Date: Tue, 7 May 2013 15:28:21 +0000
From: Alive Now <now_alive@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sammy's Descent Chapter 1

Sammy's Descent

This is my first story on Nifty; I hope you like it. I'm not much of a
writer, but I'm keen to learn. Sammy has been my imaginary friend for over
a year now as I penned this saga; personally I like the story more in the
later chapters where new characters enter the plot and the boys become more
adventurous, that said, where better to start than at the beginning. I was
first inspired to write this after reading The Downfall of Nate Ramsey and
would like to thank Jax for his support and encouragement (as well as the
many hours of lust filled fantasy).

Please write to me at now_alive@hotmail.com and let me know if you like the
story. I would love feedback and ideas and will do my best to include your
fantasies if they are compatible with the plot. Also feel free to write to
any of the boys directly, they will reply, but please don't ask them for
photos because they are fictional characters and will find it hard to
comply lol.


Chapter One – Caught in the Act


The front door slammed and I heard hurried footsteps clattering up the
stairs, "Sammy you up here?"

"In my room Jay." I shouted loudly with a more desperate "Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck!" under my breath as I scrambled to neutralise the room after a
marathon wankfest. I had seconds to close down the images on my computer
screen, straighten the room, withdraw the carrot from my naked butt and put
some clothes on. Impossible with him moving so fast. I only had time for
emergency measures. I flattened the laptop screen, praying that he wouldn't
have need to show me anything on the net. I threw myself onto the bed and
dived under my duvet just as my door opened. I was still start bollock
naked but at least the covers now hid my desperate erection. It was a very
close call, if he hadn't shouted I would have been caught dick in hand.

"What the fuck you up to Sams?" Jay looked around the room frowning, from
the look on his face it was clear he knew exactly what I'd been up to, but
at least I hadn't been exposed as queer.

"Nothing Jay" I lied unconvincing. "What you after bro?" As I sat up to
talk, the covers slid down off my shoulders leaving me naked to the
waist. Worse, I yelped slightly as the forgotten root vegetable butt-plug
was forced deeper into my anus. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" this time in my head,
"please god, just don't let him get suspicious or I'm dead"; Jay is an
amazing brother, but straight as they come and certainly not forgiving of
the sort of shit that was getting me off.

"Come into my room, it stinks in here. I've got something to tell you." He
started to pull the duvet to get my ass moving, something he'd done since
childhood.

I held on for grim death, desperate not to be exposed, "Jay please I'm
naked!" I screamed.

"Why are you naked you little freak? It's four o'clock in the afternoon."
He started to pull the covers again, not so strongly this time; again I was
able to resist.

"Please Jay!" I begged.

"Tell me why you're naked and I'll talk to you in here."

"I was sleeping." The covers were yanked again, harder this time and I
barely managed to hold onto my modesty; only the thought of the vegetable
deep in my ass gave me the power to resist.

"Don't lie to me you little fuck. That's not how we roll. Truth or naked!"

"I'm sorry Jay, but it's embarrassing. I can't tell you."

"I don't care how embarrassed you are you little bitch. Tell me what you
were up to now or I'll find out for myself." Again pressure on the duvet
and this time a hand reaching for my laptop. I couldn't defend both at
once.

"Jay PLEASE!" I yelped, "I'm sorry. Please don't make me tell you."

He started to open the laptop, staring into my eyes. Daring me. I couldn't
risk full exposure. The humiliation of being caught masturbating was
preferable to being outed as the submissive little queer boy I am.  "No,
please Jay. I'm sorry for lying to you bro. Please" The look on his face
told me I had no choice; Jay always got his way in the end, and often
sooner rather than later. He was enjoying my misery and there was no way he
was about to let me off the hook. I hung my head in shame and quietly I
whispered. "Ok, OK, I was jacking off Jay. Satisfied?" I felt mortified,
but lifted my head to stare at Jay defiantly.

"Sorry I couldn't hear you Sammy; could you speak up please?"

I screwed my eyes up; why did he always have to do this to me? I knew there
was no choice but to repeat it and face whatever punishment he decided was
fitting. Defeated, I repeated my confession more clearly "I was jacking off
Jay; that's why I'm naked at 4 o'clock in the afternoon."

 Jay laughed at me. "So my little brother really is a wanker. It's
official. I wouldn't have thought you'd of had enough between your legs to
rub, but there we are; I guess we make do with what we've got." He patted
the top of the duvet where he figured my cock would be.

"So Sammy, not only are you a wanker, but you lied to me so I think a
punishment is in order. What do you think would be fitting?" he pretended
to be thinking hard, "What about cleaning my room for the next month?"

I shook my head slowly, confused but relieved. "Sure. Whatever you want
Jay." I felt mortified I'd been caught and just wanted the subject closed.

"And just so you remember what a worthless little wanker you are you can do
your new little cleaning job wearing nothing but your underwear." I groaned
under my breath, but knew I'd have no choice, "I think that's fitting. And
I suggest you say `yes Jay' nicely or I'll add naked laundry to the game!"
His face had softened now, he knew I did most of his chores anyway; he
smiled as if I was welcomed back to the fold, forgiven.

I paused a moment, reflecting on how good it felt inside when he accepted
and included me. I returned his smile, "Yes Jay, nicely" I joked, lifting
the last of the tension. He grabbed my head in a headlock and ruffled my
hair affectionately, returning the mood to a normal brotherly chat. "What
did you want to talk to me about?" I looked down to see the duvet had
slipped down so low that the base of my softening cock was showing. I went
instantly cold. What would Jay do to me if he realised I'd shaved off all
my pubic hair, that my cock, balls and ass were completely denuded? I'd
probably get away with the bit of me above the duvet, although that too had
been scraped by the razor as I'd endeavoured to make myself more like the
boys I'd read about online and seen in videos. And wanking felt so much
better when I was hairless. Not that I'm normally hairy, quite the opposite
in fact but I'd shaved off everything from my neck down just because it
turned me on. Jay however isn't the type of jock who forgives that type of
perversion – unless ordered by him of course. As surreptitiously as I
could manage, I raced to pull the covers up above my belly button. He
hadn't noticed.

Jay sat down on the bed and with a big sigh started to fill me in, "Well my
favourite little brother." I am actually his only brother, but it's
definitely true that I'm much smaller than him. "Have you heard what Tyler
has done to Asher Reid?"

I had no idea what Jay was talking about. I knew Asher of course, hell
pretty much everyone knew Asher. Growing up he'd been Jay's best friend,
but when they were both 14 Ash had been chosen to star as the kid in an
advert. It was a pretty big deal at the time and the advertising agency
turned it into a series. It turned Asher Reid into a minor celebrity for a
while, with interviews in the teen mags and stuff. Nothing too big, and
nothing your everyday Joe in the street would remember, but it was enough
to go to his head. Over time he became more and more distant and aloof,
looking down on the mere mortals who weren't part of his new TV life. He
pretty much dumped Jay in favour of sycophants and people who `understood
the pressures of being a TV personality'. In short he became a bit of an
arrogant knob, and Jay's former love for his best friend was now replaced
by a festering resentment and anger.

Whilst Ash still did the odd bit of modelling he had made a pact with his
parents that he wouldn't pursue more TV work until he'd finished school –
which with A Levels pretty much in the bag (assuming his timetable was
anything like Jay's) he was now pretty well free to do. Much as I'd
personally miss him, for Jay's sake I would be pleased to see him go; I
couldn't stand the pain in my brother's eyes when Asher was about.

My view of Asher was different. In my world he deserved to be
arrogant. Hell he deserved to be worshipped. He was outstandingly
beautiful, the type of boy that girls drool over, dark rich hair styled to
perfection, a smile that melts hearts, tanned skin and startling hazel
eyes. He wasn't overly tall at 5'11 but so perfectly proportioned. I'd
dreamed of one day finding a topless photo shoot but Asher seemed almost
phobic of revealing any of the beautiful flesh beneath his clothes. His
image had been carefully crafted as the stunning clean living boy next
door; his onscreen personality oozed warmth and sincerity, but then Asher
was a great actor.

People like me were shit beneath his feet, and he treated us appropriately
– as lower mortals with our only purpose to do his bidding. I was
grateful if he even spoke to me, no task was too demeaning for me if it
meant I got to hear his voice. Other people might have called it bullying,
but any attention from Asher Reid was welcome however small and however
humiliating. My teen body reacted intensely to him, like a drug; whenever
in his presence I was hard and if his attention was actually focussed on me
it was everything I could do not to cream in my pants.

"Earth to Sammy" Jay rapped me on the head, shaking me out of my
reflection, "Well have you Sammy boy? Heard about the downfall of the
`oh-so-famous' Asher Reid?"

"What? No! I've not heard anything. What's happened Jay?" He now had my
full attention and he was playing me, "What do you mean downfall?" My body
involuntarily moved forward, leaning in, desperate to
know. "Eeeeeeeiiiioooowwwww... FUCK!" I screeched as the forgotten carrot
was pressed fully into my anus by my forward motion. I felt my sphincter
slowly close around the carrots green top, leaving only the leaves trailing
out of my ass like a tail. I could feel the vegetable deep inside me,
filling me, raping me as I struggled to regain my composure in front of my
bemused brother.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Sams? You want to hear this, or do you
want to stay weird?" He was staring at me. "Well?" I'd obviously crossed
some sort of line in his patience.

"Sorry Jay. Please I'm listening. I just had cramp." I lied. "What's
happened to him?"

"Well if you stop being a little fuck up I'll tell you. It seems that
whilst I was away Asher pissed off Tyler so much that he decided to bring
the TV-tosser down a peg or two. I still don't quite know how he did it,
but he's managed to blackmail Ash into doing some of the most humiliating
things possible. It seems that he'll do pretty much anything to protect his
precious future acting career. You won't believe what Tyler's had him
doing." Jay was laughing, and there was something new in his face,
something I'd never seen before. Release maybe? Revenge?

"You're joking?" He had my full attention now. "What's he been forced to
do? Tell me please."  I was in danger of being overly interested.

"What's it worth to tell you Sammy?"

"What?"

"What's it worth for me to tell you about Asher's fucked up exploits? If I
tell you every sordid detail, what will you do for me? It's a good
story. As a teaser it involves them stripping his arrogant ass naked and
humiliating the living shit out of him. They're forcing him to obey their
every command, however disgusting, and if he doesn't obey instantly they'll
post some rather compromising video footage they've shot of him on YouTube
and other more explicit sites. And from what Dillon showed me just now the
videos are going to be very popular, hell they've already put one online,
not showing his face or anything, but it's had over 250,000 viewers
already."

I couldn't believe it, I'd of given my right arm to hear the story, but
somehow with every hormone in my body racing I had to fight to maintain
sufficient composure to appear the bullied student looking for a saviour
rather than a fucked up little queer turned on by stories of jocks getting
humiliated and degraded. "What do you want Jay?"

"Breakfast in bed for a week should do for starters."

"Done" I smiled.

"Well, if you're sitting comfortably, I'll begin." I wasn't; I had a fat
carrot bedded deep in my ass and a painfully raging hard-on, but I was
certainly listening.

"I don't have the whole story yet but I've seen footage of him taken last
week at the pool. They made him strip naked in the main changing area and
act like a total pervert. He was forced to stand brazenly naked right in
front of the changing room door with his butt and dick on display to
everyone passing by – by the way they've shaved him completely – can
you fucking believe it? Like he's got no fucking pubic hair or anything!"
The irony wasn't lost on me, and my hands unconsciously pulled the covers
up further. "They made him stay there by the door nude for 30 minutes
before they gave him the tinniest pair of white Speedos to wear. They were
almost translucent and Tyler had cut out the lining so they left nothing to
the imagination – especially once wet. They made him strut around the
pool doing his model walk – you'd love the video it was so funny."

I shook my head and grinned as if not believing what I was hearing –
which wasn't hard because it was beyond any fantasy that I'd ever dared
imagine. "Later they ordered him to remove the trunks in the pool and took
them off him leaving him swimming stark bollock naked right there in the
pool with no way of covering himself and everyone else swimming around
oblivious of his plight. I'm not sure how he got out; the video stops at
that point as the guys left. But I would have loved to see that final
humiliation."

I was in shock. As I've already said Asher holds god-like status to
me. He's as straight as they come and the idea of him being forced into
nudity and exposed by Tyler was the ultimate wank-fodder for my teenage
dick. I would have given anything to have been there. Watching would have
been amazing; witnessing his humiliation first-hand as they stripped the
clothes from his incredible body and forced him to obey their commands.

"There are other stories too," Jay was talking again, "all just as
perverse. I've seen videos of him being fucked with a cucumber and sucking
cock." He paused to gauge my reaction – which wouldn't have disappointed
him. "I've seen him being forced to piss outside and being spanked. I've
seen him being forced to strip naked in a gay bar with fat old queers
watching, with only a mask to preserve his modesty. I've even seen him
begging to be fucked. Can you believe it?"

I couldn't and just sat there staring at him, my eyes begging him to tell
me more.

Jay ruffled my hair. "I thought this would interest you little bro,
particularly after the way he's bullied you recently, in fact that's why
I'm telling you, I thought you might like the opportunity to get your own
back?"

Thank fuck for that! The duvet was thick enough to conceal my rock hard
dick and he was mistaking my over enthusiastic interest as a lust for
revenge. Trying to reign in my sexual desire I nodded almost shyly as if I
was considering the torment he had put me through. The truth of course was
that it hadn't been bullying, just Asher being his gorgeous self and
putting me in my place. The more he `bullied' me the hotter I got and the
sooner I needed to get to a bathroom to jack off and relive every put down
in my sordid little mind. "What do you want me to do Jay?"

"I don't want you to do anything little bro, this has to be your
choice. But if you want to be involved, then as your dashing big brother, I
thought you might like to see the arrogant fuck brought down a peg or
two. Because I've been away for the last couple of weeks," he'd been at an
ice hockey camp in the states, "I've missed out on all the fun so far,
soooooo Tyler wants me to get up to speed. So he's given me Asher and the
twat is mine this evening to humiliate and abuse. Just me and him would
feel weird soI thought you might like to join me?"

I was beside myself. "Of course Jay, I want in." Not too convincingly
adding "I'd love to get my own back for everything he's done. What's the
plan?"

"Well I get him after from 6pm tonight. Tyler is letting him attend
football practice as normal and then he's all mine. I guess I'll pick him
up in the school parking lot and take him somewhere. Any ideas Sammy?"

"Like what do you mean?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"Well something to humiliate him and degrade him and let us get our own
back. He hates being naked so we should probably include some of that don't
you think? Then make him do some fucked up stuff whilst we laugh at his
naked ass."

My smile was wolfish. "I might have an idea if you want him to suffer?" Jay
nodded for me to continue. Leaning in I adopted a conspiratorial tone,
"Well he does need to get from the locker room to your truck doesn't he?"

"I guess so, what did you have in mind?"

"I just thought it might be funny to force him to do that little trip
naked. That way he'll already be suffering before he even gets to you." My
expression was quizzical, as if asking him if this was a good idea,
seemingly bowing to his seniority. Inside I was churning. Would I really
get to see Asher's supreme body naked in public? This was better than my
wildest dreams.

"Good start Sammer. You've got the idea. What would you have him do then,
to humiliate him further?"

"I don't know? Maybe you could make him jack off before you let him get in,
and maybe he has to ride with us naked?"

"You've got a mind for revenge little bro. I couldn't have come up with a
better starter for our little adventure myself. I'll tell Tyler. I'm sure
he'll be happy to pass on the, err... orders, to Lord Asher and we'll just
sit back and wait for his bare ass show to begin. I'll meet you in my truck
at 6pm at the far end of the lot behind the sports hall. That work for
you?" I nodded, grinning ear to ear now; nodding. "OK Sam I'll let you get
back to your wanking now – I suspect you may have a little more to think
about in your dirty little head." His last remark was punctuated by a
playful cuff to the back of my head, I wasn't quite sure what he meant by
it, but the way he said it chilled me a little more than I cared for.


Please let me know if you would like to hear more about Sammy's adventures
or if you'd like to talk to him or the other characters just email me (or
them) at now_alive@hotmail.com. I look forward to chatting Zac x