Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2008 19:08:58 -0800 (PST)
From: dreamcat_dave@yahoo.com
Subject: Pee Wee (Chapter 21)

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CHAPTER 20: THE PROMISE


"It's going to be alright," Jimmy said as he opened the double doors that
led from the parking lot into the side entrance of junior high gymnasium,
"I promise," then led Pee Wee inside.

Jimmy leaned over to whisper in Pee Wee's ear, "I'm gonna trust you to do a
good job in here.  We're running behind, so I'm going on to the high school
to do some clean up there."

The junior high gym made Pee Wee uncomfortable, given what had just
happened to him the previous afternoon, but Pee Wee said nothing,
acquiescing to Jimmy's decision.  Pee Wee exhaled in resignation, accepting
his lot in life.

Pee Wee was still wearing the bright red Dickies jumpsuit with 'Janitor's
Apprentice' embroidered across the back.  'Pee Wee Llewellyn' was stitched
in large white letters to the right of the Santa Rosa Warriors emblem
emblazoned on the right half of his chest. Of everything about the
jumpsuit, the fact that Jimmy and his dad had elected to put 'Pee Wee' on
the jumpsuit instead of 'Peter' only confirmed how deeply his identity as
the guy with the smallest dick in town had already become entrenched.

During the ride over Pee Wee looked at himself in the passenger side mirror
several times and decided that he looked like a prisoner--the bright red
jumpsuit only attracted attention to him, something he preferred to avoid.
He hoped he could talk them into letting him work off his time on Saturdays
when he was less likely to encounter other students.

Jimmy walked Pee Wee to the janitor's closet and pulled out the mop and a
yellow bucket, set it down under the faucet and started filling it up.
Jimmy showed him how to use the down pressure wringer.

"You clean the junior high gym," Jimmy instructed, "Clean the toilets and
the showers in the back--boy's and girls--then mop the floors, and wipe
down the sinks.  But do not use any chemicals on the gym floor," Jimmy
emphasized the word 'not' as he took down a wide dust mop and handed it to
Pee Wee, "Use this instead when you get to the gym floor today."

Jimmy turned off the water and swished the mop down into the water, then
made Pee Wee show him that he knew how to wring it out.  "People really
notice the toilets, and tend to judge the cleanliness of the whole job by
the toilets and the sinks, so do it right."

Jimmy gave him a look that seemed to waver between friendly and
authoritarian, "I'll check on you every so often, so don't mess around!"
Then he added, "I'm guessing that you're probably hungry, so here's some
quarters.  You can eat out of the vending machine if you need to."

Jimmy took a couple of photos of Pee Wee in his new uniform standing next
to the mop bucket, mop in hand.  He took a distance shot and another up
close so that the writing on his uniform would be clearly visible.  Pee Wee
suspected that he would end up regretting posing for those pictures.

Pee Wee was seriously hoping the he would not encounter anyone, either
students or coaches, but he put out the "Wet Floor" just in case.

He started with the boy's shower and locker room and he left it too wet. He
tried to get the grout clean using the bleach solution Jimmy had prepared
for him, but there were years of ground in dirt and mildew in the spaces
between the tiles.

Pee Wee's thoughts drifted away to Billy who had taken his virginity last
night.  He thought about the crusty towel he had found under Billy's bed,
clearly something Billy used to clean up with after jerking off.  It was
still stuck to a porn magazine that had a naked large breasted woman
prominently displayed in a dominatrix pose on the cover.  Pee Wee also
later understood why the towel was so crusty--Billy ejaculated like a
champion stud horse! He had inhaled deeply taking in the acrid odor of
layers of Billy's long dried cum.

But now he wondered about Billy.  Clearly Billy was jerking off to pictures
of women--not men--which made Pee Wee wonder about how Billy felt about
what had happened between them.  He wanted desperately to talk to Billy, to
find out how he felt about that, and about him.  From the way his heart had
ached this morning, after Billy had been sent off by his father on other
errands, Pee Wee knew that he was feeling something very, very special.
Whatever had happened, he wanted it to happen again.

Pee Wee pushed the mop from side to side as he worked his way backwards
across the shower floor.  The mop made a wet slapping sound and left the
floor tiles shiny and slick.  He had removed the black rubber mats that the
school had set down by the lockers.

Lost in his thoughts Pee Wee didn't hear them until they were right behind
him.

"Surprise!" Jason shouted from behind him. "Remember me, faggot?"

Pee Wee recognized the situation for what it was and spun on his heels, but
Jason swung fast and hard, with a solid right fist to the side of Pee Wee's
face, knocking him down onto the wet tiles.  The mop flew out of his hands
and landed at an angle across one ankle.  Jason stepped between his wide
splayed legs and looked down at him as he rubbed the side of his face. Pee
Wee looked up to see that there were about four other boys standing there
with Jason.

Robert, a tall boy with the black hair, shouted, "Jason, if you don't kick
his fag ass, I will! I swear, I . . ." but before Robert could continue his
threat, Jason, surprised Pee Wee yet again, with another power kick to Pee
Wee's exposed crotch.  Pee Wee whimpered and slumped onto his side, curling
up into a fetal position.  His hands clamped down on his balls protectively
as he drew his knees up into his chest and moaned, coughing and gasping as
the waves of pain swept up from his balls into his guts.  The kick was hard
enough, to keep Pee Wee down for several minutes. Feeling more than a
little nauseous, he looked up, as Jason and several of his friends were
slapping their hands together.

"Way to go, Jason!"

"Seriously, I been tellin' ya'll he's nothin' but a fag, and any one of us
could easily kick his ass!" laughed Jason.  He had taken Pee Wee down with
one punch and once kick, and it left him feeling like a champion.  Pee Wee
had dropped so easily just now that Jason wasn't even thinking about the
fight Pee Wee had put up the day before.

Pee Wee thought about yelling, but doubted there was anyone around who
would help him.  Jimmy was all the way over at the high school and would
never hear him. The fact that he had been subdued by a group of junior high
kids made his situation even more humiliating.

"So, finish him off dude," one of the other boys yelled.

Pee Wee tried with all his might to get up and tackle Jason, who was still
standing close, but before he could give it another thought, Jason had
rolled him over and was on top of him, sitting on his chest. Robert lifted
Pee Wee's head up off the wet floor, pulled him up with a wicked tight full
nelson. Pee Wee tried to speak, but Jason's fist pummeled his ribs and gut
with one punch after another.

Robert released Pee Wee from his powerful hold, and he fell forward to his
knees, then onto his side, in a fetal position. He was groaning, trying to
speak, trying to stand back up, but Jason followed up with a second kick
that connected with Pee Wee's sack that took all his words away.  Pee Wee
yelled out as his testicles were smashed for the second time.  This time he
dropped into the same position as before on his side and clutched his
balls, hardly able to breathe.

Jason looked down at Pee Wee, looking so miserable, all curled up on the
floor in his red jumpsuit, "If you want me to stop beating on you then beg
me to stop!"  He added extra emphasis on the word 'beg'.

"Make him blow you!" Robert suggested.

Jason was laughing, "Nope! I just want to hear him beg me not to beat on
him any more.  He doesn't get to suck my dick now until he begs for it."

"No," Robert said, "Not just you. He's gonna blow all of us. That would
show the fag once and for all!"

Jason turned his attention back to Pee Wee, "Did you think you could just
ran away like that, without any consequences?  Beg!"

But Pee Wee had already surrendered long before he had even gotten into the
truck with Jimmy.  He had already experienced more humiliation than humanly
possible without experiencing some permanent scars to his
self-esteem. Everything he had experienced over the past few weeks had left
him numb.  It was easy now to just give in. He knew that if he continued to
fight, these boys would only end up humiliating him a lot more than he
already had been. So he decided to give in to Jason, before Robert was able
to convince him to go any further.

"Okay, I'm begging you," Pee Wee said, "please don't beat me up any more."
This time Pee Wee had lost this fight before the first blow was struck, and
he knew it.  Whatever pride he had mustered the day before, driven by
misguided hope, was gone.  He had lost it in the wet grass, running in the
rain, walking bundles of sticks out to the street, kneeling at the glory
hole, getting kicked again, and again, and again, in the balls.  It seemed
like the more he resisted whatever fate had in store for him; the more
often he got kicked in the balls.

"You'll do what I say?"  Jason asked, raising one brow.

"Jason, I will do whatever you say from now on!"

"You'll suck my dick?" Jason asked?

"Yes, Jason, I'll suck your dick."

"You'll do more than that!" Jason exclaimed, and raised his arms in a
victory pose.  Then showing off his power, shifted into a double biceps
pose as his friends cheered him on.  Near to tears and facing one of his
most potent fears, of being exposed as less than a man, even among these
younger boys. Pee Wee blushed and tears welled in his eyes. His heart was
pounding.

"So who's more of a man, me or you?"  Jason asked looking serious. Then the
beginning of a smile played hide-and-seek across his face, taking cover for
a while only to reappear seconds later in the form of an amused smirk.

"You are." Pee Wee admitted as the other boys snickered.

"Fuck yeah!"

"So what were you thinking when you ran off yesterday?"

"I was embarrassed." Pee Wee said, "I wanted to leave and go home."

"Did you ever get home, Pee Wee?" Jason asked sarcastically.  "We all saw
the news.  Hell your fucking picture was in the paper even."

"They were even making fun of your little dick on the news," Joel, one of
the other boys said, "It must suck to be you!"  The boys laughed and Pee
Wee could feel himself beginning to cry again, no matter how hard he
endeavored to hold back his tears. "What did that old man say?"  Joel
continued cackling, "He said something like--the only thing you'll ever be
famous for is your little dick!"

"Get up!" Jason ordered, redirecting the conversation, "Stand at
attention!"  Pee Wee did so as the boys gathered around him, examining his
red uniform.  Several pointed out his nickname, embroidered onto his chest
in large white letters.  One of them finally noticed the cum stains on his
crotch that he had deposited there when he came spontaneously, without even
touching himself, while sucking Jimmy's dick earlier that morning.

"He must really get off to mopping the floor!" Robert said, and the other
boys snickered.  "Were you humping the floor, faggot?"

"Take that stupid uniform off!" Jason said, and Pee Wee unzipped the
jumpsuit and slid out of it, slipping off his shoes and kicking the
jumpsuit off to one side.  Several of the quarters fell out of a pocket,
making small clinking sounds as they scattered across the tile.

One of the boys gathered it up and walked it over into the locker room,
then disappeared behind the first row of green lockers.  One of the boys
yelled, "Make him suck your cock!"  The others hooted their agreement.

Noe, one of the younger boys asked, "You gonna really let him suck your
dick, Jason?  Isn't that gay shit?"

Jason's face twisted into a furious look and he spat back, "What the fuck?
There ain't nothing gay about getting a blow job!  This cocksucker is the
one sucking dick.  He already sucked off half the varsity baseball team!
You gonna call them queers?  It's only queer if you're the one sucking dick
or getting your ass fucked!"

"I'm just making sure this dickless faggot knows his place!"  Jason stared
right into Pee Wee's eyes.

The younger boy suddenly backed down. "I guess that makes sense," he said,
and once again, the whooping and hollering started up.

"I think you owe me," Jason said, unfastening his pants. He removed his
yellow t-shirt and faded blue jeans, and took off the tight blue sports
briefs that he had been wearing.

"Grab the sink and bend over," Jason instructed.  Pee Wee obeyed.  Jason
used his feet to kick Pee Wee's legs wider apart, then admired Pee Wee's
firm, swimmer's butt that was being presented so explicitly toward the
group of boys.  Pee Wee had very little hair on his ass.  Jason pulled his
cheeks apart very wide and found his small, pink anus.

Pee Wee's whole backside was stiff as a board.  "You're going to have to
relax or this is going to hurt," Jason warned, sounding more experienced
than he was.  But Pee Wee had already learned that lesson the night before,
when his butt had invaded by Billy for the first time.  It had hurt, still
did.  But he was certain that Billy's hefty penis was much larger, and much
stouter, than anything any of these boys possessed.

Jason reached across Pee Wee's back and pumped several squirts of pink
liquid soap from the dispenser, lubed up his dick and positioned the tip at
Pee Wee's asshole.  He felt Pee Wee clenching up as he pressed against his
pucker.  "Relax!" he said, slapping the side of Pee Wee's ass hard, and
felt Pee Wee trying to loosen his sphincter.

The other boys watched, eager to see Jason shove his hard dick up Pee Wee's
ass.  They wanted to hear Pee Wee squeal and beg. They could see the head
of Jason's cock as it strained against the tight opening of Pee Wee's ass,
straining, straining, and then finally the hole gave way, and Jason's
meager dick plunged in again.  Each of them privately wondered what would
happen when it came their turn, and anticipated forcing themselves on the
submissive teen they had now had under their control.

The head of his dick and a couple of inches of shaft slid in, and Pee Wee
yelped.  The wet heat he felt as he slid inside surprised Jason.  Pee Wee's
smooth hole engulfed his shaft. Jason's friends loved the look of mingled
pain and fear on Pee Wee's face as Jason repeatedly plunged his manhood
into Pee Wee.  It made them feel strong, powerful. They wanted to see Pee
Wee humiliated, and then beg for more.

"You feel that big dick?" Jason asked as he began sliding his shaft in and
out with long, slow strokes.  He watched his own reflection in the mirror
as he pounded into Pee Wee, watched the reflected expression of pain on Pee
Wee's face and reveled in what was happening.  It was an interesting and
very new sensation for Jason.  He could feel the times that Pee Wee clamped
down on his shaft.

Jason picked up speed.  "Yeah, faggot, you love my big cock, don't you?"
Jason snarled, emphasizing the word 'love', as he fucked Pee Wee.  He
picked up the pace and started to really hammer Pee Wee's butt, holding
tightly onto his hips.  With each thrust of his pelvis, his balls slapped
against Pee Wee's ass. Sweat dripped off his handsome face onto Pee Wee's
back as he slammed his shank into Pee Wee over and over.

"Not that," was all Jason heard as Pee Wee spoke in a half mumble, half
whisper.  His words were broken.  He was breathing heavily. Groaning.

"What?"  Jason asked as he drove his hard shaft into Pee Wee again.

"Your dick, it's not that big," Pee Wee said, this time more clearly.  He
forced a smile after that last sentence.  For all his posturing Jason
wasn't all that big, but Pee Wee guessed that four or five inches was
acceptable, especially for an eighth grader. Robert heard it and burst out
laughing.  Noe and Evan tried not to laugh out loud and were covering their
mouths. The expression on Jason's face as Pee Wee pointed out the truth of
his somewhat smaller than average endowment exploded the schoolboy fantasy
he was having about nailing Pee Wee with his monster cock.

Jason growled and rammed his shaft into Pee Wee, pounding it deeper and
harder, using all his strength to ram it in all the way to his balls. Jason
was getting closer and closer to the point of no return.  Ordinarily he
would have taken the bait and reacted to such a well delivered slam at his
manhood, but now, so close to the prize, the best he could do was to take
his payment out in brutal thrusts.  As his thrusts grew harder and more
violent, Pee Wee's head hit the mirror several times.  Pee Wee, who
thrashed beneath him, had been reduced to a series of halted moans that
kept time with his thrusts.

Jason could feel the cum boiling up his shaft and quickly withdrew, and
then slammed his cock back into the older boy. Pee Wee stretched his arms
wide across the sink and lay one side of his face down against the
porcelain.  With the full force of his weight and strength, Jason shoved
violently into Pee Wee, who was trembling and shaking. Pee Wee heard him
gasp, and felt Jason's rod swell inside him as he slammed and seized and
emptied his load.

A few second later Pee Wee felt Jason pull out, leaving him feeling
strangely empty, but glad that his ordeal was over.  He started to stand
when he felt hands on his shoulder, shoving him back down against the
counter.

"Don't move," ordered Robert. He unzipped his shorts and let them drop to
the floor, revealing a pair of gray cotton boxer briefs with an ungodly
bulge in them.  He was the tallest of the group, and from the tent he was
sporting in his briefs, most likely had the largest shaft.

Robert was lean and muscled.  He had a runner's build, not surprising since
he ran track.  His straight hair was black and closely cropped.  He had a
small diamond shaped patch of hair on his chest centered between his pecs
that Pee Wee thought was a bit untimely for a guy in junior high school.
He had a sparse trail of hair that led from his navel down to a thatch of
straight black hair that framed a surprisingly long and slender cock that
stood straight out from his body.  His two egg-sized nuts hung low
underneath.  Pee Wee guessed it might be as long as Billy's, but far more
slender and, unlike Billy's, Robert's dick was straight as a ruler.  His
legs and arms were covered with fine black hairs that were not thick but
readily apparent.  Pee Wee guessed that Robert was destined to be a bear by
the time he graduated from high school.

"Tell me how much you want to be fucked, faggot!" Robert growled at Pee
Wee.

"Beg me for it!" Robert screamed as he tapped his long slender prick on Pee
Wee's butt.

"Please don't," Pee Wee pleaded, "don't make me beg."

"Beg me, cocksucker," Robert repeated, this time reaching down between Pee
Wee's legs and grabbing his balls, "Beg me to fuck you!" He raged, twisting
and pulling down on Pee Wee's already sore nuts. Pee Wee groaned and ached
as the pain of his crushed balls raced up into his stomach.

"Okay, okay, please, Robert, please fuck me!" Pee Wee moaned, and Robert
glowered down at him, on fire. Robert stood to Pee Wee's side, wound up and
walloped Pee Wee's exposed ass! The older boy recoiled with the force of
the strike as he screamed. Jason put his hand over Pee Wee's mouth.  His
whole butt went numb instantaneously.

Jason grabbed Pee Wee's waist with both hands and without warning or
preparation, suddenly shoved hard.  Pee Wee tried to edge himself forward
but the outer rim of the sink kept his hips in place.  Pee Wee leaned
forward on his elbows, unable to resist, forced to accept whatever Jason
made him take.  Jason pulled his rod all the way out and drove it in again,
harder.  It went in farther, and Pee Wee gasped out loud. Again Jason
pulled it out and rammed it in hard this time slamming in one violent
thrust all the way to its base.  Pee Wee screamed and pounded the mirror
facing them.  Jason wrapped his hand over Pee Wee's mouth to silence him.

Robert seemed angry.  Perhaps it was revenge for having to take sloppy
seconds.  He fucked Pee Wee like an animal.  Thrusting in as deep as he
could, at a fast pace, faster and deeper than Jason.  Pee Wee could feel
and hear Robert's balls slapping against him with every thrust.

"Fuck," Pee Wee said, "Please, take it easy."

"You can feel that, huh?"  Robert smirked.

"Aah," Pee Wee said, sucking in his breath. Pee Wee's expression was one of
pure pain, his mouth was hanging open as though he was drunk, and his eyes
were clenched shut.

Crushed beneath the force of Jason's frenzied thrusts, all Pee Wee could do
was accept his place beneath the intruder who pierced his body, burying
himself to the hilt in Pee Wee's hole as he exulted in his power over him.
Pee Wee whelped at the pain but gradually relaxed and the pain he felt
dissolved into a pleasurable rush, especially when Robert's longer cock
poked and rubbed at his prostate like a rutting animal.  Robert wasn't sure
from the sound of Pee Wee's breathing and grunting if he was in pain or
ecstasy.

Something weird was happening to Pee Wee.  The pain pressed into Pee Wee,
had grown so intense he couldn't stand it. Every one of Robert's aggressive
thrusts felt like something inside him was ripping. Then, suddenly,
unexpectedly, the pain was no longer just pain but a fusion of sensations.
He suddenly wondered if he was going to cum or piss himself.

In a fevered lust, Robert once again shifted his position.  "You want that
big dick in your hungry pussy, don't you bitch?" Robert said as he stood up
straight so that he could really piston the full length of his cock into
Pee Wee.  With every thrust Robert was gasping and panting.  So was Pee
Wee.  Robert pumped him like a jack hammer, and then started making a
circular motions with his hips as he drove his long dick to the hilt into
Pee Wee's now relaxed hole.  Pee Wee tilted his head back, opened his mouth
and moaned.

The intense continual pressure on his prostate was too much for Pee Wee,
but he could not move aside from digging his fingernails into the counter
top. The pain was still there, but now there were other sensations, waves
of pleasure that coursed through him.  More pleasure than he had felt even
with Billy. He couldn't verbalize anything. He wanted Robert to keep going.
It was like being on the edge of orgasm for the very first time.  Each
intake of Pee Wee's breath was very raspy, and with each exhale, Pee Wee
groaned in a deep guttural voice.  His groans were broken up into a series
of sounds as Robert's rapid thrusts impacted the flow of air exiting Pee
Wee's throat.

Then suddenly Robert stopped.

He leaned down against Pee Wee and whispered in his ear, "Beg for it." Pee
Wee felt the boy's weight on him, felt his sweaty chest and abdomen
grinding into his back, felt his amazing shaft still penetrating deep
inside him.  Robert sensed that Pee Wee was at the edge, and that he would
do whatever he told him.  He wanted the others to hear him say it.  No one
could doubt just who had complete control over their captive high schooler.
"Beg for it if you want me to keep going," he whispered.

"Fuck me!" Pee Wee begged whimpering. "Please. Fuck my ass with your big
dick!"  The boys could hear the change in his tone.  This time Pee Wee
wasn't just obeying.  This time he wanted to feel Robert's cock inside him,
hammering away, taking him back to the edge and beyond.

Pee Wee's nut sack had become so contracted, that his compact balls had
moved completely up into his body.  The boys noticed the sticky rope of
precum that slowly stretched down from the tip of his diminutive erection
in a thin liquid strand, breaking just before it hit the tile floor between
his feet.  Robert's lengthy shaft slammed into his prostate with greater
intensity, and Pee Wee now felt a constant pressure. Pee Wee's back arched,
and for the second time that day he started shooting without ever having
even touched his own penis.  His cock jumped and then bobbed up and down as
he began to spit out load after load under onto the tile floor the sink.

Pee Wee's sphincter tightened in a series of spasms almost painfully around
Robert's cock.  Suddenly Robert pulled out and the boy's watched him
ejaculate.  Each spurt from Robert's rod landed on Pee Wee's back.  One
long shot hit the middle of his back just inside of his left shoulder. The
boys counted about seven spurts, unbroken ropes of Robert's spooge that
landed on Pee Wee's back before they started getting smaller. His lower
back was soaked in cum.

Noe followed after him, tugging his sweat-shirt and t-shirt off over his
head, pulling by the hood.  Noe was a dark haired Hispanic boy, shorter and
skinnier than his friends. He was the only one among them that was
uncircumcised, except for Pee Wee, though his smaller spike of a penis,
perhaps four inches long, felt like a finger inside Pee Wee after having
been violated by Robert's lengthy tool.  Even so, Pee Wee realized that his
own tiny rod was no match for even the diminutive Noe.  After Noe, Evan
went, and finally Joel.

Trembling, Pee Wee felt their hard rods thrusting inside him, as each of
the younger boys took their turn, exploding and releasing their seed into
him.  He felt their weight on him, their movements, sometimes slow and
steady, and sometimes violent, when their truth filled him.  He felt them
sweating, and grunting.  If these boys were men compared to him, then what
was he?

Then Robert, the ever ready, went once more as the boys cheered him on.
For whatever reason, perhaps it was the way Robert's long shaft repeatedly
struck and rubbed against his prostate, Pee Wee came again.  At last his
trembling legs collapsed and he sank to the floor.  Jason rolled him over
onto his back and sat down on his chest.

Jason's face still burned with embarrassment at Pee Wee, the long suffering
butt of small dick jokes, who had pointed out that Jason's own shank was,
as Pee said, "not that big."  That, and Robert's performance, had cost him
status among his peers.  Jason realized that he, like his friends, had
never before seen their dark haired friend, Robert, erect before.  Jason
has always assumed that his stud cock was the largest, but even Evan's was
it's equal.  Jason suspected that even Joel's shaft was a bit longer, if
not thicker, than his own.  He had to take satisfaction in the fact that
his dick was still larger than the meager meat little Noe had displayed.

By revealing his longer dick, and his fucking prowess, Robert now rivaled
Jason's place as alpha male in their group. This turn of events pissed him
off royally. He hadn't expected gangbanging Pee Wee to become a cock
contest.  Pee Wee himself had brought that about with a wise-ass remark,
and Robert had reveled in it, used the opportunity as Jason's expense!  If
Jason wanted to maintain his spot as group leader, he realized with
embarrassment, that he would have to keep own his pants on in the future.
He figured he would need to up the ante, and soon.

"Pee Wee!" Jason said.

Pee Wee didn't answer.  He turned his face to one side, wishing he could
hide the tears.  In the minds of these younger boys, Pee Wee knew that he
was now at the rock bottom of the pecking order or this wouldn't be
happening.

But Jason was not one to be ignored.  He leaned back between Pee Wee's legs
and grabbed his balls, twisted and squeezed them as hard as he could. Pain
jolted up Pee Wee's spine, and he ineffectually tried to push the younger
boy off of him.

"Open your mouth!" Jason demanded.  And not knowing what to expect, but not
wanting his balls pulled off, Pee Wee hesitantly opened his mouth.  "Keep
it open!" Jason ordered, squeezing harder, and he did as Jason commanded,
stretching his mouth wide open and holding the position.

Jason hocked up a huge wad of spit leaned over and spat it loudly down into
Pee Wee's wide-open mouth, then hocked up another load and spit again,
watching Pee Wee's reaction.  Pee Wee wanted to scream.  This new
degradation was not something he could have anticipated.  As the gob of
spit slid down into his throat he felt queasy, wanted to gag.  But Jason
warned him to hold his position, by twisting his balls a bit harder, and an
"Ah, ah! Keep it open!"  He did, while Jason cleared his throat and managed
to spit a couple of more times down into his open mouth.

Robert came over and hocked up a nasty sounding gob, but missed Pee Wee's
mouth.  The boys laughed as it splatted on Pee Wee's lower cheek and slowly
slid down his jaw onto his neck.  He was more successful on his second
attempt.  A couple of the other boys came over and followed suit.  Pee
Wee's eyes were closed but his tears still flowed freely.  Pee Wee's rib
cage shook and tears ran down his face as he sobbed.  His body was shaking,
and even though he was making an effort to hold his mouth open through his
sobbing, a few of the boys missed the target, coating his face and hair
with gobs of dribble.

"Make him swallow it!" Joel suggested.

"Swallow it." Jason commanded, and Pee Wee, coughing and gagging, trying to
swallow their spit, then begged Jason again to let him up. Robert and the
three other boys laughed as they watched Pee Wee making a horrible face,
realizing just what it was he was swallowing.  He wailed. A sob started
deep inside him and burst out of him sounding like it came right from his
soul.

Jason got up off of him, but Pee Wee remained on the floor, not quite sure
which was hurting more, the pain in his gut, his sore face, or the shock
that he had just swallowed great gobs of the boys' spittle.

"Stand up!"  Jason ordered, and Pee Wee managed to get to his feet.  "Stand
at attention," instructed Jason.  "Hands behind your head."  Pee Wee
snapped to attention and pushed out his chest, placing his arms behind his
neck as he had been told.

"Make him kneel down and suck our dicks, now," Robert the Ever-Ready said,
unfastening his shorts again.

But as Pee Wee started to kneel, additional laughter came from hall that
led from the locker rooms to the basketball court.  Pee Wee looked over to
see Noe returning with another older boy from outside.  Pee Wee immediately
recognized him as Albert Martinez, the boy who had kneed him in the balls
in the locker bay on his first day back to school.

"See?" Noe shouted triumphantly, pointing over at Pee Wee, "I told you he
was here!"  Then Noe shouted over at the other boys, "My brother say's
he'll give us a ride."

Albert, one of Randy's best friends, walked over to the boys who were more
or less standing in a circle around Pee Wee.  "¡Qué ching"n! said Albert
with a look of amusement on his face, "Remember me?"  He stared down
between Pee Wee's legs and asked, "Where's your fucking dick?"  Then he
turned to Jason, "Last time we met this maric"n was so afraid he wet
himself." He laughed, "Noe promised he'd suck my dick."

"He'll do more than that," Jason promised.  Pee Wee looked around him at
these boys who stood at the threshold of manhood, and realized again that
he was just a dickless wonder, barely a boy, never a man.

Albert came up to Pee Wee and grinned, "Now I get to fuck you, pendejo!
But first you have to suck my dick!"

Albert walked around the naked Junior, still standing at attention, put his
hands on Pee Wee's shoulders and pushed him down into a kneeling position
and then gave him a vicious kick to his exposed testicles.  It hurt far
worse than anything Jason or his boys had done.  It felt like that time
that Victor had kicked him.  Pee Wee fell forward and began retch again,
clutching his bruised balls, hardly able to breathe.

"That's for Randy," Albert said, "Now spread your legs and put your hands
behind your head, maric"n." He said to Pee Wee.

"Oh fuck!" Pee Wee exclaimed without thinking, "C'mon. You can't be
serious! I just got out of the. . ." Pee Wee pleaded, "My balls are still
all fucked up.  You can't do that again." He tried to reason with Albert.

"Remember what I told you, pendejo?  Now spread your fucking legs and put
your hands behind your head." Albert repeated again indicating that he was
not giving in.

Pee Wee grew desperate.  So desperate that he turned to Jason and the other
boys for help.  He managed to pull himself back up onto his knees and
pleaded with them, "Please guys.  Don't let him do this."  But from the
expressions on their faces he knew that none of them would go against
Albert

He caught Albert's kick in his peripheral vision in time to think, "Oh
Fuck!" before his foot connected again with Pee Wee's balls.  Pee Wee
dropped back into a fetal position clutching his broken balls and rocking
back and forth. "It hurts," he repeated over and over, "It hurts so fucking
bad!"

"And that's for Victor!"  Albert said, then added, "Get back up,
cocksucker.  You got one more coming."

"No! No way!" was all Pee Wee could manage as he was rolling on the floor
holding his balls looking wild eyes at the junior high boys who just
watched and cheered as he tried, desperately to regain his knees.  His legs
were shaking so hard that standing up was not even an option.

"If I have to make these guys hold you, I'll kick your balls so fucking
hard they'll come up your throat." Pee Wee believed that he was deadly
serious.  He remembered the day that Albert promised him that by the end of
the day his balls would be scrambled eggs.

Albert smashed his foot even harder straight into Pee Wee's sack, squashing
his sore testicles! The pain was amazing.  Pee Wee's world shattered, then
darkened as stars, whole constellations of them, passed through his view.
He grasped his injured balls in pain, heaved and vomited again between his
hoarse attempts to scream, certain that his smashed testicles were broken
like eggshells. He crumpled forward defeated, gasping and moaning. He
looked down at his balls, knowing that they had been crushed.  His scrotum
had drawn up, holding them tight against his body.  Tears and snot were
streaming down his face as he coughed.

Albert walked around in front of Pee Wee and asked him again to suck his
cock.  Tears were still streaming down Pee Wee's face, and he slowly swayed
back and forth like he was about to fall over.  Still he complied as best
he could.  Albert freed his slightly smaller than average penis and slipped
it into the wretched boy's mouth, expecting him to suck him to full
hardness. Then he planned to stick his dick up Pee Wee's sweet ass and fuck
him while his younger brother and all his friends watched.

That's when Pee Wee bit his dick real hard.

Albert squealed out loud in surprise and pain, but he had his dick buried
in Pee Wee's mouth all the way to his balls when Pee Wee decided to clamp
down.  While he was screaming his head off, Pee Wee ravaged his shaft like
a wild animal, then reached up with his right hand and grabbed Albert's low
hangers and tried his best to twist them off the Hispanic boy's body.

Albert punched wildly, hitting Pee Wee in the side of his head.  Pee Wee
fell back flailing with his free arm, but couldn't land a good punch.
Albert slammed Pee Wee into the wall and grabbed his throat.  In his pain
he tried to loose Pee Wee's vice like grip as he felt the boy biting
deeper, striking his face and head.  He was desperate.  Then felt some part
of his manhood tear as Pee Wee gave his balls one last vicious twist and
let go.

Albert fell back and screamed.  He hit the back of his head on the gym
floor.  Dazed he sat up and looked down at his bloody groin.  His penis was
savaged but still attached.  His scrotum was torn also, but he was
concerned least of all about that.  It looked like Pee Wee had torn his
penis half way off, leaving deep wounds along the top and underside.  He
was still bleeding like a stuck pig.

Noe kicked Pee Wee in the head, and then helped his brother to his car.
"We got to get you to a hospital," he said to his brother as they staggered
out the door.  Two of the other boys ran after them, looking pale.

Jason looked over at Pee Wee.  His expression seemed to vacillate somewhere
between anger and fear.  He balled up his fist and took three steps toward
him, then thought better of it, and ran after his friends.  Pee Wee heard a
car start up outside.  The wheels squealed as they pulled out of the
parking lot, and for a second Pee Wee wondered who might be driving.
Certainly not Albert!

Robert the Ever Ready stood there in shock, his ever hard boner still
pressed painfully against the fabric of his briefs, pitching a tent, soggy
with precum.  He felt cheated of the promised blowjob, but now doubted very
much that he would ever be able to put his cock in anyone's mouth.  Ever!
Instead he found himself awkwardly trying to tuck his wilting pole into his
shorts, and threw his weight against the side doors, busting through them
and out into the parking lot.  The doors slammed shut behind him, leaving
Pee Wee alone, but not forgotten.

A half hour later Jimmy walked into the gym expecting to see Pee Wee hard
at work, but instead found him still sitting there naked, all bruised and
bloody on the polished floor of the gym.  He scanned the room but failed to
see his red uniform anywhere.

He ran over to Pee Wee who sat there, very calmly, looking rather dazed.
"What happened?" he asked.

"Some boys came," Pee Wee began, then he looked down, and stopped talking.
"You didn't come back to check on me," he said.  He looked sad, not
frightened. Giant tears rolled down his cheeks. Jimmy was sure that he was
in shock.

"My balls hurt real bad," Pee Wee whispered.  Pee Wee took his hand away
from his groin, and Jimmy stared down at Pee Wee's swollen genitals.  There
were more bruises on his ribs and face.  There was blood all over his face
and running down his chin and onto his chest.

"I bit his dick," Pee Wee whispered.  He hung his head and started staring
down at his groin again, replaced his fingers over his bruised sack
protectively.  His eyes began to well up and he let his tears fall without
making an effort to hide them.  Then his strange silence passed and he
pulled his legs up and put his head against his knees and cried as the
reality of all that had happened over the last few weeks overwhelmed him.

Jimmy also was overwhelmed.  He regretted leaving the boy alone in the gym,
regretted making him work naked, regretted lying to the police officer, and
regretted involving his friends in his stupid domination game.  Jimmy knew
that this was going to cost him.  He had no way of explaining this
situation, but he knew that he had to get this boy, that he was responsible
for, some help.

With a sense of remorse registering clearly in his voice, Jimmy leaned
forward and spoke softly into Pee Wee's ear, "It is going to be alright, I
promise you."

This time he meant it.