Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2002 14:07:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Got (Part 5)

I think what I hated even more than being buck naked
with a tremendous bone on, was that I couldn't move
and they could do whatever they wanted to do with me.
Norton came in close with the camera, and when Butch
started working my dick again, Norton shoved the
camera into my face.

"This is great, Butch!  Keep doing that.  He gets this
real scrunched up look on his face like he's trying to
hold back, and then when you give that thing of his a
twist he starts to go wild."

Butch gave it another twist right then, and I almost
came up off the bench - except of course I was tied so
tight I couldn't do more than just struggle.

Norton kept laughing.  "That's it.  Look how he does.
You really know how to drive him wild, man.  Keep it
up.  He's gonna get blisters on his butt from trying
to squirm.  And when he does, we can videotape that
too.  It'll make a great film."

Butch picked up speed with my dick.  "We'll do more
than that to his butt, and it'll make an even greater
movie."  He suddenly stopped working my dick, waited a
moment, and then gave the underside of the head a
tremendous thump.  My dick bobbed back and forth, up
and down, and I was going wild.  Wild not just from
shock and pain, but wild because I was itching again
and also I wanted to shoot.  My balls were really
loaded.  I don't think they had ever produced that
much stuff in my whole life.  I had been plenty horny
before, but not like this where my balls felt like
they were twice their size.

Norton had moved the camera down close to my dick, and
I think he noticed my problem too.  "Look at those
balls, Butch.  It's like he's got a tennis ball for
nuts."

"That gives me a good idea.  Where's that cord we've
been using?"

He grabbed the cord and started in while Norton asked,
"What're you doing?"

"I'm tying off his balls to keep him from shooting off
before we're ready.  We're gonna have a cum shot to
end all cum shots when he fires off."

I realized from the feel of it what Butch was doing,
although it had never happened to me before.  He was
tying the famous 8-loop, the one that winds around
your balls and dick in a figure 8, going back and
forth until you don't notice your balls any more, all
you have is the urge in your dick to shoot until you
think you'll go crazy and yet nothing happens.

"Damn, Butch, do you know what the fuck you're doing?"

"Shut up, Norton.  You just keep filming."

Butch stood back to admire his handiwork.  He touched
my balls but I didn't really feel it.   I was aware of
how full they were, but it all seemed far away.  I was
conscious of how unbelievably horny I was, so horny
that my mouth was dry and I almost had trouble
breathing, and my voice came out husky and sexed.

"Butch, I'll get you for this."

"Hey, Norton, hear that?  His voice is so horned he
can hardly talk.  Man when he shoots, it'll be
awesome."

Butch was at work on my dick again. First with his
hand wrapped around the pole, and this with his
fingers probing and massaging.  My dick felt like it
had turned to glass.

Then all of a sudden the strangest thing in my life
happened to me.  It was like I was shooting off, but
nothing came out.  I thrust and pushed and writhed
with the sensation, and yet nothing happened.  My dick
bobbed around, even tried to spasm, but it was all
dry.

"Look at that, Norton. He can't cum.  And yet he's got
it all loaded down there.  I think he's just about
primed for a real cum-shot.  Let me stick something up
his butt, and we'll loosen the cords, and get ready
for the real thing."

All I knew was that I wanted relief and I wanted it
bad.  I couldn't see what he was up to, but he
loosened the ropes so he could get one hand under me.
As he lifted my legs, I realized what was going to
happen.

"Just like the old days at the fence" he said, and he
started poking his fingers up my butt.
"Here's a couple of fingers up your ass," he laughed.
He gave a thrust and I winced, but then suddenly it
was inside me.  Much as I hated it, I had to admit it
felt good.  And I wanted to shoot as soon as I could.
I didn't think I could stand it much longer.

Norton had leaned in close again, getting all this on
film, and Butch was loosening the cords around my
nuts.  The relief was wonderful.  Two of the fingers
of his left hand were still up my butt working their
magic, and as my balls could function again I started
the ascent to shooting off.  Using his right hand he
started rubbing my dick again.  It was the greatest
feeling in the world.

I was ready for the climax now, and they both could
tell it.  Norton might be seeing it through the camera
lens, but he was enjoying it as much as Butch.  "Look
at him squirm.  He's so tense his dick would shatter
like glass if you thumped it.  He's holding his breath
so tight if he doesn't shoot soon he's gonna pass
out."

Butch's strokes picked up speed, I went into one final
tense strain, and then - the bastard took his hand off
my dick!  I started shooting, and he wasn't even
giving me the thrill of cuming.  Norton whooped and
moved the camera around to get it from all angles.
Spurt after ropey spurt roared out, my dick gyrated
wildly, cum went everywhere, and Butch grinned with
satisfaction.

When it was over I just lay there, completely
exhausted.  Butch seemed satisfied with his work.
"Damn but that was good, Jason.  I wish I had you at
my apartment where I could do that to you all the
time.  That was fun, man."

"Fun for you, maybe, but not for me."

"What do you mean?  Your eyes went out of focus, you
were so horned you could hardly talk, and I ain't
never seen a guy shoot off that much cum at once.  If
ever there was a guy meant to be worked off, it's you.
 I knew that even way back when I would take you out
to the fence.  All I had to do was strip you and start
carrying you out to the fence, and that little pecker
of yours would be hard as hell.  I used to think your
dick got hard a long time before you were old enough
to be able to shoot off."

"Go to hell, Butch."

He shook his head.  "Now you see, Jason, you never
appreciate your friends.  I was about to let you go,
and now here you start cussing me and giving me a bad
time.  If you lived with me, I'd take a paddle and
work on your butt when you talk that way."

"If I lived with you, Butch, I'd kill myself."

"Naw you wouldn't.  Not with old Butch around to give
you what you want. I've got a coffee table I could tie
you over, and I'd paddle that butt and then get up in
that butt, and then paddle you again and you'd have so
much action down that way you wouldn't know if you
were coming or going."

Before I could cuss him again, Norton interrupted.
"I'm almost out of tape.  Want me to get another
cassette from the car?"

Butch grinned at the idea.  "Sure.  Let's see what
else we can get on film tonight."

After Norton left, Butch started rubbing the soft skin
in my crotch area, enjoying the results of the shaving
he had given me.

"Soft as a baby's bottom.  I think I want you to keep
that shaved.  I like the feel of it.  Don't you?"

"Hell no!"

"That's a shame, because you're going to have to keep
it that way for a long time.  I'll check you out to
make sure you're keeping it shaved, and if you aren't,
then I'll have to do some fancy shaving in public."

"You couldn't get away with it, Butch.  I've got
friends too, you know.  We could grab you and do a lot
of stuff."

He shook his head as if he wasn't listening to me, and
he kept running his fingers over my hairless skin.  On
his face was a thoughtful smile.

"Yep, I reckon Jason I could do whatever I wanted to
with you.  And that would be fun." He drew this last
word out as if he could taste it.  Then after a pause,
he said, "I wonder what's keeping Norton."

He called Norton's name, but there was no answer.

"That's odd," he said, and got up to go out.  The
ropes were loose enough that I could get out of them
once he was gone.  I waited to make sure I was really
alone, and then started getting loose.  I knew I'd
have to hurry.

That was when I heard noise and shouts from outside,
and then the hallway door slammed closed with a loud
clang, and Kevin and Woody ran into the room.

"Hurry Jason!  We've got Butch locked out and Norton's
tied up in Butch's car, but we've got to get away
before they get back in!"

I was never so glad to see anybody in my life as I was
to see Kevin.  Woody seemed surprised to see me with
nothing on, but he watched eagerly as I grabbed my
clothes, and the three of us ran for the back exit.  I
hoped Butch wouldn't think of it and get there first,
but there were three of us now so we ought to be able
to stop him.

Since the exit door was one of those that you can't
open from the outside, it wasn't locked and we only
had to push on the bar to get out.  No one was waiting
for us, so we were free.  Woody's TV van was parked
not far away, and I couldn't go around front for my
car since that's where Butch's car would be.  We all
piled into the van and I started getting dressed as we
pulled away.

Kevin explained what had been happening.  "When I ran
out, I wanted to go for help, but I couldn't think of
anybody we could trust. And then I saw Woody coming
along in the van and I flagged him down."

"Yeah," Woody agreed, "the crew got me to drop them
off at their houses and I was supposed to take the van
back to the station.  But they said since it was
getting late, I could keep it for the night."

"That was lucky for me.  I appreciate it."  I was
dressed now and hoped to keep my clothes on until I
went to bed.

Woody glanced over at me.  "That was some bone you
had.  You always commented on mine, but that thing of
yours looked like a piece of iron pipe."

"Thanks, Woody, but I'd just as soon forget about it."

"Well judging by the look of your pants, it still
hasn't gone down yet."

"That's enough, Woody."

"Lemme see that thing, Jason."

"Keep driving, Woody."

"No, man, you're always saying something about mine,
so now pull that thing out and let me take a look."

"You'll wreck the van, Woody."

He pulled over to the curb.  "Lemme see the damn
thing, Jason, or else I'll dump you back at school
where they probably still are."

"Better do what he says," Kevin added.  "I had a hard
enough time getting him to help us in the first
place."

I didn't know but what Butch and Norton might come
barreling down the street at any moment.  So I
unzipped and reached in and pulled mine out.

"Satisfied?"

Woody reached over and touched it.  "Wow.  That's some
head on that thing.  Feel that, Kevin."

"I already have," Kevin responded.

"Will you get out of here?  Woody, those guys might
come along any second."

Reluctantly, Woody pulled away from the curb.  I gave
him directions to my house.  I figured I could go back
for my car in the morning, since it would be Saturday
and there'd be no scrimmage or practice.

All the way home, Woody kept pondering stuff.  "With
all the cum you had on you, I figure you shot a big
load, and yet your dick is as hard now as it was then.
 And what gets me is that you always had so much to
say about me and my bone."

"Tonight was unusual, Woody.  Your constant hard-on
was a full time occupation, but with me it's just the
result of stuff tonight.  I don't go through life
horned to the hilt.  This stuff tonight was really
unexpected."

"Is that why it had the red dots on it?  Have you got
some kind of disease?"

"No, Woody.  It's a long story.  Let's save it for
another time."  Then I turned to Kevin.  "You want to
stay over with me tonight?"

"I guess I better.  It'd be too easy for Butch to come
by home and get me, and my folks wouldn't even think
there was anything wrong."

"Can I stay too?"

"Woody, use your head.  What would my folks think if
they saw a TV truck parked in the driveway and my car
wasn't around?  As it is I'll have to dash out early
to bring my car back home."

"Look man, in case you have forgotten, I pure out
saved your ass tonight.  You don't know what they
might have done to you by now if Kevin hadn't asked me
to come help."

"I know, and I appreciate it.  And it would be great
if you wanted to come over some night...it's just that
tonight isn't really available."

Kevin nudged me gently in a meaningful way, and added,
"Yeah, Woody, maybe all three of us could get together
and do stuff and spend the night real soon."

So Kevin was interested in Woody's dick as much as I
was.  If he and I got Woody pinned down, - but my
thoughts were interrupted as Woody stopped in front of
my house.  Kevin and I thanked him and went around to
the back, where we climbed the stairs together for the
second time this evening, and finally we were together
in my room.

When we had undressed, I held him in my arms.  We
embraced and I could feel his dick getting harder
against me.  Kevin's dick had a lot of character.
Some dicks, if you've seen one, you've seen them all.
But Kevin's was really neat.  Long and slender, with a
head that almost had a smile on it, the whole length
was strong and muscled.  If he squeezed his butt, it
made his dick bob up and down.

I wanted to get into him, but I was so exhausted I
couldn't do anything tonight.  I dropped down to my
knees and took his dick in my mouth.  The taste was
warm and wonderful.  And as he came to orgasm, he
moaned in a way that made me want him that much more.
Here was someone I could spend my life with.

Later, as we lay in each other's arms waiting for
sleep to come, my mind wandered back to the things
that had happened in the past 24 hours.  I was so
tired my mind would hardly work.  But I knew I had to
get the itch remedy from Larry, and I had to make sure
Butch didn't have any videos of me from tonight.  And
I wanted for sure to get even with Butch and Norton.

Turning to Kevin, I asked, "Have you got any ideas on
the best way to get Butch?"

There was no answer; Kevin was already asleep.  I lay
there and listened to the even, relaxed sound of his
breathing.  I hoped he had found as much happiness as
I had.

                   (end of Part 5)
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