Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2006 22:02:04 -0600
From: H. Rick Cantwell <zestful@myexcel.com>
Subject: Rascal 26

Rascal Part Twenty-Six
Snow Games and Slave Play

	"Merry Christmas," Kevin said as he stomped the snow off his
boots just outside the cabin door.  "Sorry I couldn't be here yesterday
but all that pussy in one room just gives me the willies."  I heard
more feet stomping but couldn't see who it was until Kevin stepped
inside.
	"Hi, Coach," I said.  "Hi, Roger, glad you could make it."
Turning to make eye contact and addressing the others, I said, "Roger
is Zack's friend from the library who also works at the field house on
game nights."
	"Welcome, Roger," most of the guys shouted.
	After Coach, Zack and Roger moved aside, Rover stepped inside.
	"Dad," Brad said in a tone that was meant only to acknowledge his
presence.
	Jeremy nodded at Rover.
	"Since Rover's gonna be with us for a while, you think we ought
to know his name?" Jamie asked.  As a salesclerk at the pharmacy, he
liked to call customers by name.
	Before Brad or Jeremy could say anything about his real name
being Vinny, Kevin said, "He doesn't have a name.  I stripped him of
his name like he stripped these kids of any kind of a normal childhood.
But I have to refer to him from time to time so I use 'Rover'."
	"Rover's a name, It's a dog's name, anyway," Zack said, not
aware of Rover's true status within the group.
	"I refer to him as Rover, the same way I refer to that as a
toilet," Kevin said, pointing at the bathroom.
	Coach smiled, "There's hope for this weekend yet."
	"Hey, Zack," Ryan shouted gleefully at the one kid who was about
the same height as him.  Come here.  I wanna show you something."
	"I saw enough of that tired ol' thing when you were up in the
hospital," Zack said.
	"And the operative word in that sentence is 'up'," Ryan said,
hobbling on his walking cast toward the back door.  "But really, take
a look at this!"  He flung the door open and Zack ran through the
cabin to look.
	"Wow!  Is that yours?"
	"Yep!"
	"Awesome!"  Then in a whisper that probably only Ryan and I
heard, Zack said, "That's a Buick!"
	"So?"
	"Buicks are geezermobiles!"
	"I don't give a shit!  It's mine."
	Jumping up and down gleefully and back in his normal voice, Zack
said, "Now we can drive up to Lover's Lane and fuck like bunnies."
	"Not for five more months," Ryan said, closing the door against
the chill.  "I still need an adult in the car and you know how adults
are.  They frown on kids having any fun."  Then turning to Lyle, he
said, "Your the best daddy in the whole, wide world."
	"Nuh uh," Zack said.  "Mine is, at least now that he knows about
me and he doesn't mind."
	"You mean he loves you, anyway?" Ryan asked in a tone that
implied it was highly unlikely.
	"Anyway he can, as often as he can," Zack said smugly.
	"No way!"  Turning to look at Coach, Ryan said accusingly, "You
told me you'd NEVER do it with a kid my age again.  You said, it was
too ... scary ... getting caught and all."
	"Let's just say, you showed me the errors in my thinking," Coach
said.  "And thanks, by the way."  Then, affectionately, he hugged Zack.
	Looking around the room at all the guys, Coach said, "Fuck, when
Lyle asked me up here, I thought this was gonna be some fruity, foo-
foo, girly weekend."
	"Actually, it's gonna be a little bit of both." I said.
	"But the girls are gone now," Ryan said.  "It's just us guys,
right?"
	"Sorta," I said.  "But before we get around to that, we're all
going outside for some target practice.  Don't want to lose the
light."
	"Everybody bundle up, we're gonna be out there a while.  Since
you newcomers are still dressed, why don't you wait outside.  Don't
want you to get overheated.  We'll meet you out back by the
flagpole."
	Brad asked, "Do Jeremy and I have to go?  I'm not real big on
playing games with my dad."
	"The games WE'VE got planned you'll enjoy," I said.
	A gleam sparkled in Brad's eye.  "Like after the tent sale?" He
asked.
	As I helped Ryan into his snowsuit, I said, "Winter-style."
	"Awh fuck.  I didn't bring my hockey stick."
	"Won't need it.  Besides, the ice isn't thick enough."
	"I'll stay here," Jeremy said seriously.  "Somebody's got to
watch the fire."
	"It'll be fine," Lyle said.
	"Really," Jeremy said.  "It's okay, I'll stay in.  Besides, it's
probably gonna be a lot of gay stuff goin' on and ... well, I'm not
real comfortable with it yet.  Last night was enough to last me a
lifetime."
	"I had Kevin bring your dad up here hoping he'd be able to break
that hold he had on you ... the one that kept you from being intimate
with Juanita."
	"Well, we've got that worked out, now," Jeremy said, still in
that serious tone.  Then more sprightly, he said, "Boy, have we got
that worked out!"  Then he blushed, realizing he was acting like a
newly deflowered male virgin.
	"I still think you should come outside.  You need to work out
your frustrations and the aggravation you harbor against him.
Otherwise, you'll never fully heal."
	"I just don't want to do anything that will ... humiliate him.  I
hate him but he doesn't deserve to be ..."
	"Just come on outside, okay?  Your dad has done all he can do to
help you two understand what happened with your mom and all.  Now he'd
like to help you understand what HE'S all about--good AND bad.  I'll
make a deal with you. Any time you want to come in, you can.  But for
the most part, we're just gonna be having some good clean fun."
	"Please," Ryan pleaded.  "If you don't come outside with us, I'll
never let you kiss me again."
	Jeremy smiled.  "That only works with my girlfriend, stud."
	"C'mon," Tyler whined.  "Come with us."
	"Oh, okay.  But only because I know I'll never be able to live
without Ryan's kisses," Jeremy said with a half-smile, like he still
didn't feel comfortable doing things with his dad--and/or gays.
	When we got outside, Kevin and Coach were packing down the snow
around the flagpole.  Zack and Rover were making snowballs and piling
them into neat pyramids, like those cannonballs you see stacked on
county courthouse lawns.
	"Okay, everyone," Ryan whined, "I can't run as fast as you guys."
	"So?" Lyle asked.
	"Well, you guys can dodge 'em easier than I can."
	"We're not playing dodge ball.  This is target practice,
remember?"
	"So where's the target?" Zack asked.
	Everyone looked at Rover.
	"Actually, there's gonna be two.  One's stationary, one's
moving," Kevin said.
	"Tyler," I said, "I forgot some things.  Would you run inside and
get them?"
	"Sure, whatcha need?"
	"I need a cup of water--a big mug actually--and two BOWLS of
water.  You know the bowls we had the green beans in last night?  I'll
need two of those.  Can you do that?"
	"I think so.  Okay if I bring the bowls out one at a time?"
	"Sure," I said reassuringly in that 'good little boy' tone.
	As soon as he was inside, Kevin said, "Okay, here's the deal.
Dick tells me Tyler wants to become a cock slave."
	"That's true," Jason concurred.
	"And he wants Ryan to be one of his masters."
	"I'm not gonna like this, am I?" Jeremy asked.
	"It's not about you," Brad said.  "Please, lighten up, will you?
I know I don't have any right asking you for anything, but after what
happened last night, I think you owe ... well, let's not go there."
	"Let's focus, everyone," Lyle said.  "We don't have much time
before he gets back.  Uh ... oh yeah, we're all gonna put him through
his paces."  Then, turning to Jeremy, he said, "And it's all good clean
fun.  It's something he wants to try on for size.  If he decides he
doesn't like it ... well, it's not like it's forever."
	Tyler returned with a mug of water.  "You didn't say hot or cold
so I brought hot."
	"Good boy."
	"I figured if you wanted it cold, you could put some snow in it."
	"Good thinking," I said, "the bowls should be hot, too, but not
so hot that you burn yourself."
	"Okay," Tyler said before he raced back inside.
	"Rover will be the stationary target at the flagpole.  Tyler will
run back and forth in front of him, trying to avoid your snowballs.
How does that sound?"
	"Fine," everyone said agreeably.
	"Ryan can stand in one place ... the rest of you can move around
if you want."
	"All right!" Ryan said.  "Hey, Jeremy, this'll help keep your
throwing arm in shape for football."
	"Except you throw a football differently than a snowball."
	"Yeah, I know," Ryan whined and giggled at the same time, "I
throw like a girl, but at least I try."
	"You ARE a girl," Jamie said.
	"Who's a girl?" Tyler asked, carefully walking the first bowl of
water over, trying not to slosh it.
	"You're a girl," Zack said, playfully, pretending to be like the
older boys.
	"Only some of the time," Tyler said good-naturedly in a cute
girlish voice.  Then in a deeper voice--as deep as a fourteen-year-old
could get, he said, "Unless I'm toppin' the guy."
	"Get your ass inside and get me that other bowl," I said,
swatting his snowsuit-covered butt.
	"How are we coming with those snowballs?" Kevin asked.
	"Okay," Jamie said.  "How come we don't make 'em as we need 'em?"
	"We won't want to be out here too long once we get started."
	"How come?" Zack asked.
	"You'll find out," Lyle said.
	"Rover, could I get you to sprinkle about two dozen of those
snowballs with water?  Just enough to get a light icy covering."
	Rolling his eyes, Rover said, "I know exactly what you want."
He removed his mittens and began making ice balls out of the
snowballs.  Using the palms of his hands, he smoothed water over them,
creating frozen bullets the size of baseballs.
	"Now what can I do?" Tyler asked as he brought the second bowl
out.
	"Put that right here, next to the other one, and strip."
	"What?"
	"Cock slave!" I yelled.  "Strip!"
	"Yes sir," Tyler said half-surprised, half-excited, but stripping
nonetheless.
	"Rover, strip!" Kevin ordered.
	They had to remove their boots to get their pants off but after
they stood naked in the snow for a minute, I said, "Put your boots on."
	"Rover, bring the cup," Kevin said, leading Rover over to the
flagpole.  "Wet the fingers of your right hand and touch the pole--
above your head."
	Rover's fingertips stuck to the frozen pipe immediately.
	"Use your left hand to jack off. I want some pre-cum, pronto."
	It only took about twenty strokes and we could see a jewel
glisten on his cock head.
	"Go ahead." Kevin said.
	Rover leaned in and touched his piss slit to the pipe.
	"Oh, fuck!" Coach said.  "This guy's insane."
	"Vindictive, but not insane," I said.
	"Now the tongue," Kevin said.
	Rover used the flat of his tongue instead of the tip so he was
firmly stuck to the pipe in three places.
	"Now, dip your balls in the cup and soak them real good."
	With his tongue stuck to the flagpole, Rover couldn't look down
at the cup so he had to blindly guess at where his balls were in
relationship to the cup in his left hand.
	"Dad's fuckin' crazy," Jeremy said to Brad.  "He's certifiably
crazy."
	"On the contrary," I said.
	"Whaddya mean?" Brad asked, knowing Kevin pretty much ran every
aspect of Rover's life.
	"Your dad volunteered for this."
	"Why?" Brad asked.
	"No way!" Jeremy said.
	"He's trying to make amends for what he did to you two.  Not the
physical stuff--the emotional stuff."
	"That's just bullshit!" Brad fumed.  "Having snowballs thrown at
you doesn't make up for ten years of not seeing your brother or not
having a real family.  Jesus, that's over half HIS life," he said,
thrusting a thumb at Jeremy.
	"Rover, they don't believe me."
	Kevin took the cup away from Rover's balls.  "Rover, are you
doing this willingly?"
	Rover, using his left hand, gave us a thumb-up gesture.
	"Did you BEG me to let you do this?"
	Another thumb-up.
	"Did you help devise these tortures?"
	Again, a thumb-up.
	Hearing Tyler's teeth begin to chatter, I said, "Let's get
started before Tyler freezes to death."
	Lyle said, "Tyler, you're gonna be a moving target.  Run back and
forth as fast as you can between that pine tree over there, and the
boat dock."
	"All right!" Tyler shouted gleefully.
	"Okay, boys, fire at will," Kevin shouted.
	Brad immediately lobbed one at his dad.  It hit him squarely on
the hipbone but Rover knew he couldn't flinch or he'd rip flesh off his
fingertips, tongue or piss slit.
	I knew, too, that Rover had to maintain his erection or his cock
would shrink so short his balls would stick to the pipe.  When you
think about it, fingertips aren't as tender as tongue tissue, which
isn't as tender as penis tissue.  But ball skin is tissue paper thin.
When frozen, it would peel off way too easily if it got stuck to the
pipe.
	A volley of snowballs followed Tyler, several of which hit him on
the back, buttocks and thigh.  On the way back, his chest, belly and
crotch got the brunt of it.  Jamie, Zack, and Jason concentrated on
bombarding Tyler.  Lyle, Brad, and Coach directed most of theirs at
Rover, just so Tyler didn't feel picked on, totally.  Tyler was
giggling and cavorting about like he was chasing butterflies through a
meadow, oblivious to the cold.  He never once tried to deflect any of
the icy missiles, even when they threatened his manhood.  I was glad to
see Jeremy getting into the fun, in spite of himself, laughing right
along with Tyler.
	"Get it hard," I shouted.
	It only took two passes between the pines and the dock and Tyler
was fully erect.  Since his concentration was more on getting hard and
less on dodging the snowballs, we all got in some pretty good shots.
Pink spots began to erupt all over his body where the snowballs had
made contact and the blood was rushing there to repair any presumed
damage.
	I whispered to Ryan, hoping Jeremy wouldn't hear, "Aim at Rover's
crotch.  Try and rip his cock off the pipe."
	"Ouch," Ryan said with a wicked smile.
	Looking around, I saw Jamie, Zack, Brad and Jeremy were running
around, chasing after Tyler, trying to make better contact with his
hard-on.  They cradled a half-dozen snowballs in the crooks of their
arms.
	Every once in a while, Brad would throw one at his dad from close
range.  Left nipple, left kneecap, ankle, all those places that would
hurt.
	It had only been about five minutes but I could see Tyler was
getting winded.  "Cease fire!"  I also didn't want Tyler to get sick by
getting overheated, so I called out, "Tyler, make a snow angel for me."
	Without hesitation, Tyler flopped back into some un-trodden snow
and fanned his arms and legs.
	"Lie there till you cool down, then get up."  He was learning to
listen to the tone of my voice to determine when I was playing the part
of master and when I was being me, so he knew how and when to respond
properly.
	The snow was just deep enough and Tyler's balls, dangling down
between his thighs were just heavy enough to draw Tyler's erection up
from his belly to stand upright, so that all you saw of him was the tip
of his dick.
	I went over to where Rover was 'tied' to the post and saw a
trickle of blood oozing from his piss slit where the skin had torn a
little.  "A little damage but nothing major.  Can you hold out a few
more minutes?"
	He used his thumb-up signal.
	"Good."
	Walking back to the boys, I said, "Okay, first one to get a
direct hit on Rover's cock gets a prize."
	"All Right!" Ryan said.
	"But you've got to use the ice balls."
	"Bold!" Zack yelled.
	Lucky for Rover, everyone's aim was terrible or their arms were
tired, so his dick was saved from some sudden and severe tissue
separation.
	"Hey, Coach, I thought you'd have a better aim than that," Brad
taunted.
	"You know what they say," Ryan said.  "Those who can, do.  Those
who can't, coach."
	"Hey, my dad is a GREAT ..." Zack started to defend, then he
snickered and said, "... coach."
	Everyone laughed at how well young Zack was fitting in with our
pan-generational group of deviants.
	"Okay, Tyler, get over here," I said.
	As he scampered over, I saw he was a little blue around the lips
but his teeth weren't chattering.
	"Do some jumping jacks, okay?" I said.
	Brad must have seen Tyler look at me quizzically because he said,
"Here, I'll show you," and started to demonstrate.
	I took the cup of water we had used to soak Rover's balls and
slowly poured the water over his tongue.  It wasn't still warm but it
hadn't frozen either, so eventually the tongue came loose--all in one
piece.
	"I'm all out of water.  Can you pee?"
	Thick-tongued, Rover said, "Ath thoon ath my hard-on goeth down
a little."
	"Good man."
	"Tyler, go fetch me another cup of water."
	"Yes sir," Tyler said rushing over to get the mug.  "Warm?"
	"Yes, please.  You doing okay?"
	"Uh, huh."
	"Angel wings?"
	"Angel wings," he said honestly.
	"Okay, hurry up," I said, swatting him on his half-frozen ass.
"We can't stay out here much longer."
	After he returned, I poured the warm water over Rover's fingers
until they came loose.  At about the same time, he started peeing and
his dick broke loose soon thereafter.
	"Okay, you two, time for some pushups.  Assume the position."
	Rover and Tyler dropped into the push-up position.  I placed the
bowls of water under their dicks and told them to 'give me twenty.'  As
they lowered themselves, their dicks dipped into the cool water.
Tyler's hard-on and Rover's flaccid cock soon got a thin sheet of ice
covering them.
	"One last chore, Rover," I said.
	"What's that, sir?"
	"Go jump in a lake."
	Without question, Rover turned, ran to the lakeshore and
cannonballed through the thin sheet of ice covering it.  Dripping with
water, Rover stood up and waited until I called him back out of the
lake.  One of his boots got stuck in the mud.
	"Take 'em both off and come inside."
	As Rover followed us in, I saw snow was sticking to his feet as
the water froze and they became snow magnets, forming even more ice.
	"Everyone inside," I ordered.
	Once inside, Kevin said, "Everybody strip.  I want Rover flat on
his back on the table.  Somebody start making body contact with Tyler
until he's warmed up--one in front, one in back.  Hug him, hold him,
rub him, whatever it takes to get his body temperature back to normal."
	"I'll rub this," Zack said, grabbing Tyler's crank.
	"I'm afraid that will probably need something warm and moist to
thaw it out," I said.
	"Oh yeah," Zack said enthusiastically, dropping to his knees to
suck Tyler.  "A cockcicle!"
	"And his balls, too," Coach said.
	"I'll take the back," Jamie said.
	"Can he fuck me?" Tyler asked.  "That would warm me up real
fast."
	"Okay," I said.
	Kevin said, "The rest of you rub whoever and whatever you need to
so you can warm up, too.  Everyone will have to take turns warming
Tyler up."
	"Can I suck Kevin?" Tyler asked.  I've never sucked HIM before
and it's the least I can do after this awesome afternoon."
	I jerked my head for Kevin to get over there.
	"Later.  I've got to watch after Rover's recovery.  Roger, why
don't you do the honors."
	"My pleasure, if Tyler doesn't mind."
	"Tyler, suck Roger," I ordered, putting an end to the discussion.
	Tyler smiled wickedly like he loved being ordered around.
	"Jason, have you ever seen such a slut?" I asked.
	Everyone looked at Ryan instead of Tyler at the mention of the
word 'slut.'
	"Hey guys.  I'm not a slut.  I'm ... I'm ... okay, I'm a slut but
this slut's gotta sit down."
	After Ryan got comfortable in the lounge chair, Jamie asked,
pointing to Rover, "What about him?"
	"He's got to lie there and thaw out slowly," Kevin said.
	"How come?"
	"Eventually, the numbness from the cold will go away and he'll
feel himself warming up.  Then, the really cold parts--his nose,
fingertips, toes, dick and balls--will all start burning.  It'll feel
like we've got a candle under them.  It's very painful, really."
	"Not half-painful enough, if you ask me," Brad said.
	Brad apparently was still holding a grudge even after Rover took
them to see their mom.  I wondered if I needed to have a talk with him
about cutting his dad some slack.
	"Startin' to burn a little?" Kevin asked.
	"Whew, yeah.  Awh fuck!"
	"The dick head?"
	"Yeah."
	Kevin pinched each of Rover's toes.
	That's when I realized that Kevin had pinched Rover's dick head
earlier just to get the blood flowing to it.  Now it was going to
divert to his toes.  We all watched for a few minutes before we saw
Rover wriggle his toes before he grimaced again--only worse.
	"Let's go for the balls next."
	"Yes sir," Rover said as Kevin performed a half-dozen pinches on
Rover's scrotum.
	"You guys better change places," I said to Jamie, Zack and Roger.
	With a look of disgust after seeing saliva dripping off Tyler's
cock, Jeremy said, "I'll take his back."
	"Careful, Jeremy," Jamie said as he slid out of Tyler's ass and
away from his back.  "The first touch is cold."
	"Like an ice maiden," Zack agreed.
	"That's for sure," Roger said, pulling out of Tyler's mouth.
"I've got all this fur down here but I can tell you, even his nose is
cold."
	"If you get hard, will you fuck me?" Tyler asked Jeremy.
	"If I get hard, it'll be a miracle," Jeremy said.
	"Especially after last night.  Twice in twenty minutes," Brad
said, proud of his brother's accomplishment.
	"Once in the first ten seconds," Ryan said, "but he couldn't
help it.  He was thinkin' of me."
	"My favorite little pervert," Jeremy said with a smile.
	"I'll take the front," Brad said, "if you don't mind."
	"Hell no.  I'd love to be the ham in a Wheatly brothers
sandwich."
	Brad said to Jeremy, "Wrap your arms around him, then I'll cover
whatever area that's left."
	I noticed Brad's arms were snuggled right under Jeremy's in an
attempt to get at least a little--although covert--physical contact
with his brother.
	"Boy, do I feel like a fifth wheel," Ryan said--alone in his
chair.
	"You!" Jeremy said, "I'm the only straight one here."
	"What the hell are you talkin' about?" Coach said gruffly.  "I'm
straight."
	"Yeah!" Zack said belligerently.  Then snickering, "... straight
up my butthole every chance you get ... now that you know how much I
love it."
	Jamie laughed.  Then seriously, he said, "I wouldn't mind having
some of that up MY butt hole, either.  Or is it just reserved for
family?"
	"I've wanted to be fucked by Coach ever since I got on the team,"
Brad said.  "It's funny.  When I was eleven, I hated it--gettin' butt-
fucked, but once I met Coach, all that changed.  I'd go to sleep at
night and I'd have nightmares about Dad raping me.  I found the only
thing that calmed me down was thinking about Coach fuckin' me--gently,
lovingly, for having made a touchdown or doing something right.  Not
like Dad's brutal attacks for doing something wrong that I didn't even
know about."
	"Well, son," Coach said looking appreciatively at his beefy ex-
linebacker, "If I'd known you was interested when you was on the squad,
I might have obliged ya."
	I cringed at Coach misusing the word 'was' for 'were'--especially
being a teacher--but I didn't say anything.
	"As I recall," Coach added, "That's just about the time ... well,
let's just say, I started to learn all about this man-to-man stuff."
	"I'm still willing," Brad said.
	"Not this weekend," I said.  "This is Rascal's Christmas--belated
as it might be--and we're all here to see that he enjoys it."
	"So what's next?" Zack asked excitedly.  Apparently he enjoyed
being allowed to have fun with the older boys as well as the adults.
	"Tyler will do whatever Rascal decides.  Jason and I have been
training Tyler ever since Ryan went in the hospital and he's proven to
be a very willing and versatile slave."
	"You don't mean a REAL slave, right?" Zack asked.
	"Yes and no.  'Yes' in the sense that he has no right to refuse
but 'no,' he's still a free man."
	Tyler beamed with pride when I used the word 'man.'
	"But now we have to teach Ryan how to be a good master."
	"Don't you just order people around?" Jamie asked.
	"Not at all.  You have to learn the physical and mental
limitations of your slave.  You have to learn how to keep your own
desires in check until your slave is capable of enduring more."
	"You're not REALLY gonna torture the kid, are you?" Jeremy asked.
	"Stick around and decide for yourself," I said.
	"I can't stand around and watch Tyler get hurt--physically OR
emotionally."
	"All the more reason to stay.  I think you'll learn a few things."
	"You can be their conscience ... you know, make sure they don't
hurt me," Tyler said.  Tyler knew we wouldn't hurt him, so I think he
was just trying to get Jeremy to stay because 'I' wanted him to stay.
"Please," Tyler pleaded, turning around within the confines of Brad's
and Jeremy's embrace to face Jeremy.  Then he wrapped his arms around
Jeremy to keep him from pulling away and gently ground their groins
together.  "I want to show you something.  I want to prove something to
you."
	"What?" Jeremy asked, with a flick of his eyes down toward
Tyler's insistent crotch.
	"You'll see in a few minutes," Tyler said, coyly.  Then he broke
out of their embrace.  "All warm!"
	"Any Tingling?" Kevin asked.
	"On the inside--not like Rover."
	"Good." Kevin said, figuring Tyler was excited about the upcoming
events--not burning from frostbite.  "Rascal, where shall we start?"
	"One question.  I'm not gonna be left out of the sex by being the
one giving the orders, am I?"
	"I can't imagine you being left out of anything you wanted to be
included in," Lyle said.
	"Rover is here for demonstration purposes.  If there's something
you think you want Tyler to try that Jason or I don't think he can
handle, we'll practice on Rover first."
	"Uh, excuse me," Kevin said. "Since I'm here and I'm a Grand
Master, I think I should get the final say."
	"I think he's right," I said.  "Even if Rover can handle it,
Tyler might not be able to and Kevin would know better than anyone,
Tyler's limitations.
	"Agreed?" Kevin asked, looking first at Ryan and then Tyler.
	"Agreed," the two boys said.
	"So we should skip over stuff I know he can already do?" Ryan
asked.
	"Not necessarily.  You need to warm him up, stretch him out, ease
him into the more grueling workouts."
	"Oh, okay.  Kinda like our strength and flexibility workouts."
	"Exactly."
	"What if I don't want to do it?" Tyler asked.  "No, that not what
I mean.  What if I don't think I can do it?  Should I do it anyway?  I
guess what I'm trying to say is, can I talk, ask questions?"
	"Absolutely!"  Kevin said.  "Always question if you're not sure
what is expected of you."
	"Ask what some of the alternative ways to accomplish your task
might be," I added.
	"Also," Kevin said, "you should have a 'safe word.'  Have you
discussed this with him?"
	"No," I said.  "Everything we've done so far has been mind
control work."
	"Get hard, go soft and stuff like that?"
	"Yeah," Tyler acknowledged.
	"Okay.  Tyler," Kevin said, maintaining eye-to-eye contact with
Tyler.  "Think of a word you won't forget.  If things get too rough for
you, you can say your safe word and we'll quit."
	"Rascal," Tyler said with finality.
	"No, it can't be Rascal.  You'll be calling out his name when
you're excited or passionate or in pain, like 'Oh god, fuck me,
Rascal.'"
	"Oh, yeah, I didn't think about that.  Uh ..." Tyler thought for
a moment.  "Can it be two words?"
	"Like what?"
	Even before he said them, I knew Tyler would say, "Angel wings."
	"Okay everyone," Kevin said loudly, "Listen up!  The word 'angel'
or the phrase 'angel wings' is Tyler's safe word.  Got it?"
	Murmurs of assent rumbled through the room.
	With trepidation, Tyler asked, "What happens if they don't quit?"
	"Then they have to submit to an equally harsh punishment," Kevin
said, "without the benefit of being able to use their safe word."
	"Can I give my master suggestions?" Tyler asked eagerly, already
getting into the slave mentality.
	Kevin looked at me, I looked at Jason and Jason looked at Kevin.
Then Jason said, "Under the circumstances, I think he should be allowed
to.  I know they're friends but I imagine Ryan will want to be lenient
when Tyler will want him to be more aggressive."
	"Okay by me," Kevin and I said.
	Tyler knelt in front of Ryan, bowed his head and said, "Master,
might I respectfully request that you reward your guests for their
devotion to you by offering them my butt?"
	I watched his eyes as Ryan surveyed the room.  He got a
thoughtful look on his face and appeared to be counting as he scanned
the room, looking at each of his guests.
	I could almost hear his thoughts.  'Lyle, Kevin, Jason, Jamie,
Spunky, Coach, Zack, Roger, Brad and Jeremy. That's ten.  As his eyes
darted toward Rover and back to Jeremy, I figured he was thinking,
'Then there's Rover but he doesn't get to fuck my friends.  Of course,
Jeremy won't get involved either, so that's nine and I make ten.'
	"No, that won't be satisfactory," Ryan said like a spoiled royal
prince.
	"What!" Tyler whined.
	"You'll have to suck me while each one fucks you.  You cannot
touch yourself nor can you touch any of the others with any other part
of your body except you asshole, slave!"
	"All right!" Tyler screamed.  Then, remembering his status, he
bent his head and said, "Thank you, master, for allowing me to honor
your guests for you in such a personal way."
	"But before we do that," Ryan said, "Rover, go outside and get me
a hard-packed snowball."
	"Yes sir," Rover said, leaping off the table like the table was
on fire, to do Ryan's bidding.  Without regard for his own discomfort,
Rover walked out the back door, barefoot and calf-deep in snow to pack
a good-sized snowball.  When he returned, he knelt in front of Ryan,
bowed his head and without looking at Ryan's face, offered the
snowball to him.
	"Slave, put this on that erection until I tell you to remove it.
And don't let it go soft."
	"Thank you, sir.  You are too kind," Tyler said with honest
enthusiasm.  Holding the ball with both hands to keep it from falling
apart, Tyler impaled the snowball with his dick.
	I saw Kevin immediately look at the clock.
	I was going to tell Ryan about the time limitations for such
tasks as freezing or burning but I decided at the last moment, the
learning lesson would have more impact if we waited--maybe give Ryan a
little scare.
	While everyone watched for any change in expression from Tyler, I
kept tabs on Jeremy.  At first he looked like he was appalled by Ryan's
command but when Tyler achieved an angelic expression on his face after
impaling the snowball, Jeremy's attitude softened--if only a little.
	"Rover, I need an icicle." Ryan said.
	"Yes sir," Rover said, again racing naked outdoors to fulfill
Ryan's request.
	While he was gone, Tyler asked, "Why isn't Rover calling you
Master?"
	"Rover isn't Ryan's slave, so he doesn't have to call him
Master," I said.  "But because he IS a slave--by choice--he has to call
everyone else, sir--even you."
	"Oh."
	"Except in private.  If two or more slaves are in the same room
without any masters, they can be less formal," Kevin said.
	"Is there a master/slave handbook of protocol or something I can
read?" Tyler asked.
	With a chuckle I said, "There probably should be."
	"Except, every master wants HIS slave or slaves to play by HIS
rules, so I don't think a book would be of much help," Kevin said.
	"Besides," I said, "if there was something in writing, the slaves
would form a union and then where would the masters be?"
	Zack giggled, "With their hands tied behind their backs, like the
school board, huh, Pops?"
	Coach smiled.  "We TEACHERS think so but I'm pretty sure the
school board still has the upper hand."
	Rover returned with two icicles.  "I'm sorry, sir.  In my haste
to do your bidding, I forgot to ask which size."
	One was about fifteen inches long and about six inches around.
The other was maybe eight inches and two inches around.
	Ryan knocked the long pointy end off the smaller one and stabbed
the blunted point into Tylers navel.  "Gotta round it off so we can use
it for a dildo if you fuck up."
	Tyler's eyes got huge.
	"Spunky, can I talk to you in private?" Jeremy whispered to me.
	I looked around the room with an expression that revealed 'One
room, twelve guys, where would you suggest?'
	"Outside," Jeremy whispered as if reading my mind.
	"Will it take long?  It's pretty cold out."
	"I don't know."
	Turning to Lyle, I said, "Lyle, okay if I use the van for a few
minutes?"
	"It's okay with me.  Where you going?"
	"Jeremy and I want to go get some ice cream."
	"Chocolate," "Rocky Road," and "Moose Tracks," were three of the
ones I heard suggested.
	"You won't be gone long, will you?" Rascal asked.  "I've got
something special planned for Tyler."
	"I'm sure you can keep yourselves entertained until we get back,
but for now, you better get that snowball off his cock before it gets
frostbite and falls off."
	"Oh shit!" Ryan squealed.  "Really?  Take it off!"
	Tyler's cock was drained of all color, so Kevin commanded, "Ryan,
warm it up right now!"
	Ryan knew he was in "master training," so he pointed to his
mouth.  "In here, slave.  I don't want to lose my favorite little love
handle."
	"Thank you sir," Tyler said.  "I wouldn't want you to either ...
'cuz I know you'll be such a great master, you'll make me a slave to my
own cock."
	"Ummm mmmm," Ryan said, warming Tyler's cock in his mouth.
	I swatted Jeremy's ass playfully and said, "Get dressed.  You're
not goin' out lookin' like that."
	We slipped on jeans, T-shirts and shoes--no socks.
	"All right, Jeremy!" Jason said.  "Goin' commando!  I'm proud of
you."
	"He's got a lot to be proud of," Zack said. "Look at it!"
	Everyone looked to see Jeremy's cock snaking down his pant leg.
	"In those jeans, it looks like a tree trunk," Jamie said
enviously.
	"Don't embarrass the boy," I said, tucking my own half-hard cock
down my pant leg.  "He's the sensitive type."
	"He sure is," Tyler said.  "Did you see him cum last night when
Rascal grabbed his pecker?  I thought he was gonna flood the cabin."
	"Wow!  I'd like to have seen that!" Zack said.
	"Let's go," I said, urging Jeremy along by gently gripping his
shoulder.
	As I was closing the door, I heard Ryan say, "Jason, have you
ever spanked ..."  I almost waited to hear the rest but the chill in
the air caused me to change my mind.  Besides, as I used the remote to
unlock the doors, I filled in the unfinished sentence in my own mind.
Knowing Ryan, it was something like, '... spanked the monkey while you
were at the zoo?' or '... spanked the bishop during mass at church?'
	"I'm gonna let it warm up before we leave," I said as I shivered
and watched my breath make frosty air balloons that crashed against the
inside of the windshield.
	"Thanks for coming up with something so quickly on the spur of
the moment," Jeremy said.
	"Most people don't like ice cream in the winter but it's one of
Ryan's favorite quirks."
	"Really?  Mine, too," Jeremy said surprised.  "I thought I was
the only one who liked ice cream when it's cold out."
	"But this isn't what you wanted to talk about, right?"
	"No."  Jeremy sat quietly for a long moment, like he was trying
to convince himself he had to go through with something now that he'd
made a big deal out of it.  "Remember Crossover Day at school?"
	"Yeah," I said warily, remembering the discussion we had once had
at the hospital that began with the same question.
	"Well, I was wondering ... did you ...?"
	I put the van in gear and backed up so I could turn down the
lane.  "Did I what?"
	"When we were in the boys' room, did you try to fuck with my
mind?"
	I didn't say anything because I was trying to recall what I might
have said that would make Jeremy ask such a question.
	"I don't mean ... deliberately.  When I started jackin' off, you
told me to think about Juanita.  I thought it was cool that you wanted
me to keep such queer behavior on a hetero level.  But then you said,
'Think about Juanita kissing Ryan,' and then 'think about me kissing
Ryan'."
	"Yeah, I remember something like that but I didn't mean to fuck
with your mind."
	"It wasn't some kind of ... gay subconscious thing or subterfuge
or ..."
	"No," I said, "that's absurd!  I'm not out to recruit guys."
	"Not even if Rascal asked you to?  You know, if he begged you to
talk me into going to bed with him?"
	"No.  Why would you think that?"
	"I've been thinking about a lot of things but I can't get 'em to
add up."
	"Welcome to the real world.  What kind of things?"
	"Like when Rascal said he'd never go to bed with me without
Juanita's written permission.  Was he trying reverse psychology on me
or planting some kind of subliminal message in my mind by saying that?"
	"I don't think Ryan would do that.  Certainly not deliberately.
Why?  Do YOU think he would?"
	"Last night ... we ... well, I cummed the minute he touched me."
	I looked over to see Jeremy's head was bowed shamefully.
	"And then ... when ... I spurted inside Juanita for the first
time ..."
	"Yeah?"
	"She and I talked about it a lot before we did it.  She made me
promise that Ryan would be in the room with us the first time we fucked
and I'd ..."
	Trying to lighten the mood but not break his concentration, I
said, "I bet she wasn't expecting a room full, though."
	"God no.  But last night we agreed it was the right time.  If I
was ever gonna be able to let someone touch me ... you know, down there
... for real ... not for charity like the popcorn sale ... well, it was
last night."
	"I'm happy for you, Jeremy.  That was a tremendous hurdle you got
over.  From now on, it should get easier."
	"That's the problem," Jeremy said.  "I see how easily Ryan and
Tyler ... and even Taylor accept sex as something so ... wonderful.
Why does it have to be torture to me?  Why is it when someone wants to
touch me... there, I'm so nervous I wanna puke?"
	"It was that way with me the first time," I consoled.  "My
stomach was tied up in knots.  My skin felt like it was in flames.  My
arms and legs were trembling.  My cock was so hard I hoped it would
shatter just to stop the pain."
	"Really?" Jeremy asked, finally looking in my direction.
	"Honest to god." I said.
	Jeremy got quiet for a minute before he said, "I want you to know
... Juanita made me do what I did.  Like I say, we discussed this for
months and she said ... if I ever got to the point where I could fuck
her, she wanted me to kiss Ryan as soon as I creamed.  I'll tell you,
we talked about THAT for hours!  I didn't know why she wanted me to do
it and she wouldn't TELL me why.  She just insisted.  But after I slid
into her ..."
	"You know, you're never gonna live that PE down, don't you?"  I
deliberately used the initials for premature ejaculation instead of the
words, to ease his embarrassment.  For me, initials made it sound more
clinical and less personal.
	"Yeah, I know.  But the feeling was so ... so ..."
	"I know what you're saying."  I felt my cock sneaking down my
pant leg, heading toward the gas pedal.
	"Well, I had that ... indescribable feeling of cumming inside my
girlfriend for the first time ... even if it was in a rubber ... but I
leaned over and kissed Rascal just like I promised Juanita I would."
	I slowed down and turned into the party store parking lot.  I
came to a full stop, put the car in park but left it running.  Jeremy
turned half way in his seat to face me, bringing his left leg up on the
seat a little.
	His body language indicated he wasn't ready to get out of the van
yet, so I let it run.

to be continued.

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