Date: Sat, 12 Sep 2009 22:40:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: hatefulevilscumface@yahoo.com
Subject: Bagged Boy Part 1

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Bagged Boy: In The Beginning, Up The End by hatefulevilscumface

Neal had to get away from everybody.  This was easily turning out to be the
worst week of his life.  True, that life was just a few weeks past sixteen
years long but when it comes to bad, things had become world class bad.

He feels like everyone knows.  That everyone is looking at him and knows
what he's been doing.  Not that he chose to do any of it.  Choice hasn't
entered into things since that damn party.  Neal splashes water on his face
and wonders how this could be happening to him.  He's not a bad looking
guy.  He's cute, average height, with brown spiky hair and deep brown eyes.
His body isn't bad either.  He's been on the swim team and running track
since junior high and it shows.  Even through the plain black pants, the
polyester polo shirt, and apron it's clear Neal's something, or at least
the potential of something.

His reverie ends when he hears the click of the bathroom door opening.  In
slips just one of his nemeses.  Lucky, a kid a grade ahead of him and who
hasn't liked Neal since the day Neal was hired.  Lucky is tall and
powerfully built with blonde hair and blue eyes.  He looks like the boy
next door and acts like a total monster.

"What the fuck?  Get out of here!"  Neal tries to sound tough but fear
comes through loud and clear.  Lucky likes that..  Neal has been a thorn in
his side since he was hired and Lucky was handed the revenge on a silver
platter.

"Turn around," Lucky commands and when Neal doesn't move, Lucky moves him
himself.  One hand forces Neal over the sink and another yanks those plain
black pants down, along with the sexy briefs Neal's girlfriend bought him.

"Lucky, no!" Neal says weakly but he doesn't move.

"Tough shit, fag boy.  My girl wouldn't put out before work and I'm horny
enough to need what you got."  Lucky isn't kidding.  When Lucky's own pants
and underwear fall to mid-thigh, his seven thick inches of cock swings out
and is already hard and dripping.  Lucky jacks it a few times just because
it feels good and then presses it against Neal's hole.  Neal curses himself
for getting into this latest situation.  He intentionally didn't go to the
break room bathroom or the public one up front.  He came to the seldom used
bathroom in the far corner of the grocery receiving area just so he
wouldn't be bothered.  It occurs to him that instead of not being bothered,
he's only made it unlikely he and Lucky are interrupted.

"But I don't want-" is all Neal gets out before Lucky's thick tool starts
pushing into his body.  All that follows is a loud groan that acts as the
counterpart to the moan Lucky makes at the feel of Neal's ass gripping his
dick like a warm glove.

"God, I swear your ass is better almost than my girl's pussy," Lucky
mutters and that gives Neal a chill.  Not even a bad chill.  More like a
shiver and it's part of what Neal hates most about being used like this by
his coworkers.  It hurt as Lucky entered him, just like it has every other
time but each time the pleasure comes quicker.  He's been online and knows
that the dicks that have been using his ass for days now have been hitting
his prostate.  That's what sends the incredible waves of pleasure through
his body.  That's what makes his own dick swell up between his legs and
start dripping precum against the porcelain of the sink..

It isn't just the dick, now ramming hard enough in and out to make a sound
like Neal's getting it slapped, giving him pleasure that is making Neal now
very turned on despite his initial reluctance.  He likes the pain too.  The
way his hole feels stretched to ripping, the vice like grip Lucky has on
his hips, and the thuds of Lucky's crotch hitting his ass is part of the
pleasure.  As Neal fights the moan building in the back of his throat he
wonders how things got this way...



Neal shouldn't have been at the party last weekend.  He hadn't really even
been invited.  He only knew about the party because he was standing next to
Dustin and Peter when Paul was inviting Kenny, a coworker, to a party at
his house.  All three were more popular than Neal but Dustin at least
wasn't quite as mean to him as some of the others.  Certainly he treated
Neal better than Lucky did.  Dustin and Peter were also on the swim team
with Neal even if they didn't socialize.  Same was true of Kenny, except it
was the track team Kenny and Neal were on together.  Neal was no closer to
Dustin when they were competing or practicing than he has been when they
are all bagging.

He wasn't going to go.  Really.  Then he got into a fight with his
girlfriend after work and she stomped off without him.  She was his ride
home and that meant Neal had to walk.  Neal was going to only ask for a
ride home from Joe but wound up going to the party with him instead.  He
couldn't have known the conversation that would result from his arrival or
the consequences of it.

Neal really wasn't having a good time and honestly had decided to just
finally walk home.  So what if it was about five miles?  Then Lucinda
offered him a drink.  That was the last Neal had remembered for some time.
What Neal really should have remembered was that Lucinda was Lucky's
girlfriend.  He should never have taken a drink from her.

It was only by seeing the video the guys made that Neal knew about anything
from between Lucinda giving him the drink and waking up.  It showed Billy,
Fitz, Ivan, and Paul half carrying, half leading Neal into a bedroom.  The
tape was cut together from a few sources.  There was a nanny cam, a web
cam, and something handheld all used.  Lucky was using the handheld Neal
learned later.

The quartet proceeded to strip Neal.  No matter how many times he watches
the record of events Lucky gave him that part always shocks him.  Four
coworkers as straight as Neal, or as straight as Neal was, are removing his
clothes.  Ivan at least appreciates the sight when they're finished.

"Fuck.  He's an ass.  How's an ass get a bod like this?"  The others
laughed at him.

"No wonder he keeps Melody happy," Ivan jokes and grabs Neal's soft dick.
It starts to respond to the touch.  There was Viagra as well as a date rape
drug in that drink Lucinda gave Neal.

"You kidding?" Billy laughs.  "Melody wants to save herself for marriage
and Neal's cool with it.  I don't think he's into girls.  Only a fag would
be cool with a girlfriend who won't put out.  We're doing him a favor
here."  Billy is the drunkest of the four but the others are still pretty
drunk themselves.  Paul, dark, hairy Paul, is directed to get the little
toy they need and get it ready.  It's a pretty big dildo.  Lucky had found
it in Paul's sister's room the last time he'd been over.

"Oh, yuk," is Billy's response when Fitz dips his finger in Neal's precum
and parts Neal's lips with it.  There's basically one instinct built into
human beings everyone has and that's to suck.  That's what the drugged up
Neal does and while blue eyed, blond haired track star Billy might find it
gross, Fitz looks to like it.  Fitz is all Irish, Black Irish, with the
Mediterranean look that comes with that, has one hand up to Neal's sucking
face and the other has gone to his own lap.  Only Lucky notices that Fitz
is harder than a rock.  The same Lucky that managed to dose pretty much
everyone with the Viagra he'd found lost at the CVS.  "Here's the other
one, suck boy," Fitz rasps out to his least favorite coworker.  Lucky
laughs and the others join in.

"Maybe he wants something bigger," Lucky whispers in his ear.  To punctuate
what he means with an exclamation point, Lucky reaches around and grabs
Fitz's very big hardon through his jeans.  Everyone gasps, more at the
suggestion than the action.  Fitz likes the action.  He's drunk enough and
excited enough that he doesn't have to think about what he's doing.  Fitz
grinds his crotch hard against Lucky's hand and on the tape it's obvious
Lucky thought Ivan would be the first to use Neal like he wanted.  Lucky
was as surprised as everyone else by what happened next.

"Fuck, guys.  Neal almost got me fired.  He owes me."  Ivan unsnaps his
jeans and lets them and his boxers fall to mid-thigh and his relatively
short and equally thick cock springs out.  Lucky smiles.  He should have
known that Ivan would be the first of his four coworkers to crack.

"Stay shallow," Lucky warns.  "Let's keep him out of it as long as we can.
Let's see what Neal does when his brain can't get in the way of what he
wants."  Fitz doesn't look too sure on the tape but he does what Lucky
wanted.  His very hard dick parted Neal's lips and he started an easy
pumping.  The head and maybe two inches of Fitz's dick.

"Shit, dude," whispers Ivan.  His hand is still absently stroking Neal's
dick, almost as if he's unaware that he's jacking a guy off.  Paul isn't.
His focus is as much on Ivan jacking off Neal's almost seven inch cock as
it is on Fitz moaning as he fucks Neal's face.  It gets too much for Paul
and he's the next one to unsnap his jeans and let them and his briefs fall
to the floor.  A dick not as long as Fitz's or Neal's swings free but
Paul's cock is way thicker.  He thrusts it toward Ivan.  Ivan gasps, his
deep brown eyes going wide at the sight of the thick monster at eye level.
His hand almost reaches out to Paul's dick but instead goes to his dark
blue spiky hair and he kids himself that no one else thought he was going
to stroke Paul off too.

"You look good at that, I.  Come on.  We're buds.  You like Neal more than
you like me?"  When he saw the tape Neal couldn't believe how Paul was
acting.  The poor kid was so desperate to cum he was willing to browbeat
Ivan to do it.  Paul took Ivan's hand from his skater cut hair and brought
it down to his monster cock.  Ivan still hadn't said a thing but he
swallowed hard as his hand barely wrapped around Paul.  Soon Ivan was
stroking each dick as hard as the other, his own dick so hard his shorts
couldn't fully contain it any longer.  Ivan has the longest dick exposed so
far and it's dripping as much precum as Neal and Paul's combined.

"Oh god, guys!" Fitz cries out..  "That's it, I'm losing it!"  Everything
stopped and all four of the other guys stared as Fitz threw his head back
and gasped for breath as he shot his load in Neal's mouth.  Neal still
didn't fight off the effects of the drugs enough to fully wake but it was
clear he was swallowing the stream Fitz was shooting.  Some of Fitz's
pearly white essence was leaking out and when Neal saw Lucky's video he
felt he should have been a lot more disgusted by that scene than he
actually was...



"Gonna get it now, Neal.  Gonna get it now!"  Neal was pulled fully back to
the present as Lucky's fingers gripped even harder on his hips and Lucky's
long hard dick started ramming up him faster and harder than ever.  Neal
knew what that meant by now.  He looked up into the bathroom's mirror and
looked at Lucky's face.  Always good looking, Lucky's face was frozen in
pure bliss.  His eyes were closed and his mouth slightly open as with one
last mighty thrust he started cumming eight inches deep inside his
coworker.  That look of orgasmic joy and knowing he was responsible was the
last straw for Neal.  Even as Lucky finished spurting inside him, Neal's
own dick started spewing its load all over the bathroom floor without even
needing to be touched.  Neal could barely breathe when it was done.  Shame
overtook him as he realized he'd just had the best orgasm of his short life
and it had come without his having to really do anything.

"Clean up and don't come out right away," Lucky commanded as he finished
wiping his dick on the back of the apron Neal lost along with his pants.

Neal re-locks the door behind Lucky and then slumps to the floor.  The feel
of Lucky's load leaking out of his abused hole only reinforces how terrible
and low he feels.

And the fact that Neal gets hard again at the memory of what's been done to
him only makes him feel even worse.


To be cum-tinued...