Date: 29 Sep 1999 06:51:05 -0700
From: dctopman@members.gayweb.com
Subject: Barefoot Boy--Chapter 7

			       Barefoot Boy

			  Chapter 7 - The Lesson

Two men who had each slipped a hand under my armpits were dragging me naked
across my apartment. The tops of my feet were the only thing making contact
as they scuffed along first the smooth living room floor and then across
carpet as we entered my bedroom. Both men abruptly dropped me. My head
banged against the carpet with a thud.

"Get those two thick phone books," one of them said.

I could hear as someone dropped the heavy telephone directories next to my
head. I was scared! What were they going to do to me?

"Get him up on his feet," the same voice ordered.

Hands were once again slipped under each armpit and I was lifted until I
was standing, with ankles tightly bound.

"Move him over against the bathroom door."

I could hear noises coming from other rooms of my apartment. They were
obviously rummaging around, looking for who knows what. I had no idea how
many were around me or in my apartment but heard several distinctively
different voices. Standing with my nose pressed against my bathroom door
now, the tile floor felt cool beneath my bare soles. I could feel sweat
dripping down the small of my back.

"Tie them tight," the same voice commanded.

Just about that time, I felt fingers wrap around my ball sack and then both
balls were forced toward the floor as my sack was stretched. The person
doing the stretching then used both hands to grip them tightly and stretch
them toward my knees. I moaned as the pain reached my brain.

"Wrap it around and around several times." It was the same voice. He must
be the leader I thought.

Another set of hands began wrapping what felt like cord around and around
my sack above the hands stretching my balls down. Several knots were then
tied and pulled very tightly. It hurt like hell! The hands stretching my
balls let go. Immediately my balls drew back up toward my body. I could
feel the tight cord. It had obviously been wrapped around and around my
sack several times.

"Ok, throw the other end up over the door and down the other side. Bring
those books over here."

Both large telephone directories were dropped near my feet at the base of
the bathroom door.

"Straighten them out. Put one on top of the other."

Hands held me against the door tightly as the directories were positioned
near my feet. The tape binding my ankles was cut and ripped, hair and all,
from my shins.

"Ok fag, step up on the books"

I resisted and tried to pull away from the door. Several more hands now
pressed hard against my back forcing me hard up against the door.

"I'm not going to tell you again, fag boy."

I lifted one foot and could feel the edges of the very thick phone books
with the tips of my toes. The two books stacked one on top of the other
made the step up about 8 or 9 inches. I lifted my other foot up and now
stood precariously atop the thick books.

"That's a good boy," the leader said.

"OK, pull the cord tight and tie it to the doorknob on the other side of
the door."

Finally another voice laughingly said, "Man, this is going to fucking
hurt."

There was laughter as I could tell several others must have now been
watching from my bedroom.

"Shut the fuck up everybody," the leader said angrily.

The cord was pulled tight and stretched my balls up toward the ceiling. I
panicked! They were going to hang me by just my balls. My thick cock hung
limply down as my balls were stretched tighter and tighter. I immediately
went up on my tiptoes to try to ease the pain and struggled against my
bounds.

"Man, look at those dudes stretch," a different voice said. More laughter
came from my bedroom. There had to be at least 7 or 8 guys there I figured.

Whoever had been doing the tying was now finished and, even though I
couldn't see, I could feel everybody stepping back away from me. All except
one. The leader sat on the commode next to me. I could hear him sucking on
a cigarette.

I struggled again but there was no way. My wrists were taped tightly behind
my back and my balls were stretched to the max. Sweat dripped down my body.

"Now, you and me are going to have a little conversation." It was the one
sitting on the toilet next to me. He was obviously the boss.

"I don't know what kind of a fucking thing you got going on with our boy
but it stops now!"

He reached over and pulled hard on the cord tied to the doorknob. Pain
raced up my spine and attacked my brain. I thought I would pass out.

"I don't want you to touch him. I don't want you to talk to him. I don't
want you to even look at him."

He pulled again on the cord stretching my sack to the point of rupturing
the balls within. Never have I ever felt such pain. I danced around on
tiptoes atop the phone directories. Sweat was rolling down my body now.

"This is the only fucking warning you are going to get. Next time we won't
just stretch them. Next time we will cut them off and feed them you."

I could hear him standing up. He moved very close to me now bringing his
lips right next to my ear.

"Do you understand me?" he whispered.

I shook my head up and down quickly. All I wanted was to be cut down. The
pain was excruciating.

"Good fag," he said stepping back away from me. He slapped my bare ass hard
with his open hand. The others laughed.

Suddenly the phone books were yanked out from under my toes. As my toes
reached the floor, my balls were stretched another several inches! The pain
felt like fire slowly eating at my flesh.

In a blind haze I heard the leader say, "Lets get the fuck out of here."

I danced on tiptoes trying to alleviate the incredible pain. My entire body
shuddered as I struggled vainly to pull my wrists free. What was I going to
do? They were leaving me like this. I begged but my gag prevented any
intelligible sounds. I was breathing rapidly now through my nose. Oh god,
what was I going to do? I heard my apartment door close. They were gone. Oh
god, what am I going to do? Why didn't I listen to Dale? He warned me but I
was too bullheaded to listen to him.  The pain felt like fire--a burning
sensation that seemed to grow with each passing second.  I could feel
droplets of sweat running down my back.  My left cheek was pressed firmly
against the door.  I tried to point my toes even more to take some of the
excruciating pain away but my calves and legs were already tiring.

				 * * * * *

I came to just as the knife cut through the cord that was stretching my
balls.  The pain was worse than before as blood suddenly began circulating
through the tortured flesh.  I moaned loudly but the gag prevented any real
sound.  Arms cradled me as I slumped slowly to the cold tile floor of my
bathroom.  My vision was still blurred--like a fog.  I heard a voice but
the voice came not from in the room but from far away.

The next thing I knew I was laying on the sofa in my living room.  A cold
washcloth was draped across my forehead.  I reached up to touch it but
stopped as soon as my arm had moved an inch.  Every muscle in my body
ached.  It felt like I had been in a car wreck.

"How are you feeling?"

It was Dale.  He moved now to the side of the sofa and looked down at me.

"You're a lucky guy."

I just stared up at him still trying to focus my eyes.

"I don't feel lucky," is all I could get out.  My tongue felt swollen in my
mouth.  I felt like I had been beat up but I knew better.

"I have no idea how long you hung there like that.  It’s a good thing
you gave me that extra key to hold."

I tried to turn to my side.  I was tired of lying on my back.  As I tried
to turn, every muscle in my body screamed out at me to lay still.  I did.
I was still naked.  My cock lay limply across one thigh.  I looked up at
Dale.  He was staring right at my cock.

"Are you going to listen to me now?  Are you going to leave that damn kid
alone?"

"Yeah--yeah--yeah… You were right.  I was wrong."  I was so incredibly
weak.  "What time is it anyway?" I asked.

"It's like almost noon.  I cut you down around 7 this morning.  I was
afraid something like this might happen.  You're lucky.  It could have been
much worse."

I looked up at him again.  He was staring at my cock again.  What was going
on here?  Dale is a married dude.  A straight married dude.  Our eyes
suddenly met.  He realized I had caught him looking at my crotch.

"How do those balls feel?"

I reached down and touched them.  They were still numb but sore as hell.

"I guess alright.  Man, I have never felt pain like that before.  Who were
those guys?"

"What guys?" Dale asked.

"What do you mean what guys?  The guys that did this to me."

"When I got here you were all alone.  I didn't see anybody.  But, I can
guess who did it and I think you can to."

"The guys in the laundry room?" I asked.

"Those gang guys your little friend likes to hang out with.  What happened
to the kid anyway?"

"I haven't seen him," I said.

"Well, if you know what's good for you you'll keep on not seeing him." Dale
cautioned.

I began to sit up.  Every muscle ached but I needed to get my head
straight.  Dale offered a hand.  I took it and pulled myself up into a
sitting position.  Just changing my position caused my balls to hurt
terribly.  I groaned loudly.

"You'd better take it easy.  Maybe you should go see a doc.  There may be
some real damage."

I cringed at the thought of having to actually seek medical assistance.
What could I say happened to me?  Maybe it was time though.  Maybe I should
call the police and report the whole affair.  But if I did that, would the
fact that I had fucked a minor come back to haunt me.  God, how did I get
myself into this mess?

"No, I'll wait and see.  I'll really don't want to go to a doctor."

I tried to stand.  Even my feet hurt.  I honestly felt like I had been run
over by a freight train.  I began walking to the bathroom to get a drink of
water.  As I entered, there hanging from the bathroom door was the white
cord Dale had cut when he rescued me.  On the floor were the two thick
phone books that had been yanked out from under my toes.  I stared for a
second then moved toward the sink.

"Are you going to be OK, man?" Dale asked.

I finished swallowing the water from the glass.  "Yeah Dale, I'll be OK
now.  Thanks!"

"Just do I say, don't see that kid anymore.  Your life has been fucked up
since you met him."

"Yeah man, you're right."

"I mean I realize he must be a great piece of ass.  But he's not worth
this, buddy."

I was a little taken back by Dale's veiled accusation.

"What are you talking about, Dale?"

Dale paused and walked nervously across the room toward my front door.
"Come on, man.  You mean to tell me you're gay and you're not getting any
of that?"

"He's a kid, Dale," I said as I once again flopped painfully down on my
sofa.

Dale walked back and stood in front of where I was sitting.

"Are you telling me you've never touched the kid?" he asked.

I paused and looked up at him.  He knew.  To continue to deny it now would
make me look totally stupid.  I didn't answer.

I looked straight ahead at his crotch.  There it was.  The unmistakable
outlines of a semi hard cock sticking awkwardly down one leg of his very
tight jeans.  Was the thought of me doing the kid turning Dale on?

"Yeah, I have messed around with him some," I said looking up into Dale's
face.

"I figured as much.  I mean what with you being gay and him walking around
here half naked all the time."

Dale paused.  He turned and sat down next to me.

Patting my leg with his hand he said, "The kid has got an incredible ass.
No doubt about it"

"It doesn't disgust you that I made it with him?"

"Why should it disgust me?  I got to confess to you, Mike.  The kid got
under my skin too."

I just stared into Dale's eyes.  Suddenly, I was seeing a whole different
side of him.

"Would you ever do him, Dale?"

"I don't know, man.  I probably would if the right opportunity presented
itself."

"What do you mean?"

"I wouldn't want to have to pay," Dale said.

"Pay?" I asked.

"Yep.  Pay."

I was totally shocked and didn't know what to say.

"I've been trying to tell you, man.  The kid is a professional.  I can't
believe he hasn't propositioned you" Dale said.

I just stared straight-ahead trying to figure out what Dale was telling me.

"Listen to me.  Wanda was away.  Our marriage hadn't been going too well.
I was horny as hell.  I went looking for pussy."

"Yeah, but how did you hook up with Stevie?  I mean did you just walk up
and asked him?"

"No, he asked me."

I took a deep breath.  I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Jesus, you mean the kid is really a prostitute?"

Dale was now rubbing his hand up and down my thigh.

"Yeah, I'm afraid so.  I tried to warn you."

"But, you didn't make it with him?"

"The kid?  No, I was too afraid I'd get caught.  He sure looked good to me
that day though.  Like I said, I was horny.

"I never knew you were into guys that much."

I told you I had a few encounters with guys.  I've always liked it."

His hand now moved to my soft cock that lay on top of my thigh.  He lifted
it and began caressing it.  I looked first down at my cock and then at
Dale.  I was in shock.  It never really dawned on me that Dale might be bi.
Dale was staring directly at my cock which was now hardening in his hand.
I instinctively spread my legs wider apart to give him better access.  As I
did my still very swollen balls dropped painfully between my legs.  I
groaned softly.

"You've got a really beautiful cock, Mike."

Despite the pain, my cock continued to harden and lengthen as Dale
continued to massage it gently with his fingers.  I lay my head back
against the back of the sofa and closed my eyes.  It felt good.

Dale now slid off the sofa and onto the floor.  Never letting go of my
cock, he maneuvered himself between my legs.  I inhaled slowly as his hot,
wet lips wrapped themselves around my now rock hard cock.  He carefully
avoided my balls, knowing that any manipulation of them would be very
painful.

"I've wanted to do this since the first time I met you," Dale said as his
tongue danced around the head of my cock.


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