Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2007 20:15:56 -0800 (PST)
From: NiteSearcher2000 <nitesearcher2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Table and My Balls Chapter 34

TGIF- Thank goodness it's Friday! It's been a good
week but it's also been long and stressful. I'm glad
it's Friday because I'm ready for some fun and some R
& R. I'm tired and restless at the same time.

I get home a little earlier than usual and zip through
my chores. It's really not a lot to do because Steven
is neat and clean, just as I am. I take a quick shower
and grab something to drink before heading to my cage.
I look at the time and try to figure out if there's
something else I need to do before getting in. I'm
looking for a valid reason to delay getting in and I
get mad at myself for doing that. The discipline has
helped me so much that I feel bad about resisting it.
I get in and get in position and try to mentally
prepare myself for what might be a longer than usual
wait.

I'm shocked to hear his car pulling into the driveway
so early. I wait to hear the garage door open but I'm
confused at how long it's taking. I hear the kitchen
door open and it sounds like he's alone. I figure he
must have plans for us to go out and left his car
outside instead of pulling it into the garage. We
usually use my car, but whatever. I'm so glad he's
home early and hope he lets me out sooner rather than
later.

I take a deep breath as I hear his footprints
approaching. "Hey little brother." I jump at the sound
of Cory's voice and pick my head up to look at him.
"Now you're not supposed to move, are you? What
happens when you do something wrong? Do you get a
demerit or something? Detention? Time out?" I'm not
sure what to do or say so I do nothing.

"I figured I'd get here early and wait for you but
here you are. So what now? Can you come out and play?"

"I don't really know. This has never happened before."
I'm being honest with him. Part of me thinks it's
better if I stay put in here but part of me would like
to get out.

"Well, what's the worst that will happen? You'll get
punished for doing the wrong thing and I'll get to
watch. That doesn't seem so bad to me. So what do you
say I get you out of there and have some fun. At least
I'll definitely have some fun. As for you, maybe you
will and maybe you won't. We'll just have to see what
happens. I picked up some stuff on the way home. Let's
try it out."

I try to cover my bases to minimize things in case I
do get in trouble. "I don't know if we should do
this."

"So, here's the first deal. If you keep talking the
first time you say something I don't like I'll gag
you. You got that?"

What the fuck... If he wants to play I know how to play.
"Yes, Sir."

"Oh fuck yeah! I like the sound of that." He opens the
door of the cage. "Don't move until I tell you to." I
feel him putting ankle restraints on my ankles. He
pulls them together and attaches them about twelve
inches apart. "Now back out." I back out slowly which
is all I can do with my legs bound like they are. He
pulls me up to my knees. "So far so good, now for your
arms. He attaches another set of restraints to my
wrists. He grabs a leather cross with clips on the
end. I know its use is to attach my wrists to each
other and then to my ankles. "Stand up." He attaches
it to my ankles. "Now bend over." He attaches my
wrists to my ankles securing all four limbs to each
other. "Oh yeah! That's a good look for you."

He puts a leather collar around my neck and attaches a
leash to it. "Come on little brother. It's time we
take a walk."

What the fuck is he talking about? "I can't walk like
this."

"I think you can." I can hear the amusement in his
voice.

"How am I supposed to do that?" I ask him.

"You're the fucking genius in the family. I'm sure
you'll be able to figure it out. You just need some
motivation." He slams his hand in a downward motion on
my ass. "Now move or I'll do it again," he hits me,
"and again," he hits me again. It's easy to see how
this is going to go. I take a small step. "See. I knew
you could figure it out." It is humiliating as hell to
walk like this. "Your ass up in the air, balls
swinging back and forth, you at my mercy with no
choice but to do whatever I tell you. It doesn't get
better than this does it little brother? Oh no, don't
stop, keep walking. We're not done yet, not by a long
shot. It's such a beautiful day out so let's go
outside and play."

I can't help but thinking that I should have stayed in
my cage. I slowly make my way outside and to his
credit he makes sure I don't fall on the steps or
concrete. He relaxes when we get in the grass.

"Let's start with a real simple game, a game we both
know and love. Fetch! We're gonna play fetch. Won't
that be fun? Now guess who's going to be doing the
throwing and guess who's going to be doing the
fetching." He laughs at himself. I'm not laughing.
"Shit! I forgot to bring a ball. What can we use
instead of a ball? I know! We can use my socks." He
sits on the lawn chair and takes his shoes and socks
off. He balls his socks and wraps them together. He
rubs them in my face. "Take a good whiff of these so
you can find them better. That's it, get real familiar
with the smell." I try to pull away but can't.

He sits back down in the chair. "Okay, now let's go
over the rules. I'm going to throw my socks and you're
going to go get them and carry them back to me in your
mouth. You're going to drop them at my feet, kiss my
feet and thank me, and then ask me to throw them
again. Now just to make sure you try your best I'm
going to watch you and if I don't think you've tried
your best and moved fast enough I'm going to spank the
shit out of you so you try harder the next time.
Sounds like fun, right? So let's do it." He tosses his
socks across the yard. "Move it asshole. They're not
coming back by themselves." He smacks my ass hard to
get his point across. I glare at him like I've seen
Ross do. He smacks my ass harder, "It's okay with me
if you want to play this game. I like it just as much
as fetch." He smacks my butt again.

I do it. What choice do I have? I move as fast as I
can in this ridiculous position. I saw where they
landed and go right to them. I pick them up in my
mouth and carry them to him as fast as I can. I drop
them at his feet. I defiantly wait to see what will
happen if I don't do what he told me to. He picks his
foot up and rubs it all over my face. "You're right
dude! This is better than you just kissing them."  So
I kiss them as he told me too. His feet smell just
like his socks which isn't really that bad.

"Sir, will you please throw them again?" I let the
resentment show in my voice.

"Sure I'd be happy to. The thing is I don't think you
moved fast enough. I'm going to let you slide this
time but unless you move faster next time you're going
to get your ass paddled." He tosses them further this
time.

I take off after them, find them, carry them back and
drop them at his feet. I'm a little out of breath and
starting to sweat already. I kiss his feet and ask him
to throw them again. Of course he does it. I take off
after them again. He repeats the process four more
times. I'm soaked in sweat at this point and breathing
heavy.

"I'm not happy with that one. You know you didn't move
fast enough. Turn around and offer me your ass for the
punishment you know you deserve."

Might as well play the game right. "Please Sir, give
me another chance. I'll do better. I promise."

"Turn around. You shouldn't have slacked off. I can't
let you get away with that. You know you deserve it."
I turn around and he uses his hand on my ass landing
several good ones. He tosses the socks across the yard
and tells me to go get them as he lands a final crack
down on my ass.

I take off as fast as I can. As I'm returning I see
Steven come out the sliding doors and I reach Cory
about five seconds before he does. I figure this is my
chance to maybe get Cory in some trouble. I follow the
rules of the game and drop the socks and kiss Cory's
feet and ask him to throw them again.

Before Cory can throw them again, Steven asks Cory,
"What are you doing?"

Cory looks like a kid with his hand caught in the
cookie jar. "I was uh, just playing fetch with my kid
brother.

"And, why the restraints? That's a pretty tough
position to move in."

"Yeah, sweet right? I was making it more interesting
and challenging."

"Why is his ass so red?" Steven has a slow steady
rhythm as he asks the questions and there is a subtle
amusement in the way he's asking them.

"He wasn't moving fast enough so I paddled his ass to
get him to move faster."

"Sounds reasonable. And what's with the socks?"

 "I'm using my socks because I couldn't find a ball.
Pretty disgusting, right?"

"Not as disgusting as I'd like it to be, but if it
satisfies you go ahead. Don't let me interrupt." I
know Steven is baiting him and wonder where he's
taking this. I know already that it isn't going to
work in my favor.

"No, it's okay. What do you mean it's not as
disgusting as you'd like it to be? What would you do?"
Cory asks. Obviously his curiosity has been peaked.

"This." Steven pulls his dick out and aims for the
socks on the ground. He pisses directly on them
soaking them in his piss. I feel myself physically sag
with my humiliation.

"Wow. That is pretty disgusting." Cory is looking a
bit skeptical at this point. "Why don't you throw them
this time?"

"I'm not touching your socks." Steven sits in the
chair next to Cory.

"Well I'm sure as hell not touching your piss, so now
what?"

"Now we change the game. You." Steven points to me,
"Pick the socks up in your mouth and carry them to
that tree and back. You have two minutes. If it takes
you longer than that we paddle your ass again. Pick
them up now." I bend over and pick them up in my
mouth. Dirty socks, soaked in piss, is pretty
disgusting to me too. They won't touch them with their
hands but I have to pick them up in my mouth. They are
so piss soaked it drips down my face as I hold them in
my mouth. The combination of piss and foot sweat makes
them pretty pungent.

Cory says, "That is so fucking disgusting. You're
gross. There is no fucking way I'd ever do that. I
wouldn't even touch them." I feel the heat rising to
my face as I blush in embarrassment.

Steven tells me, "You have two minutes, Go now."

I move as fast as I can in this awkward position. I
circle the tree and head back. I'm out of breath and
sweaty as I drop the socks in front of them. I squat
down to rest.

Steven says, "Wow. I really underestimated you. One
minute and forty five seconds. That's your new time to
beat. Beat it or be beaten. Do it again, now."

Oh fuck, I pick it up quickly and rise to run as fast
as I can in this position. I'm dripping sweat now and
out of breath. I drop the socks and drop down
balancing on my feet and hands, panting.

"One minute thirty five seconds. Beat it or be beaten.
Do it again, now."

I try my best. I move as fast as I can. I feel clumsy
and slow. I know I didn't make it as I get back to
them. My muscles are aching. I'm exhausted. I drop
down on my ass knowing I was defeated.

"Go back to the tree and wait. Keep the socks in your
mouth. No sitting without permission." Steven heads
into the house as I head to the tree.

Cory follows me. I crouch down balancing on my feet
and hands. "Damn! It sucks to be you. It's good to be
on this end of it though. I've been boned since we
started not to mention most of the day as I thought
about what I was going to do to you. This is better
than I planned." Steven joins him holding a rope and
various paddles and belts. Cory says to him, "The piss
thing. That was a nice touch. I have to piss."

"You want to piss on your brother?" Steven is almost
laughing as he asks it.

"Fuck yeah! Why wouldn't I?" Cory sounds excited.

"Then do it. I'm not going to stop you." Steven steps
back. Cory pulls his dick out right in front of me. It
looks like mine. I can definitely see the family
resemblance in our family jewels. He squirts a stream
right at my face and stops. It takes him a second or
two to get it flowing again. Then he lets loose and
pisses all over me. He's soaking me everywhere with
his urine. Ross comes out of the house as he's doing
it. He surveys the situation and shakes his head.

"Cory, what the fuck are you doing to him?" Ross asks.

"Duhhhh!! Pissing on him. Ask the obvious why don't
you." Typical Cory response.

Ross surrenders the point, "Gee and I thought we were
meeting here to take him out to dinner to celebrate
his promotion."

"Yeah, we'll do that too." Cory assures him.

"Sit." I obey Steven and sit back on my ass. He grabs
the restraints and rolls me over onto my back with my
ankles and wrists in the air. He ties the rope to the
restraints and throws the other end over the big
branch on the tree. He pulls it tight hoisting my arms
and legs into the air. He pulls me up until just my
shoulders and head are on the ground. They just leave
me hanging there and go back to their seats. I'm so
uncomfortable and miserable. I don't know what they're
waiting for. Why don't they just paddle my ass
already? Anticipating it is making it worse.

I know why they waited as soon as Craig arrives. Craig
doesn't hesitate or say anything to me. He just walks
over, whips out his dick and pees on me as if it is
the most natural thing to do. He aims mostly at my
crotch and his piss pours down my body. They finally
come back over to me as he's peeing.

Ross asks, "Is that what I'm supposed to do too?"

"Duhhh!" Ross accepts that as an affirmative answer
from Cory and he pisses on me too.

Steven asks for help as he hoists me up further until
I'm hanging about waist level to them. "Gentlemen,
choose your weapons." They each pick the paddle or
belt they want. Steven lands the first blow to my ass
and it sends me swinging and spinning. I'm too
disoriented to know who landed the next one on the
side of my thigh. They continue landing blows all over
my body as I swing and spin. Arms, sides, thighs and
buttocks are hurting and stinging as they stand all
around me and continue to land blows. They're not
hitting very hard, at least not compared to usual.
When they're done, they lower me until my shoulders
touch the ground again and then leave me hanging there
and go into the house.

They come back out dressed nicely for dinner. It is so
much more humiliating to be in the position I'm in
when they're dressed like this. "We can't take you out
looking like that. I guess we'll just have to leave
you here and go without you." Even though he's saying
it I know Steven would never do that to me. He's too
kind and caring for that and he'd never leave me this
vulnerable and unattended.

Even though, I go along with it and beg him, "Please
let me go with you, please. I promise I'll be good and
do whatever you say. Please don't leave me here alone,
please."

"You'll pay a heavy price to come. No pleasure without
pain. Not for you." Steven sounds ominous.

"Yes, Sir, I know I'll have to pay for the privilege.
Please let me come. Please."

I'm let down and made to shower outside with them all
watching. The water from the garden hose is freezing.
I follow Steven's direction and go up to get dressed.
He said to wear something nice so I get to pick out my
own clothes. I'm careful not to pick something simple
and not too showy. I smile when I think to myself that
I'm going out with straight guys anyway so who cares.
I come down the stairs to find them waiting for me. I
can tell from Steven's eyes that he's pleased.

Cory exclaims, "Fuck! That's exactly what I mean.
After everything we did to him he looks like a million
bucks. It just makes you want to do it all over
again."

Ross clops him on the back of the head. "You, be nice
for the rest of the night."

"Oh all right, but I'm telling you this ain't over."
Cory's pride doesn't let him give in completely.

We have a great dinner together. Steven orders my
favorite dinner for me. He even offers me a sip of his
beer which I politely refuse. I can't remember the
last time I had a beer. I used to drink a lot and
never drink anymore. I don't even miss it. Ross
ruffles my hair, "Good for you. You used to make us
nervous with how much you drank. I'm glad you've
stopped. It's a very mature decision on your part." I
look at Steven and he winks at me. I wonder if he'd
shared Ross's concerns and that's why he'd stopped
letting me drink anything but water. Ross continues
with a toast, "To you, little brother. You've really
pulled it together and built a good life.
Congratulations!" They all join in the toast.

I feel really proud and assure them that I owe it all
to Steven I have never been this focused and self
disciplined and had this much control over my own
life.

It is fun to be with them like this. Friends are great
but family goes all the way back to the beginning. We
reminisce, tell stories, tease and razz each other. We
talk seriously and fool around too. We linger over
dinner and they enjoy a couple of beers as we talk.

Cory raises a conversation. "Okay, seriously now, I
really don't think it's fair that you've all had him
suck you off and I haven't."

"It's not like you've never had a blow job." Ross
consoles him.

Craig rubs it in, "I've never had blow jobs like he
can give. His mouth is like a dream come true. It's
almost better than pussy."

"You're not going queer on us are you Craig?" Ross
asks him.

"No. I'm just saying when it comes to blow jobs he
rules. It doesn't mean I want to marry him." Craig is
stating a fact not being defensive.

"I admit," says Ross, "that it was the best I've ever
had."

"So that's what I'm saying. I want my turn." Cory sits
back and crosses his arms.

"So let's go." Steven stands to leave and everyone
else follows along.

My heart speeds up a little bit at the thought of
what's going to happen. I know I did Ross but that was
different. It was part of a scene that just kind of
flowed. This is different. I'm going home to suck Cory
off. I want to, but it still feels odd.

It is pouring rain when we walk out under the awning
of the restaurant. It's coming down in torrents. I
figure I'll play the good slave boy and ask if they
want me to go get the car so they don't get wet. Cory
feigns being offended, "Do we look like pussies to
you? What do you think that we're afraid of getting
our hair wet? We're real men, not faggots." We all
know he's kidding.

"That's it, you're dead meat." Steven lunges at him
but Cory takes off into the rain with Steven running
after him. Steven is keeping up but can't catch him.
Cory can really run. The three of us laugh at them as
we watch them get soaked running toward the car.

I suddenly realize, "Shit! I have the keys."  I look
around trying to figure out what to do. "I'm going." I
run into the rain toward the car so they can get in. I
hear noise behind me and turn to see Ross and Craig
running behind me. We're all soaking wet by the time
we pile into the car. It is still pouring when we get
home.

We stand in the garage still soaking wet. "No sense
making a mess inside." Steven starts undressing and we
all follow suit and strip to our underwear.

Cory looks sly, "Hey, do you guys have a football?
Anyone open to a game of jock football?" We used to
play football in the rain all the time when we were
kids. We'd pull our shirts and sneakers off and run
around in our shorts. It was fun.

"I'm in." I volunteer quickly and grab the old
football out off the shelf. They all agree and we run
out into the rain in our underwear. We play by the old
rules with no discussion necessary. It's Steven and
Craig against Ross and Cory. They stand at each end of
the yard with me in the center with the ball. I
alternate which direction I run in. If I run toward
Steven and Craig they have to stop me before I reach
the designated end zone. If they fail to, Ross and
Cory score. Visa versa on the next play. It leaves me
doing most of the running and me as the one who keeps
getting tackled. What a surprise...

It's fun running around in the rain like when we were
kids. I take some good hits as they tackle me. There
is definitely some unnecessary roughness and they
don't really need to pile on top of me and push my
face into the grass. Steven and Craig tackle me on one
play and drag me by my legs back toward Ross and Cory
who end the play by jumping on me and making me too
heavy to drag. Cory sits up on my face with his wet
ass right in my face. He purposely rubs it all over my
face and slides his crack up and down. I struggle to
get out from under him but Ross holds me down.

The game deteriorates into dragging me around and
pinning me down in ever more uncomfortable and
embarrassing positions. Their feet, crotches, asses
and underarms are rubbed into my face while knees,
feet, elbows and fists "accidentally" hit me in the
nuts. They are each boned or at least sporting semis.

I'm tired, soaked, and full of mud and grass. I keep
trying to get away and they each take turns catching
and pinning me. I'm having a harder and harder time
putting up a fight. I decide to go for broke and put
all my energy into a run toward the back of the yard
intending to call "base" when I hit the tree. I get
about two thirds of the way there when I feel a pair
of hands grab me from behind. It slows me enough that
he catches up to me and wraps his arms around me and
pulls me to the ground. I land face down with him on
top of me and I realize that it is Steven. He sits up
on my ass and pushes my shoulders into the ground.
"Hold him down!" Ross pins my shoulders down and
Steven slides down from my butt and pulls my underwear
down and off of me. He pulls my butt up so I'm on my
knees. He must have pulled the front of his underwear
down because I feel his hard dick pressing against my
hole. He pushes in hard and fast and I gasp out in
pain. He pulls back and slams right back in. He tells
Ross, "Do it, Man. Do it!"

Ross pulls his dick out and he pulls me up and rubs my
face across his crotch before taking aim at my mouth
and sliding his cock into my mouth as Steven slams
into my butt hole again. Despite all the teasing, Ross
is as well hung as Cory is, but much hairier than the
rest of us. His pubic bush is thick, coarse, and long.
Ross pumps his dick in and out of my mouth a bunch of
times before handing me off to Cory.

Cory is standing in front of me with his underwear
tucked under his balls. He's thin and his pelvis is
rock hard and dead flat. His cock and balls look
bigger because he is the thinnest and least hairy of
us. "It's my turn now, fucker, and I want it done
right. Give me your best." He slides in slow and
brings it right to the root. I fight the gag and deep
throat him. "That's it bitch. Take it. Do it right!
Make me proud of you." That phrase catches me and
makes me want to impress him more. I really try hard
to make him feel good and enjoy the experience. It's
hard to concentrate with Steven fucking me raw.

Cory holds my head with one hand and his dick with the
other and he face fucks me. I hold the tops of his
thighs for balance and I'm amazed with how hard they
are. He pumps into me and I feel his dick swelling
tighter and tighter. He's obviously into it. He shoots
his load into my mouth. I'm amazed at how much he cums
and how light and sweet it tastes. I swallow every
drop. After he's done shooting he pulls out and
crouches down beside me. He holds my face against his
and talks in my ear, "I love you, brother. I really
love you. We're fine right? You're okay with this? I
love this, man."

"Me too." I kiss him on the cheek as I say it. He
slaps me lightly and winks. Steven pushes in hard and
fast to get my attention back.

To Ross he says, "He's yours, bro. Take him."

Ross aims his dick at my mouth and slides it right
into me. He is big, muscular, hairy and stern looking.
He's the most masculine of us. He is imposing as hell
standing over me in the pouring rain. He pushes into
my throat and holds me there. I swallow around his
dick. I can't breathe. He holds me like that until I'm
silently begging him by sliding my hands gently down
his thighs. We got our rhythm and signals down very
quickly. He wanted me squirming and surrendering with
each stroke. Steven fucks me hard while I'm down on
Ross and lightens up when I'm catching a break and a
breath. Ross pushes in and fires his first load deep
but pulls back to shoot the rest in my mouth. As
apposed to Cory's affectionate ending, Ross pulls my
head back by my hair and spits in my face. He smears
his spit across my face with his hand and then offers
his hand to my mouth. I lick his spit from his hand.

Craig steps up. I've done him a bunch of times and
know how to get him off. I slide my hand along his
shaft as I work his crown with my mouth. He shoots
several ropes in my mouth and of course I swallow.

Once they're done Steven gets into a steady pace of
plowing my ass. His strokes are long and steady. I
feel his dick sliding against the walls of my ass. It
suddenly hits me that he's fucking me doggie style
with our brothers watching and I'm taking it like a
bitch in heat. I push my ass back to meet him better
and arch my back more. I go down on my arms and rest
my head on my arms as he continues. He pushes me all
the way down to the ground and lays his full weight on
me as he pumps his load deep inside me. He kisses my
cheek before getting off me.

I stupidly go to get up and he uses his foot to push
my face back into the grass. He holds me there like
that and sends Craig in for some rope. He tells Cory,
"Take my place and use your foot to hold his face in
the grass." He removes his foot and Cory instantly
puts his on my face to hold it down. Steven kicks my
legs apart and reaches under me to pull my balls back
between my thighs. Then he uses the ball of his foot
to step on them and push them into the grass. I feel
his toes against my perineum. The pressure is enormous
and a slow radiating pain spreads from my balls. I
moan and squirm involuntarily. They both increase the
pressure to pin me in place.

Craig returns with the rope. Steven takes it and
quickly and expertly hog ties me. He uses the ends of
the rope to ties my balls high and tight to my ankles
and wrists. He grabs my soaking underwear and stuffs
them in my mouth. "You stay like that until you cum.
Work for it. Hump the grass like the fucking worm you
are." I do my best to hump the grass like he said.
It's very hard to do like this and it pulls and yanks
my balls as I try. He slaps my ass every time I slack
off. Cory puts his foot back on my face.

I do it. I fuck the ground like an animal in front of
them. I work hard for it but finally shoot my load. I
relax my body and moan into the gag in my mouth to let
them know I've done it. It's a powerful orgasm and I'm
suddenly freezing and shivering in the rain. I think
it's a combination of the exhaustion, the emotion, the
embarrassment, and the power of my orgasm but I'm
really shivering. They pick me up and carry me inside
still tied and put me down on a towel on the garage
floor.

They grab some old towels off a shelf to dry and clean
themselves off. They stand around me and talk about
how hot the whole thing was and what a good cock
sucker I am. They wrap the towels around themselves
and I'm very self conscious of being naked and tied on
the floor. I stop shivering now that I'm out of the
rain and in the warmth of the garage but I feel more
embarrassed than I've felt all night and it's not
over.

I can't really see anything but their feet but I hear
Steven move to the workbench and come back. I feel him
writing on my back. He says the words out loud as he
writes, "Cum dump for Steven." He hands the pen off
and Ross writes his name. So do Cory and Ross. I never
understand why this is so humiliating to me. He goes
back to the bench and returns again. I know instantly
what's happening. He puts the wood clamp on my balls
and tightens down on them. I moan deep and guttural
against the pain. Between being tied and crushed my
balls ache deep, but the humiliation is deeper. Deeper
than I expected or have experienced in the past.

Steven sits beside me. "This is a real bitch ain't it?
Worse than you thought, right? It's one thing in front
of a bunch of strangers but another thing in front of
family, isn't it? You can get away from the others but
not from us. You're going to keep seeing us. We're all
going to be there at family dinners, weddings,
picnics, parties... we'll all be there and you'll never
know what's going to happen. Now you're vulnerable any
place, any time. You never know when you're going to
be spanked or made to suck or anything else we can
think of. Just imagine it, all dressed up at a family
affair and you get called aside just to take a kick in
the balls and then have to go back and pretend nothing
happened. One of us hands you a beer but it's not
beer, it's piss, and you have to drink it without
anyone knowing, but we'll know, and you'll know. It
sucks to be you but it's so good to be us."

"Fuck. That got me boned up again." Cory states
bluntly. He looks around at everyone tenting their
towels. "I'm not the only one."

Steven reaches under me and painfully pulls my erect
cock back between my legs to show it to everyone.

"Fuck, that's sick." It's more humiliating coming from
Ross.

Steven sets the scene, "We're going to get cleaned up.
Then we're going to let you loose so you can get
cleaned up too. Then we each get a turn at you for
whatever we want one, on one. That will seal it.
You'll be put in your place and we'll take ours." My
cock throbs it's so fucking hard. I strain to look up
and they're all hard too.

I lay there thinking until they're all cleaned up.
They release me and I shower and get cleaned up too. I
pull on a pair of well worn jeans thinking none of
them, other than Steven, are interested in anything I
have in my pants. I was wrong. I suck one of them but
get fucked by two of them. As promised, Steven never
asks and I never tell.