Date: Sun, 22 Jun 2003 22:35:37 -0700
From: lapland@cyber-rights.net
Subject: Schoolboy dare - parts 4 5 and 6

--Parts have been muddled.  This brings nifty up to date to the end of
part 6.  The usual disclaimers apply.  If you enjoy this series PLEASE
let me know.  - I love to hear from you at Lapland@cyber-rights.net--


Summer school holidays.  Lazy, long lie-ins.  David pulled the duvet
over his eyes to block out the sunlight that was streaming in through
his window.

He had forgotten to pull his curtains the night before in his excitement
over the dare.

Outside it was another hot day.  A blue sky that made Londoners linger
in parks and dream of getting away for the weekend.  The tidy rows of
terraced houses seemed perkier today, their bricks brighter, their windows
more sparkly.

David could hear the traders in the market shouting out their wares.
 The sound of traffic, the smell of concrete and from somewhere ^Ö mown
grass.

David yawned and stretched, tensing his thin frame and wriggling his
toes.
The sunshine and blue sky were calling him, but he was still luxuriating
in laziness.  There was plenty of time.  All the time in the world.

What time was it?

He fumbled for his wrist-watch on the floor by the bed.  11:30 am.  Fuck.

He turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling.  He was surrounded
by
West Ham posters and football stuff.  He had soccer trophies on top of
one cabinet ^Ö he wasn't particularly proud of them, you basically got
them just for turning up.  But they sat there proudly, nevertheless.

Blue paint.

On the ceiling.

He was naked under the duvet.  And hard.  He put his arms outside the
duvet, he was not going to jack off.  He just wanted to think for a while.
 To remember.

It seemed like a dream now.  But he knew it had been real.  His arse
hurt still with a sore heat.  He had to shift around to get comfy.  He
also remembered vividly the panic and terror as the man had grabbed him
from behind.  He drifted away into memories of the darkened school building,
 the thrill that had run up his spine when he and Lee had stripped off
in the hallway, the electric shock up his dick as he sneaked about in
the darkness totally naked.

The man's attack on him had been terrifying at the time.   Now all he
remembered was the thrill, the hardness of his erection and the orgasm
he had experienced with the man shooting his load inside him.

David turned onto his front, his hard cock pressed into the bed beneath
him.

He put his arms under the pillow at his head and played and replayed
the
events with Lee.  The boy coming out of the darkness, untying him.  The
rest.  That was the part that seemed so hard to believe now in the warm
safe fug of his bed.

An hour later and David was out in the streets heading for the park.
 It was a glorious day.  Even the manky old black-birds that sat on the
telegraph wires looked black and lush like sleek Ravens.  It was a scorcher.
 He passed a mum, pushing her toddler along in a stroller with a brightly
colored parasol to ward off the sun.   Two five year olds passed by licking
ice-creams that dribbled over their fingers.  David felt weird.  Light
as a feather somehow.  He felt curiously distant from the scene around
him, as if he had just landed from a different planet.  The events of
the night before had set him apart somehow.  He was different, changed,
 older perhaps.  He had a secret that he would never tell to these people.
 He and Lee were bound now by a tie that was stronger than chains, and
their secret put them into a different place than the hum-drum world
that flowed around with the London traffic.

He spotted Lee in the park immediately; even from this distance he could
see Lee's shock of straw blond hair.  Lee was shirtless as usual, chatting
with some of his friends in a huddle on the grass.

David stopped dead.  He felt a wave of panic sweep over him.  What was
Lee talking about with his mates?  Was he telling them about last night?
 Oh shit!  What the fuck was he talking to them about?  Would they stare
at him as he approached and start laughing at him? Would one of them
go off and tell their parents and get him into a shit-load of trouble?
 Jesus!

His palms were sweating.

Oh fuck!  He thought about running.  His heart was pounding.  Shit!
Lee had spotted him and was waving.  Oh fuck!  His heart seemed to leap
into his throat.  He couldn't swallow.  He made his way across the park,
 trying to look casual and laid back.  He felt a trickle of sweat running
down his back.

"Wotcha!"

"Hi, Lee.  Hi Smiffy.  Tony."  He nodded greetings around the group.


None of them seemed to be laughing at him.

Lee said to the others.  "Well gotta go!  Come on Dave."

With that he picked up his football and t-shirt and started walking slowly
in the direction of his house.  David joined him.

"Hi Lee.  You OK?"

"Yeah.  You?"

"Yeah.  Where are we going?"

"To my place.  Mum's at work this afternoon.  She's on the night shift
so she won't be back till 5am."

David cheered up.  "Neat!  I've never been to your gaff."

"Yeah I know.  She doesn't like us bringing friends back.  Thinks the
place is a tip."

They made there way through the terraced streets.  The houses were kind
of slummy, but with little gardens front and back.  Some streets were
neat and tidy, others were full of old cars and junk.  Lee started to
dribble the ball at his feet, scuffing it along the pavement, bouncing
it off car tyres."

"Here we are."  The boys pushed through a little gate into the front
garden surrounded by a privet hedge.

Lee fished a key out of his pocket and opened the door.  Inside the house
felt cool and quiet except for a TV that was blaring away in the living
room.

David didn't think the place was a tip.  Sure there was a pile of washing
heaped up in the kitchen and there were a bunch of plates in the sink,
 but the house was cared for.  There were little plants in pots on the
window-sill, a clock in the hallway and some framed prints on the wall.
 It was a feminine house, with little frills at the tops of the curtains
and a dining table and chairs that looked heavy and expensive, in a cheap
kind of way.

Lee's brother bounced around the corner of the living room.

"Who are you?"  he asked.

Lee replied:  "Fuck off squirt!  Go watch TV."

David said "I'm Dave."

"I'm Anthony."

Lee's brother was nine or ten years old.  He shared Lee's strong bone
structure and golden hair.  He was wearing only a pair of boxer-shorts
and a smudge of chocolate around his mouth.  His skin was pale compared
to Lee.

He obviously didn't go out of doors as much as his brother.  At nine
he
still had some puppy fat that made him look soft as a marshmallow.  Lee
smacked him on the backside.  "Go watch TV."

"What are you gunna do?"

"None of your business.  Come on David."  Lee led the way upstairs.

Lee shared his bedroom with Anthony.  The room looked cramped with the
two beds in it.  Lee had his Playstation and CDs on a small desk along
one wall.  The walls were covered in Manchester United pictures and league
charts.

There was a trophy shelf on the wall which groaned under the weight of
Lee's cups and medals.  On one wall was a picture of him holding a fish
he had caught.  Over Anthony's bed were dozens of photos of sports cars.
 Lee kicked off his trainers and flopped down on his bed.  He was grinning
at David.

"Could you get to sleep?  I couldn't.  I just kept thinking about it
all
night.  How bout you?"

"Same here really.  I think I got to sleep about 9am."

"Me too."

David sat on the edge of Anthony's bed.  He looked at Lee and drank him
in.

He was wearing those soccer shorts of his and some white ankle socks.
 That's it.  His stomach was a smooth ripple.  His nipples were brown
against his skin.  His legs had the faintest fuzz of tiny soft hairs
against the brown shaped calves.  His thighs looked soft.  David swallowed
hard.

Lee said:  "Look what I got."  He reached under the bed and pulled out
a
rope.  THE rope from the night before.  He had the sweetest smile on
his
face.  David was melting.

"Jesus!  You want to do it again?  What about your brother?"

"He won't come up here.  I'll go tell him.  Strip off while I go downstairs."

With that Lee jumped up and shot out of the room, clattering down the
stairs, jumping most of the way.

David pulled his t-shirt over his head.  He could hear Lee's voice but
couldn't make out what he was saying.  He pulled off his trainers, unzipped
his jeans and paused.  Getting naked in the dark had been one thing.
 In daylight it felt quite different.  He zipped his jeans back up again
as Lee swung back into the room, shutting the door behind him.  "OK,
I told him not to come up."

David saw Lee's eyes roaming over his body.

"Lie down on the bed, Lee."

David stood over the twelve year old looking down at him.  He took the
rope.

"Got a knife?"

Lee sat up and fished around in the desk drawer.  Out came a small fishing
knife.

It was pretty blunt, so it took quite a lot of sawing to get the rope
into four equal lengths.  "Scoot over on the bed."

While Lee lay back, David attached the rope to the four legs of the bed,

under the mattress frame.  He made loops in the free ends of the cord.
"Are you sure he won't come in?"

"Positive."

David sat on the edge of the bed.  He put his hand on Lee's shin, felt
the tiny hairs as he brushed along it.  He grabbed one of the socks by
the heel and pulled it down till it came off.  Lee just lay there.  He
did the same with the other sock.

To be honest, he could have cum right then.  Pulling off Lee's socks
was
such a small thing to do, but that Lee let him do it was a simple act
of
surrender.  This twelve year old would let him do whatever he wanted.

He leaned over and took a grip at the bottom of each leg of Lee's shorts.
He pulled firmly.  They slid down.  The base of Lee's cock was visible
at the waist-band.  Down a bit more.  The length of it was emerging.
 Down further over the head.  The little boy's cock sprang to attention.
 He pulled it down and off.  Lee was now naked on the bed.  A twelve
year old,naked, hard and just lying still on the bed.

David tied the rope at his ankles first.  He made it tight so that Lee's
legs were splayed out.  Then the wrists.  As he tied the knots he ran
his hand down Lee's forearms, feeling the veins and the softness of his
skin. Lee was now completely spread-eagled.  Helpless, at his mercy.

David sat quietly on the edge of the bed for a while.  He watched motes
of dust in the sunlight settle in the room.  He listened to the sound
of the TV in the house below them.  Spread like this, Lee's body was
displayed to full effect.  His muscles in his legs were tight, his stomach
taut.  His arms looked long and elegant.  His feet were clenched.  His
neck was a softnessand his mouth was partly open.

David traced his fore-finger along Lee's little shaft.  The boy's cock
twitched and leaped of his tummy.

"Hmm.  Looks like you want it pretty bad."

David pulled Lee's foreskin back and let the angry purple head pop out.
 He gave the shaft three long pulls.  Lee groaned.

"Be right back."

"What, where are you going?!"

"Be right back."

David stepped out onto the landing and closed the door behind him.  He
went slowly down the stairs, across the hall and into the living room.

"Hi Anthony."

"Hi.  What are you guys doing up there?"

"Oh nothing.  What's on TV?"

"James Bond."

"Cool.  Mind if I watch with you for a while."

"Sure."

David sat on the couch next to the ten year old.  He wasn't watching
the
movie.  He simply looked at the younger boy for a while.

"Do you and Lee get on?"

"Some times."

David was hatching a plan.  He continued to watch Anthony out of the
corner of his eye, then as suddenly as he had arrived he got up again.

At the top of the stairs he went into the bathroom and looked through
the bottles and tubes on the window-sill.  He found a clear plastic bottle
of baby-oil.

Back in the bedroom, Lee was struggling against the ropes.  David had
done a good job and he was going nowhere.  "What the fuck were you saying
to my brother?"

"Nothing.  Do you guys ever jack each other off?"

"No way!  Gross!  He's my brother."

"Yeah, but he's kinda cute.  Bet his cock is as big as yours."

"Fuck off."

"So you'd never get him to jack you off."

"No.  No way."

"Really^Å."

David sat down on the bed beside Lee and started to stroke his flat stomach.
Lee gave up struggling.  His cock was still rock hard.  David swirled
his fingers around his nipples making them hard.  He traced his fingertips
down Lee's soft sides.

"That tickles." he said, squirming.

David felt the soft downy hairs on the boys legs, massaged up the insides
of his thighs.  He licked his finger-tips and swirled the spit around
Lee's small abs.  He bent over and licked his tongue along the dent in
Lee's soft neck.

He reached down and gave another three long pulls on Lee's cock.

David squirted baby oil over Lee's balls.  He squished the whole ball
sac around in the palm of his hands, dragging on the tiny testicles with
his fingers.  Lee was groaning ever so softly under his breath and was
trying to arch his back to stick his cock into David's hand.

Instead David pulled his hand away and traced a finger down from the
ball-sac to Lee's crack.  The oil was dribbling down, following David's
finger.  Lee felt the liquid run over his tight sphincter.  Felt David
stroking slowly, ever so slowly around his hole.

"Oh god!"

David pushed in a little, Lee's sphincter tightening around his finger.
Inside Lee was soft, hot and a little slippery.  He pushed in more. Lee
was clenching his buttocks making pronounced dimples in his ass cheeks.
 David was in deep with his middle finger.  He touched Lee's prostate
and the twelve year old moaned out loud.

"You are going to beg your little brother to wank you off!"

Lee was lost to the finger up his butt.  "What?"

"You are going to beg your brother to make you cum."

Lee just groaned again.

As he pushed against Lee's prostate David's other hand gave Lee's cock
three swift strokes.  Lee was almost lifting off the bed into his hand.

David waited.

"Oh fuck David, wank me!"

He waited.  He could see Lee's nuts tight in the ball-sack.  Only when
they loosened a fraction did he give three more strokes.

"Oh Jesus!"

A pause while David concentrated on the boys tight nuts.

Three long, slow strokes.

Lee was pulling against the rope hard now.  He wanted to get free, get
a
hand loose so that he could furiously beat off to climax.

Three slow strokes then nothing.

The finger in his butt touching him THERE, making him squirm.

Two strokes.

"For fuck's sake!"

"Now now.  No swearing^Å"

Lee's cock was small, but in this state it was a straining veined pole
of tight muscle.  The foreskin was rolled back so that the furious looking
tiny cock-head was glaring up at David.

Two slow strokes.

Those little nuts twitching, tightening.

Pause.  Delay.  Frustration.

One long stroke from the base of the cock to the tip.

"Fuck you David."

"The only way you get to cum is if you call your brother up here and
beg him to do it.  Otherwise it's this all night."

Lee was trembling.  He was so close, but David was doing just enough
to keep him from cumming.  He thought he could just will himself to cum,
 to blow his load across the room.  But no matter how hard he tried,
David had him under control.  His balls ached.

"Call your brother."

"No way."

Two slow strokes.  Squeezing.

"Call him."

Pause

One slow stroke.

"Call him."

Two slow strokes.

"Unnnnghhh!"

Lee was grimacing.  His feet were clenched hard, every muscle in his
body was tight, his whole body and mind were focused on the urgent need
to explode his balls, to feel the sudden slimy rush of cum up his knob
and out,splattering over his stomach and face.

"Call him."

Two slow strokes.  The finger up Lee's butt driving him mad.

"ANTHONYYYYYYY!!!!"

>From below, the sound of the TV going off.  The boy jumping up the stairs.

The door opening.

Anthony stood in the doorway and his jaw dropped open.

There was his brother, spread-eagled on the bed, naked, his cock as stiff
as could be, with another boy sticking his finger up his arse.

"Anthony.  Your brother has something to ask you."

Anthony was frozen.

"Ant!  Jesus, I want you to^Å"

One slow stroke.  The pause.

"Ant ^Ö fucking hell!  Come over here and wank me!"

"Say please."  Said David.

"Please, fucking please!"

"I think you better do it Anthony.  You brother really needs it."

David removed his finger from Lee's butt with a pop.  He stood up and
went over to Anthony.  He closed the door and steered the ten year old
over to the bed.

"Sit there."

Anthony sat.

"Your brother needs you to wank him."

Anthony looked up at David, then down at Lee.  He couldn't stop staring
at Lee's rock hard cock.

"Wank me for chrissake!"

Anthony gingerly reached out.  He took his brothers pole between thumb
and fore-finger and began to stroke.

"Faster!"

Anthony's fingers began to move faster and faster.  Suddenly they were
a
blur.  Lee's cock head flickered under the fingers.  He was groaning,
 crying out.  All at once he arched his back, pulled his feet and wrists
against the rope as hard as he could and spunk flew out like pellets
from a shot-gun.

"Uuunnggghhh aaaaaaaagh!!!"

"Gross! "  Anthony protested as his hand was covered in looping strands
of cum.

He wiped his hand off on his brother's chest.

"You guys are being gross."

"Well you helped, Anthony."

For a while Anthony and David stared down at the helpless figure on the
bed.

Lee was covered in cum.  It was liquefying and dribbling down his sides.

"Come on Anthony.  Let's see what's on TV."  David and the youngster
went out of the room, closing the door behind them.

David left Lee tied to the bed, cold cum dribbling down his sides.  He
and Anthony went downstairs into the living room.  Anthony flopped down
full length on the couch and fumbled with the remote.

David went over to the couch.

"Move over a bit."

He joined Anthony on the couch, sitting at one end and pulled Anthony's
feet onto his lap.

"Did you like that Anthony?"

"No.   You guys are gross."

"Don't be like that.  Didn't you enjoy it just a little bit?  Didn't
you
like having Lee at your mercy?"

"No. It was gross."

David sat watching the TV.

Massaging the boys feet through his dirty white socks.

David said;  "So, don't you like wanking then?"

"Yes, er no, I mean by myself maybe."

"Ever tried letting someone else do it for you?  It feels really nice
you know."

"Perv."

A long pause.

"Lee likes it."

"Lee's a perve."

"Bet you'd like it if you tried it."

"Shut up.  I'm going out."

With that the youngster skipped out of the room.  David thought by the
redness around the little boy's eyes and the quiver in his lip that he
was going to cry.

David went out after him.

"Anthony, don't go, come here."

The boy was sat at the bottom of the stairs trying to pull on his trainers.
David sat beside him. He put an arm around him.  The boy tried to shrug
him away, then flung his trainer across the hall where it banged into
the radiator with a clatter, then collapsed into David's embrace, sobbing.

"Don't cry little man."

"What's going on down there?"  It was Lee.

"Nothing!"  David answered back.

"Come on little man, let's go back and watch TV."

David left Lee to sweat for an hour.  He and Anthony sat on the couch
in
silence watching Junkyard Wars.  Anthony was beginning to cheer up.
David tickled him to make him laugh, tore off his socks and tickled
his feet like crazy.

"Gerroff gerroofff!"  Anthony shouted thrashing around to escape the
tickles.

In the bedroom Lee strained to hear what was happening to his little
brother.

He could make out the odd phrase.

"Gerroff me you wanker!"

"No, please, PLEASE!"

"Stop!  I said STOP IT!"

Long stretches of banging and groaning

"No, not THERE!"

Lee, wanted to rip the ropes off and find out what the fuck was happening.
But despite all his wriggling and pulling and sweating, he was still
tied helplessly to the bed.  He could hear commotion downstairs and he
was sure he knew what was happening.  His brother was shouting at David
telling him to get off.  Lee began to fill with dark imaginings.  His
brother, who he loved and would die for was being raped by David.  SHIT!!!
 A fourteen year old was raping his 10 year old brother.  For fuck's
sake!  And he was responsible for it.  This was worse than any torture
even he could dream up.

And to his great shame, as he translated the noises below in his imagination
into bodies and cocks and sweat and sucking, the harder he got.  Over
his own brother.  Being raped.  He was sicker than he had thought.

Downstairs, David and Anthony were still play-fighting on moment, resting
exhausted the next.  David knew exactly what he was doing.

He whispered "OK Anthony, that's enough^Å for now.  I'm going upstairs
to
check on Lee.  You stay here."

Anthony, red-faced, untucked, de-socked flopped back down on the couch
exhausted.

David made his way upstairs.  On the landing he paused and stripped off.
Balancing on one foot as he removed his socks, pulling his t-shirt over
his head and stepping out of his jeans and boxers.  He was semi-erect,
 tickling Anthony was pretty erotic.  He stood outside the door to the
bedroom fondling his knob until it was rock hard.  Then he entered the
bedroom.

Lee, spreadeagled naked on the bed lifted his head:  "You fucking bastard!
What you do to my brother?!"

David smiled.  "Man, he is soooooooooo tight!"

"You didn't!"

"Ooooooh yes."

"Jesus Christ get these ropes off me."

"Oh naughty Lee.  Lee's got a hardon thinking about his little brother
being raped."

"Fuck off!"

"Temper, temper!  Then if you like the idea so much perhaps I better
describe what happened."

"Shut up."

"Your brother is lying downstairs on the carpet with my spunk up his
ass and you don't want to hear about it?"

Lee's cock, hard, twitched on his belly.  He groaned.

"We just watched TV for a while.  He was quite upset because of what
you
made him do you know."

"I'm not listening."

"I started rubbing his feet.  Cute little feet he has."

"Shut up."

"Then his legs, oh soooooo soft.  Then his thighs.  He knew what I wanted
and pushed my hand away."

Lee was beginning to squirm.  He could feel his balls beginning to ache.

"So I pinned him down on the couch and tore his shorts off, then his
little undies.  He tried to bite me."

"Fuck."

"I had all his clothes off and he tried to fight me.  He's quite strong
isn't  he, but not quite strong enough.  His pricklet was so tiny, at
first. But I held him down and sucked it till he got hard.  He was crying
by then."

"You bastard^Å"

"I told him that if he sucked my cock I wouldn't stick it up his butt.
 In the end he knelt down and put his hot mouth on my knob.  Boy your
brother was some suction on him!"

Lee was rock hard, his twelve year old cock-head was a screaming purple,

poking out of his foreskin.

"But I lied.  When he had me nicely lubed I pushed him down and rolled
him over on the carpet.  He was thrashing about until I stuck my dick
between his ass-cheeks."

Lee was blushing all over his body.  His own ass cheeks were clenched.


He was close.

"I found his tight little hole.  He begged me:  Stop!  Stop!  But I lined
it up and pushed it in.  Oh man I took your bro's cherry!"

Lee's voice was hoarse:  "Stop^Å."

"I rammed it all the way in.  He squealed like a little pig.  Oh and
he
wriggled like crazy."

"Arrrrrrggggghhhhhhh" Lee shot his boy-cum in a great looping arc.  It
splattered on his face, the force of it.

"Oh Lee, you are such a perve!  Getting off over the rape of your brother!
Oh man.  Wait till I tell Anthony."

David stood over Lee's prostrate form and jacked his meat staring down
at the blushing boy.  Before long his own cum fell with a splatter on
Lee's chest and face.  David pulled his clothes back on.

"See ya!"

Downstairs Anthony was still on the couch.  David sat next to him.

"Hey Ant.  Your brother is such a perve.  But you know what, I bet he
could do with a good tickling.  Why don't you go up there and tickle
him to teach him a lesson.  Teach him not to be such a perve."

Anthony was getting excited:  "Really? Should I?"

"Yeah, really make him suffer for what he did to you.  I've gotta go,
so you'll have to do it on your own.  You up for it?"

"OK."

"And don't let him out of those ropes till your Mum gets home.  That
way he can't get you."

Anthony had a wicked little grin.  The tears were gone.  He looked happy
again.

As David walked home past the park Anthony went to work on his cum soaked
brother.  His little fingers found all of Lee's weak spots.


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