Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2006 19:53:11 -0600
From: Mini Tower <mini-tower@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jimmy Goes Down and Rises Up, Chapter 12

JIMMY GOES DOWN AND RISES UP

by Mini Tower

FOREWORD

      This story is fiction.  This story is copyright 2006.  This story
contains graphic sexual material, including depictions of non-consensual
homosexual sex.  I have separated this story into chapters for ease of
reading.  I will post chapters over time to build suspense (there are
fourteen chapters in total for anyone who wants to wait until all chapters
have been posted).  If you are under eighteen or it is illegal for you to
read this material in your local jurisdiction, please go elsewhere.  This
story incorporates concepts that I have read in other stories.  I am
grateful to and thank all the great authors that have inspired me to write
this story.  Any problems with this story, however, are entirely my fault.
I have published this story to share my work with others for entertainment
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CHAPTER 12

      As bad as his friends treated him, Bobby knew he would be in trouble
when guys he had picked on came over.  I invited a group of guys to the
house from Billy's class that I knew Bobby had picked on in the past.  Each
of these guys had also fucked me, but then almost every boy in the high
school had fucked me.  Bobby threatened anyone that was reluctant to use me
sexually until virtually every boy in school had his dick down my throat
and in my ass.  I knew that these guys would not have taken me if Bobby had
not coerced them.  They were eager to make amends by going after Bobby.

      These guys were not used to fucking other guys.  They had done me,
but I was the only one.  Most of them had never been with anyone else
sexually other than me.  That fact was one of the reasons that Bobby picked
on them.  They were not bad looking guys, but they were not sexually
advanced like Bobby's group of friends.

      They were reluctant to perform as a group.  Actually, for most of
these guys, I was the only other person that had ever seen them erect.
Nevertheless, I explained to them that the full effect would not be felt by
Bobby unless they went after him as a group.  I also explained all of the
different activities that they could do with Bobby.  Some of them needed
detailed explanations - they were so innocent.  Well they weren't going to
be very innocent much longer.

      I sent them into Bobby's room to start their new adventure.  I was
tempted to go in with them, but I decided that they would be even more
nervous if they knew I was watching.  Bobby was lying on his bed, waiting
for them.  He looked at the group and showed a look of disgust.  One of the
more assertive boys told Bobby to come over, and he reluctantly complied.
The younger boy told Bobby to strip.  Bobby knew he had no options, so he
took off his clothes.  He did not want these boys to think that stripping
was a big deal for him, so he took them off as if he were getting ready to
jump in the shower.  He did hesitate a moment before taking off his pants
because he knew that his chastity belt would be exposed.  Of course Bobby
was not allowed any underwear.

      When the boys saw Bobby's chastity belt, the laughter was almost
deafening.  The tension in the room had been palpable, but this exposure
lightened the mood.
  The laughter of these boys was quite different in nature than Bobby's old
friend.  They laughed in a way to indicate that they were amused that Bobby
had gotten himself into this predicament.  These boys were laughing out of
sheer glee.  They were happier than a pig in shit.

      They looked at each other and were not sure what to do next.  They
knew they had to get undressed, but each boy was reluctant to get naked
first.  Finally, one of them said, "Alright, let's just do this together.
Everyone get down to your underwear, and then on the count of three we will
all pull it down at the same time."  This approach worked because by this
time the boys were starting to get horny and really wanted to move to the
next stage.

      Everyone one of those high school boys was hard as he could get.  The
idea of giving it to one of their tormentors - a boy who until recently was
one of the most popular kids in school - was getting to them.  These boys
were not quite as large as Bobby's friends.  I guess cocky guys do tend to
have bigger cocks.  These boys were about average.  One of them was a
little over six inches.  The rest were about six inches or less.  One was
less than five and a half inches.  But all of them had dicks that worked.

      Bobby tried to bargain with them.  "Come on guys," he pleaded.  "You
don't really want to force me to have sex with you.  Isn't that kind of gay
anyway?  I'll tell you what.  I'll give you all hand jobs and you can go
away happy."

      "No way," they replied almost in unison.  They wanted the full
treatment and they were not going to be denied.  They made him lay
crosswise on his bed with his head hanging over one end and his ass the
other.  Bobby had a defeated look on his face and started sucking on the
first dick in line.  The boy tried to hold out so that he could move around
and fuck Bobby's ass, but the boy was too excited and inexperienced.  He
blew down Bobby's throat in less than two minutes.

      "Damn," the boy grunted.  "Now I have to wait for my dick to get hard
again to fuck this asshole in his asshole."  After Bobby finished cleaning
the come from the boy's softening penis, the boy pulled out of Bobby's
mouth and the next boy in line took his place in Bobby's mouth.  As the
first boy watched the scene unfold, he got hard again and decided to move
to Bobby's vacant ass.  Bobby was unaware that the boy had moved to the
other side of the bed.  Bobby was too busy sucking the second boy's cock.
The first boy took a huge mouthful of spit and in a quick succession of
moves spread Bobby's butt cheeks, spit on his hole and drove past Bobby's
sphincter, bottoming out in his rectum.  Bobby screamed in surprise.  He
had not braced himself to be fucked.

      The boy getting a blow job slapped Bobby across the face and told him
to get back to concentrating on sucking dick.  Bobby's misery continued as
he was pile driven from both ends.  These boys had no mercy and pounded
Bobby as hard as they could.  They were not as big or strong as Bobby's
former friends, but what they lacked in size and strength, they made up for
in effort and determination.

      These boys were practically insatiable.  As the evening wore on, they
had Bobby in every position they could imagine.  I lost count on how many
times each of them came.  I suspect each boy set his own personal record
for number of times coming in one night.  Bobby was fucked every which way
but loose.  Well, actually, I think he was pretty loose by the end.  Bobby
was the owner of one reamed out hole by the end of that night.
Unfortunately for Bobby, however, he did not manage to come himself all
evening.  He seemed to get close a couple of time, but these boys were so
wild in Bobby's ass that they never stayed on his prostate long enough or
at just the right angle to set him off.  Bobby had a look of frenzy on his
face by the time they were done violating his ass.

      Once the boys realized that it would actually become painful to try
to come again, they got dressed.  But the festivities were not over.  These
boys had gotten a piece of the inside of Bobby's ass, now they wanted the
outside.  They spanked his butt cheeks with more fervor than I had ever
seen.  All the times that people took the occasion to beat my ass, I never
detected the kind of sheer determination I saw from those boys that night.
I knew I was going to savor this video footage even more than the prior
evening when Bobby's former friends had their way with him.

      Bobby was a tough kid, so crying from a spanking - no matter how
roughly administered - was not something Bobby even contemplated.  But
these boys were determined to make Bobby cry.  When the spanking could not
produce the desired results, one of the boys went into Bobby's closet.  I
had informed him that if he really wanted to get Bobby good, he should look
in his closet for tools that would assist in the operation.  I required
Bobby to keep all of the spanking implements in his closet as a reminder of
what his life had become.  The boy took out the paddle.

      In many college movies depicting fraternity life, initiations would
include a spanking with a paddle.  This kid had seen some of these movies
and walked over to Bobby and put him in the classic frat ritual position
bent over with his hands on his knees.  He ordered Bobby to respond with
each hit with the words, "Thank you sir, may I have another."  After each
boy had his fill of beating Bobby's ass with the paddle, Bobby had broken
down from the pain and humiliation.  He tried to suppress the tears, but
they were streaming down his cheeks.

      The group of boys enjoyed taunting Bobby for being a cry-baby.  Of
course, none of them could have withstood a fraction of what Bobby did
without breaking down.  Under the circumstances, however, this fact did not
matter to them.  They got their revenge and felt satisfied.  They left the
house with Bobby still crying and curled up in a fetal position.
Eventually, he crawled into bed and fell asleep.  I had a hard time
sleeping because I couldn't stop myself from watching the video replay over
and over again.

      By the middle of the school year, almost every boy in school had
taken his turn with Bobby.  Even the vast majority of the freshmen, most of
whom had no known Bobby or me prior to entering high school, got their
chance to get a piece of Bobby.  A few who had not hit puberty yet, still
wanted the chance to spank a junior.  One brave little freshman who thought
no one else could see - he had no idea that I was watching through my video
feed - made Bobby suck the pre-pubescent's three and a half inch little
dick.  He had the funniest look on his face when he experienced a dry come.

      He said, "That felt great.  I may have to have this done more often.
Hopefully, pretty soon I will even have something coming out that you can
swallow."  Then an idea hit him and he made Bobby stay on his knees while
the younger boy pissed in his mouth.  Bobby had never been forced to drink
piss before, so this action was a shock to him.  I could see in his face
that he was tempted to stop the boy, but I think he was scared that if he
failed to obey, things would be even worse.  Bobby did not want me alerted
to the situation because it might give me ideas about having people piss in
his mouth.

      When the boy left Bobby's room, I met him in the hall.  He had a
gleeful look on his face and told me, "That was the best time I ever had.
I pissed in his mouth and he drank it.  I think he liked it."  Bobby heard
the conversation and shook his head in dismay.  Of course I knew Bobby did
not like it.  But this little kid was so cute about it, I could not help
but agree with him and send him away as another satisfied customer.

End Chapter 12
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