Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2002 12:33:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Got (Part Two)

           Getting Got  (Part 2)

We stood there in the locker room looking at each
other.  We must have made an interesting sight: Kevin
with the last drops of cum still dripping off his long
rope of a dick, me thoroughly boned after having given
him a hand job, both of us buck naked.  Butch had the
air of someone in total control, and Norton had his
eyes glued to my dick.  He was practically licking his
lips.

"What do you mean it ain't over?" I demanded.

I was free now; I could walk over and knock the shit
out of him, and probably get away with it.

"I mean with the video we got of one of your players
blowing you and then you giving him a hand job, I
don't think the coach would want you hanging around
anybody on his team.  And I don't think no junior
college is gonna want you hanging around their locker
rooms either."

I blew my stack.  "You bastard!" I shouted and made a
grab for him.  We were about equally matched, but it
was easier for me to get a grip on his clothes and
swing him backward, than it was for him to get any
sort of hold on my naked and sweaty slick body.  The
only thing that was awkward was my damn dick bouncing
around and getting in the way.

Kevin made a dive for the camera, but Norton was
quicker (and closer) and grabbed it off the tripod
stand.  I was still trying to get Butch pinned down.
He was stronger than I thought, and he was getting his
arms free of my grip.

That was when he grabbed me by the balls, and I
thought my insides were going to get ripped out.  He
grinned, confident at last that he had me.

"Easy does it there, guy.  You don't want those two
big walnuts to get yanked out, do you?"  He began a
slow massage on them with just enough pressure to
remind me who was boss.  What was weird was that my
damn dick was still hard as a rock.  I relaxed.  What
else could I do?

Norton looked like he wanted to run out the door if
anybody came near his camera.  Kevin was pulling his
clothes back on.  He turned to his brother.

"You're not going to show anybody that tape, are you?"
 There was a wistful tone to his voice.

"Not if I get what I want."

"And what is that, Butch?" I asked him.

"I want to film some porn and sell it on the net.  And
you, Jason, are the guy I plan to use as my star."

I had begun to pick up my clothes, planning to get
dressed, but I froze when he said that.

Kevin looked up when he said that.  "Way to go, bro!"

"What are you cheering about, you little fuck.  You're
the costar in this thing!" Butch laughed.

Kevin seemed like someone who tried to play both sides
of the field.  With that character trait, he could be
useful to me.  But I would have to keep my eye on him.


Kevin sounded desperate.  "No man!  No!  You said just
this one time!  You promised."

Butch obviously loved having someone beg for favors
from him.

"Well, Kev, I changed my mind."

At that moment, Norton heard a sound and said,
"Someone's coming."

We froze. Even Butch.  If there had been another way
out of the room, I would have grabbed the video camera
and run.  I hadn't started getting dressed, and I was
still totally horned, but I would have run outside
buck naked if I had the chance.

"Well, what have we here?" a voice from the darkness
of the hallway asked.

Through the doorway, in his police uniform, came Larry
Biggs.  'Lazy Larry' we used to call him.  He had
sauntered his way through school and onto the police
force, his uniform still looked new, and here he was
catching us now.

Larry waited for an answer.  Nobody spoke for a
moment.  Finally Butch said lamely, "I was here to
pick up my brother."

Norton quickly added, "And I was along for the ride."

Larry looked at me and smiled sardonically.  "Well,
Big Bone, what's your excuse?  Putting on a show for
them, or did they catch you doing something with
yourself?"

Larry had always had it in for me, ever since I caught
him jacking off in the boys' bathroom, and had
hollered at everybody to come and look.  Although he
was only two years older than me and my friends, back
then a guy two years older always seemed more mature,
more hair, bigger dick, all the things we envied.  My
friends were outside the door and they came piling in
and started cheering and hollering and all the kind of
stuff we did when we were in a hell-raising mood.  But
unfortunately for Larry, that moment was the instant
he started to shoot.  And of course he couldn't stop.
So he stood there, mortified, while spurts of cum shot
out and onto the floor.

I think he had always held that against me.  Plus the
fact that we told everybody, and every chance we got
to embarrass him, we would remind him of the incident.

"Well?" Larry asked, waiting for an answer.

"You don't really want to know," Kevin said.

I shot him a frown.  "Larry, I want the tape in that
video camera."

"No way!" said Norton.  Clutching it to his chest like
a great trophy, he said "The tape and the camera are
mine and I can prove it."

Larry looked at us suspiciously.  "What are you all
doing in here after everybody's gone home?"

"I have the keys to this place.  I'm helping coach
this fall, and Coach gave me keys."

"So if anything's missing, I can blame you?"

"Nothing's missing.  But I want what's on that tape."

"Hey Larry, you want to see what he's worried about?"
Butch asked.

"No way, Larry!  I want that tape!"

"Yeah, Butch.  While Jason and his bone here get
dressed, lemme see what you've got."

I started pulling on my clothes, while Larry and the
others gathered around the view-screen on his video.
With a few quick rewinds, Butch started the video,
probably in the middle of the tape.

After he watched for a few minutes, Larry turned to
me.  "At last I've got something on you.  All those
years you thought you had something on me, and it was
nothing compared to this!"

I had to admit defeat.  I knew I could get that tape
back somehow, but not tonight and not here.

"Well what are you going to do, Larry?"

"Jason, you say you have the right to be here and that
nothing's been stolen.  It doesn't look like a case of
theft or breaking and entering.  I'm willing to let
all four of you go, under one condition."

We waited.

"I want a copy of that tape."

They burst out laughing.  "Sure thing!" Butch shouted,
"but don't go showing it to too many people yet.  I'm
working on something here that could make me rich."

Larry nodded agreement.  He looked at me again with
his brown-eyed grin.  "Revenge is great, Big Bone."

I was fully dressed, but my dick still tried to push
out along my leg.  "Let me talk to you afterward,
Larry."

"OK, I guess.  You other three go home.  But...if I
don't get a complete copy of that tape by tomorrow,
Butch, there's gonna be hell to pay.  Remember," he
said and his voice changed to imply a warning, "I know
stuff. "

Butch turned white and took a step back.  I stopped
zipping my pants to watch.

"OK man" Butch said.  "You've got my word on that.  I
promise."

I wondered what Larry had on Butch.

"You guys get out of here" Larry said.

They were glad to go.  Butch called over his shoulder,
"Jason, I'll be calling you later."

When they were gone, I asked Larry, "What are you
going to do?"

"With what?"

"With your copy of the tape."

He grinned from ear to ear.  "First I'll use it for my
own enjoyment, and then when you don't do whatever I
want you to, I may start showing it around.  Face it,
Jason, I own your happy ass from now on."

"What do you mean by that, Larry?"

 He leaned close and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Ever since that time you caught me in the bathroom, I
had to worry about when you would bring it up.  When I
went out for baseball, any time I messed up I could
hear somebody from the stands shout, 'Don't be jerking
around!' or something like that.  Stuff that meant one
thing to people who knew, and something innocent to
people who didn't.

"And I never knew who was laughing at me.  I never
knew when the story would surface again.  I swore I
would get you for that.  By the way, how many people
did you tell?"

His fingers dug into my shoulder.  I winced.  I wasn't
sure how many people I told.  Right at first it kind
of went around school, but people forget.  It was only
now and then that I would tell somebody after that,
ask them if they remembered the time I caught Larry in
the bathroom going at it.

"I don't know, Larry. Honest. But man you gotta admit
it was hilarious, you jerking like mad and then when
everybody rushed in, you couldn't stop.  You should
have seen the look on your face."

I burst out laughing at the memory, and then realized
I had made a terrible mistake.  I tried to take it
back, but Larry still held my shoulder and shook his
head.

"Don't you see, Jason?  You wanted to get somebody,
and now it looks like you've been gotten good.  And
I'm going to make sure you learn a lesson you won't
forget soon."

"Hey man, don't.  I'm sorry, Larry.  I didn't know it
would be that bad, that it would be something people
wouldn't forget.  I mean it's not like you were out in
public, in the open where everybody could see you.  It
wasn't some major event."

I might have convinced him, if I had just had enough
sense to keep my mouth shut.  But instead I asked,
"But tell me honestly, man, how could you have done
something so stupid?"

"Stupid?"

"It was the end of the lunch wave. You had to have
known people would be coming in.  That was just plain
dumb."

"Well, let's see how dumb you feel by the time I get
through with you."

He pushed me and started leading me out.  When we got
outside it was a hot, clear August night, with stars
everywhere in the dark sky.  There wasn't a moon.

"My car's over here" I said.

"You're not going in your car.  You're coming with me.
 I'll teach you how it feels to be embarrassed in
public."

I was tempted to run away, but I knew he could catch
me, and if he wanted to make a big case out of what
happened tonight, he could. I didn't want to lose this
job since it's what the junior college wanted me to do
until second semester.  I don't like it, but what was
worse was my dick was getting hard again.  In boxer
shorts it wanted to poke out.  I hoped in the darkness
Larry wouldn't notice.  There was something about
tonight that was keeping me incredibly sexed up, boned
to the max.

He put me in the back, like a prisoner.  Then he got
up front and started the engine. I looked through the
mesh at him.

"Where are we going, Larry?"

"You'll see.  It's just to have some fun.  Like you
had with me."

"Hey man, listen.  I wasn't the one dumb enough to
jack off in the school bathroom."

"You say that one more time, you stupid fuck, and it's
the last thing you'll ever say with all your teeth in
your mouth."

He started the engine.  We pulled out of the school
parking lot, and roared off into the night.  I looked
out the window at the houses, each one with lights on.
Families were home together.  Probably watching TV or
having fun.  And here I was in a squad car with Larry,
going who knows where.

It was after we had gone a few blocks that Larry
spotted somebody.  He slowed and called out.  The guy
came over.  It was Kevin.

"Hey, Larry."

"You want to help me have some fun with this guy?"
Larry asked, gesturing to me in the back seat.

"Sure."

"Jason thinks that if something isn't a public event,
it's not embarrassing to a guy.  Isn't that what you
said earlier, Jason, that it wasn't so bad because it
wasn't like a public event?  Well, you're going to
have a public event tonight.  You know what I mean?"

Kevin's face brightened. "Oh, you mean like the time
you were flogging it in the boys' bathroom in front of
a big crowd?"

Larry turned on him angrily. "How the hell did you
hear about that?"

Kevin was totally unaware that anything was wrong.
"Oh, it's one of the legends at school.  Every
incoming class hears about it.  That's why when we
heard you joined the police force, we all kind of
laughed and said stuff like 'I wonder where he'll be
beating it next' and things like that."

My heart sank.  I didn't know any way to shut Kevin
up, but I guessed that at this point it didn't matter
much.  All the damage had been done.

Larry pulled away from the curb and we headed out
again.  "You and your buddies want to watch something
funny like that?  Something with this guy in it,
trying to get off while you all watch?"

"What do I get out of it?"  Kevin asked.

"Well from what I saw on the tape, it looked like you
sucked him off but he wouldn't suck you.  Am I right?"

"Yeah.  He just gave me a hand job.  It's not the same
thing."

That made me mad. "But it was a damned good hand job,
you gotta admit that."

Kevin flashed me a sexy grin before he asked Larry,
"What you got in mind?"

"How about he gives you a really good blow job before
we get on to the other action of the evening?"

"I could use that right about now," Kevin admitted.
He squirmed and I realized his voice had sounded
huskier.  He was getting aroused.

I remembered that sexy hose of a dick, and I wondered
how hard it would be to suck it.

"I don't even know how to suck" I protested.

"You can learn" Larry said.

"I can teach you" Kevin replied eagerly.

Even though I was totally horned, I didn't like the
way this was going at all.  As far as I could tell,
all I did was try to jack off in the stalls, and
suddenly everything went from bad to worse.  This was
the worst night I had ever had in my life.  And I
resented the hell out of the fact that my dick was
enjoying every minute of it.

Larry turned down a side street and soon we were
behind an older home, pulled up in front of stairs
that led to a garage apartment.

"Let's go up to my place" Larry said.

I had to wait for them to open the back doors, since
they couldn't be opened from the inside when the lock
was set.  They pulled me out; Larry pulled my hands
behind my back, and handcuffed them there.  We went
single file upstairs, Larry, me, and Kevin.  Just for
fun, Kevin tried to get me off balance by trying to
poke his finger up my butt.  When that didn't work, he
tried to reach around in front and grab my bone.  That
was easy; you couldn't miss that thing.

Then we were on the porch, and Larry unlocked the door
and we went in.  Larry closed the blinds right away.

"Nosy neighbors."  Then turning to Kevin, he said,
"Strip him the best you can, but leave the cuffs on.
I've got something back here I want to get."

Kevin grinned happily and unbuttoned my pants.  He
pulled the zipper down, my dick soared out, and my
pants fell at my ankles.  He had my shorts down in
nothing flat.  There was no way he could get my shirt
off with the cuffs holding my hands behind me, so he
just pulled it up nipple high and sort of wadded and
tied it there.

The stupid fuck pinched my nipples and then squeezed
my dick.  Getting precum on his hand, he wiped it on
my mouth.  At that point, Larry came back in.

"Jason, you got to remember the most important rule,
you bite him and you're toast.  You got that
straight?"

He looked at my stiff dick when he said the word
straight, and I nodded.  Kevin had unzipped his pants,
and had his dick bobbing straight ahead.

"Kneel" Larry said, and I did.

"I haven't ever done this" I said, to which Larry
replied, "That's what they all say." Kevin laughed.

"I'll teach him" Kevin said, gliding the head of his
dick into my mouth.  Of course the first thing I did
was gag, but after a little I sort of got the hang of
it.  I tongued his head, took as much as I could at a
time, pushed it with my tongue so that it poked out my
cheek, and mainly just went to town on the thing.  It
was kind of an unreal feeling at first, but I realized
I liked it.

Just as we were going good, Larry crouched down beside
me and opened a little jar of salve he had gotten from
the back.

"You'll like this" he said, and began smearing a salve
all over my dick, putting it on like he was going to
jack me off, but then stopped once my dick was
thoroughly covered.

"Here's the action. You finish Kevin and make yourself
shoot without touching your dick, and I will get this
salve off.  But if you don't finish in about three
minutes, your dick is going to start itching like
nothing you've every experienced before.  You got
that?"

I nodded while still sucking away on Kevin.  I think
he was no way near shooting off, but I picked up speed
and began using my tongue like crazy.  After I guess
two minutes, my dick began to feel warm, and in just a
little while it started to itch.  I began to pull at
my handcuffs, because I was going crazy wanting to
scratch my dick.  It felt like it had a thousand
itching places on it.  And what's more, I began to
suspect Kevin was holding back.

However when he saw me squirming and sort of shaking,
he got an evil grin and began to pinch my nipples.  I
worked away as hard as I could on that dick - in fact
if it had been a hand job I was giving him, I would
have been taking some skin off with the friction.
Finally I could sense he was getting ready to shoot,
and as his streams of cum fired into my mouth and
against the back of my throat, I looked up and saw the
expression of total ecstasy on his face. In that
moment, even amid the itching, I knew that if I wanted
him, he could be mine.  That was almost enough to make
me shoot.

But the itching was more intense, and Larry said "You
better find some way to shoot off, otherwise that
stuff gets worse and worse."

I had released Kevin's dick and he was cleaning
himself up.  I concentrated on shooting off, but
nothing would work.  Finally as the two of them
watched me, I went face forward on the floor, with my
dick pointed against my stomach, and used the floor to
get some relief.  I wiggled and wriggled and the more
I did, the more they laughed, and the worse the
itching got.

Finally I realized that by humping the floor as fast
as I could, I could finally cum.  As I did that, Larry
said "Go man go!  Put on a show!  Wiggle your ass."

I don't know how long it would have taken, but finally
Larry told Kevin to put his foot on my butt and rock
me back and forth.  Which he did, with some glee.  The
feeling started getting better and better, and the
friction was helping with the itching.  My bone was in
hog heaven, and they kept laughing at me humping the
floor and wriggling around like something wanting to
slither away.  Finally I was able to shoot off.

Larry rolled me onto my back, leaving the handcuffs in
place.  Then with something from a bottle, he
carefully cleaned all the ointment off my bone.  He
delighted in going slowly around the head, I noticed.
I raised up and looked down my body, and saw that my
bone, still somewhat hard, had tiny red spots all up
and down it.  The head was covered with them too.

"They'll go away in time" Larry said, "but if you try
to beat off before they disappear, they'll come back
and start to itch as bad as before.  And besides, you
don't have any of the stuff I used to take the salve
off.  So your dick is going to get a nice vacation.
You'll be horny as hell, boned all the time, and
nothing to do about it.  I'm sure you're gonna love
that!"

Kevin laughed.  "What do we do now?"

"Now we get ready for the big show.  With him as star.
 This was just the rehearsal.  Now we'll go to the
real thing.  He'll have a bigger crowd for what he
does than I ever had."

I didn't know what he meant, but I had an idea it was
going to be awful.  And my dick was already begging to
get jerked off again.

(End of part two)
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Thanks to all who wrote me about chapter one.  I
appreciate your comments.  It's what keeps me going
with the story.  Bart384@Yahoo.com