Date: Thu, 21 Apr 2005 12:42:31 EDT
From: TTSTUD@aol.com
Subject: The Adventures of Chet Pectoral - Part Seven

The Adventures of Chet Pectoral
Part Seven

	Chet spent the next three weeks practicing and viewing sex.  He had
come to take it as an every day occurrence.  He was naked all the time now
and horny most of the time.  He had stopped taking pills but had been put
on more injections.  He didn't know what they were.  Steroids?
Hallucinogens?  Stimulants?  But, he didn't care.  For now, he liked the
feeling, he was numb and ready to experience the pleasure that he had only
witnessed in others.  The room was dark, but he could hear lots of people
there.  There was no fear in him.  Finally, he was ready.

	The shower had been wonderful with Austin.  They were careful not
to do anything too suggestive to set off the cockring detectors.  Their
hands rubbed each other all over.  Their hands finding each other's tits
and grabbing them.  Chet was gentle, his hands tweaking Austin's small
sized tits, but Austin, still incredibly turned on, was rougher, squeezing
and pinching Chet's beefy tits.  Chet threw his head back and groaned.

	Austin's mouth found Chet's tits then as Chet had sucked his
earlier.  But Austin was rougher, chewing on Chet's tits till he began to
squirm.  Austin must have known Chet would do this because he grabbed
Chet's big cock and held it firmly, keeping Chet right where he wanted him.
Chet's cock had not been locked in its cage, free to stay hard.  It was
amazing, to be hard all the time, horny.  In the shower, the steam began to
fill the room.

	Or so they had thought.

	Austin had dropped to his knees in front of Chet.  He held the dick
in front of him, contemplating it.  "I want to return the favor you did for
me back in class," he said.

	"You can't," Chet panted, "you know what they could do to us."
	"I don't care," Austin rubbed his hands all over Chet, admiring,
wanting to be with him.  "I've been here so long, never really feeling
close to anyone.  Until now.  I want you."

	Austin reached around and grabbed Chet's ass.  His fingers probed
the hairy crack there and found Chet's hole.  Austin glided one finger into
Chet's tight muscle butt.  As he did, Chet moved forward, his dick brushing
against Austin's lips.  Austin puckered up and kissed it.  His tongue
flicking out and licking at the head.  Chet was hard and quivering with
anticipation.

	"Stop it!!"  Ben came flying at them and pulled Austin backwards
onto the cold wet floor.  Then he reached down, picking him up by his
chest.  Ben was strong and lifted Austin up off the ground.  He shoved him
into Chet, the two of them facing him.  Austin could feel Chet's strong
body against his.

	"If this shower was not hot and steamy the camera in here would
have seen you."  Ben was whispering, the two of them could barely hear him.
"Do you know what they would have done to the two of you?"  He shoved at
them, emphasizing his point.

	Ben let go of Austin who slunk out of the shower without a
backwards glance.  He held onto Chet though, and reached down to grab his
dick.  He began to stroke at it, which was still amazingly hard.

	"Don't do that again, boy," he said.

	Chet didn't say anything; he closed his eyes and leaned back,
letting Ben pleasure him.  He liked Ben, just like he liked Austin, but he
let his mind drift to Dean.  He used Dean as his anchor for reality.  Too
often, this world he had found himself in had become a blur of sex and
feelings.  Dean, or the memory of him, countered that and grounded him.  It
didn't take long for Chet to cum and he shot his load, significantly less
than the other load he had shot the other day.

	Chet moved away and began to walk past Ben, heading out of the
shower and back to his room.  But Ben stopped him, grabbing his arm and
holding him.

	"There is an outfit on your bed, I want you to clean up, put it on
and be ready in an hour."
	"For what?"
	"It's time."  It was Ben then who walked out of the shower first
and headed away.  Chet was left, open-mouthed.  The question hung in his
mind, unanswered.

	Time for what?

	But, inside he knew what the answer to the question was, it was
time for him to loose that virginity he had been told to keep.  The only
question was, how it was going to happen.

	He walked back to his room and looked on his bed.  The outfit was
skimpy and tight, all leather, with a full harness and cod-piece.  The
harness was in the shape of an x, with two straps going over his shoulders
and the other two hanging just below his pecs.  The were all connected by a
large O-ring.  From the bottom of the ring hung another strap of leather
that he was to connect to his cock ring.

	There were also two leather wrist straps, each one with a small
loop of steel on it.  There was a note on the bed and he read it, picking
up the item left on his bed.  He hesitated then used the trimmers and
trimmed the hair on his body, taking extra time to trim his pubic hair.
When he was done, his cock seemed even larger than normal.  He began to put
the harness on, forcing the leather strap around his way too tight cock
ring and snapping it in place.  Already, his cock began to grow.

	He put the rest of the harness on, his pecs, forcing the leather
straps that bound him now, to stretch and creak.  The next step was to put
on the leather jock strap and when he snapped it on the leather forced his
ass out into an even larger bubble butt.  The final piece of the outfit was
a codpiece that trapped his cock.  He forced his cock into it by snapping
it in the places provided by the harness.

	Finally, Chet looked at himself in the mirror.  Even he had to
admit that it was impressive.  His cock seemed huge trapped in the
codpiece.  His chest, incredibly large, pushing out of the harness was a
work of art his large nipples, pointing right out.  The workouts he had
been having while here had obviously done him good, as he was even larger
and more muscular now than ever before.  The trimming he had given himself
didn't hurt either, making his muscles seem larger.  Chet stretched and
moved his body feeling the outfit bind him in a new and exciting way.

	Chet wondered what would be in store for him but his thoughts were
interrupted by Austin coming in.  He made a sharp, whistling sound of
approval.  "You look so hot in that outfit!" he said.

	"Is it alright for you to be here?"  Chet reached out a hand to
touch him.  Austin was naked now and hard.  Still hard, Chet guessed, from
their encounter in the shower.  He touched Austin's cheek and felt some
regret that they couldn't be alone together.

	"Probably not," Austin said.  He reached out now too, touching
Chet, feeling the leather.  "But I wanted to at least say goodbye."

	Chet knew what he was getting at.  He too had seen other men go in
that room but none had ever come out.  Whatever happened to people in the
Arena, as it was called, they certainly never returned to the rooms he and
Austin now occupied.  They hugged then and their lips found each other
again.  Chet felt himself stir inside his jock.  He remembered Ben and what
he told him about the cameras.  He hands sought out Austin and gently, with
regret, pushed him away.

	"We better not get carried away.  But," he said motioning to the
two wrist straps on the bed, "you can help me get those on.  I can't do it
with one hand."

	Austin took his time putting the wrist straps on Chet.  All the
while their bodies touching gently, their breath caressing each other.  It
was an incredible turn on for both of them, heightened by the fact that it
was forbidden.  After he had helped Chet into the straps Austin leaned over
and kissed Chet.  It was passionate and deep and Chet knew there was
something special between them.  It was not the same as what he had briefly
with Dean, it was something more.  With Dean he their feelings were like a
bomb, exploding with passion and lust, with Austin it was a slow burn of
friendship and trust.

	"I know we'll see each other again," Austin said and then left.

	Chet hesitated only a moment before leaving the room and going to
the entrance of the Arena.  As he passed through the hallway and into the
main room he took little notice of the fact that few of the young men who
usually occupied the halls were present.  He thought briefly of Dean and
what he was doing.

	It was then that he decided to put the past behind him and move on.
Dean had definitely done that, he was living his life somewhere out there
and the chances that they would be together again were getting less and
less every day.  Dean was probably successful in college now and moving on
with his life.  Chet had to do the same and concentrate on himself.

	Chet reached the door to the arena.  It was simple, though what was
behind it was anyone's guess.  Ben was standing there, waiting for him.
Chet expected Ben to be dressed like he was, and ready to go through the
next period of time with him.  Ben wasn't dressed like him though, was in
the typical orange outfit they all wore.

	"You look great," Ben said.
	Chet flexed for him, showing off a little.  He was horny as hell
and ready to get on with it.  "Thanks," he said, "I thought you would be
doing this with me."

	"It's different for everyone," Ben said, "but, they want you
alone."  He grabbed Chet's head then and leaned in to speak to him.  He
made it look like he was kissing Chet but really leaned over to whisper in
his ear.  "I'll try to watch out for you."

	Chet didn't move.  He had no idea what was going to happen to him.
All of a sudden he didn't care.  It was obvious that Dean was not going to
be part of his life anymore.  He had better start making the best of what
he had, or his life would turn out more miserable than anything he had
experienced before.

	It was then that Chet decided maybe a life of having sex wouldn't
be so bad.  He had been watching for so long now.  At last, he would be
participating and if this was to be his job he was going to be the best at
it.

	"Good Luck," Ben said, holding the door open for him.

	Chet stepped in, looking forward to the part of his new life that
was about to begin.  Ben closed the door behind him and headed up for the
stands.  This part of the building was built like a stadium with high
sides, so viewers could see what was going on with the new initiate.

	It was dark inside and it took some time for Chet's eyes to adjust.
He didn't move, for fear of hurting himself on a piece of furniture that
may have been there, unseen.  When his eyes finally began to focus he could
see the floor was made of marble and in the center of an otherwise empty
room was a large platform elevated with three steps.
	A voice came from a speaker directed at him.

	"Get on the podium," it said.

	He did as instructed.  Standing there.  He could hear no noise.
Nor could he see anyone.  He assumed that almost everyone in the building
was sitting somewhere, above, watching him.  But, he couldn't be sure.

	Suddenly, he heard the hiss of air and from four points, spaced
evenly apart, four doors slid upward, revealing bright lights.  In front of
the doors he could see four figures approach him.  The light that came from
outside the room gave enough illumination to the room for him to see that
his previous thought that the room was not empty, as he had previously
believed.  The walls were filled with instruments, whips, chains, pieces of
leather, dildos, long tubes of rubber, clamps, rope, clothing, tubes of
plastic, electronic devices and some he could not even identify.  Suddenly,
a chill washed over him.

	Maybe no one came out of this room because no one survived.



	While Chet saw the men approach, Dean dropped onto a hotel room bed
in the exact same city as Chet.  The other boy fell onto bed with him.  He
was another of the football players on the team.  Ted was almost one
hundred pounds heavier than Dean and built like a house.  He had muscles on
top of muscles, with a large, almost Neanderthal like forehead.  Ted was a
lot more hairy than Chet had been, almost furry on his chest and as Ted
dropped into bed on top of Dean , his chest landed in Dean's face and Dean
nuzzled his face in it.

	They were on the road, in New York City, and had just won their
sixth consecutive game.  Rumor had it that they would go on to a national
title.  And, with Dean at the helm of the team, he was poised to be among
the highest draft picks when he graduated in two years, one year early.  In
the locker room, after the game, Ted had asked if he could help Dean
celebrate.  Ted had been looking forward to this and was already reaching
for Dean's dick through the jockstrap he had worn.

	Dean had been trying not to think of Chet and to put what had
happened behind him, he wanted very badly to try to live some kind of
normal life.  Ted had always been nice, and Dean had known for along time
now that Ted had liked him.  It seemed only natural that if something
sexual was going to happen, it be with someone like Ted.  They were naked
together, their dicks knocking against each other as they kissed and rubbed
their bodies together.

	Ted moved down Dean's nearly hairless body.  He sucked on Dean's
nipples and he squirmed as Ted's teeth nibbled the small nub of flesh
there, then moved down Dean's stomach.  It was hard, a six-pack of abs and
Ted licked over them all, running his tongue inside Dean's belly button.
Ted had close cropped hair, and Dean reached down, running his hands over
it.  Dean could feel the tip of his dick run against Ted's stubbly chin and
he gasped, making his cock jump.

	Ted took that opportunity to ease the dick into his mouth, downing
all seven inches in one gulp.  Dean let out a low moan.  He lay back onto
the bed enjoying the strokes Ted was giving his dick inside his mouth.  He
felt Ted's tongue flick at the head of it and he felt the stubble of Ted's
chin as it hit his balls with each down stroke.  Ted reached up rubbing
Dean's firm, hairless chest and he sought out each of Dean's tits grabbing
them in his hands and twisting them into two hard nubs.  Dean arched his
back trying to thrust his dick even further down Ted's throat, trying to
drill it into his mouth and out the back of his head.

	Dean grabbed the back of Ted's head, thrusting into his mouth with
each stroke.  Then Ted reached back, yanking Dean's hands away and pulling
his mouth off of the fat cock.  Ted reached got up and picked up his jeans
and for a second, Dean thought that he was going to leave, that maybe he
had been too rough on him and Ted had gotten scared.  But, that wasn't the
case; he reached into the pocket and pulled out a condom.

	"I've been wanting you to fuck me since I first saw you."  With
that Ted reached down and put the condom on Dean's cock. It bounced a few
times, as if it had a mind of it's own and was anticipating the tight new,
fuck hole.  Ted went down on Dean's cock again lubing it up with spit and,
for a second, Dean was afraid that he would cum and spoil the moment.

	But, he held himself in.  Ted climbed on top of him and straddled
Dean's beefy waist, facing him.
	"I've never fucked anyone before," Dean said.

	Ted smiled a grin and suddenly looked to Dean like the cat that
swallowed the canary.  "Perfect," he said and started to squat down on the
dick, easing it into his ass.

	Dean had never felt anything like it before.  The ass was tight and
moist.  Ted settled down on it, sitting.  He stayed there like that for a
moment, then began to tighten and loosen his ass muscles.  Dean threw his
head back and giggled.

	"That feels fantastic," he moaned.
	"Just lay there," Ted said, "and let me do all the work."

	Ted began to move up and down on Dean's cock.  He moved almost all
the way off it then fell back onto it.  Ted reached out and put his hands
on Dean's chest, rubbing it and using it for support.  Dean began to reach
up to grab at Ted's dick but his hand was pushed away.
	"Just lay there."  Ted said again, this time with more emphasis.

	But Dean couldn't help it.  He began to buck under Ted, his body
rising to meet Ted's strokes.  Dean lay there, panting, his body covered in
the sweat of strain and ecstasy.  He had never allowed himself to let go
sexually, until now.  Now that he had done it, it felt like the release of
giant floodgates, all his pent up feelings and sex drive released into one
huge eruption.

	"I'm gonna cum," Dean cried, his body tensing in anticipation.  He
expected Ted to get off of him or to at least stop his ass from pumping up
and down on Dean's rock hard cock, but that did not happen.  In fact, Ted
only increased his pace moving on the rod faster and faster.

	Dean arched his back.  He could control himself no longer.  He was
strong and he used that strength now and rose with Ted in his arms and then
fell on top of him.  Ted, suddenly found himself on the bottom but he
obviously didn't mind.

	"Do it!" he yelled and Dean did just that.

	Dean thrust into him two more times before feeling the cum rise in
him.  He pumped Ted's hot ass one final time and then came.  It seemed like
gallons and Dean left his dick inside Ted, not moving.  Dean suddenly
noticed Ted's hand on his own dick and Ted groaned that he too was going to
cum.  When he did Ted shot so far that he hit himself in the face.

	It had one other effect as well, causing Ted's already tight ass to
tighten even more.  This sent Dean into ecstasy again as he felt his cock
pump trying to force more cum out of his already dry balls.  Ted was so
tight that Dean could barely force his dick out of the ass.  Finally,
covered in sweat and cum, which had dripped off Ted's body onto his own,
Dean went dry, though the convulsions that had rocked his body continued.

	"That was great," Ted said as he pulled off Dean's dick.  Dean
gasped again as his dick was stroked one more time by the tight asshole.
Ted took a moment to pull the condom off Dean and then collapsed on top of
him.  Ted continued to rub Deans body, admiring it.  It looked even better,
he thought, hot and sweaty.

	"A nice way to celebrate."  They had won their football game and as
a joke Ted had offered his ass if Dean threw four touchdowns.  That gave
Dean a lot of incentive and he had thrown six.  Ted had been as good as his
word.  Of course, Ted would have given it up anyway.

	"You know," Dean said, "I really wanted to fuck that ass of yours
for a long time."

	"Why didn't you?"  Ted couldn't keep his hands off Dean, even now
he was planting kisses on Dean's chest, concentrating on his nipples.  He
had the left one in his mouth and was flicking it with his tongue.  Dean
was amazed that neither of their dicks showed any signs of going down.

	Dean thought about it for a moment trying to find an answer to
Ted's question, but there was none.

	"Beats me," he finally said rolling on top of Ted.  Ted was
surprised then by Dean when he went down on Ted's good-sized dick, taking
it all in his mouth.  Dean went to work on the dick moving it around in his
mouth, with his tongue, as he went up and down on it.  Dean thrust his
mouth onto it, holding it in his mouth all the way to the base.  It
twitched in his mouth and he felt Ted squirm under him.  Ted moaned in
pleasure.

	Dean reached down for his own dick stroking it a couple of times.
He was amazed that he was actually ready to go at it again, his dick hard
and leaking.  Dean fucked him again, this time he was on top and in
control, his pounding fast and furious.  He took his time, partly because
he wanted to and partly because he had already cum once and it was going to
take more effort to cum again.

	Ted bucked and moaned under him, thrusting his ass to meet each of
Dean's strokes.  They came together again and collapsed with each other.
Tomorrow they would be on their way back to home.

	"Can we date?" Dean said, "I want more of this."

	"We can marry if you want," Ted said, and then began to laugh at
his own joke.  Dean, who thought he was kidding at first, began to laugh
with him.

	In the background, the television played.  The news was telling the
story of the kidnapping of the president's son.  Missing for several weeks
now, the boy had still not been found.

	Dean thought of Chet then remembering how he had been tied
up. Maybe he would tie Ted up.
	That might be fun.

End Part Seven