released his grip on his
own hard cock and kneeled down beside the slender athletic form
of the other boy. Tied and completely helpless, any part of his
body was available for Chris to play with.

Chris placed one hand on the tied boy's flat belly and let a
fingertip circle and then enter the boy's belly button.

"Please don't hurt me!" again the helpless boy pleaded.

But Chris just ignored him and let his hand drift down to the
boy's white speedos and to the small bulge between his widely
separated thighs. He let his hand cup Ken's boyhood and began
slowly squeezing and fondling the boy's package through the thin
material of the speedos.

"No, please don't touch me there!" Ken squealed, his voice
high pitched and loud.

Chris knew he had to stop the boy making too much noise, so
with his other hand he flicked the boy's balls with a finger and
said in a whisper to disguise his voice, "Shhhhhh!"

"Arrrghhh!" Ken grunted at the sudden and painful attack on
his helpless twelve year old balls. But the action did have the
desired effect of silencing him.

Keeping an eye out for no one else arriving at the swimming
center, Chris allowed his fingers to fondle the tied boy
everywhere. His fingers danced over Ken's nipples, navel, speedo
covered balls and cock, while he let his other hand go to his own
hard penis and played with it while he explored the other boy's
body. Next Chris stood up and slid his own white speedos down
his legs and onto the floor to allow himself better access to his
own balls and very excited boycock.

When he kneeled down next to the tied boy again, Chris
hooked his fingers under the top of the boy's speedos and slowly
began to pull them down.

Ken began struggling when he realized that his most private
place was about to be exposed, but he soon gave up the futile
effort.

Slowly, Ken's hairless circumcised penis and balls were
exposed to Chris's hungry preteen eyes. Chris smiled when he
saw that the red marks from the wet towels did indeed appear
right on his cock and even his balls looked reddened from resent
towel-attack.

Ken's penis was already half-firm from all the handling it had
received, and stood up three inches from the tied boy's slender
preteen body and seemed to point at the ceiling. Chris flicked the
semi-hard cock and watched it slap back against the boy's smooth
hairless pubic area and then rebound back to its original vertical
position.

"Arrgh!" Ken grunted each time his exposed penis was flicked.

While Chris continued to play with the other boy's penis, he
watched with fascination as it grew and hardened to a full four
and a half inches. Much bigger than his own merger three inches.
Chris began pumping his hand up and down the boy's warm
erection while his other hand began wanking his own
unimpressive hard penis.

While he was masturbating both himself and the tied boy, Chris
got a sudden but strong desire to suck the boy's hard cock. After
a glance to check that the boy's blind fond was in place, Chris
leaned forward and opened his mouth over Ken's rigid cock and
began lowering his mouth to begin sucking the waiting preteen
cock.

But just as his lips were about to touch the circumcised head of
the Ken's boycock, Chris heard the sound of someone entering
center through its big glass main doors. He was desperate to suck
the boy's penis, but there was no time. He had to hide quickly.

Chris tucked the boy's erection back under his white speedos
and ran to the nearby lockers near entrance to shower room and
hid behind them. Glancing back towards the boy tied to the bench
seat, Chris realized that he had left his own speedos on the floor
next to the tied boy. But at that moment he heard someone enter
the change room, so he ducked down to keep out of sight.

>From his hiding place Chris heard someone walk past just on
the other side of the lockers. He held his breath knowing that if he
was caught and they found out that he played with Ken's penis
while he was tied up, then his life would become a big mess.

As Chris continued to listen, the unknown visitor who had
joined the boys in the change room moved over to where Ken lay
helplessly tied to the seat. Chris then heard some muffled noises,
like the sound of someone removing their clothes. The next thing
he heard was Ken's pleading voice.

"Please let me go! I won't tell anyone. Please! Ohhhh-ahhhh!
What are you doing? Stop! Pleeeeease!"

Overcome by curiosity, Chris raised himself from his hiding
place to peer over the lockers to see what was happening. With
the lights out and the fading daylight, Chris could not see clearly.
He could see only a silhouette crouching over the prostrate
twelve year old boy with his head bobbing up and down over the
boy's crotch. Although it was all just shadows, Chris could tell
the newcomer was sucking the boy's cock. Probably Ken's first
blow job.

As Chris strained his eyes to see better, the unknown person
stopped his oral assault on the bound preteens young penis and
leaned closer to his head. In the stillness of the tiled shower room
the shadow shrouded visitor's voice could be clearly heard as he
whispered to the tied preteen, "This is a pocket knife kid. So
don't make a sound and don't you dare cum or I'll cut your
balls!"

The whispering voice was very like the one that had spoke to
Chris when he was tied up here on the first day of school. It could
be the same person. But he couldn't see enough to see if it was a
student or teacher, let alone identify exactly who it was.

Chris then saw the attacker move a hand to the boy's crotch, it
looked like it had something in it. Maybe a knife! There was a
brief cutting sound as the shadow cut open the sides of Ken's
white school speedos. Then the shadow grabbed the useless
remains and tore them off the tied boy and threw them on the
floor, right on top of Chris's discarded speedos.

The shadow figure then seemed to place the blade of the knife
beween Ken's spread thighs and scraped the blade over the soft
skin of Ken's totally exposed and defenseless ballsack.

"Ahhhhh noooo! Please stop!" screamed Ken hysterically,
clearly believing his nuts were being cut open.

"Shut up kid," whispered the shadow. "Your balls are in one
piece. I just scratched a message there for you to read later." He
then resumed his position with his head over the tied boy's now
softening penis. "Remember not to cum, or then I will cut them."
He then resumed sucking the helpless boy's cock.

>From his hiding place Chris had taken his own boycock in his
hand and began slowly pumping his hand up and down the firming
shaft. In spite of his fear of being caught, Chris found the sexual
torment of the bound boy very exciting and his penis was quickly
responding.

After several minutes of intense sucking Ken began to squirm
around on the bench seat, he was now moaning softly as the
intensity of the sensations in his virgin penis increased. Finally the
tied blonde boy said, "Please I can't stop it. I can't stop myself
from doing it. Please noooo! I can't hold it any more!"

Then Chris could see the outline of the tied boy arch his back
as he strained to stop the unstoppable. Then he let out a final loud
moan, "Ahhhhhhhgggh!" and his hip began to pump his cock into
the shadow person's mouth. The boy's orgasm lasted nearly
fifteen seconds and then he collapsed back onto the seat
exhausted. It was only then that Ken seemed to realize what he
had done.

"Oh shit I'm sorry. I didn't mean too." He gasped in fear. "I
couldn't help it."

The shadow figure raised himself from the boy's spent sex and
placed the knife blade against the boy's balls. "I warned you what
would happen if you did that!"

"No please! I'm so sorry!"

The shadow then seemed to put the pocked knife away and
pulled what looked like a one-foot plastic ruler out of his back
pocket. He then took hold of Ken's penis and began manipulating
it, making it hard again. He then lay it back over Ken's athletic
flat belly so that the sensitive underside was fully exposed. Next
he raised his other hand with the plastic ruler in it, and brought it
down hard across the twelve year old's erect penis.

"SMACK!"

"Yeeeeah!" screamed Ken as his tender young boyhood was
savagely struck.

Again the shadow person raised the ruler. "SMACK!"

"Yeeeeah! Fuck nooooo!" screamed Ken as he strained
uselessly at his bonds.

"SMACK!"

"Yeeeeah!" The bound boy was desperately trying to close his
legs or twist his body in a futile effort to save his preteen sex from
this agonizing attack. But the ropes tying his wrists and ankles
help him firmly in position and his naked body was totally helpless
and at the mercy of his attacker.

"SMACK!"

"Yeeeeah!"

"SMACK!"

"Yeeeeah!"

Chris could not believe his eyes. He was actually watching a
boy have his cock beaten with a plastic ruler. As he watched the
brutal scene, Chris could feel the pressure in his own penis
suddenly rise and he began to cum unexpectedly.

At last unknown sadist stopped his assault on the preteen boys
cock. "And this is so you'll remember to do like I tell you next
time." With that the he raised the ruler one last time and brought
it down hard between the boy's spread thighs.

This time the rule made a dull thud as it struck. and Chris knew
the ruler had hit Ken right on his balls this time.

Ken's mouth opened and he seemed to strain as hard as he
could to scream loud, but no sound came out.

The sight made Chris feel a sick pain of sympathy in his
stomach and his free hand went automatically between his legs to
protect his balls. But even with the agony the other boy was
obviously experiencing, Chris was surprised to find his recently
spent penis beginning to harden again.

Then the visitor stood up and turned back towards the
entrance to the shower room.

Quickly Chris ducked back down so he wouldn't be
discovered. He then heard the unknown intruder walk close by as
he left the room, leaving the abused and beaten boy still tied up to
the seat.

Chris found that he had a strong desire to go over to the tied
boy and pull on his cock and punch his balls. But he resisted these
dark desires and continued to stay in his hiding place just in case
the visitor returned. Ten minutes went by and Chris decided that
he better make a run for it. He thought about releasing Ken first.
But if he did that he could not explain his presence there, so Ken
will just have to take his chances and maybe spend the whole
night tied to the seat.

Chris stood up slowly and as quietly as possible began
tiptoeing towards the door. Just then he heard the main doors
open and the sound of someone whistling as they entered the
school pool center.

Ken must have heard it too because he chose that moment to
yell out. "Hey! Someone help! Help!"

Quickly Chris dived back into his hiding place behind the
lockers.

The next moment the door opened and the swim coach rushed
in, "Who's there!"

"Help! I'm over here!" Ken called from the center of the
shower room.

Next the lights went on the Chris was blinded by the sudden
brightness. But he kept still and quiet.

"Is that you Ken?" the coach said. "My god, what happened
here?"

The coach then untied the unfortunate boy and Ken sat up, and
with his hands free for the first time in over an hour began
massaging his aching cock and balls. "Oohhhh!" he sighed with
relief.

The picked up the boy's speedos from the floor and gave them
to Ken, "You better get dressed," he said with concern.

The naked boy took the speedos, and Chris's too. Ken stood
up, and still holding his balls he walked a little awkwardly to the
lockers. The coach unlocked the lockers and Ken opened his and
threw the speedos inside. He was now very close to where Chris
was hiding and Chris held his breath and prayed not to be
discovered.

Ken pulled his bag out of the locker and got his jockey
underwear out and stepped into them.

The coach asked, "What happened to you? Why were you tied
like that."

"The other boys tied me up and did things to me coach."

"Did they now, well we'll soon get those responsible."

As Ken bent forward to pulling his jockeys up, he was still
massaging his balls with one hand. It was then the boy saw the
letters scratched into the soft white skin if his balls. Ken bent over
more to get a closer look and he remembered his attacker saying,
'This is so you'll remember.'

Ken continued to tell the coach what had happened as he
looked closer at the marks on his tender young testicles that were
clearly letters of some kind. "And someone hit me between my le.
. . ." the boy seemed to freeze as he reads the lettering scratched
onto his still aching ball sack.

>From his hiding place just a few feet away Chris could see
some of the letters, S-M-E. Smegel? Could it be? Chris thought
to himself.

Then suddenly Ken quickly pulled up his jockeys covering his
battered privates and said, "Its nothing coach. Just the other kids
having an initiation prank. It's okay, really!"

"But didn't you say they beat you?" the coach pressed.

"No its okay coach, honest! I made a mistake, it was all just a
prank."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure coach, please forget it. I'm okay."

Ken finished getting dressed as Chris watched from his hiding
place. Then the coach re-locked the lockers and both Ken and the
coach left together.

As they left the change rooms, Chris remembered what
happened to him on his first day after summer break when some
one had sucked his cock while he was tied up and blindfolded.
Could the person in the shadows be the mysterious Smegel?
Could the coach be Smegel? But no, the coach had left earlier.

Next Chris heard them leave though the main doors, but
continued to hide for several more minutes just in case. When he
finally got up to leave, Chris realized for the first time he was
completely naked, and the lockers were all locked shut, and his
speedos were now in Ken's locker.

But he had no choice now. Naked, he slipped out of the main
entrance of the swim center and ran off towards the cover of
bushes surrounding a nearby school building. He dodged between
the few remaining cars in car park, then dashed behind a building
trying to stay out of sight. There were still a few schoolboys
making their way out of the school and home. When he reached
the building he ducked down behind a bush to rest and get his
bearings.

"Hi!"

Caught off guard, Chris immediately covered his naked sex
with his hands and turned to see who was just behind him.

Sam stood there smiling at his friend, "What happened to you?
Why are you naked and where are your clothes?"

"They got locked in the lockers by accident," Chris mumbles
with obvious embarrassment.

"Then where are your speedos?"

"I lost them too," Chris said staring at the ground.

"Again? Well then its lucky I came looking for you. We were
supposed to meet nearly an hour ago."

"Sorry Sam, but you wouldn't believe what happened!"

"Really! What happened?"

Chris told Sam about meeting the good looking blonde boy at
swim training and how he was tied up and attacked in the shower
room.

While Chris recounted the story, Sam noticed that Chris's little
cock was getting very hard and was now sticking straight out its
full three inches. Without interrupting Chris's monologue, Sam
reached out a hand and began idly feeling Chris's erection. Next
Sam began to slowly pump his hand along its length.

Chris let his friend feel his erect cock and continued with his
story like nothing was happening. When he got to the part about
wanting to suck the tied-up boy's cock he decided to skip that bit.
It was just too embarrassing. When Chris described how someone
had come in and forced the boy to try and not cum while he was
sucking his cock and then how he was punished for cuming, Sam
looked at him wide eyed.

"That's amazing!" Sam said. Sam knew his own cock was
busting to push out of his shorts but he ignored it and continued
to work on Chris's hard penis. "You actually saw this kid's cock
being whacked?"

"Yeah, it was right in front of me." Then Chris asked, "Can I
have some of your clothes to get home with Sam. I don't want to
be caught naked in public, especially here at school."

"Just like in your dream!" Sam smiled.

Chris blushed and Sam could feel the cock in his hand harden
just a bit more.

"I have my tee-shirt and shorts I used for sport this morning in
my bag," Sam continued. He then kneeled down in front of his
naked friend and said, "You can have them only if you don't cum
in my mouth." And he immediately began sucking Chris's excited
boycock.

"Hey that's not fair," Chris whispered as he quickly looked
around to make sure no one could see them. "You already had me
half way there." Even though Chris knew this was a game, he
tried really hard not to cum. But he found that being naked
outside in a public place in the school grounds with the danger of
discovery made him very hot. After less than a minute of expert
sucking, Chris could hold back no more and he came in his
friend's mouth. "Ohhhh-ahhhh! That feels great!" Chris moaned
temporarily forgetting that they were still in the school grounds
and he might be caught naked.

Sam kept sucking until the last throb of Chris's dry preteen
orgasm had faded. He then smiled up at his naked friend. "So
now I get to whack your balls until you scream just like what
happened to the kid on your swim team." Then he playfully
flicked Chris's small balls with a fingertip, making Chris jump.

"Ouch! That hurt!" Chris yelped, quickly covering his hairless
jewels with both hands. But he also found that he enjoyed the
rough treatment of his preteen testicles. "Now give me your
clothes before some one sees us."

Now both dressed, the two boys walked to the bus stop but
they found that they had already missed last bus and will have to
walk home.

As they walked Chris said, "There's one more bit to the story
that I forgot to tell you."

"What's that?"

"When Ken checked the marks on his balls I could see letters
scratched on them."

"You mean the this guy cut letters right on this kids balls?"
Sam said incredulously.

"Yeah, and the letters I saw were S-M-E. But there were
others I couldn't see."

"You think it was Smegel?"

"Must be, I think he is being blackmailed like us. That's why
he didn't tell who tied him up?"

Sam seemed to think on this for a moment, then said "You
know we might be able to get him to do stuff for us too. I mean,
all we have to do is pretend to know Smegel. It will be easy to
find out if it will work, just mention the name and see how he
reacts."

"Sounds risky," Chris answered, but he was turned on by the
idea. "What if we get caught? Or the real Smegel finds out?"

"Not much chance of that," Sam said trying to calm his friend.
"Anyway it's probably someone on the swim team."

"Maybe," Chris mused. "Maybe."

As they left the school entrance they could see the blonde boy
waking home alone a short distance ahead of them.

"There's Ken now," Chris whispered and the two ducked into
shadows so they wouldn't be seen.

As they followed the blonde boy they could see that he was
still walking stiffly. Sam began to giggle at the other boy's
discomfort and Chris had to shush him.

When they got to the woods Ken stopped and looked around.
Chris and Sam were already under cover of shadows and some
bushes.

As the two youngsters watched, Ken pulled his shorts and
underwear down to his knees and began to masturbate his hard
penis. After a few minutes the boy began pumping his hips and
raised his face to darkened sky and let out a long sigh of relief. He
then pulled up his clothes and continued on home.

The boys didn't follow, as they had to take a different path
home.

Chris said, "Shit, even after his cock and balls were beaten
with a plastic ruler, he still needed to play with himself. It must
have got him really hot."

Sam smiled and said, "I think he might be fun to play with after
all. We should invite him over."

Chris returned his friends smile and they headed home.





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Karen looked at the kitchen wall clock. It was nearly seven.

"Where the fuck is Chris?" she said aloud.

"You said a bad word," Lisa chirped at her sister's sudden
outburst.

"So what! Chris said he would be home so we can look at the
emails together."

"Should we just look at them ourselves," Lisa suggested.

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea."

The two girls went into their mom's home office and switched
on the computer. In a minute or two they had their hotmail page
open and there in the inbox list saw the name 'SMEGEL'.

"Fuck!" said Karen as she clicked on the email to open it.


Hi Karen

You are to go to a special meeting
place tonight for your punishment.
Come alone. The map attached to this
email shows you how. Its not far so
you can walk from home.

To be there on time you need to leave
home by 7pm. Wear only a tee-shirt
and shorts only and NOTHING else!

Don't tell anyone, or else . . . .
Your friend
Smegel


The two girls looked at each other in despair.

"Shit," Karen said. "Where is Chris? He was supposed to be
here by now."

"Are you going to go?" Lisa asked her older sister.

"I guess I have to. And you have to stay here because they said
I have to come alone."

"Aren't you scared?"

"Of course. But I have to go." Karen paused for a moment
then said, "you tell Chris when he gets here. Okay?"

Lisa just nodded, a worried expression on her young face.



End of Part 10

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