Date: Sun, 05 Mar 2006 16:57:49 -0600
From: Mini Tower <mini-tower@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jimmy Goes Down and Rises Up, Chapter 5

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
purposes.  I strongly encourage any comments - positive or negative.
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CHAPTER 5

      My life got even more hectic when school started in the fall.  Bobby
was a freshman, and I was a junior.  Word spread quickly that I was Bobby's
bitch.
  Bobby and his friends could not resist bragging to the rest of the
school.  Soon it was known that if anyone wanted time with me for sexual
service, the person only had to ask Bobby, and he would arrange the terms.
If Bobby liked the person it was free, and if Bobby didn't like the person,
he had to pay.  It wasn't about the money, of course, it was about the
power and humiliation.  Bobby knew I would feel like a whore if people paid
for my services.  Not that being a slut and giving it for free was that
much better, but being a whore was still worse.

      Luckily, Bobby had certain rules whenever anybody took me for a
private session.  These rules were actually the same ones that Bobby and
Billy adhered to in their own dealings with me.  Basically the only real
rule was that nothing could be done to me that would cause lasting or
permanent damage.  They could spank me and strap me.  They could fuck me
and make me suck them.  They could stick things in my ass as long as it was
not likely to cause any excess tearing in my rectum.  They could not punch
me or kick me in the balls.  These rules were not broken because people
were either scared of Bobby or wanted to make sure that they got another
chance to receive my services again.

      Bobby started with the other boys in his freshman class.  First I was
given over to the popular boys.  They really enjoyed going after me in
groups.  I would be fucked hard by one boy, while another was slamming his
dick in and out of my mouth.  They also enjoyed spanking me.  When those
boys would come over, I knew I was going to have a difficult time sitting
down for a few days.

      The action moved to the less popular crowd.  Bobby enticed them
through sheer peer pressure.  Once the "cool" thing to do was to fuck Jimmy
the faggot junior, everyone had to be cool.  These guys preferred taking me
on alone.  They tended to be more self conscious about their bodies.  They
also tended to be less physically abusive.  They still did not hold back in
coming in my mouth and up my ass.  Every boy enjoys a good orgasm.

      The strangest encounters were with the boys that were still
undeveloped.  Their dicks were too small to really get inside my ass, so
they settled for being sucked.  Even though they were embarrassed about
being so small and hairless, they liked the feeling of the orgasm - even if
it was a dry orgasm.  In some ways, it was reassuring to see penises
smaller than mine.  But these boys were two years younger and would
certainly grow in the next two years.  When I was their age, I was just as
small.  By the end of the year, however, I had pretty much caught up to the
rest of the boys in school.  I never had a large cock, but I was not
noticeably out of the ordinary.

      As the school year went on, students in the upper grades started to
get into the act.  Bobby became friends with some of the popular kids in
other grades, and they were more than willing to use me as a come dump.
Some guys even brought their girlfriends to watch.  I never understood how
some girls let their boyfriends have sex in front of them with another guy.
I guess some of them were so anxious to fit into the crowd that even this
unusual behavior did not create any objections.

      It is difficult to describe how horrible it felt to be fucked by just
about anyone that wanted to fuck me.  I cannot emphasize enough that I
always hated having a dick up my ass.  I did not enjoy giving blow jobs.
They hurt my jaw, the taste of come was nasty and some boys loved pushing
their dicks as far down my throat as they could.  Even though I learned to
suppress my gag reflex, this was never pleasant.

      None of those displeasures associated with giving a blow job,
however, compared to the horror of being fucked.  Other than some of the
smaller penises that were just starting puberty, the activity always hurt.
The pain decreased over time as my rectum became acclimated to the action,
but the pain never ended completely.  Even worse than the pain was the
feeling of having my ass turned into a pussy.  For some reason, the
humiliation was greater having a penis move back and forth in my ass than
giving someone head.  As a boy would move back and forth, he felt waives of
pleasure, while I felt only pain and a sense of worthlessness.

      I somehow managed to avoid falling into a clinical depression, but I
was sad and lonely throughout high school.  I was ashamed that I allowed
myself to be used in such a manner.  Of course, I felt embarrassed almost
all of the time because I was either doing something embarrassing or with
someone that had done something embarrassing to me.

      Sometime I would ask the boys not to fuck me.  Some boys seemed to
get a thrill out of fucking me even more when I begged them not to do it.
For example, one boy said, "Aw, the poor little boy doesn't was my manly
dick in his ass.  Well that is what you are good for you little pussy boy.
Faggots like you need it in the backdoor.  It shows you your proper place
in the world - under real men like me."  The nicer guys simply informed me
that Bobby made them promise they would fuck me, and they were scared of
the consequences if Bobby found out they broke this promise.  These guys
would try to be gentle, but the pain and degradation still persisted.  I
could hear them behind me, groaning in ecstasy, as I was being used like a
common whore.

      One boy a year younger than I named Craig would arrange with Bobby to
use me as often as possible.  I think Craig was truly gay, but I was never
sure which boys used me because they got a sense of power, which boys were
experimenting, which boys were doing it to be cool and which boys were
doing it because they preferred boys over girls.  I was fairly sure that
Craig fell into all of these categories.

      The first time Craig was permitted to be with me, he asked if he
could take me home with him overnight.  Bobby agreed, and I was taken to a
luxurious home, although not nearly as large as Bob's mansion.  Craig's
parents were out of town for the weekend, so I was at Craig's mercy until
he had to return me to Bobby the next day.  Craig had never seen me naked
before we arrived at his house, but he got his chance soon enough.

      As soon as we entered his house, Craig ordered me to strip.  When I
got down to my shorts, he told me to stop.  I stood there in just running
shorts because I was not allowed to wear underwear.  Craig had heard these
stories, so he wanted me to stop with only the minimal covering.  He walked
over to me and said, "You are a skinny little thing, aren't you.  You're a
year ahead of me, but I am half a head taller than you.  Let's see if the
rumors are true about the rest of you being small too."  Then he grabbed my
waistband and yanked the shorts to the ground.

      Craig stepped back and looked me up and down as I stepped out of my
shorts.  He grinned and then suppressed a giggle that eked out.  "Son of a
bitch," he erupted.  "I thought they were just ragging on you.  But that
little thing is really as small as everyone says it is.  Let's see how big
it can get."

      As soon as he said that, he walked over a grabbed my cock.  He
started stroking it and as soon as it was completely hard, he took off his
own clothes.  Craig's penis was like a steel rod.  It was hard as it could
possibly get and longer and thicker than average.  He grabbed our dicks
together, showing how much longer and thicker his penis was than mine as
their undersides touched.  Then he pushed me onto my back and started to
rub his cock back and forth against mine.

      Craig said that he couldn't wait any longer for my ass and grabbed my
legs into the air, exposing my asshole. He spit on my hole for about a
minute, then he spit on the head of his cock.  He directed the tip to my
hole with one hand while my legs were dangling over his shoulders.  As he
entered me, he told me that I should feel lucky to be taken by such a
perfect male specimen and ordered me to look into his eyes as he penetrated
me.  I did not feel lucky.  I had been fucked by enough guys by this point
to know what was coming - pain and humiliation.

      As he entered my ass, I felt the typical scorching fire-like pain
that I had felt so many times before over the prior months.  Even though I
knew what feeling to anticipate, getting fucked was not getting much
easier.  This time I had to look at Craig's eyes as they devoured my body
and his face maintained an expression of ecstasy.  As he looked at my
softening dick, he got a disappointed look in his eyes and told me to keep
it hard.  It was difficult for me to do that.  My ass hurt.  My legs were
stretched over Craig's shoulder uncomfortably.  As Craig's cock slid back
and forth in my ass, the last thing I wanted to do was stroke my dick until
it was hard for Craig's pleasure.

      As a few moment went by and I didn't grab my penis, Craig slapped my
face and started fucking me harder, ordering me to beat my meat.  In order
for Craig to slap my face, he had to stretch my legs even further, so my
pain increased.  I grabbed my small dick and stroked it.  I felt so
ashamed.  A boy was obsessed with my underdeveloped body, and I had to try
to act like I was enjoying his attentions.  Tears formed in the corners of
my eyes - my ass was getting a painful pounding and my shame was reaching
new heights.

      My ass muscles caressed Craig's penis while my hand caressed my own
penis.  Craig started acting like a coxswain, making me stroke myself in
unison as his stroked back and forth in my ass.  He shouted, "Up, down,
back, forth," as we brought our dicks to orgasm.  I had never seen anyone
have a look of greater pleasure on his or her face as the look Craig had
when he came in my ass.  He screamed as loudly as he could, "Yes, little
boy.  Take my man juice.  You should feel so lucky to be the recipient of
my seed.  Maybe you'll get pregnant, and you can have my baby."  That
comment really amused him and he burst out laughing.

      He refused to take his cock out of my ass until I came.  Craig stared
at my genitals as I tried to reach orgasm.  I felt his penis harden again
inside me.  He did not move it, but the look on his face got increasingly
intense.  Finally I came on my belly.  Craig pulled out of me and let my
legs drop to the floor.  He leaned over and smelled my come.  Then he
ordered me to scoop it up and lick every drop from my hands.  Once I had
finished eating my own come, Craig told me that it was time to eat a real
man's juice.

      He ordered me onto my knees, and he shoved his hard cock into my
mouth.  I tasted the familiar mixture of sweat, come and ass juices.  Even
with the regular enemas that Billy gave me, my ass still had certain
secretions when I was fucked which probably were a mixture of shit, blood
and other bodily fluids.  I never completely got used to the taste, but
after a while I did not notice it as much.  Craig tried to hold out as long
as he could in my mouth, but he was excited and horny, so he did not last
that long.  As he came he shouted, "Take that you slut.  Drink down my man
liquid.  Savor the taste.  You are lucky I let you eat my essence."

      He kept his cock in my mouth until it became completely soft.  After
he took it out, he made my stand still as he walked in circles examining my
body up and down as he rotated from one side of my body to the other.  Of
course he focused a lot of attention on my shaved crotch and asshole.  He
made me spread my butt cheeks as he played with the opening with his
fingers.  He pushed one, then two, then three fingers inside of me.  I
grunted at the feelings of discomfort his digits created inside of me.  He
worked his three fingers back and forth, and then he pulled them out
quickly with a pop.

      He fucked me three more times that night and made me suck him off two
more times.  He also made me rim him for a while, but he seemed to be more
a top, so I did not have to lick his ass that much.  When he got the call
from Bobby that he had to return me, he was disappointed.  Bobby promised
Craig that he would borrow me again.  Bobby did not break that promise.
Other than Bobby and Billy, I had sex with Craig more than anyone else
because he asked for me the most.

      By the time I graduated high school, I had grown as tall as Craig.
Craig had been fully grown the first time I met him when he was a
sophomore.  I continued to grow until the middle of my senior year.
Although we were the same height by the end of high school, I never grew as
big as Craig in the dick department.  I became about average size, perhaps
slightly smaller than average.  But when Craig held our cocks together, he
always maintained a noticeable size advantage.  At least by the end of high
school, the difference was small enough that my dick no longer looked like
a baby dick next to his tool.

End Chapter 5
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