Date: Thu, 9 Sep 2004 04:30:20 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Quarry Hole.  Chapter 11.

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story
contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are
consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please
write: jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Quarry
Hole. Chapter 11.


Graig opened the cage and booted Kurt through it. John came up to the cage
and planted Kurt's face in the oatmeal slop, dropped the bowl, locked the
cage, fastened the leash to Graig's collar, and walked the boy back up
stairs, shutting the light. He gave Graig the clothes Kurt had worn that
day, but didn't give him any socks or sneaks.

   They both dressed and John walked Graig out to the truck. As they walked
past the basement door, Graig thought of Kurt down there in the dark, sadly
looking down with clumps of oatmeal paste hanging from his face. He started
getting hard thinking of the moment John had taken that shoehorn whipper,
rolled Kurt over onto his shoulders, spread his legs out and whipped his
balls and that spot right behind 'em.

   A jerk on the leash and Graig stumbled forward out the door.

   Graig climbed in, and John followed, starting the truck, pulling the door
shut.
"Get on it dude," John ordered.

   Graig stared....question marks all over his face.

   John yanked hard on the leash, and pulled the kid to his fly...."Any time
you with me fum now on faggot, you be hangin' on my cock with yer soft
pussypetal lips, less'n I tell you to get off. Now get me out and start chowin'."

Quarry Hole.  Chapter 11.

   Whewww!! Was that a breath suckin' shock to Graig. The flip-floppin'
between slave and master from minute-to-minute was making his head spin. Now with
no choice, he grappled with John's zipper trying to please him as fast as he
could....and the more he hurried, the fumbler he got, and John was getting even
more impatient.... constantly rapping on the back Graig's head and neck.

   Having had enough of this, John short-stopped, sending the boy sailing off
the seat to floor board smacking the back of his head into the dash on the
way down. Then John gave a hard yank on the choke chain as the kid did his best
to get back up and into his lap to serve his cockmaster. As his head surfaced
above the edge of the seat, with one hand pulling the leash, John waled
Graig's face with the other making him let out with a yowling boy-yelp, as he
scurried into John's lap again both hands working that zipper, button and fly
freeing the prickmonster inside for a vacuuming he hoped John would be pleased
enough with that he would forget the mess-up in getting him out.

   John put the truck back in gear and headed back out to get Graig home
while he got him off. As they pulled up in front of Graig's house, John had his
hand down hard on the back Graig's neck as he humped up into the kid's gagging
throat. He got the thrill from having gotten off earlier, that he could make
this fuckfeed last the whole  trip to Graig's place. While the truck idled right
in front of the boy's own house, John pumped him full of cockseed and
wouldn't let the gasping pussyboy up until the absolute last dick spasm had passed
and Graig's tongue went quiet. He released Graig, and the boy slowly,
tentatively, slipped off John's hefty meat. The grooved piss-slit looked angry as Graig
continued to stare down at it as he raised his head up. He got little chance
to contemplate his last ten minutes in that truck as he took a fierce backhand
from John, who yelled, "Get the fuck out you little queer, and I bettah see
yuh wit'cher paws up at the machine shop after school tomorrow dickweed. Graig
couldn't get his stinging face out of there fast enough, but he forgot he was
still on the leash. As he stepped to the ground, John yanked him face down into
the seat again, and pulled him up by the hair and in a hoarse whisper, he
growled....you keep that butt plug up you, fucker....that means no
shittin'....and....no fuckin' cummin' either. He detached the leash and pushed the kid off
the seat, and over on his buttplug in the grass, hitting the gas with the truck
door swinging out there before he slowed, reached over and pulled it shut.

   Barefoot, sprawled in the grass Graig unconsciously rubbed his face
jerking his hand away from spreading the slop of drying spit and cum...."Ughhhh!"
Hmmmm, master wouldn't be happy if he knew that Graig wasn't happy to be
wearing his Johnjelly.

   Graig felt the buttplug as well as the weight of the choke collar. He
staggered to get up and made his way to the garage where he hoped he could cover
his condition before he went inside.

   John was whistling along with a pop tune on the radio as he drove on home
where Kurt was groveling in the bottom of the dog cage, his face caked in
dried oatmeal slop. His solitude in the darkness of the damp basement did not make
it any better.
He was mostly awake, but often found himself dropping off. He couldn't tell
whether
he was dreaming or consciously reviewing his short few years since this all
came to be his life.

   He was about nine maybe, that afternoon when his older brother had come
home from school, the only thing on his mind being to rub one off in the privacy
of the shower, like every other young teen.

   Kurt had innocently gone into the bathroom to take a leak, and was caught
by the strange movement he could see through the frosted shower door. He could
swear his brother was doubled up and got scared. He lunged for the door
handle, rolled it back, and was shocked to see his brother pulling frantically on
his cock....as big a cock as Kurt had ever seen....John's eyes were squeezed
shut and with his knees bent way down, his butt was bucking back and forth and
his left hand was rigid under his balls.

   Kurt jumped back away from shots of white ropey boy spunk fired from his
brother's  crank yankin'. "Ohhh-hhh-hh....f-u-u-c-c-k-k-k!!! Ohhhhh
ummmm...uhhhh...fuck yehhh!!" John moaned in his cumjoy.

   Kurt was frozen. He still didn't know if his brother was in pain or what
the fuck it was....he wanted to reach to his brother and help him, but just
froze...and with a mouth hung open...eyes wide as saucers, his 13 year old
brother's eyes opened. John stood bent-kneed and frozen himself in his embarrassing
afterjack....

   Kurt couldn't even think in his shock. John screamed, "You dirty little
fuck!" Then a hand shot out from under his balls and cuffed Kurt across the
face. He was so crazy he couldn't even think either, and dragged his younger
brother, sneaks, clothes and all, over the tub wall into shower spray, shoved him
to his knees and shoved his cummy dick into his face, his lips and then forced
it into his mouth. "No teeth, fucker....NO FUCKIN' TEETH!!!"

   Kurt shuddered there in the bottom of the dog cage when he thought of that
first cocksuck. How his tongue betrayed him and swashed all over his big
brother's prick head that first time. How he tasted cum for the first time whether
he knew  it or not. How he gagged soon after that first rough entry when his
brother steeled up again and probed the back of his mouth...jabbing at his
throat and air supply. How he couldn't believe his nose and face were being
banged back and forth into his brother's pubes. He remembered the muffled sounds
coming from inside his own mouth as the facefuck went on and on and then the
ultimate....the squirt of gooey slop that covered his tongue and spread all over
his mouth which was pasted to John's groin.....then he had heard from above
him, "Swallow my stuff, faggot! You swallow it! I wanna feel that tongue working
my dick while you swallah my jizz."

   The next moments were almost a lost memory for Kurt who was
unceremoniously stripped of the wet clothes, dried by his brother and hauled by an arm down
the hall on his ass to their room where John got him dressed and ordered him
to sit on his bed and not move. John went back and cleaned the mess in the
bathroom, rinsed the shower of any spooge dribble, then ran down to the dryer with
the wet clothes and towel.

   With plenty of time before the 'rents got in, he could take care of
terrorizing Kurt into keeping quiet about what had just happened. As Kurt whimpered
in the dark basement, he really didn't know what John did in that space of
time when he left Kurt sitting on the bed like an obedient little soldier.

   But....he sure remembered what happened after John came back from the
laundry room, still naked, and slammed the door of the bedroom they shared.

   "Listen to me you little fuck!" he railed as he stormed over in front of
the trembling little dude, who bent back and away from the pointing finger in
his face. "This is between you and me, shitears...and if you tell another soul,
you gonna be one sorry fucker! Got it?  YOU GOT IT?" he demanded.

   "Ye-ye-yehhhh-yesss...Iyuh....yeh..." he stammered.

   "Good....and don't forget it," he yelled again as he smacked a hand to the
back of Kurt's neck and gripped it tight, yanking the kid off the bed onto
his knees again.

   John pulled Kurt's face across his newly swelled prickmeat and
balls...back and forth and back and forth..."Getcher tongue on it dude. Yer face's gonna
be living right there fum now on, queerass. Let's you get right back on it and
getcher big bro off one more once, eh?" he sarcastically snarled down at the
boy as he yanked his head around and slammed him back on his cock again.

   As the weeks and months passed, John shared his little brother with his
buds, and a few years later when the big kids got into the dad's beer, they took
Kurt's pussyass the first time, and that was maybe 3 years ago. That night
ended with Kurt spending his first night in the old dog cage in the basement.
That night they also made the young dude eat dog food that was left from when
they still owned a dog.

   Tonight, Kurt lay in a fetal roll on his side with the bars of the cage
digging into his naked skin, wearing the food, the oatmeal this time, he'd been
fed earlier. It's not clear if Kurt even knew what a normal kid's day was
anymore. He really only knew service to his brother and his friends anymore, even t
he new little punk, Graig tonight....and for who knows how long into the
future. What had been done to him over the years seemed to burst out when he and
the others had punked Shuey and Paul the other day at the quarry. He was his
friends' leader by default because he was toughest and gruffest more than
likely. And he was the one who seemed to make the whole afternoon turn into a
boysex'travaganza.

   John turned onto his street and could see his buddy's truck parked out
front of his house. He rolled by waving as he turned into the drive and pulled up
to the garage. His two buds got out of their truck, knowing it was party time
when they saw it was after dinner time and no parents' cars were there. John
slapped hands with the others as they hit the steps....John said, "I was
thinking we'd order pizza....that way the kid can have somethin' strange tonight."
The big lecherous grin on his face betrayed the nature of the scheme. It
wouldn't be the first time they offered a 'special' tip to a delivery kid.

   Shuey and Paulie had had dinner at Paul's after they got back from the
quarry. They couldn't get over how things changed from their being the butts,
literally, of jokes, and their longtime buddies' dicks....for everything to have
turned to Kurt, and now Graig, being made into fuckboys.

   After dinner, the kids found some play time with a few video games in
Paul's room. Boy, what a change from the other day when they cried into each
other's shoulders after they'd accidentally been 'outed' in front of everybody at
the swimming hole.

   Rubbing himself, Paulie suggested after a while that they go outside and
find a quiet spot to 'play'.

   After dinner, Scott and Mark had gotten together like usual and were
shuffling on over to the park aimlessly. The novelty of their sexplay these last
days, in spite of the new stuff that happened seemingly every fucking day, was
no longer shock to them, as much as it was something to plot and plan for the
next day's activities.

   They were gonna have another coupla new dudes for quarry play the next
day. That second kid from the cafeteria who wanted Kurt to blow him was gonna
bring his brother for Kurt to service the both of them. They were wondering if
the new kids would end up like Graig did....being had by the whole bunch of them
and then walked naked out of the quarry and left jacking off....on his back
in the street....all by himself.

   They were both digging into their pockets to rearrange hardening cocks
what with all the dick talk they were into as they made it over to the softball
field dugouts.
Mark legged it over to the mound and made like a pitcher winding up and
throwing an imaginary fast ball, while Scott sat down short of the 3d base line in
the grass of the infield. Mark made whisper-cheering noises of the imaginary
crowd, tipping his cap having struck out his 'batter,' then flopped to his
knees in front of Scott.

   Scott looked down at the grass he was digging his hands into. Without
looking up at his bud he said. "I'm hard man....can't help it. All this fuck fun
we been havin'...my mind's on it alla time."

   Mark smiled to himself, and said, "Shit man...how kin we help it? We been
non-stop funning mouth and ass...and even a new dude every fuckin' day. It's
like a fuckin' banquet fer our dicks. I rubbed off twice soon's I got
home...even after the afternoon bang-aroun' we had."

   Scott looked up....sheepish, and said, "Ha! Yeh...me too! Couldn't get my
hand off it."

   Mark looked down and seeing Scott rubbing his pants, laughing, he said,
"No shit, dude....yuh still can't," pointing at his buddy, who pulled his hand
away. A silence hung over them for a long moment....then suddenly, they both
were looking down when they blurted out simultaneously, "Wanna help each other
out, dude?"

   They both smiled wide, and Mark clasped his bud's hand....holding tight
for a long moment. In the dark of the evening, it was easier for such guilty
boysex talk when they really couldn't see each other's face that well. In
seconds, Mark was zipping down, Scott too, soon after. They looked hard and long all
around them...then listened for anyone who might be approaching. Satisfied
that they were alone, they looked toward each other's face....touched hands, and
then Mark pulled Scott's hand to his prick. He jumped when the strange hand
squeezed his dick in his boxers. He at first resisted when Scott's other hand,
after guiding Mark's to his open fly, he felt Scott's hard boytool standing out
of his fly already. Scott swooned there for a long glorious moment, then his
free hand cupped Mark's neck and brushed his cheek against his pal of so many
years....pulling....presssing down....his lips to his buddy's ear, he begged,
"Please Mark....please...do this for me....please do it for me."

   Mark's lip touched cockhead, and he pulled back and away, but Scott
increased the massaging pressure to the back of his friend's neck.....down....and
lips....on....the precum drooze wet the boy's lips. They opened, the
boycock....it snaked through.... over buddy tongue. Scott shivered with both the first
lip touch....then the tingling slide of the top of that velvety steel hard
cockhead across the boy's ribbed palate. "Oohhh-h-h-h-h," he warbled, trembled,
bucked up as his sphincter tightened down on his hole, and his boyprick recoiled
inside Mark's mouth, "Ohhhhhgoddddddd....oh Marrrrkkk...ahm shootin'..
shootin'.....shootin' mannnnnnnnnn!!!!"

   Scott kept bucking up, body quaking in the grass....the super cum surge
was more than Mark could handle....but he shivered two and three more times when
his buddy's tongued pressed the oozing cock up against the roof of his mouth.
He was actually aware enough to know what he felt inside Mark's mouth....it
didn't feel sloggy-soggy anymore....but was more sticky-like....and
dry....Mark's lips were still making like a guppy's mouth over the kid's still rock hard
root.

   Scott, squeezed his massaging hand on the back of Mark's neck.....then
leaned in and down, and whispered into Mark's ear...."Did you swallow me,
dude...did you.....ohh
man.....didju eat my stuff???" shivering again as his cock
tingled....hard....pulsed....

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