Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2004 18:15:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Luke Girardi's Bone (Part 6)

(This is a work of fiction based on a character on
CBS' "Joan of Arcadia")

Part 6

The moment he was out in the hall, Luke realized what
an impossible assignment he had been given.  He only
knew a handful of people at school, he had only
transferred into the place this fall, so how was he
supposed to listen out for information on where the
gathering was supposed to be Friday night?  He decided
maybe his friend Ben might know something.

The bell sounded and students poured out of the
classrooms. Luke looked for Ben, and also for Adam who
supposedly was going to protect him or keep an eye on
him.  There was always so much confusion that Luke
often felt like he couldn't really see anybody, they
flashed by so fast.

When he stopped at his locker, Ben came up.  "Where
have you been all day?"

"Well first period I was sent to the library on an
errand, and last period the guys doing the TV
documentary interviewed me."

"What did they want to interview you about, your
bone?"  Ben always cracked up at his own jokes.

Luke didn't think it was a laughing matter.  "No. Hey
Ben, have you heard anything about maybe a party or
something on Friday night?"

"Where at?"

"I don't know."

"Then how did you hear about it?"

Luke realized it was going to be even harder than he
thought to get information.  "I don't know exactly.  I
just heard some guys in the hall talking about Friday
night like it was something they were going to."

"Why didn't you ask them, then?"

"Because I didn't know them. And I thought you might
have heard."

"Not me.  All I've heard is people talking about your
bone."  Ben gave a mischievous grin.

They both slammed their locker doors shut and prepared
to get to class.

"You're not much help" Luke said.

"You either" said Ben.

They started down the hall together, but soon got
separated in the crush of the crowd.

The next two periods passed without Luke being able to
pick up anything of use about the party.  He sat part
way to the back in most of his classes, and today when
teachers called on him, heads turned to look back and
grin.  That made him uncomfortable.  He was glad when
lunch came.

The lunch line was crowded, some guy even rubbed his
butt when they were jammed together.  Luke was
embarrassed but a little afraid to make a scene.

"Watch that stuff" was all he said.

There was something about the smell of cafeteria food
that always turned him off.  But he sat near a table
where a group of guys seemed to be talking and leaning
close to each other as if they didn't want anybody
else to hear.  He sat with his back to them but on the
side of the table closest to their table.  He hoped he
could lean back and hear what was going on.  Before
he had a chance, however, a hand tapped him on his
shoulder.  He jumped, and then was self-conscious
about it.

"Hey, you Girardi?"  the guy asked.  Luke looked
around.  He was pretty tall, probably a senior.  He
had big hands.  Luke decided he must play basketball
or some sports that developed your hands.

"Yes."

"You want to get in on something big?"

Luke's eyes lighted up.  Maybe he had stumbled onto
something useful after all.  "Sure."

"Come with us."

Luke started to pick up his tray to take back, when
one of them stopped him and said, "We don't do that
stuff.  That's what they pay the help for.  Come on."

Luke started to protest, but one guy took his tray and
dropped in on the table, spilling the remaining
contents.  Another practically propelled him along
with his hand on Luke's back.  For a moment it
occurred to Luke that a lot of guys had been putting
their hands all over his body in the last 24 hours.
And a correlation to that, he realized, was that the
more guys handled his body, the warmer his dick got
and the hornier his bone became.

They exited out a side door that put them into the
back yard area of the school, not far from the trees
that shielded the back of the property.  Luke realized
that was a mistake.  There didn't seem to be anyone
else around.  His lunch wave was almost over and the
next one would begin, but the school didn't allow
students to roam the property during the school day.
It was part of the anti-drug campaign.

"Come on" the tallest one said, "we'll show you
something interesting back here."

"That's you, Todd" the one behind him said, "always
getting somebody back in the woods to see 'something
interesting.'"

Todd turned around and grabbed the other guy between
the legs and practically lifted him off his feet.  Two
other guys still held Luke.

"Ok, Richard, what've you got to say for yourself now,
squishy balls?"

Luke could see Richard was in agony.  After a moment,
Todd let him go.  Richard leaned over, his hands on
his knees, and gasp for breath, shaking his head.

"Nothing, Todd" he gasped.

"Then think next time before you say anything about
Big Todd" Todd said.

A couple of guys smirked behind Todd's back.  Richard
mumbled something, and Todd was on him right away.

"What did you say?"  He wrapped his arm around Richard
and pulled him close, getting him into a head lock.
Bending him forward, he again grabbed for Richard's
crotch.  Richard bucked backward wildly, desperately
trying to avoid what was in store.

"Nothing, Todd.  I swear.  I didn't say nothing."

"Well the next time you get smart with me, I can
promise I will really show you something interesting,
all the way down your throat you cock sucker."

The other guys laughed in an eager and excited way
that seemed to Luke like they were trying to egg Todd
on.  They were actually into the woods now.  Looking
back, Luke could see they were really invisible to
anyone looking out into the yard.

Todd still held Richard.  Looking at them, Luke
somehow felt a little bit excited.  He was ashamed of
himself, but he had been through so much, it seemed a
real thrill to get to see someone else have stuff done
to him.  Luke's bone went hard.

Richard pleaded, "Hey Todd, remember what we're here
for.  We're not here to get me.  We're here to get
him."

"Don't tell me my business.  We're here for whatever I
say we're here for.  And if I say we're here to get
the both of you, that'll be what we do.  And you
remember how that goes, don't you Richard?  You want
me to use you to put on another big show like the last
time?"

Richard's voice suddenly sounded desperate.  "Hey no,
Todd.  You promised.  Remember, you said you wouldn't
ever do that to me again.  You promised."

"Well...we'll see.  We'll just have to see."  Turning
to the others, he said, "Now let's get Girardi.  I
need that $50 and I need it bad."

The guys on either side of Luke held his arms.  Todd
came over and loosened Luke's belt.  Looking down at
him from his height of 6' 2", Todd said, "You won't
mind this, will you Girardi?  We just need to take a
picture of that bone.  And looking at what's poking
against your pants, it looks like you're anxious to
oblige."

Luke sighed.  His bone tingled with excitement, his
balls felt full again, and yet the rest of him hated
this and dreaded it and wished he could just wake up
and find it was all a nightmare.  Todd's fingers
played against the bulge in a gentle but eager
massage, while Luke shifted from one foot to the
other.

"Down they come" Todd said, as he unzipped and pulled.
 Luke's pants dropped to his ankles, and then Todd had
his shorts pulling them down.  Luke started to be glad
he had put on clean shorts that day as his mother
always told him to, and then suddenly realized how
ridiculous those thoughts were.

His bone stood up and out.  The guys beside him
grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it up snagging it onto
his head.  His glasses stayed and his shirt looked
like a weird cap somehow.  Glancing down, he saw his
dick looked fine.

"Hey, he keeps looking down at his dick!" Richard
said.

"Who's got the Polaroid?" Todd asked.

"Back in my locker" one of them said.

"Damn!  Go get it!  Won't you ever learn to be
prepared?  We can't waste time.  And if his bone
starts to go down, we've got plenty of ways of keeping
it up until you get back. Now hurry!"

"I can keep it hard for you" Richard told Todd.

"I just bet you could.  I always figured you were a
fag."

"Hey no, Todd.  But I could make him put on a good
show for you.  If I stuck this finger up his ass and
wiggled it around, he'd about dance himself to death."

Todd glared at him.  "If anybody has that happen to
them, it'll be you. And" he added menacingly, "I'll be
the one doing it."

"Todd."

"Yep.  You might think you're really a star on the
basketball court, but you'd jump higher than any
basket if I rammed something up your ass and twisted.
Remember when I took my belt and chased you buck naked
across the back field?  You were yelling and hollering
all the way, your butt turning redder than any stop
light around these parts."

"Ok"  Richard didn't sound like he meant it, but at
any rate he relaxed.  Luke kept an eye on him, just to
be safe.  After a little he noticed Richard was
watching his dick.

"Ain't that thing starting to go down?  That wouldn't
make too good of a picture."  Richard started over.
Luke drew back but the other two guys kept holding
him.

"Keep away, Richard" Todd said.

One of the guys holding Luke asked, 'What's keeping
Hank?  His locker's right inside that door we came out
of."

"I better go see" Todd said.  He took off and was
beyond the trees and out of sight within a just a few
moments.  That was when Richard turned to Luke.

"Now the fun begins" he said.

Luke could tell the guys holding him were unsure.  One
of them said, "What about Todd?"

"Fuck Todd" Richard said.  "I can take care of him.
You guys want to have some fun?"

They grinned and nodded.

"Then let's get him where we can get a good look at
him."

He led them over a little way to where one tree had a
low limb.  Luke almost stumbled with his pants and
shorts twisted around his ankles.

"Get his socks.  Hell, you might as well get
everything, since he won't be needing any clothes
anyway.  But let him keep his glasses so he can see
the fun.  We don't want to have him miss out on
anything.  Right, Girardi?"

Luke didn't answer.  He felt his shoes and socks
going, then his pants and shorts, and finally they
pulled his shirt off.

Looking him up and down slowly, Richard said with a
grin, "Well, Girardi, you're obviously in the pink."
The others laughed.  "Now take his socks and tie his
wrists to the limb."

It was harder than he might have thought, but finally
Luke's socks were stretched to their fullest, and his
wrists were tied to the limb.  Luke had to stand on
tip toe.  His bone kept bouncing.

Richard reached out and wrapped his hand around Luke's
dick.  Luke gave a gasp, and then wished he hadn't.

"Like that, huh?  Now watch what I do to make it even
better."

Richard went behind him, and Luke felt his butt cheeks
being spread. Then he could feel Richard's fingers
probing.  Finally one hand reached through to grab his
balls, and as Richard pulled on them, it made his dick
bounce even more.  The other guys laughed.  They were
standing in front of him, watching everything, nudging
each other, sometimes looking away and shaking their
heads, but enjoying everything to the hilt.

"Now watch this.  Here I come."

Luke felt a finger probe, push, and finally enter his
butt.  He wiggled and squirmed, he bucked back and
forth, and finally when the finger probed high enough
it gave him a feeling of such intense sexuality that
he thought he would shoot off on the spot.

The guys in front went wild.  "Did you see that look
on his face?"  "Did you see him go wild?"  "I thought
he was gonna shoot off all over himself."

>From behind him, Richard said, "You guys ready for
another show?  Here we go again!"

He gave another push with his magic finger, and Luke
went into a wild manic twisting.  It was the greatest
feeling he had ever had.  His bone vibrated, struggled
to fire off, swung left and right, up and down, and
all the time that finger plunger deeper, twisted
around, wiggled, and touched the magic spot over and
over.  Luke's breath came in gasps, his eyes went out
of focus, the finger found the mark again, and then...

Luke shot off.

The guys in front of him jumped back.  The stuff
jetted out in quick bursts, thrown by the wild
flapping of his dick.  Luke spasmed for a few more
moments, and then relaxed and hung limply there.
Richard had withdrawn his finger.

Now that the fun was over, the guys in front seemed a
little uneasy.

"You can take him down now" Richard said, still
standing in back of Luke.

They had just started to untie his wrists when Todd
and his buddy returned.  Luke could see there was no
camera.

"What the hell?" Todd asked.

The guys jumped away from Luke as if they didn't want
to have anything to do with this whole situation.

"Get him down from there!"  Todd demanded.

"Where's the camera?" Richard asked.

"We don't need it now. It seems somebody else got the
first picture in.  And after what it looks like you've
been doing, I doubt we could get that good of a
picture now anyway."

They got Luke free, and he began putting his clothes
back on.  The clothes were somewhat messed up and
dirty.  He wondered what the next teacher would say
about that when he got back to class.

"Well then, no harm's been done" Richard said a little
too hopefully.

"We're not over yet" Todd said ominously.

Richard got cautious.  Luke got interested.  The other
guys shuffled their feet and looked down at the
ground.

There was a moment of silence.  "You got the ink?"
Todd asked his buddy.  The guy nodded.

Turning to the two who had tied Luke up, he said "OK,
strip."

"Huh?"

"You heard me. Strip."

One of them must have known what was up.  "Not the
ink!  Don't do that Todd!  It's not fair.  We didn't
do anything."

Todd much have noticed the baffled look on Luke's
face.  "Indelible ink.  It's the ultimate punishment
for any jock.  When you put it on them, it doesn't
wash off. It can either wear off, or friction can take
it off.  That means no sex, since no girl is gonna
want to be around a guy with a blinding red dick and
balls.  And if the guy tries to jerk himself off, the
friction will make the ink go away too soon, and
they'll get an even greater punishment from me."

The two guys were ruefully removing all their clothes.

"That's right, shirts too.  There's no having you
holding your shirt up while I paint you.  I want a
clear field."  Turning to Luke, he explained, "It's a
great kick, man. After I've marked them, I can make
them strip anywhere.  Out in back of the drive in on a
Saturday night.  And the girls get a kick out of
seeing how they look while they show off.  Girls
pretend to be shy, but they get a charge out of stuff
like that."

"Really?" Luke asked, wide eyed.

"Sure.  Like we'll be out doing stuff or something,
and go by to get something to eat, and park in back
where it's dark.  And I'll tell them I want to check
how they're doing on the no sex paint, and I'll send
Hank here in, and he'll let the crowd inside know
what's going to happen, and suddenly people start to
gather in the shadows.

"And believe me after just a couple of weeks these
guys will be pretty horned and practically drooling to
get some sex, and they strip and then realize other
people are watching, and sometimes they get hard
because they can't help it.  But the real secret, man,
is if you make a guy go two weeks with out any pussy
or any jerking off, he's practically your slave.  If
he sees there's even the slightest chance you'll let
him get some relief, he'll do anything because he's so
horned he's absolutely consumed by it."

Luke was tremendously impressed.  And he was so
anxious to see this that his dick was already getting
warmed up and his balls were starting to generate some
more sperm.

The two guys were completely stripped now.

"Assume the position."

They spread their legs wide and put their hands behind
their heads.  Luke decided this position must be the
next big thing, and was glad he hadn't been the only
one to have to do this.  Also it was great to just
stand there and look at them and laugh.  He usually
kept his eyes down in the gym dressing room; now he
could look to his heart's content.

Hank took a small jar from his pocket.  When Todd
unscrewed the lid, Luke could see it had a brush
attached inside the cap.

"Now let's see," Todd mused.  "Where shall we begin?"

He began to paint the first guy's balls.  The guy kept
shifting uncomfortably.

"Careful or I'll make it a lot worse for you."

Todd's words had the desired effect.  The guy kept
breathing deeply, but he stayed still.  Soon his balls
were a bright shiny red.  When Todd started painting
his dick, it was a different matter all together.  The
brush got him stimulated, his long hose swung,
lengthened, and finally stood at attention, a bright
firehouse red.  Luke saw his whole body stiffen.

"Enjoy it while you can" Todd said, "you won't be
working that thing for a long, long time."  With that
he gave the protruding dick head one more good swipe,
and for an instant the guy went up on his toes as if
he was about to shoot off.

Todd stood back to admire his work.  "I think that
does it.  How does it feel, Buck?"

"Hey, Todd, I'm sorry man."

"Not near as sorry as you will as time goes by.  And
remember I'll be checking up on you.  Wherever we are,
when I say 'Show it!' I want you to drop those pants
and show me what you've got."

Buck nodded glumly.

Todd turned to the other guy.  "Now for you, Woody."

All the guys giggled.  Luke didn't know why until one
of them said, "Woody's getting a woody."

Luke realized it was true.  Without anyone touching
it, Woody's dick was starting up.

Todd shook his head sadly.  "Woody, you're pure out
gonna die having to go without that good stuff for a
while.  As much as you work that thing, you're gonna
loose your mind."

Then a thought crossed his mind.  "Luke, come over
here."

When Luke did, Todd continued, "For what those guys
did to you, you should get some revenge.  And
remember, none of them can do a thing to you.  They
know what I would do if they ever did.  You want to
have some fun?"

Luke started to hesitate, to say something about
revenge being wrong, but his dick took over and he
said, "Sure!"

"Tell you what we're gonna do.  I want you to give his
dick a few strokes, while Richard sucks you off.  Take
your time with Woody.  Don't let him shoot.  I want
this to end where he's absolutely on the brink.
That'll start him off on his time of abstinence in
good shape."

Woody moaned.  Richard, who had been keeping very
quiet, said "I won't do it."

"Get over here!"

Luke was surprised that his own dick was hard already.
 He took it out and felt the wet warmth of Richard's
mouth.  He could tell right away that Richard was
really good at this.

For his own part, Luke started in on Woody's disk.  It
was already leaking precum, so he had a nice slick way
to begin.  He was all smiles as he looked at Woody's
face.

Every once in a while he would stop.  He could tell
when Woody was getting close, and he was really
enjoying playing with Woody's dick, controlling him.
Luke decided power was a powerful thing, and then
decided that was a dumb comment.

"Speed it up, Richard" Todd said after a while.  "We
don't want to be out here all day."

Woody was beginning to sweat.  Luke wasn't sure how
long he could make it last for Woody without going too
far, but suddenly his own balls leaped into action and
he fired off into Richard's mouth.

When it was over, Todd gave Luke a hall pass he had
stolen, and sent him back into the school.  As he got
ready to leave, he heard Todd say, "Now Woody, we'll
begin out little paint job.  And after that, Richard,
I'm gonna deal with you in a way you won't forget."

As he stood up to go, Todd said to him, "You want to
get together with us tomorrow night  behind the Burger
Haven about 9:30?  You can enjoy the fruits of your
labor by watching me make these guys show off."

"Sure.  Thanks."  Luke was happy.  Not only that, but
maybe this would be the location for the other event
that the Underground Yearbook had predicted.  As he
started out of the woods, he heard Todd say,
"Girardi's a good guy, you know that?"

Luke felt happy.  And he knew that as soon as he got
home and was safely in his bathroom, he would have a
lot of fabulous stuff to think about. He just hoped he
had enough cum left to jerk off over it.

(End of Part 6)
(Comments and reactions are really appreciated.
Bart384@yahoo.com)