Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2003 12:36:24 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 4

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. Chapter
4. Zach Gets to Serve.

When last we were together, Zach was getting    his orders for the night and
next day:
"Meet us here at 2:45. If we want you for 'games' this afternoon, you'll go
with us. If not, you run and catch your regular bus home. I'll call you at
home tonight if I want you to meet us in the morning." Shane told him.
 "Yes sir," Zach said, watching Shane and the others walk away, before he
turned and shuffled off to his Middle School building, the other side of the
High School, with five fresh loads of boy jam in his belly, and for god's
sake, the kid was smiling, with a bounce in his step. He loved it! Fuckin'
Suckboy...he loved it! The little fucker was chewing something. What the
fuck? He tongued it out, whipped it around open-mouthed, on his tongue, then
sucked it back and was chewing again. Geez, he was sucking his cum-drained
rubber, still! Was he gone! Just gone!

Chapter 4. Bart. As it turned out, Shane let Zach go home on the bus that
afternoon, and he had already told his kid brother, Casey, he wouldn't need
him that afternoon....so, except for dropping off his best buds, Tom and
Adam, at home, he was on cruise for the rest of the day. Geez, what with all
the boy-servicing he was getting these last few days, he sure wasn't needy
for sex relief. But, afterall, a 16 year old like Shane is always ready;
always on the horn.
 As he left Adam off, he figured he'd just tool past the park, and then head
for home.
As he passed a small bike trail into the wooded area of the park, something
strange caught his eye....he could swear he saw one the kids from his grade,
surrounded by a pack of 6 or 7 younger kids, maybe middle schoolers. He hit
the brakes, U-turned, and parked across from the trail entrance, got out, and
followed. He really didn't expect anything, but he just had to check this out.
 He saw them not too far ahead, as he got into the trees on the trail. As he
got closer, he could swear he heard the younger kids taunting the 16 year
old, or somebody, but, for sure, he saw 2 or 3 kids pushing and shoving the
bigger kid, who he still didn't recognize, for certain.
 Then, they disappeared, off to the right. Shane took off on the run so as
not to lose them. He screeched to a stop, as he saw them settling into a
little clearing way off the trail. He closed to as near as he would dare. He
could hear some things they were saying, and could see everything. Two kids
grabbed the bigger kid's arms, pulling forward, and two kids slammed into the
back of his knees, buckling him and dropping him in place. As the kid turned
his face, Shane could see who it was...Bart...a kid from his own grade. He
wasn't buds with Bart, but he knew him, good guy he thought.
 Now that Bart was down, Shane knew what this was gonna be, but couldn't for
the life of him guess how these kids got control of Bart. The loudest,
roughest looking kid, pulled his dick out his pants. The other kids, every
damn one of them had a hold of part of Bart...he wasn't getting out of this
no way. There were kids sitting on his legs, while he knelt. Another kid had
him by neck, from behind, 2 kids had his arms bent behind him, and up. A 6th
kid lay on his back in front of Bart, with his feet between his legs, the kid
with his cock out, said,"...so Pete down there'll kick your fucking balls off
if you bite, and I scream, cocksucker. Okay, let's down you some dick, man!"
 Just then the last kid, took off down to the trail, past Shane, who assumed
he was going home, scared to be involved.
 Back to the scene, the first kid was still getting blowed. He was really
pounding Bart's mouth. What the hell could have set this up? Shane was in
near disbelief. Middle schoolers turning the tables on the upperclassmen
could not be tolerated.
 Shane could hear him clearly, "Eat me you fuck! Cocksucker! I fucking OWN
you bitch!"
 Phwew! Shane shuddered, and shook his head.
 "Unnnghhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, cummmmmminnnggggg!!!" squealed the kid. He grabbed
Bart's head and held it tight to his crotch while he shot off in his mouth.
After long moments,
the kid pushed Bart's head, hard, off his cock. So hard that if the other's
weren't holding him down, he'd have gone over on his head for sure. That
little kid was a fuckin' monster!
 Just then, Shane heard running steps from behind him. Looking up after the
kid passed, now, Shane got the picture, literally. The kid who left before,
must have gone home to get the family Polaroid. 'Cause.....that's what was
swinging from his arm as he went by.
Oh, boy, these kids WERE gonna own Bart! Blackmail pics! Ho-leeeeee sheeeit!!
 The punk kid that just got blowed, stepped back up to Bart, and as he opened
his mouth,
the kid had him give his cock an open-mouth kiss with the tongue clearly
touching the piss slit. Click! Flash! Whirrr! Then, the cock was slid all the
way in, then partially back out.
Click! Flash! Whirrr! Finally, the punk pulled his cock out onto Bart's lower
lip, and had him swirl his tongue to the top of his cockhead. Click! Flash!
Whirrr!
 If they didn't take another picture, Bart's high school future was over.
Fuckin' OVER!
 Shane didn't seem to recognize Bart's tormentors, but as he lay in hiding,
he tried to take a mental picture in his mind's eye.
 Shane watched as the boys sitting on Bart's legs, pulled off his sneakers
and socks. The kid who brought the camera, relinquished it to the punk leader
of this pint-sized band, and then stripped off Bart's pants. He also lowered
Bart's boxers, so his teen cock was exposed......surprise, surprise....Bart
was on the full bone! The kids behind Bart, eased up on their painful holds
of his arms and neck, now that he was barefoot, and nearly naked, and now,
also stripped of his shirt.
 By this time, a third kid was in Bart's mouth, slam-bangin' his face.
 The punk had put all Bart's clothes into the shirt, and tied it into a sack,
putting it aside. They were well into the second pack of Polaroid film. The
punk kid was giving one picture to each kid that Bart sucked. When this was
over, there would be eight
blackmailers!
 Shane couldn't dare be around when this little band of face-fuckers finished
with Bart, so as the fifth kid was getting his nut, Shane beat a quick, but
stealthy retreat. Twilight now, Shane came out of the woods, and crossed the
street to his truck, where he intended to wait for the final act to play out.
 Soon enough, in two's and three's, the blackmail band emerged from the park
trail. In the middle was the tough-kid leader, carrying the clothes bundle.
Some of the dumb kids were comparing photos of themselves getting blowed.
Since it was light, and he was sure Bart wouldn't be coming out of the park
yet, Shane started up and intended to follow the kids a ways to see where
some of them lived....and especially, the leader. He saw the kid with the
camera go into his house, and when the leader turned down a side street,
Shane went down and checked out which house he entered.
 Then, he wheeled around and parked back across from the trail again, hoping
to see Bart emerge. In the near-dark, Bart would look more like he was
wearing shorts, than boxers (if they left him his underwear, at all). So
Shane figured that's when he'd come out of hiding.
 Ah! There he was! Furtive looks fore and aft, hoping to be able to sneak off
home without being made the fool by someone. Most kids would be home by now,
getting ready for dinner. Somewhat relieved, but obviously in shame, he
gingerly padded barefoot
up the street,
 Shane then pulled out and stopped right next to Bart, who was both shocked
at his presence and embarrassed at his situation. "Looks like you need a
friend, Bart.....get in here!!
 Without even a hesitation, Bart jumped in, so glad to be saved from the
near-naked walk home. "T-th-thanks, Shane....you're a lifesaver, Bart said.
 "No problem, bud....let's get you to my house, just up the road here, and
we'll fix you up with some clothes, and get you on home," Shane said.
 "Oh, geez, thanks a lot. This is great of you," Bart said.
 As they pulled into Shane's drive, Shane escorted Bart up the back stairs to
his room.
 "If you want, you can grab a shower right through there, and I don't mind
tellin', you're a fuckin' mess!" Shane told him.
 Putting his head down, Bart said, "Yeah, I know, a real mess."
 Bart showed him his bathroom, and threw him a towel, turned on the water,
and went out into the bedroom. From where Shane stood, he could see Bart in
the mirror as he stripped his boxers off and hit the water.
 Water off, Shane was alerted and sat up. Bart came back in looking like a
whole new kid.
Dirty blond, straight hair with a bit of growth, nice fine features, wiry
build, about 5' 7", and about 145. Shane thought he might run track, but
wasn't sure.
 "Look, it's near dinner for us, why don't you stay with us, and I'll run you
home after...
you can call your folks...there's the phone," said Shane pointing to his
bedside table.
 Bart was elated, agreed to stay, and then called his parents, while sitting
on Shane's bed.
 Shane was pulling out some clothes for Bart to wear, and as Bart finished
his call, Shane had climbed up on the bed next to where Bart was sitting.
 "So, Bart.....what happened to you today?"
 Bart, looked down, and away, and while indebted to Shane, and feeling
obligated to give him an answer, he couldn't......and said nothing.
 Shane gripped his bare shoulder, and turned him toward him, and said, "Come
on bud, you can tell me. Look, I know you suck cock, kid cock, at
that.....what I want to know is how you came to it today."
 Bart's skin crawled. Sweat broke out all over his naked skin. Tears welled
in his eyes.
 "Tell me, Bart. How'd those kids corner you today?"
 Bart's almost whisper, revealed he had approached one of those kids earlier
in the day, wanting to suck him off.
 "You fuckin' queer! You tried to blow a kid?" Shane yelled.
 Nodding to Shane, and looking right at him for the first time since they sat
on the bed,
"Yeh. I just lost it, and rubbed the front of the kid's pants, and asked him
if he ever had a blowjob."
 "And?" Shane prodded.
 "And, I blew him."
 "Geez, then what?" asked Shane.
 "He went back and told all his friends, and they followed me home, and
jumped me by the park, and surrounded me, telling me if I didn't go with
them, they were gonna tell their principal what I did."
 Shane was shaking his head....."So now you've blowed 'em all, they have
pictures, your clothes, and they fuckin' own you......right asshole?"
 Bart was shocked at all Shane knew, and how blunt he was, and how terrible
it sounded.
 Shane now got quiet, and put his left arm around Bart's shoulder, and as he
eased it over to the kid's neck, he started pushing Bart's head down, and
down to his fly.
 "Please, Shane, don't....don't make me......"
 Shane said, "Come on! You suck dick, boy," rubbing his face around the front
of his pants. "Under there is dick! Let's get you on it!"
 Before Bart could even think, Shane was stripping to match Bart's already
naked body.
Plopping down with a bounce, he pulled the kid's head down, and pulling his
hard up, shoved it right in Bart's mouth. In no time, Bart was sucking, and
mewling, and cooing and tonguing like the fuckin' cocksucker he was!
 Shane rose up on one knee and swung his other leg over Bart, to the floor.
With his new leverage, and with Bart's head pushed hard into the pillows,
Shane jammed his cock to the back of the kid's mouth and fucked his brains
out! In a few short seconds, Shane was grunting, and wheezing and hollering,
and cumming, "Take it you motherfucker! Eat that cock! Suck me dogbreath!
Ohhhhhh, God! Eat me, you sonofabitch! Eat meeeee!"
 Shane had a slow day in the cumming department, having released Zach and
Casey from their serf duties, but he was sure making up for it with Bart.
After having horned himself up, watching Bart blow all those kids in the
park, Shane really needed to get off, and how!
 Coming down from his fevered face-fucking of Bart, Shane looked down at
Bart's face, as the kid continued to lick that 7" mouthful of Shane's. He was
really into it. His eyes closed, that tongue was still working the cock head,
catching the last of Shane's oozing dog-water.
 Shane, pulled out and sat back down next to Bart, slipping his arm behind
his shoulder.
He looked into Bart's eyes, and said, "That was great for you wasn't it,
kid?" Holy shit! Bart almost beamed at him, and nodded, saying, "Yeh, I
guess."
 "And you loved eating them kids today, too, didn't you?"
 And as Bart nodded, Shane pulled his face into his chest, and had him suck
his nipple, then his armpit. Bart didn't even think about it. He just did it.
He'd never done it before.
He loved it.
 Soon, Shane rustled them up, saying, "It's gonna be dinner, soon, we better
get a move on."
 Shane threw some shorts and a T to Bart, and a pair of socks and they padded
across the breezeway, into the main house and down the stairs. Dinner was
uneventful, Casey joined them along with their parents. Shane broke away for
a moment, and phoned Tommy. He told Tommy to get permission to sleepover from
his folks, and to call Adam to do the same. He told them to plan on getting
to Shane's about 8 PM, and to come up the back stairs right to his room,
instead of going through the house. While at table, Shane proffered, to his
folks, that Bart might be sleeping over with some of the other kids, who had
stayed over in the past. His parents offered no objections, and with Shane's
room out over the garage and away from the other rooms, they knew they
wouldn't be kept up with their kid antics.
 Of course, as they went back upstairs, Shane's hand on Bart's shoulder, Bart
worried about not being given the chance to object on the sleepover deal. And
what about the other kids? What other kids? As he started to ask, "Sha..."
 Shane cut him off, and said, "Adam and Tommy, you know 'em right? They're
coming over in a bit, and we'll have us some wild time, tonight, eh, Bart?
Some wild time! Shane wasn't totally sure either of the other boys would be
able to come, but there wasn't a problem in the past, no matter the short
notice, since all the way back in grammar school.
 Once back in Shane's room, he stripped naked, and climbed back up on his
bed, sitting back against the pillows, splaying his legs out with his knees
at 90 degree angles. Waving Bart up, the kid hesitantly, climbed up and
toward Shane's open crotch.....Bart was tranced, with a stony stare at
Shane's dick and balls. Geez, he could even see Shane's butthole!
 Shane pulled the phone between his legs and had Bart call his folks. That
done, phone back on the table, Shane, who had been just holding Bart's wrist
while he talked, closed his mitt around it, and pulled Bart the rest of the
way to his balls. Cupping his balls in his hands, he told Bart to kiss them.
When Bart hesitated, Shane pulled his head down and mashed his face into his
cock and balls. "Lick, you cocksucker! You love it! Now lets get it on!"
Shane ordered him.
 Boy, once Bart got going, the fucker was like a vacuum. Shane's eyes rolled
back in his head when Bart, sucked in both his nuts, and suctioned maximum
pressure inside with his cheeks. He soon had Bart licking his pucker, with
equal vigor, and then a light suck of Shane's cock.
 While Bart lay propped on his elbows, chowin' on 16 year old boy cock, Shane
broke the silence, and told Bart to go get the vaseline from the bathroom.
Bart got up and went to get it, and returned. Setting Bart on his back on the
bed, he stripped his socks, shorts and shirt off of him.
 Shane took the vaseline and greased up his own dick for a few long moments,
looking at Bart smiling.
 "Please, Shane, don't......please......don't........please?" Bart pleaded.
 "Boy, you're in service now. Don't you get it? 8 junior schoolers own you. I
own you. Later, some of our buds are gonna own you......there's no end, babe.
Your school life has changed forever, today. You set the wheels in motion
when you blowed that kiddie-bopper at school."
 Then he moved to Bart's crotch, and put some vaseline on his crack, and then
some more. He started massaging and rubbing and squeezing and making Bart
feel real good. Soon his finger kept buzzing the boy's
hole.....little-by-little he got the boy's butt itchy for, he didn't know
what. All he knew was it made him feel like saying, "Eeeeeshh!"
 Shane's forefinger eased in, and out, and rubbed, and in, and deeper, and
out, all the way in....and wormed and wobbled side-to-side, then out, then in
with his middle finger, too. Finally, he had Bart hunching on his fingers
which were literally dancing in, and all around inside his pussy. Then, in a
most stealthy, slide-over, position-shift, and push, Shane's power pole was
cock head deep inside Bart's anal lips. Shane looked down at a frightened
Bart, who knew he had cock in him, and there was hurt, but he was scared to
say anything. Shane pulled on Bart's cock giving him a nice thumb flex over
that sensitive nerve ending under the head, as he started the root-deep
slide. In, and in, and deep, and deeper, and "Unnghhh......ullhhhm!" moaned
Bart, on Shane's entire ride to glory. At last rooted, Shane whipped the
kid's prick like crazy while he stayed rooted until Bart got used to his
pecker in him.
 Soon, the unmistakable rocking, fuck-a-boy started, and Shane began to pump
his slick, hard tool to Bart. Bart arched his back, and bent his head back so
far he was almost looking at the headboard behind him if his eyes were
open......they weren't. His whole body went cold-sweaty, and his fingers
curled into fists, and began to pounding the bed, over and over. His guttural
scream was squelched mostly from his holding his teeth clenched and lips
tightly closed. His feet were flailing alternately, then together above him,
then over Shane's back, with his toes curled so tight they were close to
causing a muscle spasm.
 Shane's pussy pummel was at full tilt now, and he was also in a sweat, with
dew drops dripping to Bart's belly, from Shane's eyebrows and nose. As Shane
gripped Bart's ankles tight, crossed his knees in front him, and pushed them
down toward his chest, he framed the boy's face between his feet. What a
site!  He raised the boy's butt way up to such an angle, that Shane had
repositioned himself up on his toes to pound his 7 inch teen drill straight
down into Bart's love chute.
 As Shane began to edged to the point of no return, the screen door swung
open against the wall, and in bounded Tom and Adam. "Whew!" Adam gasped, "Who
the fuck we fuckin', man?"
 Tommy went over to the bed, and pulled Bart's arms off his face, "Holy shit!
I know this kid. He gonna fuck us all?" Tommy asked.
 Shane, just about over the top, barely could do anything but a strained
nodding smile, as he gritted his teeth, growling, "Take my load, you fucker!
Take it you cocksucker! Ohhh! I'm cummin', cummin', cummminnngggggg!" Shane
wailed as he pumped 4....5....6 wads up into Bart's newly cock-christened
pussyhole.
 Finally, breathing more normal, leaning back, Shane's power pud slipped out
of Bart, still at half-mast, but sated for now.
 As he leaned back on his heels, he waved his hand around in a circle, Shane
said "Get you naked, boys, and get you some boypussy."
 In 2 shakes, Adam and Tommy were naked, and as Adam greased his already hard
peter, Tommy climbed up behind Bart, pushing the pillow under Bart's neck,
and bent his head down and back, such that he could slip his young sausage
through those cute and ready lips; his balls resting right on Bart's nose and
upper lip.
 As Adam positioned himself, for teen-docking, Shane pulled a medium-thick
dildo from his drawer, flipped it on the bed, and went for the camcorder.
 "Ohh-huh-hu-h-unh, pleeeease....." Bart cried, wishing the boys would leave
him be.
 "Ahhhhhhhhh. Soooo sweet! My first boy pussy! I just fuckin' L-UH-UH-VE
IT!!" Adam mooned to no one in particular, as his head fell back and he
stared blankly at the ceiling .......which he didn't see. His peter slid all
the way home on Shane's goo, and he was even more exhilarated when he thought
about that, with what little was left for a boy to think with, in the new
sensations of full-rut. As he began to rock into a nice, smoothe motion,
Shane's camcorder lens, aimed right into Bart's pussy, was switched to
'play', and picked up on Adam's backward slide, and Shane's own bubbling cum,
as it oozed out around Adam's cock, and down his and Bart's balls.
Beautiful!!! Shane had motioned now, that no one speak, except Bart, if he
wanted to, as he wanted the fuckers and suckees to be anonymous.
 Shane repositioned from above them, then filmed down past Bart's toes, which
were above Adam's head, and down into the crotch again, then panned up the
boy's trunk, to his mouth, filled with Tommy. He signaled Tommy to slip out
and bring Bart's head up to be fully filmed. The cam caught Bart's tongue
lick around his lips as Tommy pulled him out from under his balls, then
showed Tommy's cock slide right back down over Bart's tongue, as the boy
resumed his suckoff of Tommy.
 Cam sound off, the boys started pounding Bart's butt and face. Adam could
barely control himself, and started pumping to his cum immediately,
celebrating his first boy pussy.
"Omigod! Oh! Oh, Too much! Cummin'. Fuckin'...uh, errngghhh, ahhhhhhhhh!"
moaned Adam, as he shot his load up Bart's hole.
 Tommy couldn't hold out either and screamed for Bart to take him off. "Eat
me you cocksucker! Fucker! Take it! Eeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiii!! Take me!!!"
 Shane had set the camera to shoot from Bart's ass to his face, and all the
dicks at sea!
Now he repositioned everybody.....getting Adam and Tom on their knees,
sitting on their heels, on the bed. Then he pulled Bart down so his head was
in front of both kids' knees at the center of the bed, and they were on
either side of his head. Shane propped his head up high with pillows, so his
mouth was dick high to a kneeling boy. Hey! I think I'm gonna like this
picture!
 Shane fixed the camera to film straight-on Bart's face, over his own
shoulder, as he straddled the kid's chest himself. With a few practice feeds,
Shane had each kid pull Bart's mouth to each cock, for a suck-three-four,
then the next kid. So in a tight semi-circle of boy-cock and knees, Bart
would enjoy the maximum humiliation of a 3 cock rotisserie suck-around. Shane
hit the remote and the camera silently recorded Bart pulling his own head up
and sucking each boy's dick for a 4-count, one after the other, till he had
so much saliva, and pre-cum built up under his tongue, that each of the last
suckings, emitted cum-drool, which just oozed from lip, to cock, to boy-chin
and neck. Cam off, Shane put Bart on his back, feet up, fingers pulling down
on his own big toes. He set the boys in a circle, and now they did a
fuck-hump-three-four roundabout. They would rotate Bart a 1/3 turn to each of
them, where they'd plug him, hump him 4 times and release to the next kid.
Remote on, the boys really got into this one! This gang-around-a-bang went on
for a half hour, before Shane on his final turn, sunk to the root and pounded
Bart till he shot his load up the boy's chute.
Adam and Tommy followed suit, depositing their hefty teen loads up Bart's
ass. Shane's face was hidden, but the others' were not, so there might have
to be some editing later ....or not.
Throughout the entire series of games, this night, Bart was whimpering,
groaning, and making tiny, shrill, wailing little squeals, as he was put into
'service'. He didn't really understand that, when Shane coached him earlier,
but when this night was over.......
 Shane told Bart to get up on his feet on the bed, do a standing squat bent
at the knees, and stick his finger up his ass, and beat off with his tongue
hanging out looking at the camera.  Bart was a little slow getting into
position after all the contortions he'd been  through these last hours....and
Shane yelled, "I told you something, motherfucker! You better get wacking or
I'm cuttin' that fuckin' thing offa you!"
 Scrambling, catching his feet in the covers, and falling around, and down,
he finally got up on his feet, and went into the do-wackadoo squat for the
camera. Adam and Tommy were hysterical, laughing till they got tears, and
even malicious Shane got a fun out of the mad, boy-in-the-bedclothes, tug of
war.
 What a pitiful site! Shane told him to work up some spit, and let it dribble
from his mouth while his tongue hung out. Shane watched carefully for when
Bart got close to cumming.
 "Stop!" Shane yelled. Bart froze, a pained expression on his face....."You
don't beat off, or cum, anymore, unless I say," Shane said.
 Bart was in disbelief; and he actually got a look of defiance on his face.
Shane stalked over to bed and smacked Bart's face. Bart fell over onto his
back, cock still in his hand, at the wilt. Adam's and Tommy's mouths hung
open.
 "Tommy, it's your round. Give him a spin on your meat," Shane said, leaving
the room. Both Tom and Adam were back into the fun, and Tommy's cock was at
the ready. Adam got up on Bart's chest, pulled Bart's feet back toward his
head, under Adam's armpits, and fed Bart his boy wiener.
 Shane had thrown a towel around him, and went through the breezeway to the
main house and down to Casey's room. He barged in bashing the door into the
wall. Casey jumped with a fright, then got the bigger fright, seeing his
master-brother glaring at him in the doorway. He had been playing on his
computer, and dropped to the floor right there, on his knees, feet crossed
behind him, finger up his chute, head down, tongue out.......
Fuckboy position.
 Shane snapped his fingers and pointed to the spot in front of him at the
door. In the maddest fuckboy scramble, Casey crawled to his brother's feet,
and went back to 'fuckboy'.
 Shane grabbed his hair, and pulled his head up. Casey looked into his face.
Shane said, "You wanna have your first pussy, fuckboy?"
 "Oh, yessir! I would," Casey answered.
Oh yes.........he most certainly........would.

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