Date: Fri, 06 Aug 1999 10:42:54 -0700
From: Cal Speed <calspeed@mailcity.com>
Subject: Re: A Teen Jock's Humiliation - Chapter 5

A Teen Jock's Humiliation

Copyright 1999 Calspeed


Chapter 5


I sat on the ground butt naked with my hands tied behind my back.  Steve
hadn't said a word.  He just stood there looking me up and down while
twirling my Jockey briefs in his left hand.  Finally, he reached down and
pulled me up by my shoulders.  "I asked those guys to get you out of the
car, not throw you out of the car!  You okay?" he said.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied.  Actually, my ass was a little bruised but I
wasn't going to mention that to Steve.  I glanced at the car.  I could see
Ryan, Rick and Scotty inside watching us.  "You're not dumping me here?" I
asked.

Steve looked at me quizzically.  "Here?  No, I'm not dumping you here."  I
guess I was relieved but I wasn't sure I liked Steve's emphasis on the word
here.

"Come along.  We have a little ways to go," said Steve.  "Oh, wait a sec, I
almost forgot."  Steve took my cum-stained Jockeys and pulled them over my
head as a crude blindfold.  He gave me a little push and I started walking.

Steve steered me along by my shoulders.  I think he kept me from running
into anything big and he held me up when I tripped a couple of times.

"You know, Ryan is my oldest friend.  I know him better than probably
anybody in the world," said Steve as we trudged along.  "He's quiet but
he's a really sweet guy once you know him."

I thought back on Ryan sticking his fingers up my defenseless ass in the
car and replied, somewhat coldly, "You'll excuse me if I only have tonight
to go by."

"Arrogant prick," I heard Steve mutter.

Steve fell silent for a moment and then tried again.  "Did you know Ryan
attended all your baseball games?"

"No, I didn't," I said.  "Is he a baseball fan?"

"I didn't think so," replied Steve.  "He only started going when you joined
the team."

This was interesting and I hoped Steve would say more.  But he didn't.

After that, Steve seemed to be steering me into more small branches.  They
stung when they slapped against my bare body.  I was sure that I was
getting covered with small scratches.  It was a relief when Steve
eventually told me to stop.

"Stand still," ordered Steve.  I could hear him doing something with the
other end of the rope which tied my hands.  Then Steve took my briefs off
my head and I could look around. Steve had tied me to a large old tree at
the edge of a good-sized clearing.  In the middle were the remains of an
old campfire.  Steve looked at me and admired his handiwork.  I reminded
myself that I had agreed to all of this.

"Uh, Steve, could you put my underpants back on," I asked.

"You don't mean to tell me you still have any modesty left?" laughed Steve.
"Oh, okay."  He held out my briefs and I stepped into them.  He pulled them
up and slapped my butt (it didn't seem that anyone could touch my underwear
tonight without swatting my ass).  Being covered up again made me feel a
little better for some reason.

Steve walked over to a nearby tree and turned his back to me.  I heard him
unzip as he started to take a leak.  He called over his shoulder at me,
"you know, Cal, I don't remember you taking a whiz since you showed up at
the bridge.  Don't you need to go?"

That did it.  With everything else going on, I had been ignoring my full
bladder.  But with Steve's comment, I now had to piss like a racehorse.  "I
do, Steve.  Could you maybe ."

"Forget it, Cal, I'm not holding it for you," said Steve, as he zipped up.

"Then could you at least pull down my shorts?" I asked.

"You just had me pull them up!  You ought to make up your mind before
asking people to do things for you.  Anyway, I'm out of here.  Later!"
With that, Steve turned and walked out of the clearing back into the
forest.  I was suddenly very alone.

"Steve, where are you going?  Hey, good joke!  Come back!" I called after
him.  But he had disappeared.  Was he planning to dump me here in the
middle of the woods?  Would they find an almost naked skeleton tied to a
tree in a few years?  I panicked.  I couldn't believe Steve would really
abandon me where I had no chance of getting free.  Ryan would make him come
back, wouldn't he?

But the minutes passed and he didn't come back.  What if he never came
back?  It was cold standing there in just my Jockeys but it wouldn't get
below freezing down here.  Someone might eventually find me.  But what kind
of person wanders the backwoods?  And what might that kind of person do to
a teenager in his underwear tied to a tree?

The forest was silent except for its night sounds.  I heard crickets.  I
heard the hoot of an owl.  I was cold.  And I still had to pee really bad!
Finally, I couldn't take it any more and just let go.  The piss streamed
into my briefs and then down my legs.  Its warmth took a little of the
chill out of me for a moment.

Just then, Steve, Rick, Ryan and Scotty walked back into the clearing.
Steve, Ryan and Scotty were carrying some wood they must have been
gathering.  Rick had something in his hands that I couldn't see too well.
My happiness to see them vied with my embarrassment at the state I was in.

The four of them walked up and stood around me in a semicircle.  They could
hardly miss that I was drenched from my crotch down with piss.

"Gee, Cal, you peed in your shorts.  I guess you don't have any standards
left," said Steve.

"That's gross!" said Scotty.  I said nothing but turned bright red.

Ryan and Scotty went off to build a fire.  Steve and Rick looked me up and
down with big grins on their faces.  I could see that Rick was carrying a
camera.  I knew Rick was in the Photography Club at school; I guess the
camera had been in the car's trunk all evening.

"You make a pretty picture, Cal, so we're going to take some," said Steve.
"Rick, take a picture from each angle."  Rick started taking photos of me
tied to the tree wearing only my wet briefs.  After he took a series of
pictures, he pulled my Jockeys down below my knees and took a second set.
I hadn't heard Steve tell him to do that but perhaps he was just being
thorough.  I hoped that the pictures wouldn't come out but I thought Rick
probably knew what he was doing.

After all the flashes stopped, I had to blink my eyes a few times.  I
opened them to see Steve reach down and pick up my sodden underwear.  "I
think these could stand to dry out by the fire," he said as he pulled them
from under my feet.  Ryan and Scotty had gotten a pretty good fire going by
this time.  Steve walked over and dropped my Jockeys right in the middle of
the flames.  I watched my last remaining article of clothing smolder and
start to burn.  "Oops!" said Steve.

Steve walked back to where I was tied up and said, "I guess I could untie
you now.  You're not planning to go anywhere, are you?"

"No, Steve," I said.  There were four of them; I could hardly get away.
Also, I didn't know the way back.  Steve untied me.  I swung my arms around
to get the circulation going.  I started to walk toward the fire to get
warm.

"Crawl, Cal," instructed Steve.  I got down on my hands and knees and
crawled over to the fire.  As I warmed myself, Steve walked over and looked
down at me.

"What should I do with you, Cal?" Steve asked.  "What can I take from you
that hasn't already been taken?"

I couldn't think of anything off the top of my head.  "How about a blow
job, Steve?"  At least I was pretty good at those.

"Not from that filthy mouth!" said Steve.  "I know where it has been
tonight.  But your asshole is pretty much untouched."  Steve didn't know
about Ryan's finger fuck of me and I decided not to enlighten him.  "Have
you ever been butt fucked, Cal?"

"No, I haven't," I said.

"Well, that's going to change.  I'm going to bust your cherry, dude."

Steve peeled off his gray sweater.  This revealed a well built and almost
hairless chest.  It was maybe not as chiseled as Ryan's but very nicely
proportioned with good pecs and ripped abs.  Then Steve slipped off his
shoes and pulled off his faded jeans.  This left him standing in gray
boxer-briefs and white socks.  He had a classic swimmer's build with strong
legs.  With his longish dirty blond hair and nice tan, he looked like a
surfer (if we had surfers in backwoods Maine).  I could see a good sized
bulge growing in Steve's underwear.  "Go over and get on your hands and
knees on that rock," said Steve, directing me to a large flat-topped
boulder near the center of the clearing.  I crawled over and got up on all
fours on the rock.

Steve walked over behind me and started to squeeze my butt cheeks like they
were melons.  Then he gave my ass a hard slap.  "Scotty, come over here and
get Cal's butt warmed up for me," called Steve.

"Sure thing, Steve," said Scotty with a broad smile.  Scotty came over and
stood behind me.  I could hear him pull his belt out from his cargo shorts
and I knew what was coming.  He folded over the belt and started to lightly
whip my behind.  Since my balls were hanging there in front of him, he gave
them a few whacks as well.  I yelped and Scotty turned his attention back
to my butt.  After a few more, harder strokes on each cheek, he put the
belt back on and started to enthusiastically slap my ass with his bare
hand.

While Scotty was paddling me, Steve had bent over to get something out of
his pants pocket.  I could see his strong back and the firm globes beneath
the gray cotton of his underwear.  He had a nice looking butt.  I was a
little shocked that I was now noticing this sort of thing.  Steve walked
over in front of me.  He held up a condom packet and ripped it open.  Steve
handed the condom to me.  "Put it on me," he said, sticking his crotch in
my face.

I was impressed that Steve practiced safe sex (or maybe he just wasn't sure
how clean my butt was).  I reached my hands out and pulled down Steve's
boxer-briefs, releasing his fully erect cock.  It was throbbing as I
grabbed hold of it.  It was bigger than mine, even bigger than Ryan's,
probably about 7 « inches, and quite thick.  It was circumcised and
straight as an arrow.  I put the condom on the tip and unrolled it up his
boner, trying to time my actions in between Scotty's slaps so I could keep
my balance.

"Okay, that's enough, Scotty."  Steve pushed his boxer-briefs down below
his ankles and stepped out of them.  Then he walked behind me.  He nudged
my legs apart and looked at my red butt.  "Try to relax and this will go
easier," said Steve.  He pulled apart my ass cheeks and then ran a finger
from the back of my balls up my crack.  He circled my asshole with his
finger and then rubbed it.  Steve then reached around and stuck his fingers
in my mouth to lick as lubrication.  He gently pressed one finger inside my
hole.  It went in pretty easily.  Maybe it was just as well that Ryan had
loosened me up earlier.  Steve then stuck in another finger and slid the
two of them in and out.

"You sure you've never done this before?" said Steve, as he removed his
fingers.  "They went in pretty easily.  Maybe we'll try fisting next time."
What next time, I wondered.  Steve spit into his fingers and lubed up his
dick.  Then he leaned over and spit on my asshole.  He pressed his meat
against my back door.  I tried to relax as he pushed on in.  I thought I
would pass out; it was like the worst medical exam ever.  Steve started to
ride me.  He used long, slow strokes to get me used to his invasion.  It
was painful but I just tried to accept it.

Steve gradually speeded up his thrusts.  I was wondering why people enjoyed
this until he started hitting what I guess was my prostate.  Then pleasure
started mixing with the pain.

"Take some pictures, Rick," said Steve, "but make sure you can't see my
face."

Rick picked up his camera and took a series of photos from all angles.  As
the flashes went off, it occurred to me that these were perfect blackmail
shots: I was not tied up, you could see me clearly, I was being
butt-fucked, and you couldn't see Steve's face.

Steve was really going at it now; he was slamming his balls against my ass.
I could feel beads of his sweat dropping off his body onto my back.  I
lifted up my butt to take his assault.  I was hard cocked again and reached
a hand down to give myself a few strokes.  Steve had his hands on my hips,
steadying himself, and, every so often, he would slap my butt as he pushed
in and out.  For me, the mixture of pleasure and pain coming from my
backside was indescribable.  I reached my right hand back to rub Steve's
bubble butt.  It was slick with sweat.  Steve reached one of his hands up
to rub through my hair.  He leaned over to whisper in my ear.  "What would
your jock friends think if they could see you now?"  I had no response to
that.

I could see Scotty standing near the campfire, his hand inside his shorts.
Ryan was sitting on a log at the edge of the clearing, watching
impassively.

Rick took a couple more photos.  Steve didn't notice but I could tell from
the angle that Steve's face would be clearly visible.  I wondered if this
was a mistake or whether Rick had some special plans for those pictures.

Steve then called Scotty back over.  "I'm sure Cal will help you out if you
want," said Steve.  Scotty smiled and unzipped his shorts.  His boner
popped out of his red boxers.  He walked in front of me and stuck it in my
face.  I put my mouth around his dick and started sucking.  Scotty started
thrusting it in and out of my mouth.  The feeling of getting fucked from
both ends was intense!

Rick picked up the camera again.  "No pictures with Scotty!" ordered Steve.
Rick put the camera down.

Steve must have been reaching his limit because after a moment he stopped
his thrusting to pull his dick out of my ass.  He stripped off the condom
and started to stroke his cock vigorously.  After a few seconds, he grunted
and shot his load across my bare back and butt.  He kept milking his dick
to the last drop.  Then he reached his hand up and smeared his hot jism
around my back.

I continued sucking Scotty.  Then Scotty asked, "Steve, could I have a go
at Cal's butt too?"

"Sure," said Steve, "go crazy!  But put on a condom."

"Do I have to?"

"Yeah, it's good practice with either guys or girls," said Steve.  "If
you're always safe, then hopefully nobody will catch anything and you won't
get anyone pregnant."  Steve walked over to where his pants were laying.
He got another condom from his pocket and handed it to Scotty.

Scotty removed his dick from my mouth and moved behind me.  I could hear
him rip open the condom package and put it on.  Then, without warning,
Scotty rammed his dick up my butt.  "Wow, fucking a senior!" he exclaimed.
He wasn't as gentle as Steve had been to begin with but, fortunately, he
was smaller and I was pretty well loosened up at this point.  He got a good
rhythm going, riding me with short, quick, jackrabbit thrusts.  He quickly
found my prostate and I started moaning.  Scotty moved his hands up and
down my back.  Then he surprised me by reaching his right hand under me to
grab my fully erect dick.  He started stroking me.

Meanwhile, Rick appeared in front of me.  He unzipped his shorts and
dropped them to the ground.  This revealed a pair of green silk boxers with
an ungodly bulge in them.  Green silk, I thought to myself, what's with
that?  Then he pushed down his boxers, revealing the monster which I had
not seen (but was now certain I had tasted) back at Joe's Place.  It seemed
even bigger than I remembered.  I didn't know they came that big!  I once
again attempted to take Rick's massive tool in my mouth.  I could only
really get the head in but I slurped away.

Scotty released his hold on my dick and began to buck his hips into my ass.
He squeezed my butt cheeks as he came.  After his breathing slowed down, he
removed his dick from my ass and pulled off the condom.  He rubbed his
softening dick in the crack of my ass.  Then he leaned over my back and
gave me a hug.  "Thanks again," Scotty whispered in my ear.  "That was my
first time."  Then he gave me a quick kiss on the back of my neck.

That was nice of Scotty but I was still trying to deal with the world's
biggest dick (which as I thought about it seemed to accurately describe
both Rick and his giant cock).  I was desperately trying to get Rick to
come so that it didn't occur to him to stick that thing up my butt.  I was
afraid it would split me in half!  Rick was running his hands through my
hair as I licked around the tip of his mushroom head.  I reached out my
right hand and slid it up and down the base of his stalk.  Then I gently
rubbed Rick's balls. Rick started breathing very heavily.  I seemed to be
having the desired effect.  I reached between his legs and ran my index
finger up his crack. I found his asshole and started tracing around it with
my finger.  Rick began moaning softly.  I then started vigorously rubbing
the hole itself.  That did it.  Rick's body stiffened and I removed my
mouth from his dick.  But Rick held onto my head as he came.  He spurted in
my face and on my hair.

After his breathing returned to normal, Rick had me lick clean his dick and
then he pulled up his boxers and shorts.  My knees were starting to hurt so
I crawled off the boulder.  I stood up slowly (since my rump was pretty
sore) and stretched.  I felt pretty used; every orifice of my body had been
violated tonight.

As I stood there naked next to the fire, Steve noticed my throbbing hardon.
"Go ahead, Cal, give yourself some relief.  Jack yourself off," urged
Steve.

"No," said Ryan.  "I'll do it."

We all turned and looked at Ryan.  He had been sitting quietly at the edge
of the clearing watching us until now.  He stood up and walked over to me.
He took hold of my dick and gently started stroking it.  I realized for the
first time that he was left-handed.  He didn't say anything but just looked
unwaveringly in my eyes.  He had calm hazel eyes.  I watched how the
flickering firelight lit up his profile.  It seemed that I was always
looking at this guy in the firelight.

I glanced down and noticed a projection in the front of Ryan's khakis (I
had given up thinking of them as my khakis).  I felt that one good turn
deserved another so I reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped Ryan's
pants.  They slipped to the ground.  I then released his seven incher by
pushing down Ryan's blue and white boxers.  I started to slowly stroke
Ryan's beautiful dick.

I don't know how long we stood there, gazing into each other's eyes and
masturbating each other.  For some reason, time seemed to have slowed down
a lot for me.  The humiliations of the evening started to seem far away.
Then I had a feeling like the pit of my stomach falling away and I realized
that I felt a real connection to this strong, quiet, handsome guy.  I
didn't have much time to ponder this realization since it coincided with me
going over the edge and starting to shoot.  Ryan held on and pumped me dry.
Then, seconds later, he came as well.  I knelt and cleaned him up.  Then I
pulled up his boxers and his khaki pants.  I stood up and we just grinned
at each other.

Then the world broke in on the two of us and I realized that Steve, Rick
and Scotty, fully dressed, were sitting in a row on a fallen log staring at
us.  "Well, if you're done," said Steve, sarcastically.  Ryan and I both
blushed.

Steve stood up.  "Is everyone satisfied that Cal has fully complied with
his agreement tonight and is entitled to a ride back to town?" asked Steve.
Steve, Rick, Ryan and Scotty looked at each other and nodded.  "Okay, let's
put out the fire and go back to the car," said Steve.

Ryan and Rick extinguished the fire while Steve and Scotty picked up any
trash.  Scotty brought me a water bottle that I drained quickly.  Not only
was I thirsty but it helped get the taste of dick out of my mouth.

We walked back to the car.  It didn't seem so long this time without the
blindfold.  We clambered in and I got my usual place in the middle of the
back seat.  I was naked but at least my hands weren't tied.  As we started
up and headed back to town, the good mood resulting from my interlude with
Ryan began to dissipate.  I started to think about all that had happened.

As I thought about it, I realized that everything truly had been stripped
from me tonight.  First, my clothes, then my dignity, most of my illusions
and my virginity.  But most importantly, I had lost my certainty about my
sexual identity.  Was I gay?  I liked girls but I seemed to have gotten off
on most of what I did tonight.  I was certainly turned on by Ryan and I
really wanted to get to know him better.  Who was I now?  What would people
think?

I couldn't help myself.  Some sort of emotional dam was breaking.  I didn't
make a sound but tears began to well up in my eyes and flow down my face.
Scotty noticed them first.  He looked a little upset, then reached out and
started patting my knee.  I just stared down at the floor of the car.  Then
Ryan saw that I was crying.  He quickly reached out his left arm and put it
around my bare shoulders.  Then he used the index finger of his right hand
to gently trace from my navel up the center of my chest to my neck.  He
took hold of my chin and gently turned my face to look at him.  He released
my chin and started to brush the tears from my cheeks.  I looked into his
eyes and saw the concern there.  Gee, does this guy really care about me?
He pulled me closer and I lay my head on his shoulder.  I didn't care what
Steve or Rick would think if they saw us and I hoped Ryan didn't either.

Maybe I am gay or bisexual, I thought to myself.  So what!  I'm eighteen
years old.  I don't need any labels.  I certainly don't need to apply them
to myself.  I have fifty plus more years to explore my sexuality, and to
have a damn good time doing it!  I'll be whoever I want to be, I decided.
Who cares what anyone else thinks!

It felt good resting in Ryan's arms.  Steve and Rick finally noticed what
was going on in the back seat and turned around and looked at us.  Ryan
stiffened under their scrutiny but didn't remove his arms or push me away.
Rick looked a little surprised but said nothing.  Steve just smiled
slightly and turned back to drive.

I sat back and started to think about how I was going to sneak stark naked
into my house without my parents noticing when I realized that Steve was
looking at me in the rear view mirror.  A shiver ran down my back despite
the warmth of Ryan's body.  The smirk I could see on Steve's face made me
suspicious that tonight's ordeals were not yet over.  And what plans did
Steve have for those photos?



TO BE CONTINUED


Author's Note: I hope you're enjoying the story.  Let me know what you
think.  Send your thoughts and suggestions to calspeed@mailcity.com.