Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2001 08:23:20 -0500
From: Ken Craven <ken_craven@hotmail.com>
Subject: 'No Way Back-08' {} ( bb oral) [8!20]

Disclaimer - This story contains description of sexual acts
between minors. If this is not to your taste or illegal in
your region do not proceed further. This is entirely a work
of fiction and none of the characters or events depicted exist.


NO WAY BACK - Part 8  (b/b bond CBT Oral)
By Ken Craven



The door to his mom's the office was open when Chris arrived
downstairs and he rushed in and switched on the computer. He
waited impatiently as the machine booted up and the Windows
screen appeared. He clicked the internet icon and typed in the
hotmail homepage address.

He typed his user name and password and waited expectantly.
After a few seconds his inbox was displayed which showed two
new emails. Both were from Smegel.

"Shit!" Chris said under his breath as he clicked open the first
email. Behind him Karen wandered in, he had been so absorbed in
the email he hadn't heard the back door open.

"Hi Chris," his eleven year old sister said pleasantly. "Watcha
doin'?"

"Oh hi Karen, I was just checking the email."

His younger sister looked over his shoulder and saw the name
Smegel on the top of the first email. "Who is Smegel?" she asked.

"Oh Smegel. he is. ahh just someone. Why do you want to
know?"

"Ashley asked me to go to a party at her place and I said no
because she tried to touch me, you know . . . down there. But
then she said that Smegel said I had to. It was weird, I don't
know any Smegel."

Chris realized that he had to tell his sister about the emails
form the mysterious Smegel because now she too was wrapped
up in this problem. "I didn't get a chance to talk to you before,
but this morning I got an email from someone called Smegel. I
don't know who he really is. But I guess it will be easier to
understand if you read it yourself."

With a few quick click of the mouse Chris had the very first
email from Smegel, which he'd received that morning, on the
screen and Karen leaned forward to read it.


Hi Chris

You don't know me, but I know you.
I know about what you and your
sister did last night. Was she a
good fuck? It mush have been great
to slide into that tight little pussy.

Don't worry I won't tell on you.
Provided you do what I tell you. If
you don't do what I want I will
spread these pictures around.

If someone tells you Smegel asked
you to do something, you do it!
No questions! just do it! Or
you will be the one who's fucked!

Your new best friend
Smegel


Karen looked at the bottom of the email and saw the three
pictures of her having sex with Chris on the lounge room floor.
Her mouth dropped open in shock. Her already pale skinned face
turned white.

"My God Chris!" she eventually said. "How did he get these
pictures and who is he." Without giving her brother a chance to
answer her mind raced on. "Do you think Ashley has these
pictures? That would be just terrible."

"No," Chris reassured his sister. "Whoever this Smegel is, I
think only he has the pictures, and he'll give them out if we don't
do whatever he says."

"But Chris, I already told Ashley that I wouldn't go to her
party even though she said Smegel said to. Oh no! What will
happen now?" Karen wailed. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I didn't have a chance!" Chris said defensively. "I only got the
message this morning. And besides I thought it was only for me.
But now it looks like you have to do what Smegel says too."

"But now Smegel will give out those awful pictures and
everyone will see!" Karen cried almost hysterically.

"Maybe not," Chris said trying to keep his voice as calm as
possible. "Let's see what his latest emails say. Again Chris clicked
away with the mouse until one of the two the new emails from
Smegel was on the screen.





Hi again Chris

Congratulations on your wonderful win

at the local swimming championships.

You looked every bit a winner.





Just below this was a picture of Chris standing on the winners
platform wearing his white speedos. His small circumcised cock
was clearly visible through the thin wet material. Even the slit in
the end of his cock could be made out through the near
transparent material, and the ridge around his circumcised
cockhead was very plain to see.

No wonder the photographer took so many pictures, Chris
thought.

"Why can I see your thing Chris?" Karen asked. "Its like your
naked in front of everyone."

Chris flushed red as he remembered the total embarrassment of
being so exposed in front of all those people. But he also noticed
that his cock was now pressing hard against his boxers as he
recalled the scene. He hoped his sister didn't notice the tent now
prominently poking up from his lap.

But her attention was held by a small icon just below the
picture that simply read `Press here for the rest of the message.'

"What's this Chris? Press it so we can see what else there is."

Happy to get his embarrassing picture off the screen, he
clicked on the icon and waited. Soon the rest of the massage was
displayed.


I see you and your friend Sam are very
Close. It seems like you like cock as
much as you like pussy. Tell your
sister and Sam to obey when they hear
my name too.

If any one of you dare disobey, then
all of you will be exposed. And
everyone will see What you do
together!

But before I go. Chris you are invited
to a special party on Saturday night
at the same place you visited this
afternoon.

No need to bring your speedos, LOL
Your very best friend
Smegel


Just below the message were two pictures of Chris and Sam in
the shower together. One picture showed Sam kneeling in front of
Chris while his hands played with Chris's erect little penis. In the
second picture their positions were reversed.

"Why did he say `no need to bring your speedos' Chris?"
Karen asked innocently. "And what does LOL mean?"

"He means they already have my speedos," he answered. "And
LOL is chat room slang for Laugh-Out-Loud. It means he thinks
its real funny."

As Chris studied the pictures he realized where they were
taken. "Hey that's here in our bathroom! They must have been on
the roof outside the window."

Karen began to squirm and finally forced herself to confess,
"Well, Chris. . . You see. . . I took those pictures of you and Sam
in the shower."

"You did!?" said her brother in astonishment. "But why?"

"I didn't mean for anyone to see them. We were just having
fun."

"We? Who else was there with you?"

"Just Lisa," she continued quickly her confession now pouring
out like water through a broken dam. "We just took the pictures
for fun. We were playing that's all. Honest!"

Chris eyed his sister skeptically, maybe she was this Smegel
after all. "Then what did you do with the pictures you took?"

Karen looked down at the floor, unable to meet her brother's
eyes. "We put them on our web site."

"On the net!" said Chris in horror. "So everyone can see
them."

"But we didn't tell anyone the address. So no one could know
they are there!" Karen said in her defense as she tried to hold
back sobs of tears. "But I couldn't have taken the pictures of
us. you know. doing it. That must have been some one else."

"Who?" Chris demanded.

They both sat and stared at each other for long moments and
then at the same time both said, "Lisa!"

"What?" came the nine year old girl's questioning voice as she
entered the home office, having just arrived home from school.

Chris jumped straight to the point, "Lisa did you take pictures
of Karen and me when we. . . . . on the floor last night?"

The young girl's face went bright red. She knew she was in
trouble and decided to just tell the truth. "Yes Chris," She
answered, her voice a mouse-like whisper. "I'm sorry. I was just
playing around because you made me leave."

"Did you put them on our web site Lisa?" asked Karen
urgently.

"Well, yes. I put them with the others."

"Holly shit!" cried Chris in horror. "So that's where they got
the pictures from. They must have recognized us from the
pictures."

"But no one had the address," said Karen.

"Yeah, no one had the address," echoed Lisa.

"Well they found them anyway," Chris answered. "I don't
know how, but they got them and we are in deep shit."

Karen looked back at the screen and saw that they still hadn't
opened the final email from Smegel. "Shouldn't we open the last
email now Chris and see if he says anything about Ashley in it.

"What about Ashley?" Lisa asked.

"I disobeyed her when she said Smegel told me to do
something and I afraid I'm gonna be punished for it."

"Who's Smegel?" the younger girl asked.

"I'll tell you later," her older sister answered.

"Well he didn't mention it in the first email so maybe its okay,"
Chris said hopefully. A few more mouse clicks and the final email
from Smegel was displayed on the screen. All three preteens read
the message in silence.


Hi Karen

It seems you chose not to obey
me when you were asked to go to a
party. Too bad! Now you must be
punished.


To determine your punishment you must
attend a meeting of our exclusive
little club. You must come alone.
The meeting will be on Friday night
and directions will be sent to you
when you need to leave. So be ready.
Follow the instructions to the letter.
Do whatever the instructions tell you
to do, no matter what they say.

And if anyone tries to follow you, the
worst will happen. So be warned!

Don't disappoint me again!

Your friend
Smegel


Karen was horrified and almost in tears. "What does this mean
Chris?"

"It means that you'll have to do what they say and go to this
meeting. And its tomorrow night."

"But I'm scared. What it they do horrible things to me?"

Chris knew that these unknown people will probably do
humiliating things to her. But he didn't think they would hurt her.
"It won't be that bad. Anyway we have no choice. If we all want
to keep this a secret, we have to do what they say. I mean, what if
mom found out."

"Oh no!" Karen wailed. "That would be just awful."

"And you have to say nothing too," Chris said sternly to his
youngest sister.

Lisa was almost in tears like her sister. "I promise! I'm so
sorry all this happened and I'm sorry I took the pictures. But I
didn't give them to anyone. You have to believe me!"

After a long silence Chris couldn't help but believe his little
sister. He was sure she wouldn't do this on purpose to her own
brother and sister. "Okay Lisa, I believe you." He returned his
attention to the PC and said, "I'm going to wipe your web site so
no one can see those pics from now on. At least the situation
won't get any worse." Although Chris couldn't imagine how it
could be worse. "What's the FTP address and password?" he
asked as he opened the FTP program."

Karen leaned forward and typed it in for him. When the file
listing of the site came up Chris deleted all the files, including all
the `jpeg' picture files.

At least no one else can get these picture, Chris though. He
had no way of knowing where all this would end.

"I hope that will fix things," Karen said.

"I don't know," her brother answered thoughtfully. "You will
still have to go to this meeting tomorrow night. We can't risk
upsetting Smegel again."

"Shit!" Karen sighed. "Well I'm going to take a shower. All
this has made me feel icky." She then left the office and headed
up stairs with her little sister in tow.

With a final sigh of resignation he shut down the PC and
headed upstairs too.

It was only now that he remembered that Sam was still tied to
his bed. He had been left there for nearly an hour. When he
reached his bedroom door he quietly opened it and slipped inside,
closing the door again behind him.

He looked down on the bed. There was Sam still tied spread-
eagled on the bed and with a stiff four inch penis that lay against
the smooth skin his flat belly. And added to this Chris realized
that Sam was asleep. His mouth was slightly open and his
breathing had the slow even rhythm of sleep.

Quietly he crept over to the bed and carefully positioned
himself between Sam's legs and then slowly reached out a hand
and lifted the stiff penis into an upright position and then leaned
forward and began very gently sucking the head of Sam's
erection.

Chris kept one eye on his sleeping friend and could see the
other boy was still asleep, but Sam began to murmur words as he
slept and Chris had to listen very hard to make them out.

"No don't! Please not out here!" Sam said in his sleep, his
voice slurred and hard to understand.

Where? Chris thought to himself. He kept sucking on Sam's
penis and continued to listen for more.

"No everyone can see. . . No don't. please . . ."

Then the cock in Chris's mouth began throbbing in a big cum
and that woke Sam up.

"What's goin'. . . Ooooohhhh ahhh!" Sam moaned. He tried to
bring his hands down to protect his boyhood but they were still
tied to the bed. Sam then looked down to the red-haired head still
bobbing up and down on his hard penis, which was still pulsing in
orgasm. For nearly a minute after he had finished cuming Sam
could not speak, he just lay spread out on the bed breathing
heavily. Then finally he collected himself enough to speak, "Oh
Chris that was great. That's the best wakeup call ever! Thanks."

Chris let the now softening cock slide from his moth and lay on
the bed next to Sam. "That's okay." Then he added. "What were
you dreaming about just then."

Sam's face suddenly flushed red and he looked embarrassed,
"Why do you ask?"

"You were talking in your sleep. And just before you came you
were talking about everyone seeing or something."

"Oh," said Sam. "I sometimes have this fantasy that I like to
imagine happening."

"You mean you think about it when you jerk off?"

"Well, Yeah." Sam's face blushed slightly.

"So what is it?" Chris pressed.

After a pause to get his courage up Sam said, "I like to pretend
I've been captured by a group of kids from school and they tie me
up naked in some place with lots of people around. Like in the
schoolyard or a shopping mall. Then everyone takes turns doing
things to me and making me cum. I know its weird. But I think
about it a lot."

"Just a bit weird," Chris said smiling. "But maybe we can play
a game like that some time."

"Cool!" Sam smiled tugging at the laces and school ties
holding him to the bed. "You can untie me now."

"Okay," Chris answered and reached down a hand and began
squeezing Sam's limp cock and then gripped it firmly and
stretched it out as far as it would go. Making Sam grunt and
moan. "That's just to say goodbye." Then he set about untying his
friend.

When Sam was finally free Chris turned out the light and the
two naked boys got into the bed and snuggled close together. It
was now getting very late and the only light in the small room
came from the half moon shinning outside. Chris could make out
Sam's shadowy outline and could feel his warm breath on his
face. It had been a long day and it was not surprising that he felt
very tied now. He felt very relaxed and easy with his friend lying
naked beside him. After several minutes of lying in silence, Chris
felt Sam's hand move to his thigh and then trace its way up to cup
Chris's small firm balls.

Smiling to himself in the darkness, Chris realized that sleep
may still be some time in coming.


             *      *      *      *      *      *


"Mommy! Mommy! I can see that boy's wee wee!" came the
shrill cry from a little girl as her mother dragged her off down the
busy mall by the hand.

Chris looked down at himself and was startled to see that he
was only wearing his white speedos that Steve had given him and
they were wet and see-through. He tried to cover his nearly
exposed groin with his hands but was again surprised to find that
his wrists were tied behind his back. As the many shoppers passed
by they stared at him and at his hairless circumcised cock,
squashed obscenely flat by his tiny undersized speedos which
displayed everything to the casual gaze.

Chris tried to hide his nakedness by turning his back to the
people, but he found he was standing in the middle of the
shopping mall and there were strangers on all sides, adults and
children, all laughing and pointing at him.

He quickly realized that the only thing to do was to get moving
and try and get out of the mall. Chris hustled his way deeper into
crowded mall looking for an exit, but the crowd and brightly-lit
shop fronts seemed to go on forever. He was trapped and
everyone was looking at him. This was just like at the swimming
center and he could feel his face burn red with extreme
embarrassment. It was worse being exposed to complete
strangers who laughed and pointed at him. His undersized
speedos did nothing to ease his embarrassment.

As Chris pushed through the thick crowd he could feel hands
touching him. Touching his bare chest and belly, and sometimes
even his groin, forcing him to turn suddenly away to escape the
probing fingers of the town's people, who seemed only interested
in giggling at him and poking at his privates.

All of a sudden Justin appeared from the mass of people right
in front of him.

"There you are Chris" the young boy smiled. " I've been
looking all over for you." Without warning Justin kneeled down
in front of Chris and pulled down front of his speedos just enough
to release Chris's circumcised two-inch penis from its tight
constriction.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Chris gasped horrified at having
his boyhood exposed in public. He tried to back away from the
little blonde boy, but Justin reacted quickly and reached out a
hand and grasped Chris's' small penis and tugged it back towards
him, dragging the rest of Chris's body behind it.

"Yeeearrgh!" Chris grunted helplessly at the assault on his
cock, which was pulled so hard it seemed like it be torn from him.

Justin then proceeded to tie the end of a long piece of string
tightly around Chris's soft penis just behind the circumcised head.

"Owww!" that hurts!" Chris complained.

Justin then stood up, and let ten feet of string play out from the
small roll in his hand. He then headed off down the mall dragging
Chris behind him by the cock, with the busy shopping crowd
watching.

Chris had to hurry to keep up. Every time he fell behind a
sharp painful tug on his cock would force him move quicker.

"Hey look at that boy!" came the cry of a teenage girl just to
Chris's left. "I can see his prick and he's got something tied to it,
and his hands tied.

"Let me see!" followed the voice of another teenage girl. Soon
Chris was surrounded by a group of five girls all about fourteen years
old and in school uniform. Chris recognized the uniform as the same
one his sisters wore.

A painful jerk on his cock reminded Chris that he had to keep
moving and he tried to push past the girls but they held him and
the string tied to Chris's cock pulled harder and harder.

"Arrgh shit! Let me go please!" It seemed like Justin was
pulling on the string with all his weight.

"Hey look! Some one is pulling on his prick with the string,"
one of the girls said. Another then took hold of the tightly
stretched string and pulled it towards Chris, at the same time
relieving the stress on his cock and pulling Justin back to them.

When Justin finally emerged from the crowd he looked around
at the group of teenage girls and said smiling, "Hi girls! Do you
like my little dog? His name is Chris."

"He's cute," said one of the girls who placed her hand on
Chris's chest and then slid it down until it was covering the soft
skin where Chris's pubic hair will one day be. As her fingers felt
around the soft sensitive area above Chris's cock she said, "He's
got no hair there yet. He's totally smooooth!"

This was like a signal to the others. Their hands descended on
Chris near naked preteen body. Fingers felt his nipples, making
them into hard little nubs. Others fingers were feeling his cock
which quickly responded. As his cock hardened and thickened,
the string tied around his cock-head bit deep into the shaft making
Chris groan, "Arrrgh! Please its hurting! Its too tight!"

"Well you shouldn't have got a boner then," Justin replied
coldly.

The girl's hands continued to play all over Chris's nipples,
belly and now rigid and strangled penis. One of the girls was
playing by pulling on the cock-string making their boy-toy groan
with every tug. While another pushed her hand inside his speedos
and began feeling his balls.

The next thing Chris knew was that the girls were pulling at
the sides of his tiny white speedos.

"Hey what are you doing?" Chris objected. But the girls were
not listening and they continued to tug at his only covering.
"Please stop, they'll rip!" he begged.

But finally the flimsy material gave way with a tear and the
now useless speedos fell to the floor, leaving him totally naked in
front of hundreds of people.

The girls' hands were all over Chris's now naked hairless body.
Fingers were exploring his penis, his balls, his belly, his nipples,
and even the cheeks of his bottom.

Chris couldn't control the react of his young preteen body to
all this stimulation. In a few moments he could feel the pressure
rising in his penis and he knew he would cum soon in front of
these teenage girls, and dozens of passing strangers in the busy
mall.

"Oh shit!" Chris murmured and he screwed up his face as
desperately tried to force himself not to cum. But the fingers on
his penis and balls were irresistible.

But before his preteen body reached climax Justin announced,
"Come on girls follow me!"

The giggling pack of teens all removed their hands from the
naked boy, leaving him panting and unfinished.

Justin then said, "Time to see him handle a wild bucking
bronco."

"Oh cool!" the girls cried in approval. "But where will we find
a bronco here?"

"Kmart!" Justin answered and headed off down the mall.

"Aaarghhhhh!" Chris grunted as the length of string connecting
Justin and his penis reached its limit and it pulled painfully on his
now rock hard cock, and forcing Chris to quickly thrust his hips
forward to ease the strain on his groin. He then began pushing
through the crowd after Justin desperately trying to keep up to
stop the string from tearing at his boyhood again.

"Hey wait for us!" one of the teen girls called as they all began
running after the two boys.

As Chris pushed through the thick shopping crowd hands
would continually reach out and grab at his erection or his small
hairless testicles, occasionally forcing him to stop to be prodded
and felt by the passing strangers. Then the painfully irresistible
string would pull on his cock and force him onward down the
shopping mall.

Soon he arrived out front of a Kmart where Justin was
standing by a child's horse-ride machine, the kind where you put
a quarter in a slot and the horse rocks up and down like a slow
moving bucking bronco. Three-year-olds love it.

But Chris was not asked to get on the horses back. Instead
Justin pulled him over with the string and made Chris stand right
in front of the horse's head. He then pushed the string through a
ring set in to the horses nose. The string was then pull tight to
take up any slack and so pulling Chris's penis up towards it.

Chris had to stand on tip toes to relieve the strain on his
tethered boyhood. "Hey, what are you doing? Arrgh that hurts?"
he complained but no one was listening.

When Justin stepped back to admire his handy work Chris
found that he had to remain up on his toes to keep the string
around his cock-head from stretching his hard boy cock beyond
its limit.

"Shit Justin! That's pulling too hard on it. I can't stand on my
toes for ever!" Chris wined.

But the younger boy just giggled and began fumbling around in
one of the pockets in his shorts and pulled out a quarter. He then
moved around to the side of the horse ride and reached out his
hand to drop the coin into the slot.

Chris suddenly realized what was about to happen and called
out, "No wait!"

Justin hesitated, the coin in his hand poised over the slot.

"You can turn it on," Chris continued his voice sounding shrill
with fear. "When it moves the horse's head up and down it'll rip
my thing right off!"

Again the younger boy just giggled and said, "That's the idea."
He then dropped to the coin into the slot.

Immediately the horse ride began moving. But to Chris's relief
the first movement horse's head was down allowing his heels to
touch the floor again. But before he could appreciate the rest, the
horse's head began moving up. Again Chris got up on his toes to
ease the pain of the string dragging him relentlessly upwards by
his immature penis. It quickly reached the height where he was
once more at full stretch and his rigid boyhood seemed to be
stretched to its limit. But the horse's head continued up another
half-inch, and the string on his cock-head tore painfully at his
tender preteen groin.

"Yeaaagghh!" Chris squealed in agony. And just when he
thought his small penis was going to be torn from his hairless
groin, the horse's head began mercifully moving down again
relieving the strain.

As the ride continued this was repeated over and over again.

Down---up---"Yeaaagghh!" Chris squealed in front of the
appreciative crowd that now gathered around.

Down---up---"Yeaaagghh!"

Down---up---"Yeaaagghh!"

Down---up---"Yeaaagghh!"

Down---up---"Yeaaagghh!"

All through the agonizing horse ride, Chris saw that he was
surrounded by dozens of small children and parents, all watching
and laughing at the spectacle.

"Please, will some one help me!" Chris begged. "Please get out
of this . . . Yeaaagghh!" he squealed as the horse's head again
reached the top of its stroke.

A little boy of about six standing close to Chris asks his mother
"Can I feel it mom?"

His mom answered "Okay but careful he doesn't make a mess
on your clean clothes."

Chris was shocked that an adult would allow this to happen, let
alone let her son join in.

The young boy stepped forward and kneeled down next to
Chris and placed his excited hand on Chris's small balls that were
drawn up tight to his body by the painful torture of his penis.

Again the horse's head pulled Chris's boyhood up, stretching it
to the limit. "Yeaaagghh!" But despite the pain the touch of the
young boy's hand on his soft testicles was still enough to almost
make him cum.

Suddenly a security guard pushed his way though the crowd
and looked down at the naked boy with his hands tied behind his
back and his cock tied to the bucking horse ride.

Seeing the guard Chris felt a wave of relief come over him. He
was finally going to be released from this terrible public torture of
his preteen penis. "Oh please sir can you help me?" he begged the
guard.

But the guard just sneered at him and said, "You should be
ashamed of yourself young man, doing that in public. If you don't
clear off by the time I get back you'll be in trouble."

Chris just looked at the guard in shocked disbelief. Couldn't he
see that his hands were tied and he was being forced to do this?

The next thing Chris knew a group of boys from is school
swimming team arrived. One of them stood behind Chris and
reached his hands around and began tickling Chris's nipples.
Despite the pain tearing at his groin the touch on his nipples made
them immediately hard and he moaned in response. "Ohhhhhh
god that feels . . . Yeaaagghh!" Again the horse pulled viscously
at his cock bringing him back to his horrible situation.

Another blonde boy Chris's own age, who was also on the
swim team kneeled down in from of Chris and pushed the six year
old out of the way.

"Hey I was there first!" complained the youngster. But he
moved back anyway, allowing the older boy room. The blonde
boy then leaned forward and began sucking on Chris's stretched
cock shaft. There were now also hands on his bottom, his belly,
his chest. All exciting the tortured twelve year old making his
nude body tremble with sexual excitement, which mixed with the
painful torture of his preteen cock in a way he didn't understand,
but it made his whole naked body shake with every painful stretch
of his penis by the horse-ride. Every time his penis was stretched
to its limit he felt he was going to cum. But his young body just
went to the edge but never seemed to go over, and he now
desperately wanted to cum.

At last the ride stopped, but it had stopped with Chris's cock
in its most stretched position. "Arrrrggghhh!" he screamed.
"Please help! It's pulling it off!" A few in the gathered crowd
laughed at his clearly agonizing situation, but no one moved to
help the naked twelve year old. "Please! Get it off me!"

Suddenly he felt a sharp point of what had to be a knife on his
small hairless ball sacks. He looked down and saw the blonde boy
from his swim team holding the point of a pocket-knife to his
exposed testicles and was slowly drawing the point up the line
between his balls and then continued up the length of his cock
shaft. He knew it was cutting him but Chris could not tell if it was
just a scratch or much worse.

"What are you doing? Please don't hurt me! Please!" he
begged uselessly. Even through the pain of his stretched cock, he
could feel the point of the knife move along the stretched
underside of his penis right to the sensitive triangle of skin under
the head.

"Arrrggh nooooo!" he wailed more in fear than pain as the
blonde boy began sawing the knife back and forward just under
the head of his over-extended penis. "No don't do it! Please No!"

Then the agony of the string stretching his cock stopped and
he could rest back on the soles of his feet again. For a horrible
moment he thought the blonde boy had cut his penis in two, and
he was almost too scared to look. But when he did look down his
still rock hard penis was back in its normal horizontal and there
was only an angry purple mark encircling the reddened head of his
penis to mark where the string had been.

"Oh thank god!" Chris murmured to himself.

But then the blonde boy kneeing between his legs took the
whole length of Chris's boycock in his mouth and began sucking
vigorously. Chris found his penis was still very sore from being
tied tightly by the string and the sucking was at the same time
painful and exciting.

Chris now noticed all the people standing around him and
staring at the boy sucking on his penis and realized that he was
the center of their attention and they could all see his naked body.
A wave of overwhelming embarrassment washed over him
making his face turn bright red. "No please don't make me do it
in front of all these people!" But the boy kept working his warm
wet mouth all over Chris's erect cock. Soon he could feel the
pressure rising from his balls again and he knew he was going to
be forced to cum in public very soon. He closed his eyes and tried
to force his prepubescent body not to react to the attention on his
rigid three inch penis. But instead he just became more aware of
all the hands that were still exploring all over his body.

Fingers were still flicking and teasing his hardened nipples, and
others had found there way into the crevasse between the cheeks
of his bottom and were touching and prodding at his anus. More
fingers were probing his navel and his hairless pubic area just
above his cock, which had become a pressure valve that was
ready to blow.

"Please Noooo! Don't make me do it!" Chris begged one final
time. He then looked down at the blonde head bobbing up and
down on his hard cock. As he looked down the boy's head
seemed to shimmer and blur, like his eyes were going out of
focus. He struggled to clear his vision again, and when he finally
could see again the head between his legs was no longer blonde.
It had brown hair. It was Sam's head working on his near ready
to burst penis. In a daze Chris looked around him. The shopping
mall was gone. He was once more in his bedroom and lying on his
own bed while his best friend sucked his cock.

"Shit what's happening?" Chris gasped sleepily as he slowly
realized that he had been dreaming, and Sam had been sucking his
penis while he slept.

Sam's mouth felt wonderful on his preteen boyhood and Chris
began to writhe about on the bed and thrusting his hips to
increase the penetration into the other boy's mouth.

"Oh god Sam, keep going," he moaned more loudly than he
intended. Without thinking he reached down and held Sam's head
firmly in his hands and began thrusting into the younger boy's
mouth. Chris couldn't believe how excited he was and how great
it felt. Somehow the strange dream had made him want to cum
more than ever before.

Just then the door to Chris's bedroom opened and there stood
both Karen and Lisa. The two young girls stood and stared open
mouthed at the scene being played out on the bed right in front of
them.

Only Lisa broke the girls' stunned silence. "Chris what are you
doing to Sam?" the innocent nine year old asked her brother.

Chris turned his head to stare in surprise at his sisters who had
walked in him just as he was about to cum. He tried to say
something but couldn't find the words, he was just too close to
climax. And now he could feel that Sam was pulling his head
away, threatening to deny him his needed cum. But Chris held
tightly onto two handfulls of Sam's hair and held his friend's face
pressed firmly between his spread legs and kept pumping his cock
into the boy's mouth.

Sam tried to protest but the boycock forced into his mouth
muffled his cries. "Mmmmmfff!" was all he could manage.

At last Chris felt his penis pulse with an enormous preteen
orgasm. As his light frame shuddered uncontrollably in sexual
release, Chris arched his back and moaned, "Ohhhh god!
Ahhhhhh!" Then at last he let go of Sam's hair and the boy could
pull his head away to reveal Chris still pulsating penis to the girls'
avid gaze. Like a three inch flag pole pointing straight up at the
ceiling as it jerked in the last waves of orgasm.

"My god Chris what was Sam doing to your thing?" Karen
finally asked as the two boys lay naked and exhausted on the bed.

The boys looked at each other, they both knew there was no
point in lying now.

"Sam was sucking it for me," Chris said trying to sound cool.

"Why do you want him to suck it?" Lisa asked.

"Because it feels better than when you do it with your hand,"
Chris answered. "And because it feels a bit like being in a girl's
pussy," he added without thinking.

"You mean like when you put it in Karen's pussy?" the nine
year old continued.

Karen gasped at their secret being spoken out loud, "Lisa no!"

But before she could get more upset Chris said, "It's Okay
Karen, Sam already knows!"

"You told him!!??" Karen squealed in horror.

"He has to know," Chris continued. "Because now he's in just
as deep trouble as us."

"Trouble?" Sam spoke for the first time, his hands going to his
still hard cock to hide it from the girls' eyes. "What trouble?"

Chris then told him about the emails from the mysterious
Smegel, the photos, and how they had to do whatever anyone
says if the use his name. And if any of them disobeyed they would
be punished.

"What kind of punishment?" Sam asked.

"We don't know," Chris answered. "But Karen will find out
tomorrow night because she disobeyed when Ashley told her to
go to a pool party."

"Shit!" was all Sam could say. "What if all our friends see
those pictures?" his added as the full weight of the situation they
were all in slowly dawned on him.

The four were silent for a few moments until Karen said, "You
boys better get dressed for school or you'll be late." Then both
girls left. Lisa backed out of the room never taking her eyes off
Sam's hands as they covered his preteen erection.

When the girls had gone and the door was again closed Sam
asked, "What were you dreaming about before you woke up?
You made so much noise the girls came in to see what was
happening."

Chris blushed, "It's all your fault really."

"My fault? What do you mean?"

"You talked about being tied up in public, in the shopping mall.
And that's what happened in my dream."

"Really!" Sam said. "Tell me about it."

"Sure, but we better get dressed for school first."


End of part 8
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