Date: Thu, 11 Nov 2004 10:31:32 +1100
From: iarwain7 <iarwain7@ains.net.au>
Subject: A Real Mouthful. Part Four.

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Well! This is the final section in the chronicles of Martin's hold over his
fellow students. Strangely enough, I think I detect an anticipation and
secret eagerness in all of them to follow his wishes. What do you think?


A Real Mouthful Part 4.

"OK you two! I've thought about how to make the rest of the semester break
interesting. I got the idea from one of Peter's stories so listen
carefully.  You already know about your half-hour practices and I'm going
to join you in those.  It'll work well with Reece there for me.  Now!
Here's the big thing, and you're going to work really hard for it too.
Instead of cock sucking like you did last time we'll have a riding
competition.  It starts today and you all have to ride each other.  You
have a starting score of six so that's two rides each.  Every time you
break my rules, the daily score will go up by one and it won't come down
again.  We'll get Reece to keep a book again with all the details.
Saturday is your free day when you don't have to do anything, and Sundays
are your special days with me but we'll change that around if we need to.
You'll have to put Reece's bed next to yours Peter because you're all be
sleeping together every night."

"What do you mean by special days Martin?"

"We'll be together all day for them Peter.  They'll start with your
half-hour test, then we'll be fitting in all the interesting ideas you
think of, and in the evenings we'll have a kind of show again, except it
will only be us four."

"Ideas?"

"Yes!  Every day you have to think of something interesting.  If it's not
good enough you get a penalty and your score will go up.  You can think it
out between you, and Reece can write it in the book each day.  If it's a
really good idea it could last for more than one day.  Like if you all said
you wanted to get nipple rings, then that would last for three days."

Peter and Giano were fairly quiet for the rest of the drive while they
thought over what Martin had told them.  At College they went to Martin's
room first to dump his gear and then made their way to Peter's.  When they
went in Reece jumped up from his desk with a worried look on his face.

"Martin!  I'm sorry I didn't come down to the cabin, but I just couldn't."

"Reece! You didn't have any choice so don't worry.  Peter kept the whole
nine of us happy and it all worked out well.  But aren't you pleased to see
us?"

"Um!  Yes!"

"Well get your clothes off then and give us all a hug."

Typical Martin!  Back for twenty seconds and Reece was being told to get
naked.  Peter saw Reece look at Giano and hesitate.  It only lasted a
moment before he took everything off in a great haste and wrapped himself
round Martin.

"That's good Reece!  Now give Giano a hug as well, but get all his clothes
off first."

Reece must have been wondering what Giano was doing there and how he fitted
in, but he soon had him nude and gave him a quick hug.

"Hey!  Act like you mean it Reece.  Hold him tight and make him happy."

Poor guy!  Peter could see how worried he was about Martin because his eyes
kept flicking back to him every couple of seconds.  His lean, pale body
stood out in sharp contrast to the Giano's dark, strong physique and the
thought popped into Peter's head that maybe getting him tanned all over
might be an idea Martin would like.

"Is he happy yet Reece?"

"Um!  A bit!  I hope so!"

"Use your mouth then.  I want to get going."

Reece didn't hesitate and Giano's beautiful boner was soon at full size and
glistening with Reece's saliva.

"Ok Giano! You do the same for Reece.  He's already halfway there so it
won't take much.  Join in Peter so I can get you all started."

Reece's puzzled look grew when his cock disappeared into Giano's mouth but
then the pleasure he was feeling quickly took the look off his face.

"Get the lube out Peter!  Good!  Now make a daisy chain.  Reece plug into
Giano and Peter into Reece.  Make this the second half-hour that you didn't
get this morning Peter.  But then you can shoot.  You'll have to, because
your riding score only counts when someone comes inside you.  When is the
last time you jerked off Reece?"

"The night before last Martin.  I thought you'd be back yesterday so I
saved up for you and then I saved up again last night."

"Well you have to last half an hour, but Peter and Giano will explain it
all to you."

Martin watched as they got themselves in motion.  Peter was very careful
when pushing himself into Reece, but he had no trouble and once they got
started Martin left.

"I'll see you all at seven o'clock tonight."

Reece's body felt great to touch and hold again, and Peter's cock liked
being back in its old home too.

"Slow down Reece!  You're not meant to come for half an hour."

"Half an hour?  I thought Martin meant we had to keep going for half an
hour.  He often used to do that with us."

He almost stopped moving at that and Peter had to show him the speed Martin
expected.

"Peter!  I can't do that!  I won't even last five minutes."

"We can swap positions as much as we like so that will let you recover a
bit."

Reece didn't even last ten minutes.  With three people it was even harder
than two and they quickly worked out that the person in the middle was the
only one who should move.  When they finished they sat on the bed and had a
long talk about everything that had happened.  Peter could tell that Reece
was starting to wonder how he'd fit in now that Giano was there, so he
rolled on top of him and gave him a big hug and kiss.

"Giano and I really like each other Reece, but you're not left out.  I've
told him how nice you are and I can tell he already likes you."

Giano joined in now, pushed Peter off and gave Reece another hug and kiss.

"Peter's right Reece!  It'll be the three of us against Martin, and I do
like you.  Look what's happening from lying on top of you."

"He's a jellyfish Reece and his cock jumps up even faster than yours.  Feel
how good it is."

"A jellyfish?"

Giano grabbed Reece's hand and held it on him.

"Yes!  If he's standing up when he comes his bones all turn to jelly and he
collapses in a heap."

Giano started tickling Reece and for a couple of minutes they were laughing
and wrestling.  Peter dived on top.  His dick was grabbed and then his
balls as well when they ganged up on him.

"Look at this giant thing Reece!  He wears me out with it all the time, but
with two of us we might be able to tame it."

There was a lot of laughter as counterpoint to the indignant noises from
Peter as they both dived on it and tried their taming techniques.

"It's impossible Giano. The more you try the bigger it gets."

"I know!  We'll tie it in a knot while it's soft."

"Hey!  Yes!  Leave it alone and if it goes down we'll have a go."

"It won't go down.  He's a sex fiend.  You saw the way he attacked us with
it when we were having an innocent little cuddle."

"Innocent!  Oh My God Reece!  If Martin hadn't taken charge, I'd still be
pinned down on the floor by his cock while he jellyfished all over me."

They carried on happily, cuddled together with Reece in the middle and
talked for over an hour about all sorts of things.  Reece wanted to know
what Martin had been like it and if he'd said much when only Peter could go
to the cabin.

"He hardly said anything Reece.  I think he's actually pleased that you
didn't go because it's his excuse to get you till the end of the semester
break.  He was different too.  Sometimes he'd be really friendly and then
he'd snap back to being tough.  Look at our ear studs.  They're really good
ones, and he paid for them both."

"What about his?  It's different to yours."

"Paul gave him that.  You'll meet Paul when he comes to stay.  Martin will
get us all to do stuff with him I'll bet.  Martin likes him but he won't
admit it.  You should have seen his face when Paul gave him the best stud
in the whole shop."

"He likes Paul?  Do you think Martin might be gay?"

"Of course he is.  He slept with me and Giano every night, and he loves
watching us do things.  How much do you want to bet he finds an excuse to
sleep here with the three of us and he'll be nude and have a boner all the
time.  Don't say anything though, or we'll be playing these games forever.
He likes to think he's the macho boss."

"Well he is!"

No one disagreed with that.

"Reece!  Come and have a swim with us while we do our training."

"I can't swim much."

"We'll help you then.  Come on!"

The pool was practically empty of people, and except for Martin and two
other guys they had it to themselves.  Martin was training so hard that
they didn't even get to speak to him and then he left not long after.
Reece was hopeless, but they showed him a few things and made him swim some
laps.  He soon stopped that, and mucked around till Peter and Giano
finished.  After their shower Reece drove them to a pasta restaurant when
they decided they wanted to eat together but away from college.  It was a
great meal but they had to rush when they realised it was half-past six.
Reece was the most worried, and they had to make him slow down in case they
got a speeding ticket.  At ten to seven they parked the car, raced to their
room, tossed all their clothes on a chair, grabbed each other's cocks and
started rubbing.  Their boners popped up nicely but Giano got the giggles,
which set Reece off and then Peter.  When Martin let himself in a couple of
minutes later they were still smiling and he wanted to know what was going
on.

"Nothing Martin!  We panicked when we thought we were going to be late and
nearly pulled each other's cocks off in the rush."

"Well you'd better not be late.  Now!  Did you last for your half-hour when
I left?"

"Martin!  It's impossible with three people at once.  We couldn't even last
half the time."

"I know!  You won't have to do it like that when I test you but it was a
good way to get Reece and Giano together.  Now!  How come you had Reece
with you while you were training today?"

"We're trying to persuade him to get a bit fitter."

"Well, when I saw him that's exactly what I thought too.  You've got a good
body Reece but you're not very fit are you?"

"No!"

"You're going to swim hard for at least half an hour every day, and Peter
and Giano are going running with you for half an hour as well. I'm
interested to find out if being fitter makes your cock work better. We'll
see how much you've improved when College starts.  How come you didn't wear
your proper costumes at the pool?  I left your speedos on the bench and you
didn't wear them."

"But you didn't tell us we had to."

"I hope I don't have to tell you everything.  It's put up your score for
tomorrow by one which means it will be eight."

"Eight? Don't you mean seven?"

"No!  It should be nine with the two penalties from your first test, but
you did such a good job with Paul that I'm letting you off one of them.
Aren't I generous?"

Martin pulled a notebook out of the carry-bag he'd brought with him, gave
it to Reece and explained all the details that had to go into it.  Next he
pulled out three pairs of light blue speedos.

"I had to go to four op-shops after I left swimming to get this stuff for
you guys.  Blue is a good colour for speedos don't you think?  Put them on
and let's see how they fit."

They were all about one size too small but since Martin had cut the linings
out again, they were still loose at the front.

"It's a good effect when you wear the white ones Peter, but they'd be too
much of a nuisance when you're training properly."

He reached into the bag again and this time it was running shorts.  The
same light blue one for Peter, another light blue pair for Giano and bright
red ones for Reece.

"I couldn't find another pair of light blue and it was hard enough getting
the sizes right."

Reece's looked really good on him but Giano was going to be embarrassed.
They were the new kind with the cutaway sides and since they were loose you
could see in behind them when the opposite leg pulled forward.  Normally
this wouldn't matter because you wore a jock that was a matching colour,
but Martin's rules meant you had to free-ball.

"Gosh!  I forgot the camera.  We'll do that tomorrow night and put the
pictures in the notebook.  What's today's riding score up to Reece?"

"Um!  I'm not sure.  Three that I know of."

"It's five Martin.  We haven't done anything extra this afternoon."

"Thanks Giano!  So who should you be with Reece?"

"Giano!"

"Good!  Away you go and I'll be with Peter.  We've got a quarter of an hour
and then I'm going to a movie."

As he was walking out the door he told Peter and Giano they could do what
they liked but Reece had to save himself.

"I'm going to get you working for me to night when we go to bed Reece."

As soon as Martin was gone they started complaining how Martin had been
unfair about the speedos, but Reece thought it out best.

"It doesn't matter what we think anyway, but I know what he's going to do.
It will be just like last time Peter.  By the end of the week he'll have us
plugging into each other and shooting off all day long like cuckoo clocks.
Don't you remember that day we had to suck each other six times to get our
numbers high enough?  I think he's going to make us do it even more than
that.  It won't matter how hard we try to please him.  He'll always have
some way of making the score go up."

"Oh My God!  You're right Reece.  We'd better buy tons of lube."

Giano started laughing.

"What?"

"I've got a picture in my head of three cuckoo clocks with little penises
popping out every hour."

Rheece started up now.

"They wouldn't be cuckoo clocks!  You'd have to call them cuckoo-cocks."

Peter rolled his eyes.

"You two are crazy."

"No we're not!  We're cuckoo."

This last comment of Giano's warranted an attack to keep him quiet, but
then they ganged up and said the monster was after them and Peter happily
let them hold him down while they kept it under control.  Giano said they
had to work out some ideas for Martin but Peter had already thought about
it.

"Our first idea should be the one Martin said."

"What?  Get our nipples pierced?  No way!"

"It's on his mind Giano!  Think how many times he's talked about it.  I
reckon he'll make us get it done anyway so we might as well get in first."

"Hey!  You're right.  He nearly made us get them that day in the shop with
Paul."

Reece didn't know what they were talking about so they explained how Martin
had got Paul's advice and even checked how different rings looked on them.

"Me with a nipple ring!  God!  And people will see it now that I have to do
this swimming.  But it's just the kind of thing he likes so I agree with
you."

Reece wrote it in the notebook as their first idea.

"He really liked that night you had to do the strip dance Peter.  Why don't
we work out something with us all in it?"

"Yes!  Good one Giano!  And how about we say we'll get Reece nice and
tanned?"

"That wouldn't work."

"It would if we say it's an all-over tan."

"Hey!  What about you guys?"

Peter grinned at him.

"That's exactly what Martin will say.  He'll reckon he's clever by making
us do the same and he might even let it count for three days like the
nipple rings."

"That's sneaky!  But it's a good thinking."

Giano came up with the idea of a nudist beach and Reece made it even
better.

"Let's say it's a secret idea and take him with us.  He'll be trapped and
have to join in himself."

"Reece!  You're a genius."

"Ha!  It sounds like I'm going to be a nude one though."

Reece jumped off the bed to organise the notebook but he was soon back and
they played a magnet game where they'd get stuck to each other.  Then they
played a tickling game, except it had to be sexy tickling.  Then it was a
tease the monster game, which lasted nearly half an hour to till the
monster lost control and spat all over Peter's chest.  Reece said he had a
junior monster which needed training, so there was more teasing, and more
spitting when Reece couldn't control it.  Giano's little monster got
jealous then, so he had to have a turn as well.  There was a quiet cuddly
time for a while and Peter felt great lying in the middle with hands
roaming gently over his body, toying with his cock and cupping his balls.

"Hey!  I've just had another idea for Martin.  What if we work out lots of
ways that the three of us can do stuff together and put on a show for him?
I could sketch them all in the back of the notebook so we remember them.
It'll be fun trying them too."

"Reece!  You're a genius!  He'll love it!"

"We could ask him to take photos of us too, he might pass that as another
idea if we call it a special portfolio or something."

"Reece!  What would we do without you?  How many more ideas do we need?"

Reece got the book out and figured the number of days.

"It depends on whether our suntan idea works as more than one day.  We need
three more ideas if he's generous or five if he's not."

Giano started grinning because he'd thought of a position for them and
Reece grabbed the notebook.

"We'll have to try all these positions before I write them down.  Giano you
bring the monster back to life while I get the lubrication and stuff."

Three hot boners were quickly throbbing and ready for action and they
started on Giano's position, which he called a 669.  Peter was lying
spooned behind Giano with his cock plugged in and steadily thrusting, while
Giano and Reece were 69ing.  Giano soon stopped them because it was getting
too much for him.

"Peter! You'll have to move really slowly.  You feel so good and with Reece
at the front it's a double whammy."

They quickly worked out to let Giano take the lead in how much movement and
after another ten minutes he got them to swap.

"You both have to have a turn in the middle to see how good it feels."

Reece took his place and after another quarter of an hour of keeping each
other going it was Peter's turn.  Martin came in as they were finishing
their supper and wanted to know what they'd been doing all night.  They
guided him into the bed, pulled his clothes off and were all over him.
Reece took his runners and socks, Peter his jeans and jocks, while Giano
removed his shirt.  As soon his he was bare Reece started sucking his cock
and Giano did the same for his nipples.

"We've spent nearly all night thinking about the ideas for you Martin, and
we want you to tell us if they're good enough.  We're going to make you
feel good first though."

This made him laugh, but Peter could see he was enjoying this treatment.

"What?  Aren't they very good ideas?"

As soon as Martin was stiff enough Peter climbed on top and with a quick
squirt of lubrication, eased himself down till Martin was right inside him,
started a slow but steady rocking movement, and massaged his chest muscles
at the same time.

"We think they are, and we know you'll like the first one.  We want you to
choose a nipple ring for each of us, but we're going to pay ourselves this
time."

Martin looked very surprised that this.

"Really?  You don't mind getting them?  You've spoilt my plans now, because
that was going to be your penalty if you couldn't keep up with the riding
score."

"Well!  We hope you'll follow Paul's advice and get really small ones,
because then we wouldn't mind leaving them in later on.  We'd like to get
one for you too because we saw how interested you were.  We reckon Paul
would choose a good one for you."

"Me wear one?  I'll have to think about that."

"So is that worth three days then?"

"I've already said that, and if I decide to get one it can be four."

They went through the ideas and Martin liked every one of them.  He said
exactly what Peter expected and made them all get a full tan, but then he
wouldn't let them have the secret one.

"Tell me what it is or it won't count and you'll still have to do it."

"We were going to have a picnic day and take you to a nude beach."

"Ha!  So you could trick me into being nude I suppose.  All right!  We'll
go, but I might take Johnno and the others and trick them.  Yes!  That will
be good!"  He loved the idea of the positions too and said it was worth two
days ideas for a two hour show, then wanted to know how many they had
already.

"Um!  Only one so far."

"One?  I can think of three or four straight off."

"So can we!  But we made a rule that we'd only count them if we'd tried
them out beforehand. Then we got stuck for an hour because we liked the
first one so much."

"An hour?  I want to see this."

Peter felt a pang of disappointment.  He wanted Martin's cock to stay
inside him.  In fact he wanted Martin to start telling him what to do.

"Not just yet though.  Peter's being such a good cock-rider he's going to
stay there.  Giano!  You do the same for Reece and we'll make this
interesting.  You two cock-riders, hey I like that, you used to be my
cock-suckers and now you're my cock-riders, you have to keep moving but
you're not allowed to let us shoot.  Giano make your movements in time with
Peter.  Reece you haven't come since I left have you?  We should be really
even."

There was a silent pause when no one wanted to say anything.

"You did?"

"I'm sorry Martin.  It wasn't my fault.  My cock took over and I couldn't
stop it."

Martin got the pleased smile again.

"No worries Reece.  It just means the score goes up by one tomorrow and if
you shoot before I do then you'll go up another one.  Giano! That means you
always have to move faster than Peter or else Reece has the advantage."

Peter had to stop moving while Giano got Reece boned up and then slid down
into place.  "Okay cock-riders!  Away you go!"

Peter started moving again, then watched as Martin directed Giano's speed.

"That's it Giano!  Now!  Don't go any slower than that or the penalty will
be the same."

Martin grinned.

"This is fun isn't it Peter?  Are you going to keep me going like I told
you?"

Feeling like he was letting Reece down, Peter said yes.  If he said no he
knew that he'd just get a penalty as well.  The look on Reece's face was a
mixture of pleasure and concentration and he tried to hold himself back but
he didn't have a hope.  His head went back, his eyes closed and his back
arched as he pumped into Giano.  This was Martin's signal to finish, and
now it was Peter who had to speed up.

Martin got everyone up at about seven the next morning.

"Come on!  We've got a big day ahead of us."

"What's happening?"

"Well!  You've got your half-hour practice which we'll do after we've had
something to eat.  Your score is up to ten, you've got training and running
in your new gear, we're going down to Paul's shop this morning and I've got
some stuff for you to do tonight."

"Paul's?  It's nearly an hour and a half drive to get there?"

"We're not going anywhere else after the way he's helped us so far."

Martin surprised them by joining in the half-hour practice and he slid into
Reece and kept going for ages, but then he stopped whenever he needed to.
In and out, in and out.  Peter's cock slid till his balls were squished
then slid back again till he nearly popped out. Martin was keeping his eye
on him and he suspected he'd get another penalty if he didn't do this
exactly the way Martin had directed. The long deep strokes and the pressure
on his balls was a wonderful feeling but it sure built his lust up quickly.
In and out, in and out, with every stroke a burst of pleasure.  Peter tried
so hard to keep going, that when he finally started pumping uncontrollably,
he was totally drenched with perspiration

"You didn't make it, but that was your best effort yet.  Giano lasted
longer and Peter only missed by three minutes."

After a quick shower they were on their way in Martin's car and at 9:30
Paul got a total surprise.  By 10:30 they were out of the shop and on their
way to the beach where all they were allowed to wear was their light blue
speedos.

"Martin do we have to keep walking up and down like this?"

"How else are people going to get a good look at your nipple rings and the
rest of you?"

They met Paul for lunch at 12 then at one o'clock the car headed for home
where Martin left them.

"Be at my room at seven o'clock and no shooting before then."

"But what about our score?  How will we get through it?"

"You could have done it in the car while we were travelling.  But don't
worry!  You'll finish it.  I'll make sure."

Reece was wrecked at the end of his run.  He flopped on his bed and said he
wasn't moving for the rest of the day.  When he took out a novel, Peter and
Giano went for another run and then they flopped as well.

Giano was the nervous one as they headed for Martin's room.

"What will we have to do Peter?  I keep wondering what he means by a
special night."

"He never tells us and he's never done the same thing twice yet."

When they knocked he must have been waiting, because the door opened almost
straightaway.

"Good!  Get your clothes off and I'll lock the door."

When Peter's clothes were all in a heap on the floor he wrapped his hand
around Reece's cock and started working it.

"Hey!  Do you want another penalty Peter?  All I said was get your clothes
off."

He was in his bossy mode and Peter got ready to listen hard to whatever he
said.

"It's catch up time for the penalties you've been getting.  Put your hands
behind your head and stand with your legs apart.  Don't say anything or
make any sounds unless I ask you something."

Oh my God!  He's going to do it thought Peter.  This was straight out of
the story Martin had mentioned the day they left the cabins.

"Peter!  You're first! Come here!"

Martin pulled all his clothes off, sat in a chair, and motioned Peter to
kneel in front of him.

"You've been breaking the rules haven't you Peter?"

Peter nodded then realised what he should have done.

"You know what game we're playing don't you?"

"Yes sir!"

"That's better!  So what should I do with you?"

"Give me a spanking sir!"

"Very good!  And what if you break the rules again?"

"More spanking sir!"

"How often?"

"Every night Sir!"

"And how do you want me to spank you?  With a cane or with my hand?"

"With your hand please sir!"

"So you'd like my hand on your butt would you?"

"Yes please sir!"

"How much spanking do you deserve?"

The story said a hundred hard whacks, but Peter wasn't going to say that.

"As much as you think I need sir!"

"I'm pleased with that answer.  Get yourself into position."

"Yes sir!"

Peter remembered the story well, and draped himself over Martin's lap with
his buttocks up in the air.  Poor Reece and Giano.  They must be finding
this hard to believe.

"You two!  Come and stand close so you can watch."

Reece and Giano moved forward but then had to go back again.

"I expect the proper response when I speak to you."

Reece understood straightaway and then Giano copied him.

"Yes sir!"

"Yes sir!"

"Giano! You stand behind Peter and make sure he's giving the right
response."

"Yes sir!"

Giano wouldn't have a clue what this meant and Peter knew he had to help
him.

"Sir!  May I have a private message with Giano?"

"Yes Peter!  The rules say you're allowed two private messages while you're
being chastised."

Chastised?  He must be remembering it nearly word for word.  When Giano
leaned down Peter spoke in a false whisper so that Reece could hear as
well.

"You have to hold our cocks together and give a squeeze or a rub every time
I get a smack."

Giano moved so he was kneeling behind Peter, then reached between his legs
and underneath, and with a bit of fiddling soon had both their cocks
together.  Martin's hands were resting on Peter's butt and he gave a quick
pinch.

"No crying or moaning or you get double the treatment!  Understand?"

"Yes sir!"

Peter steeled his muscles, expecting a powerful and painful whack.  He
hardly felt it.  There was a slight sting and that was it.

"I mustn't be hitting hard enough!  I didn't get much reaction."

This was different to the story.  Martin was asking for a reaction, so
Peter gave it with the next smack and jerked his hips down as if he was in
pain.

"That's better!  I can tell this is painful for you."

With every little sting, Peter pushed his hips down and up in an
exaggerated escape reflex.  With Giano's hand and Martin's body in close
contact, his boner built very quickly and he could feel Martin's as well.

"Do you think he's getting the message Giano?"

"Yes sir!  It's having a very strong effect on him."

That was for sure.  His cock was wanting things to go faster now and he
wondered how to make this happen.

"Please sir!  Not so fast!  The pain is coming too quickly."

"You take orders, not give them Peter.  I'll have to go faster now."

He sped up and the smacks became a little harder as well.  Peter wasn't
sure if they really were harder or if his backside was getting more
sensitive, but he started humping faster and faster anyway.  Martin's cock
was hard as a rock and just when Peter's balls started to tighten the
smacking stopped and Martin's juice splattered everywhere.  Everything
stopped.  Giano had to stand up, with Peter next to him while Reece used a
hand towel to clean up Martin.

"That's enough for me!  It hurts me more than it hurts you when I do this
Peter."

Another line from the story.

"Now I want you to administer the same punishment to Giano and then he can
do it to Reece.  Five minutes each and no messes.  Turn round Peter!  Yes!
A nice rosy blush!  I want the same on Giano and Reece.  What does it feel
like?"

Peter turned round while the others examined the state of his backside.

"It feels kind of warm and tingly."

"Did it hurt?"

"Well it's stings a bit with each slap but not really.  You had me worried
Martin, because in the story they were really hard whacks."

Did you like it?"

"Yes!  I did!"

"Tell me why!"

"I think it was because we were so close together and you were bossing me."

"Is that all?"

Peter wasn't going to say the next bit, but now he wondered if Martin knew
somehow.

"Um!  It was the first time out cocks have rubbed together.  I didn't want
it to stop."

"Good!  Now you can start on Giano."

While this was happening Martin got the digital camera out to make sure the
rosy blushes were recorded.

"Hands behind your heads, feet apart and standing next to each other for
your photo.  That's it!  Now!  Every time you get a new penalty you
administer a spanking to each other.  Hey!  I do like that word.  Now!
Show me that position you were talking about last night.  Make it last for
about fifteen minutes, and all try and shoot at the same time."

When they were finished they had a drink and then Giano had to lie down on
the mattress with the night mask over his eyes.

"Just relax with your hands behind your head Giano, and don't move.  It's
going to be nice for a while and then there's a surprise for you."

Peter had to kneel beside him and suck his cock.

"Keep him happy the whole time Peter."

After about five minutes he produced a can of shaving cream and a safety
razor, which Reece had to use to shave Giano's pubes and balls.  Giano went
all tense just before Reece started and Peter grabbed his hand to let him
know he'd be all right.  Giano told them later that he'd heard the rattling
sound when Reece shook the can and thought he was going to be
spray-painted.  Peter had to keep sucking the whole time while the cream
was massaged in, while the razor moved slowly and carefully, and while the
whole area was sponged and dried clean.  It must have been a really weird
feeling.

"Finish him off Peter!  And tickle his balls, they must be feeling really
sensitive."

Soon Peter felt Giano's balls scrunch up and then he was gulping down the
juice which flowed into his mouth.  Martin removed the night mask.  When
Giano recovered from his orgasm, he always took a few moments to gather his
thoughts then he sat up and stared at himself.

"Oh my god Martin!  How will I go to swimming training with the team.  If
they find out I'll be stirred forever.  You know what will happen.  They'll
be hiding all my clothes while I'm in the shower and making me show
everyone.  I'll have to stop swimming."

"No you won't!  Peter had the same thing about a month ago and no one
noticed.  What did you do Peter?  "

"I was worried too Giano, but I just wear my speedos while I'm having my
shower, then have my towel wrapped around me while I'm taking them off.
There's a few of the shy guys who do that all the time and no one takes any
notice."

Giano looked a bit happier and now he had to have his photo taken.

"Peter!  Have a good feel of him for the camera.  That's it!  Hold his cock
up so his balls show out more.  Now Reece, you get behind him then reach
through and tug his balls down."

The camera set to work again and they had to pose in the running shorts and
then the special speedos.  After this Martin went to his carrier bag and
produced three packages.

"Okay!  Put these on and we'll see how well they work.  I saw them at the
adult shop when I was looking for ideas."

The Ball-Boss it said on the packet, and after some fiddling to get them on
right, three sets of balls were held by these fancy restraints.  There were
two small loops, one at the front and one underneath their balls, and in
each packet was a long piece of soft cord with a sliding fastener.  Martin
was reading an instruction sheet from one of the packets.

"This is interesting!  Come here Reece!"

Martin tied the end of the cord round Reece's big toe and slid the fastener
till there was no slack.

"Keep your legs straight.  Okay!  Start walking!"

With every step, Reece's balls bobbed up and down.  When his leg was bent
the pressure released and when it straightened they were tugged down.

"It doesn't hurt does it?  Good!  We'll leave it on while Peter and G. try
the next idea."

Martin fed the cord through the two underneath loops then pulled on the
cord and slid the fastener along.  It pulled Peter's balls outwards,
upwards, and closer and closer to Giano's, till they were pressing lightly
together.

"Reece!  Put a CD on and they can have a dance together."

They wrapped their arms round and held each other close.  It actually felt
good and Peter soon had a boner, as with every movement their balls moved
and pressed together.  The biggest effort was not to move in different
directions.  Martin stopped the music halfway through the track and
released them.

"I can't wait to try this next idea.  Giano!  Down on all fours!  Lube him
up and get into him Peter.  This should work best with your long cock."

With the cord through the front loop on Peter and the back loop on Giano,
they were effectively stuck together.  Reece had to adjust it so there was
no tension when Peter was pushed right in.  Of course he had to start
riding and every time he pulled out both sets of balls got tugged.

How far out can you come Peter?"

It turned out to be just over half way and then they were both complaining.

"That's neat!  Next time I tell Peter to stay plugged in and he doesn't,
you can do it this way.  I'll have to think of a way to stop you undoing
them, that's all."

They had to try a few more things but then they took the restraints off.
Martin knew they didn't really like them.

"Okay!  Time for a shoot off.  Make a daisy chain with Giano at the front
and Peter in the middle."

Martin sat on a chair with Giano sucking on his cock.

"Peter!  You do the moving and don't stop.  You're not allowed to shoot
before I do.  It's an extra point on your score if you do."

It was rigged.  First Reece and then Peter gave in to the pleasure before
Martin allowed Giano to finish him off.  Martin got some supper and that
was the end of the night.  He looked pleased with himself as he reminded
them that their score for Sunday was now twelve.

"And don't forget that I'll be in at seven o'clock in the morning to give
you that special test."

The next day was their free-day and they all said there'd be no sex.

"It feels like that's all I've done since you came down to the cabin
Peter."

Total mistake!  On Sunday morning they'd built up so much pressure they had
no hope of lasting for a half-hour and the whole three of them got a
penalty point.  For the rest of the week Martin checked them out each
morning and read the notebook to see their details but otherwise left them
alone.  With the score at fifteen they had to shoot five times a day each,
and though they all complained, they enjoyed working out a routine which
gave them the most fun.  By the time they'd done the swim, gone for a run
and found a place to sunbake in the nude, a great deal of the day was used
up.  The evenings were reserved for sex.  For the next five nights they
spend about four hours with their cocks plunging in and out of each other
as they practised and experimented with all the positions they could think
of.  When they were soft they wrestled, cuddled, laughed or just lay close
together till they built up again and their cocks were ready for another
round.  On Friday evening, and while Giano was sucking his cock, Martin
told them not to have any sex the next day.

"We'll swap your test to Monday morning or you'll be useless like last
time."

At 11 p.m. on Saturday night Peter was lying in bed between Reece and Giano
with a gigantic boner, which he wasn't game to touch.  Giano grabbed it
once but Peter stopped him.

"It really does want to attack you Giano, but I couldn't stop it if it got
started and you know Martin is going to ask us if we followed his rules."

So there they were, the three of them lying on their backs, stiff as pokers
and not able to do anything about it.
 Martin woke them in the morning with instructions for the day.

"I've thought about your control day at the cabins Peter and we're going to
do it properly.  Remember when everyone had to keep giving you a boner?
Well!  I'm going to allow you a quarter of an hour for each one.  It's 7
a.m. now and I'll be back at 7:30 this evening. That comes to fifty boner's
each.  We'll make it forty-five so you've got some gaps if you need them.
It has to be a proper boner, hard and tight, before you can let it go down
again and you're not allowed to shoot."

No one could say anything.  Was he really serious?

"What's wrong?"

"Forty-five times?  Martin!  We'll probably go crazy.  What happens if we
lose control?"

"I'll give you a choice.  The three of you put on a show for Johnno, Mark,
Ryan and Bill, or we have an extra week when college starts.  If you don't
think you can do it by yourselves then I'll supervise for you, but that
will cost you two more points on your riding score.  The fun will really
start at 7:30 tonight."

Martin gave them a few more rules and answered a couple of questions then
left.

"Peter!  Is this another idea out of those stories on your computer?"

"Um!  Sort of!  Just as well he's changed it, because it's worse in the
story."

"Worse?"

"Yes!  It was a competition for five hours and the two guys who lost had
their heads shaved bald."

"Oh my God!  Do you think he'll do that if we don't get the full number?"

"We'll make it Reece.  We won't give him the chance."

They were all worried about this though, so they spent the next hour giving
each other as many boners as they could.  Peter managed seven and the
others nine.  Peter took longer to get hard but his biggest problem was
getting soft again.  They slowed down now because they realised they'd be
able to do this, and by midday they'd all build their totals almost to
thirty.  They couldn't do any more because one of Martin's rules said they
had to have at least two boner's every hour.  They made their 45 easily and
after a good meal at the college cafe they waited for Martin who came in
right on time.

"Whoo!  Look at this!  Three horny cocks that can't wait to get at each
other.  Let's get you going then.  Peter!  Let's see how ready you are?"

He held out the circle and watched Peter humping back and forth.

"What's it feel like when I make you do that?"

"I love it Martin and I always wish you wouldn't let go!"

With a laugh Martin gave a hard squeeze then let go.

"Do your job Peter!"

Peter wasn't quite sure which job, but a nod of the head told him what to
do.  He dropped Martin's jeans and jocks, took his cock into his mouth and
gently tugged on the bulging ball sack.  Martin's cock grew quickly and in
a few moments he pumped his normal huge load into Peter's mouth.  As
always, he held Peter's ears to keep him sucking while his cock gradually
softened.  His hand rested on Peter's hair next.

"You're the best Peter!  Basically you know what happens next but here's
how.  Giano and Reece will lie down next to each other and you have keep
them going for an hour and a half.  If either of them gets soft it's a
point to your riding score and we'll have a repeat day when College
starts. Take them to the edge, turn by turn, but they mustn't shoot till
the times up.  You know their cocks so well by now that there's no excuse.
You'll make it interesting and then it will be your turn."

Somehow Peter managed it.  For the whole hour and a half he went from one
cock to the next, teasing, sucking, exciting, till Reece was begging him to
keep going, then leaving him frustrated while he played with the head of
Giano's cock, traced his fingers along it and manipulated the orbs in their
smooth sack till it was Giano who was pleading him not to stop.  After half
an hour Martin restrained their hands into a comfortable position.  Reece
was quieter but he was the first to start humping his cock into Peter's
hand as soon as it was held.  Giano was making all sorts of noises.  With
his legs bent back and his hips pushed high he looked so erotic that Peter
wanted to dive on him.  His stomach was slippery from the steady flow of
pre-cum and Peter had to work with a slow and careful touch and judge
exactly the right moment to leave him.  When the time was up Peter still
worked slowly.  Reece closed his eyes and pumped his cock into Peter's hand
till he came with a long stream of juice, followed by his normal squirts.
Giano's body kind of quivered and his back arched up till his first jets
shot into the air, then he collapsed while jet after jet flew past his head
and weakened till the last few dribbles mingled with the dampness on his
stomach.

"Holy Hell Peter!  You did a fantastic job with them.  I've never heard of
anyone who can handle a cock like you do.  Giano looks like he turned
himself inside out.  Okay you two!  It's your chance to pay Peter back.  I
bet you haven't shot like that very often.

Peter nicked into the toilet.  He didn't want to worry about needing a
leak.  Last time this was done to him there were nine different guys trying
their ideas.  This time there were only two, but they were the two guys who
knew all the special tricks and movements which would affect him the most.
His cock varied between hard and super hard almost the whole time, and if
they couldn't touch it for a while they'd hold his balls, nipple-tickle, or
any of the other things they knew that gave him special sensations.  For
the last half-hour he was frantic for Martin to let them finish him off.
His cock felt like it wanted to burst and when he finished he lay
completely exhausted, not caring one bit about whatever Martin was saying.
Suddenly noticing that it was very quiet, he opened his eyes.  Two bodies
landed on him and some serious tickling shocked all of the lethargy out of
him.

"Bullies!  Murderers!  Sadists!  I don't want to move!"

"Ha!  After what you did to us Peter?  That's a joke!"

"Where's Martin?"

"He's gone!  He said if we have one more ride each that will be enough,
because he's so pleased with what we've done today."

In the morning Martin woke them for their half-hour test and for
twenty-nine minutes their cocks plunged steadily in and out, in and out.
They all failed again.

"Only one-minute Peter!  You've still got five days of practice so I reckon
you'll be able to make it.  What time are you doing your swimming and
running today?  I want to check up on Reece to see if he's improving much."

When they met at 10 o'clock Martin swam alongside Reece for half an hour,
then told him he was too slow.

"Martin that's not fair!  He couldn't even last for one length of the pool
when he started."

Martin accepted that this was really a great improvement and then wanted to
see him diving.

"Diving?  Was I meant to do that?"

"No!  But you can from now on."

Reece was hopeless, which made Martin smile.

"Okay!  10 minutes each day!  You can all do it together so that Peter and
Giano can teach you."

Curses!  Their plan was spoiled.  While they were swimming their speedos
weren't obvious, and they had their towels close by to wrap around
themselves as soon as they got out.  He'd noticed, and this was his way of
embarrassing them.

"Make it twenty dives each day.  Half from the edge and half from the low
board."

Every time they climbed out, the water moulded their speedos to the shape
of their cocks, and since it took longer than ten minutes to finish
everyone in the place was certain to notice.  With his running, Reece could
manage the whole half hour now without stopping but Martin just told him to
get faster.  The first four or five days had been really hard for him but
his body quickly adapted and now he wasn't totally wrecked when he
finished.  He was really pleased with himself in fact, because he hadn't
thought he'd be able to cope.  For the rest of the week they thought about
their cocks, used their cocks and had to shoot six times every day.
Tuesday was a typical day.  At seven o'clock in the morning Peter pushed
his cock into Giano and did the in and out, in and out for five minutes
before they swapped.  After another five minutes they swapped again and the
wonderful feeling of Giano's chute teased the nerves in Peter's cock more
and more.  With each swap it was harder to keep going and eventually they
couldn't.  Martin was always there and he'd always make Reece shoot.  Score
three.  After swimming and running in the morning they'd have another
session.  Peter's cock would slide so easily into Reece who would then
contract around him.  With no rush but no holding back either, his cock
would continue sliding while the tingling built till his balls sent another
burst of jism on its way.  Score six when the others had their turn.  Hop
into Reece's car and head off for some lunch and then look for a place to
spend half an hour nude in the sun and having a third session.  Peter's
cock, rigid and swollen from teasing by Reece's tongue, pushed eagerly into
Giano again.  A fast one this time because they wanted to see a movie.
Pushed, pushed, pushed, while Giano shoved back till Peter squeezed with
his arms, squeezed with his groin and then relaxed against Giano.  Score
nine when Reece and Giano took their turn.  No more sex till about 8 p.m.
They liked to look on this as their own time together.  -a private time.
They were still quite new to each other really, and it was a special chance
to learn and experiment with their own ideas.  As far as Peter was
concerned this three to four hours of sex activities was great, and he knew
the others felt the same.  He could fit his cock in wherever he wanted to
and there were two other interesting cocks to play with and keep happy as
well.  Giano had a lively imagination and kept everyone laughing and happy
and then at other times they'd lie close, just enjoying being together.
The three rides each they needed to make Martin's score were easy to fit in
and they took whatever time they wanted to build and then climax.  Peter's
best thing was for himself to be inside Giano in their favourite position,
while Reece was riding him from behind.  Sometimes Martin would come in and
get his cock sucked, mostly by Peter, or go for a ride, as he always called
it, which was nearly always with Reece, but tonight he didn't turn up.

The next few days were really busy.  On Wednesday they enjoyed an afternoon
at a nude beach and Peter was surprised to find that he wasn't embarrassed
at all.  They were wrong about Martin too, because he stripped off without
a thought and enjoyed the sun and surf as if he was at an ordinary beach.
On Thursday night they put on their position show and on Friday night
Martin turned up at 7:30 p.m.  He watched for half an hour, got Peter to
give him a blow job, then left with a strong warning for them all to save
their energy the next day.  Giano was puzzled.

"What does he mean by that?  Just lie around and do nothing?"

"He's said it to us before G.  It means we mustn't shoot because he's got
something big planned for us."

The three friends talked about it and all agreed they should do what Martin
suggested.  Giano pretended to be pleased.

"Hey Reece!  Just imagine!  A monster-free day."

"Wow!  You're right G!  What a relief!  No frightening attacks for a whole
day.  No having to worry it's going to come out our mouth when he rides
us."

"No getting filled up like the Hoover Dam with monster-juice."

"You feel like that?  Me too!  I keep thinking I must be pregnant when it
fills me up like that."

"Pregnant?  Oh my God!  Think what our babies would be like Reece.  We'd
have to have double size nappies to hold their cocks in."

"They'd be quiet baby's though."

"They would?"

"Well they wouldn't need dummies would they?  Their dicks would be so long
they could suck on those instead."

"Hey Reece!  That must be why Peter's so good at it.  He started when he
was a baby."

They laughed as the owner of the monster got ready to murder them.  Peter
captured Giano first and sat on his stomach, but Reece got behind him and
pulled him backwards till his head was at Giano's feet.  Giano sat up and
soon it was Peter who was held down with one body on his stomach and
another sitting on his thighs.  He couldn't help laughing when these two
went into their monster taming act, and the monster loved it all as well.
Funnily enough, the more they tried to tame the monster, the wilder it got
and soon they all agreed that taking it for a ride was the only way to calm
it down.  Two more monsters now demanded taming as well and between them it
took nearly half an hour of energetic and enjoyable riding activities to
get this finished.

The next day was wonderful.  Reece informed them in the morning that they
were spending the day at the nudist beach and they arrived a bit after 10
in the morning with enough supplies of food and drink to last them all day.
They swam, lazed in the sun, walked along the beach, talked, relaxed,
wrestled and took Reece through his training.  Peter kept smiling and
looking at Giano and Reece, thinking how good they looked, Giano with his
strong deeply tanned body and flashing smile, Reece with his new soft tan
and smooth fine skin.  In the water they were all over each other, mucking
around and laughing at each other's antics.  On the beach they stirred each
other about the looks they we getting with Peter copping it most about his
big cock.  They did their own looking as well, making a game of describing
the different guys around them.  In the late afternoon they had a last
swim, gathered their gear and left.  They settled on hamburgers at a beach
cafe for their meal and then drove back to college.  After a shower they
were soon snuggled in bed together, all agreeing on an early night.  There
was more laughter and teasing because they were all extra horny, but after
some sneaky touches and supposedly accidental pokes with their cocks, the
day's activities caught up with them and sent them to sleep.

"Stand next to each other."

It was eight 'o clock on Sunday morning and Martin had them lined up in
front of him.

"Work on each other's boner's while I tell you today's rules.  We're going
to start with our normal half-hour practice first.  What's wrong G.?"

"Um!  It's going to be hard after not doing anything all day yesterday
Martin.  We were all horny as anything last night."

Martin was pleased at this.

"Yes!  That's exactly why I'm getting you to do it.  I want to see if
you're learning to control yourselves the way you're meant to.  I've got a
special penalty lined up if you don't do well enough.  Now!  First rule.
They always has to be someone with a boner.  Second. Someone has to shoot
every half-hour.  Third.  You all have to be in on it when the person
shoots."

Martin stopped talking and watched while this information sank in.

"Every half an hour?  How long do we have to do this for?"

"You'll probably be finished by midnight, but that depends if you do it
properly."

"Martin!  We can't do that.  We'll never last."

"Well!  You know what will happen if you don't, but I reckon you will.  You
actually get one and a half hours each before you have to shoot again and
that's a fair bit of recovery time.  I've worked it out at ten rides each."

Ten rides!  They all stared at him.  Peter wondered if it was possible.
They were each doing six rides a day for their score at the moment so maybe
it was.  Then he thought about the half-hour practice."

"Martin!  If we have to do our half-hour at the start you know how much it
will drain us out.  Can't we do that some other time?"

"Hmm!  I suppose so.  All right!  If you come up with a good enough deal
I'll agree."

The deal ended up with the time being extended to 35 minutes, with no
shooting the day before Martin tested them.

"We'll make the test next Saturday morning to give you a chance to do some
more practice.  Do you agree with that?"

They all agreed.  There was nothing else to do.

"Peter!  You can start the day off for us.  Slide into G. after you've got
him ready and shoot your first load.  Reece!  You play with Giano's cock
and keep him hard."

Giano settled on his back and in moments Peter was pumping steadily into
him.  Every stroke went deep and every withdrawal took him almost right
out. This was what Martin expected.  All of that long day the three friends
worked their cocks, pumping load after load into each other and putting on
the show that Martin demanded.  Apart from a half-hour break for some
hamburgers at lunchtime and again for pizzas in the evening, he kept them
busy with activity after activity, demonstrating all the positions they
used for the show on Thursday night, shaving each other's pubes and balls
smooth and then for more shock value, their legs, arms, buttocks and
stomachs.  They had to have tickle sessions, which nearly drove them crazy
and they had to go through the spanking routine with each other as well.
Every single thing was captured on the digital camera from every angle with
hundreds of photos, which they all had to help take.  Every time the memory
card was filled, it was downloaded to the computer so another 60 high
quality shots could be taken.  Every half-hour one of them would start a
ride, and as the day wore on the length of their rides gradually increased.
By the end of the evening they were using all the tricks and techniques
they'd discovered to help each other finish and there were cheers and
smiles as each one managed to shoot in turn.  Reece took almost the whole
half hour for his last time and only made it by slamming frantically while
Peter squeezed as tight as he could and Giano massaged his prostate at the
same time.  At 20 past 11 Giano collapsed, exhausted, with his cock jammed
inside Reece.  Peter squished them both down underneath him and held them
in a happy and excited hug.  Martin watched then sent them to the bathroom
for a cleanup and shower.  They were all tired but their spirits were high
and Giano kept hugging everyone.

"Wow!  We did it guys!  I didn't think we could.  Reece!  You were amazing!
You tried so hard."

"What about Peter?  He tried hard too."

"Ha!  He's got the monster.  He doesn't have to try."

A laugh and a hug followed this, and then they towelled themselves dry."

Back in the room there was a surprise.  Martin was holding a bottle of
champagne and Peter had to open it.

"Go on Peter!  Let's see if you can shoot just one more time."

Peter popped the cork, making sure it pointed at Martin, then filled the
glasses.  Martin handed the drinks out and said this was for their amazing
performance for the day.

"I really didn't think you'd be able to make it, and then I'd have a reason
to book you up for another week at the cabin when college finishes.  Don't
worry though!  I'll find another reason to make you do that."

He laughed and held his glass up.

"Just stirring!  You know I'll keep my word.  Here's to the two hundred and
twenty-one rides and here's to the best cock-suckers and cock-riders in
College."

He drank half his glass and then laughed even more.

"Go on!  Drink it down!  You know it's true!  Peter!  You liked everything
I've made you do and you can't deny it.  Reece!  You told me you've wanted
to do stuff with Peter all year.  And Giano!  You said the same thing at
the cabin.  So, all of you drink it down."

Arms lifted while the drinks were quaffed and then there was silence while
everyone wondered what would happen next. Martin broke it with a laugh.

"I'll see you in the morning when I come to help you with your half hour
practice. Peter! You stay for a while so I can see if there's any life left
in your balls."

Peter stood with his balls resting on Martin's outstretched hand while
Reece and Giano dressed and left. Martin started a very gentle massage and
tugging then grinned when he saw the results his actions produced.

"Look at that! Didn't I get you to do enough today Peter?  No! I'm
stirring. You've done your day's work. I'm letting you know that I'll be
dropping in tomorrow night, so be there."

"Do we have to do more stuff?"

Martin didn't say any more and just pointed at Peter's clothes then watched
him dress and leave.

At 7:30 the next night there was a knock on the door and all eyes turned to
Martin when he let himself in. Peter had told Reece and Giano what Martin
had said and they'd talked it over all day trying to come up with an idea
about what it meant.

"Peter is coming with me tonight, so just go on by yourselves.  You'll see
him in the morning."

The tone was very definite, and Peter, feeling he had no choice, stood up
reluctantly.  He followed Martin to his room and at the sound of the door
being locked he automatically stripped nude.  Surprisingly Martin did the
same and Peter's mind shifted into a cautious mode.  Normally, Peter or one
of the others would have to do this for him, and this was a slightly
unnerving change.  Martin watched for a moment then beckoned him closer.
Peter stopped right in front of Martin.

"Closer!"

They couldn't get much closer without touching, so Peter moved till his
chest was slightly grazing against Martin's and felt goose-bumps rise where
they were lightly in contact.

"Closer!"

The only option left was to press himself against Martin.  The goose-bumps
changed to heat, where chest, thighs and groin now merged.

"Put your arms round and don't let go!"

As soon as Peter did this he felt Martin's hands do the same round his
lower back and then they stood there.  Peter's certain reaction was to
start stiffening and gradually he felt his cock pressing harder and harder
against Martin's balls.  At the same time his own balls were being pressed
by Martin.  God!  This was turning him on.  He was so hard now that it was
uncomfortable.  Martin eased the pressure on Peter's back and Peter took it
as a signal to do the same.  For a second their bodies parted, their cocks
sprang upright, and then they were pressed together again.  Martin held him
without saying a word, and Peter wondered if he was meant to do anything.
He tried a small movement, which mashed his balls tighter against Martin's
and slid his cock enough to give a small burst of friction.  Martin made a
murmur of agreement so Peter kept going.  With each push the thrill of sex
sent its charge, pumping Peter and making him want more.  They stayed like
this and Peter's sense that Martin was acting differently grew even
stronger.  How long was this going on for?  Was it yet another game where
his cock was going to be teased all night without shooting?  The feeling
grew that Martin was waiting for something.

"Um!  What do you want me to do Martin?"

"It's your night tonight Peter!"

"My night?  What do you mean?"

"This could be the last time you're here.  You've done every single thing
I've told you and kept all our agreements even when I didn't think it was
possible.  I'll keep them too, so that means you'll be free when college
starts.  Tonight it's your turn to be in charge and I'll do whatever you
want except let you ride me."

For an instant Peter wondered if he could be hearing right but then words
sprang out almost like a reflex.

"Hold my cock Martin.  I've always wanted your hand to make me feel good."

Peter sighed with the pleasure from Martin's hand as it squeezed and
explored and then he spoke to Martin for several minutes.

"Are you sure Peter?"

They were grinning at each other now.

"Yes Martin!  And if I beg you to do something you have to do that too!"

There was a sudden change in the tone of Martin's voice which caused an
effect like static electricity to prickle through Peter's brain.

"That's enough talk!  Tell me what you want!"

"I want your cock!"

"You can't think of anything else can you?  Well do you know what I'm going
to do?  You're going to get it shoved as far as it will go. What do you
think of that?"

"You'll be easy on me won't you?"

"Easy?  That's not what you want, and it's not what you're going to get!
You've got one minute to fill yourself with lube and be on your back with
your legs spread wide and waiting.  Look how ready I am.  I'm going to wear
you out tonight."

As soon as Peter was on his back, Martin plunged to the hilt.  Peter
wrapped his legs round Martin who laughed and pushed harder.

"Why are you holding me with your legs Peter?  You can't get enough of my
cock can you?  Well you'll be happy tonight because it's going to fill you
with come.  Tell me how much you want it."

"All night please Martin."

"Well that's what you'll get."

He did some strong pumping which jerked Peter's whole body then stopped and
grabbed Peter's cock.

"Look at this!  It's big enough for two hands at the same time.  Do you
want me to give it a good workout?"

"Yes please Martin!"

"Is that all you can say?  I think I'll tie your balls up and stop you from
coming all-night."

"No!  Work it hard Martin!  My cock's been dying for you to do whatever you
want."

There was no game about that statement.  The only time that Martin really
touched Peter's cock was when he made the circle with his fingers, and now
both hands were busy at work, one on the base and the other on the head.
Peter started gasping almost immediately.  Martin wasn't being rough, but
he certainly wasn't being gentle either.  His gasps turned to involuntary
grunts because now Martin was using his own cock again.  With each plunge
he was using his hands at the same time to squeeze and rub.  These powerful
movements brought Peter to a peak in no time at all and when his muscles
tensed in preparation for his orgasm Martin started groaning as well.

"Oh My God!  Hold it tight like that when you finish.  Hell!  This is too
much!  You're my cock-pleaser."

Peter shot then clenched on Martin's cock for another thirty seconds till
Martin also tensed, and while pushed in to the limit, made the instinctive
efforts to go even further that Peter had learned was his shooting pattern.
They both relaxed for a breather, Martin's cock made the same slow
self-pleasuring movements as when he was being sucked.  Peter jerked in
response when Martin squeezed his cock head and spread the slippery juice.

"Please!  Martin I'm too sensitive when I've just come.  It's like
torture."

"Is it Peter?  Well don't try and get away then."

It was the most exquisite torture, and Peter squirmed and wriggled with
every rub of Martin's thumb.  Each time Peter stopped his wriggling
Martin's hand twisted and played with the semi-rigid shaft.  He'd watch
Peter's face and then the grin would come, his thumb would make the tiniest
move to grab Peter's attention and then away he'd go with the head teasing
for a prolonged burst.  Gradually the super-sensitivity went away, but
Peter pretended it hadn't so that Martin would keep playing.

"Open your mouth Peter!"

Martin stuck a couple of his juice-covered fingers in, explored inside
Peter's mouth and made him keep sucking.

"Pretend they're my cock."

As Martin's fingers touched his tongue, pulled on his teeth and probed the
inside of his cheeks, an erotic surge rushed through Peter's body,
recharging his boner and getting a laugh from Martin.  Peter tightened his
groin and humped against Martin to let him know that his cock was ready for
more attention, then made some happy sounds when Martin's free hand took
hold.  Peter's fingertips travelled eagerly over Martin's back and sides,
enjoying the warm, smooth sensations.  Martin removed his fingers and
surprised Peter by lowering his head to give him a full-on mouth-to-mouth
kiss.  This was another first, and sensing uncertainty, Peter put his hands
into Martin's hair, held him in place, and took the full initiative in
showing him what to do.  The dominance game was set aside for twenty
minutes while Martin's knowledge and enjoyment grew.

"Wow!  Thanks Peter!  This is how Giano and Reece feel with you all the
time isn't it?"

"Yes!  But it's not the same.  I've always thought about you.  I've wanted
you to do stuff to me for over two years now."

"Two years?  You've been wanting things to happen all that time?"

Peter couldn't answer.  His mouth was invaded, his cock was played with and
Martin's restored boner started pumping again.  The game was on again and
Martin sat up.

"You love my cock, so now you're going to get it."

"Please Martin!  Not too hard!"

"It'll be as hard as I like and you'll love every minute of it.  Try this!"

He pulled himself almost out, poised himself ready, and supported his body
by resting his hands on Peter's pecs.  Watching Peter all the time, he made
a couple of slow probes then slammed himself in and out six or seven times
with so much force that Peter's body bounced on the bed springs.

"Beg for it Peter!"

"More please Martin!  I want you to pound me."

"That's better!"

Martin now started a steady and powerful action which set them bouncing
again.  Peter adjusted the angle of his body so that his prostate got a
buzz every time Martin's cock rubbed past it and the pleasure built till he
was moaning and gasping.  Martin kept pounding but grabbed the head of
Peter's cock and gave it an almost painful squeeze.

"Don't shoot till I tell you Peter, because I'm going to keep going for
ages yet."

He couldn't.  He had to stop often to cool down and when he did this he
jerked on Peter's cock, rubbed his nipples, or if they were both overheated
he'd relax his body against Peter's and kiss for a while.  Then he'd start
his powerful thrusting again.  Peter couldn't get over how strong Martin
felt.  Martin was bigger than him and his muscles were more solid and
developed.  Wham!  He built up speed again and forced himself in as far as
he could, pushing Peter down into springs of the mattress with each thrust
of his hips.  He started his own sounds of pleasure now, and Peter listened
to him give a muted yell when he started shooting for the second time.

"Oh my God!  That feels so good!  Don't move!"

Peter lay still with Martin's cock stuffed deep inside him.  It was only
moving very slowly now and instead of pulling out, it felt like Martin was
trying to push further and further in.  As his passion subsided his
movement lessened till he stopped altogether and lay with his body pressed
against Peter with all his muscles relaxed.  He was obviously enjoying this
situation, because he hardly moved for five minutes.  By then his cock had
gone soft and it slipped out, leaving Peter with an empty feeling.  He got
up, grabbed Peter's cock, dragged him to the bathroom for a good clean up,
then dragged him back to the bed again.

"Lie on your back and spread your legs wide so I can get at you easily."

Martin knelt on the bed between Peter's legs and spent the next half hour
playing with his cock.  He kept Peter in a continual state of arousal,
sometimes he'd act tough and pushy and jerk around a lot, but then he'd
forget this act and work gently and carefully to keep Peter close to the
edge.

"Close your eyes and don't open them till I tell you."

This heightened Peter's anticipation, but he wasn't prepared for the shock
of Martin's tongue licking him.  God!  He was doing everything.  The
licking changed to soft bites and sucking on his shaft and then Martin's
mouth covered the head and took more and more.  As Martin's tongue and
mouth sent waves of pleasure crashing through his cock, Peter couldn't help
whimpering and begging him not to stop.

"Oh!  Martin!  Please!  That feels so good."

"You love me playing with your cock don't you Peter?  The busiest cock in
the whole College and here it is begging me to make it do even more."

Martin's mouth covered Peter's cock again and again.  Each time Peter
started to lose himself and hump into Martin's mouth, Martin would stop him
and tease very lightly till he calmed down.

"Martin please!  You're sending me crazy!"

"A couple more times Peter, and then you'll remember it more."

Peter couldn't stop himself this time and when his balls tightened, he
grabbed Martin's head and held it in place.  In spite of his lust and need,
he was still surprised when Martin didn't resist.  When he reached the
moment of no return, Peter took his hands away, but Martin stayed, both
hands directing Peter's cock at an angle and his mouth sucking on it.
Peter couldn't think of anything except for the sensations overwhelming
him, while his groin clenched and forced come through his cock and into the
mouth surrounding it.  He moaned his passion with each spurt till his body
relaxed into afterglow, only to jerk in reaction when Martin's tongue ran
across his sensitive helmet.  He opened his eyes at the same time as
Martin's head lifted to look at him.  It was a smile, except that it was
friendly.

"How do you like this Peter?"

Martin's hand wrapped the top of Peter's cock, his thumb pressed firmly
onto the helmet and he made deliberate movements which caused Peter to jerk
in reaction each time.  Peter didn't say anything.  He was still taking in
the idea that Martin had actually swallowed his load, still taking in the
idea that he looked like he'd enjoyed it and still taking in the idea that
Martin was showing as much interest in his cock as Reece or Giano.  Oh God!
The strength of the reaction in his cock made him squirm with mixed need to
escape and desire to keep going.  The reduced pressure in his cock
gradually rebuilt and the sexy feeling of a good hard boner came back.
Before long Peter started pushing his cock and then Martin moved to lie
directly on top of him.  Their cocks were now pressed together and without
a word being spoken it developed into an erotic dual of the two hard
shafts.  Peter went to put his hand between them but Martin stopped him.

"No!  I'll do that!"

And his hand held and guided them while their cock wrestling game
continued.  Martin couldn't keep going.  He was getting too worked up.

"Peter?  Would you like to swap places and do me the way I just did you?"

Eagerly Peter scrambled up, pushed Martin down into place and started
licking his cock and playing with his balls.  He decided that this would be
the longest blow job he'd ever given.  Martin was ready, but because he
he'd already pumped out two loads Peter knew that he'd be able to keep him
going for ages.  That's what he did.  He built Martin up again and again,
using all the things he'd learned, and loved all the noises and pleading he
was hearing.

"Oh My God!  Peter!  This is driving me crazy!  I want you to keep going
but my cock feels so good it needs it now."

Peter took his mouth off.  Martin's glistening, straining cock, looked
angry with its swollen helmet and gaping slit.  As soon as Peter's hand
surrounded it, it pressed desperately upwards and the time for any more
games was past.  His head lowered again and Peter's tongue rapidly brought
Martin to a climax.  His mouth filled with the first powerful ejaculations,
which he quickly swallowed, then he kept the rest of the juice, which
followed while he kept the gentle suction going that Martin loved so much.
Every time it was a kind of surprise to Peter at just how much juice Martin
could produce, and now he probed softly with his fingers to explore the
large globes that pumped it out.  Martin's hands rested on Peter's head,
holding it in place, and his fingers run through Peter's hair for nearly
five minutes before he took them away.  When Peter looked up, Martin pulled
his hair gently, and guided him till they were mouth to mouth.

Martin's tongue probed deeply and a thrill ran through Peter at the feeling
it gave him.  This wasn't the blackmailer forcing his will.  This was
Martin trying to give back as much as he'd received, trying to make Peter
feel good.  Impulsively, Peter hugged Martin, squeezing hard.  Martin
stopped his kiss, lifted his head and gave a querying look.

"Um!  You're making me feel happy Martin.  It's a bit overwhelming."

He didn't say anything, but a smile appeared before Martin resumed the
kiss, and for the next twenty minutes his hands explored Peter's body.

"Peter!  What's with this prostate thing?  Does it feel good?  I've watched
you with Reece and Giano a few times and you all acted like it was
terrific."

"It is for me Martin.  It gets me going when nothing else will."

"Can you show me?"

Peter was almost shocked.

"Of course I can, but are you sure Martin?"

"You won't tell anyone will you?  Not even Reece or Giano."

Martin was asking, not telling, and it all added to the amazing change he
was showing tonight.

"Of course not!  If you don't want anyone to know then it's our business.
I won't tell anyone a thing."

For the first time Peter could remember he was seeing Martin looking
nervous.

"Come on!  On your back Martin!  I know you're going to like this."

Peter took it very slowly at first but soon he had Martin writhing in
ecstasy and watching himself as more juice shot onto his chest.

"God Peter!  I didn't know that was possible.  You made me shoot without
even touching my cock."

Martin's energy was gone.  This fourth powerful load had taken it all and
after pulling Peter on top of him, he lay back with his eyes closed, one
hand between them holding Peter's cock, and the other moving in small
patterns on Peter's back and buttocks.  In a drowsy voice he murmured for
Peter to stay there.

"I'm going to give your super-cock one more work out as soon as I get some
energy back."

He didn't come to life but fell asleep instead, and as soon as Peter
realised this he made himself comfortable.  His busy brain gradually closed
down and his body, warm against Martin's, relaxed into sleep as well.

In the morning Peter woke when a hand started stretching his cock.  He kept
his eyes closed for a while, gradually growing more alert and enjoying the
erotic feeling as he stiffened.

"Open your eyes Peter.  I know you're awake.  I can see you smiling."

This made Peter smile even more.

"I'm smiling because something is making me feel good."

This led to more activity, which made Peter feel even better, but then it
stopped and that did make him open his eyes.

"Ha!  That got you.  Now!  Kneel up on the bed."

With a knee on each side of Martin's thighs, Peter waited, his boner
wanting more action while Martin looked at him.

"So?  Am I going to see you again Peter?  Or was that our last night?"

"Well!  That depends on you Martin."

"What do you mean?"

Peter looked at the strong muscular body between his knees, the hard cock,
the extra large balls bulging in their pouch, the questioning look being
directed at him, and then sat carefully down.

"I've got some rules for you."

He leaned forward and spoke softly in Martin's ear.

Martin's eyes widened and then his smile grew.

"All right!  I'll try!"

The End.


Author's Note.

Once again any comments will be greatly appreciated.

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