Date: Fri, 21 Nov 2008 21:13:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 66

Once we were through the staff door, I stopped and nearly fell to my knees.
"Fuck!  That was so fucking mind blowing!  Was it real?  Did we just have
sex while men and women stood around and watched?"  My dick was swelling
again.

Hank was grinning from ear to ear, "Yeah, wasn't it fucking awesome?"  I
mentally shook my head, trying to get a grip on reality once again.
Fucking blew my mind!

I was shaking as I came down from that incredible high.  I couldn't believe
I had just done that.  Fuck!  Hank was wired, and grinning his ass off.  He
was jumping around on the balls of his feet, back and forth from left to
right.  His eyes flickered around the back room we were in.

I felt the same exhilaration, but mine was giving me the shakes, like I was
cold or something.  I thought my teeth would start chattering any moment.

Thomas came through the door then.  "You guys were amazing!  Everyone is
talking about the "moveable art", that being you two of course!  You were
so hot!  I have several people that want to buy you for cocktail parties at
their homes."  He was very excited.  "They want to buy several of my photos
of you two and then have the two of you as the focal point of the evening,
first posing, and then having any kind of sex you want!"

He looked back and forth between us, "And..." he drew out the pause, "They
are willing to pay $20,000 for the two of you!"  My mouth dropped open and
Hank started hopping up and down more.  "Course, not all of that is yours
– since I AM the artist!" He puffed out his chest as he said that, but
with a smile.

"I am sure we could split it down the middle," I said. My mind, always on
finances was doing the math.  That meant $5,000 for me!  Oh, shit!  That
would set me up for the next couple of years!

Now my heart was thumping and Hank was clapping, jumping up and down, and
going "Woooeee!"

Thomas handed us some robes.  "You two are so high I may have to weight you
down!  Now follow this hallway around that way and you will find your
clothes.  Oh, and in one of your pockets you will find an envelope from me;
just a thank you card for making the opening such a success!"  He leaned in
and kissed us both on the cheek, and then patted our other cheeks as we
headed down the hallway.

Hank was skipping and jumping down the hallway.  He kept pumping the air
with his fist and making wild noises.  He was wild!  I hadn't seen him like
this before.  Of course, I was smiling from ear to ear watching him so
jazzed.  My shaking had subsided a bit, but I felt a tremor now and then as
I pictured us fucking in front of all those people!  Wow!  Fuck!  I jumped
up in the air, pumping my fist and yelling, "Yowee!"

Hank was laughing at me when we arrived at our clothes.  Hank shrugged out
of his robe, and I stood looking at his wonderful body.  Wow, I was lucky.
He caught me looking. "What?"

"Just taking in that perfect body of yours!  No wonder the people went wild
for you!" I said, continuing to stare.

"Little brother," he said, and pulled open my robe, "That's mighty perfect
to me!"

I blushed.  I was still having issues with accepting myself, and Hank knew
it and continued to work on it.  "Look, you just had sex - naked, in front
of who knows how many people, and they loved looking at you!"  He smiled,
"And I saw any number of men and women eyeing you up."

I gave him the awe shucks look and picked up my clothes.  We dressed, and I
saw the envelope in Hank's back pocket.  So I grabbed it and opened it.  My
knees buckled, and if the wall hadn't been behind me I would have
collapsed.  "What?" Hank said, looking at me.

I couldn't talk; I just handed him the envelope.  Inside, folded in a piece
of paper, was a thousand dollars!  He opened the paper and read, "Thought
you boys might like to go out and celebrate.  So here's something to get
you started!  Thank you, Thomas."

"Start?" I said, pushing myself upright.

"Yeah, we can really take on the town," he said, and I could see the
playlist shuffle in his head and as he arranged ideas in his brain.

We went out to the car and Hank said, "Let's go get a great Chinese dinner
and we can discuss what we are going to do with the rest."

So Hank picked out a local Chinese place, rather than a chain restaurant.
We placed our orders, without any drinks, as we weren't old enough to order
them.  At first, that felt strange after drinking at the parties and such,
but as I thought about it, I realized I wanted to cut back on drinking
anyway.  It didn't seem I could handle it very well.

"So, thanksgiving, my folks want to know if your mom would like to come
along as well," Hank said around mouthfuls of pot stickers.  Like me, he
loved pot stickers.

I chewed and swallowed before getting out, "But I thought you only had a
three bedroom place, and they already have your older brothers and their
families.  And don't tell me she would share a bed with your mom and dad,
because then I will surely lose my dinner!"

He laughed and choked.  "No, no, one of my brothers managed to find this
great place.  It is in the country; has a dozen bedrooms or so, and a huge
kitchen and dining room.  So it will be the whole "fam-damnily" for the
whole four-day weekend."  He watched for my reaction.

My mind spun off kilter for a bit.  I mean, my mom with Hank's family.  I
didn't know.  "But what about all the sex stuff with your brothers?  I
don't mean she's going to watch it or anything." I think I actually blushed
again.  "I mean, I don't know how all the openness will hit her."

"She was pretty cool with you and your decision.  I think it would be great
for the two families to get to know each other," he paused and looked at me
with that famous smile of his, "since we are going to be spending so much
time together."

Throughout dinner he told me about the place where we would be spending
Thanksgiving. It had a sauna, hot tubs (plural), deck, barbecue, and
numerous bathrooms and bedrooms.  So there would be plenty of room for
everyone.

I had him run through the names of his brothers and their families, so I
could begin trying to keep them straight in my head.  "The oldest is Ted.
He is married to Sally, and has 2 kids - a boy, Ted Jr., and a girl, Sue.
Nick is next, and he is married to Nancy – no kids.  Harry is bringing
his current girl friend, and I can't keep the names straight.  Mike is
next, and I don't know if he is bringing anyone or not.  And Bill. Again, I
don't know if he is bringing someone or not.  So we could end up in a bed
with Bill and Mike."

My jaw dropped, and then I realized he was kidding.  "Asshole!" I said.  We
had a great dinner with all our favorites: twice cooked pork, Mongolian
beef, Mu Shu Shrimp, Sesame Chicken, and House Lo Mein.  And lots of tea!

We talked about the money next, and what we wanted to do with it.  I had
already paid back Jimmy for the loan on the camera, from our photo shoot
work and the items Hank had sold on-line.  It still amazed me that guys
wanted to buy my used jocks, underwear, and socks.  But it seemed to be a
steady source of income.  "Let's figure out something to buy to bring to
the Thanksgiving weekend," I said seriously.

"What, a case of condoms?"  Hank shot back.

"Asshole!" I said.

"Fuck face," he retorted.

"You wish!" and we both laughed.

"Okay, maybe we'll get some good wine, or a pie, or something," he said.

"I was thinking like a centerpiece or something for the table." I
countered.

"What? Just because you are gay, you think we need to bring some gay floral
thingy?" Hank asked.

"Asshole!"

"Fuck head!"  Then he laughed. "No, that is a good idea.  Just had to get a
jab in there.  And speaking of which, you better get used to them, because
my brothers will tease you mercilessly."

He had told me this before.  I went back to thinking about my mom.  "Maybe
we could give my mom a gift certificate to get some things for herself."

"That's a great idea!"

"We should give some to a charity or something, if we have any left over."
Hank said.

I didn't want to dis what he was saying, but, "Well, I could use whatever I
can get for school.  You know - books, tuition and stuff.  I mean, my mom
doesn't have much, and not everything is covered for me."

"I am sorry, little brother, I forgot."  He smiled. "Sure, you use it how
you need it."

"No, asshole, I didn't mean that you couldn't use your half," I said
defensively.

His smile broadened, "And I didn't mean it that way, fuck face," and I knew
he was trying to push my buttons!

After a great dinner, we drove back to the campus and walked around a bit
to let dinner settle and to talk about Thanksgiving.  "There is going to be
a football game on Thursday sometime.  And there will be boy time.
Whenever there is a holiday, everyone has agreed that, since we were so
close growing up, we just need some time together."

"Oh, so does that mean I need to make myself scarce then?" I asked,
disappointed that I would not be able to be with him.

"No, I should have said, guys our age.  If Bill has someone with him, then
he will join us as well."  He smiled.  "I imagine it will entail getting
naked, going to the sauna and/or hot tub, and generally screwing around."
He looked at me.

"Do you mean literally `screwing' around?"  I asked. "I mean, two of your
brothers are married and one has a girlfriend."

He laughed again. "Look! All the brothers play together, and it has always
been that way.  At the minimum, I am sure there will be a circle jerk, and
at the most, yeah, there will probably be some fucking going on."  He
looked at me with a big smile. "I know that Bill will probably want a go at
that ass of yours."  He looked at my shocked look.

"What? It just keeps getting better and better, both in looks and in
function!"  He laughed.

"So your married brothers fuck the other brothers?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah, or get fucked.  I have said we are a pretty open family, and pretty
much anything goes, as long as the ones involved agree and no one gets
hurt.  So we won't let Nick set up a mini-dungeon in the basement, or
anything."  He looked at me. "That is, unless you want him to!"

I shook my head.  I still had trouble sometimes figuring out when he was
kidding me.  "And what does everyone else do while the boys are having
their time?"  I asked, "What? The women have to go off and do the shopping,
dishes, or laundry, or something?"

"Asshole," he said, smiling again. "No, we are not sexist.  The women, and
my dad, will go off and do whatever they want.  It may be some time spent
getting nails done.  It might be a movie, bowling, or hell, they might get
a hotel room and all get it on!"  He laughed when he saw the look on my
face.

"You will meet my dad.  Call him Matt, unless he tells you differently.
And my mom, Ellen.  I know they are going to welcome you in as part of the
family.  So it would be great if your mom came along and got to see what my
family is like."

I agreed that I would call and ask her.  I figured I could spend a couple
of hours figuring out how to broach the topic, but Hank reached into my
pocket, pulled out my phone, and went through my speed dial, and found
mom's number and pushed "dial".

"Here, you can ask her now," he said, handing me the phone.  I mouthed the
word, "asshole" as I took the phone.

"Hi, mom," I said, when she picked up right away.  Then I had to go through
the litany of standard questions from her.

"How are you feeling?  How are your classes?  How are your grades?  Do you
have enough money?  Are you getting enough rest?  Are you getting enough
exercise?  Are you studying regularly?  Are you getting your laundry done?
Are you folding your clothes?" etc. etc. etc.

Hank just stood there laughing at me.  I flipped him the finger while I
answered, "Yes, mom," over and over.

Finally, she took a breath and asked, "So what's wrong; why did you call?"

"Nothing's wrong, mom.  You know I mentioned going to Hank's for
Thanksgiving.  His parents wanted to know if you would like to join us." I
managed to get the words out in one breath.

She didn't answer immediately, and I thought she was going to say no, but
she came back with, "Is there room?  I thought Hank's folks had a small
house.  I thought I remembered him saying that."

"No, mom, one of the brothers got this big cabin and it has a dozen
bedrooms, so they say there is plenty of room for you.  You can meet all of
Hank's brothers and their families and his parents.  It will be fun." Hank
was coaching me on what to say; I felt like a parrot.

"You sure that I won't be interfering in anything you boys want to do?" I
felt heat rise to my ears.

"Mom!" I paused; maybe that is not what she meant.  "I mean, no, they want
you, we want you, everyone wants you."  Hank was nodding his head and
giving me a thumbs up.

"Okay," I said, "I'll send you the address, directions, and information." I
listened, "And yes, I'll find out if there is anything you can bring."

It was nearly impossible to get her off the phone then, "Yes, mom, I will,
mom.  Yes, mom.  Good bye, mom.  Yes, I love you too, mom."  Sigh, "Yes,
mom, good bye."

Hank was laughing and shaking when I finally hung up.  "Asshole!" I said.

"Fuck face" he responded.

A bit more walking, and we heard some noise off to the left, so we went to
investigate.  It kept getting louder as we approached, but I still couldn't
understand what was being said.

We finally reached a courtyard of sorts.  There was a light shining into
the area, and it looked like a t-bar for a clothesline or something, and
there was someone tied to it.  As we got closer, it was obvious it was a
guy, because he was naked.  He had some kind of bag over his head.  He was
writhing on the bar that his wrists were tied to.

On his back and butt, someone had drawn pictures of dripping dicks and the
words, "Pussy boy; insert dick here; and please use as often as possible; I
can't get enough."

When we were able to touch him, he jumped and started yelling, but again,
it was all muffled.  We removed the bag and saw he was gagged and
blindfolded.

Hank removed the blindfold and I undid the gag, and I realized it was
Jimmy.  "What the...?" I asked.

He fought us and pushed, trying to get away, blinking his eyes until he
could focus; then he saw it was us.  "Thank you!" he said, and would have
collapsed if Hank hadn't caught him.

He started shaking, and I took off my jacket and wrapped it around him.
"What happened?" I asked.

I wrapped him up in my arms until his teeth stopped chattering.  I saw
bruises on his face and chest.  Finally, he took a deep breath.  "I met up
with one of the guys from the frat, Rick, I think his name was.  He was all
over me to come to his room, so he could fuck me without his frat brothers
finding out.  He was all about how he had always wanted to do this, and how
I was so cute and all."

He looked up at us. "Yeah, not too bright, fucking in his room, so his
brothers wouldn't find out.  Yeah, right."

He sighed and continued, "It was a set-up.  I got there and was grabbed by
four other guys.  Rick just smiled as I was stripped and tied to the door
frame.  They got out the markers then and started writing all over me.
When they finished that, they gagged and blindfolded me before putting the
hood over my head."

This didn't sound good, but I continued to listen.  "One guy put me over
his shoulder.  As he carried me around the house, there was laughter and
slapping my ass, hard!"  He paused.  "He carried me down some stairs and,
eventually, to this place.  Then at least eight guys fucked me while I was
hanging there.  The last guy was huge!"

Hank tried to lighten the mood. "But you like them big!"

"Fuck you!  Maybe I should get the eight of them to fuck you, and then you
wouldn't be laughing."  But he smiled, understanding what Hank was trying
to do.

"They had fun twisting my nipples, squeezing my balls, and bending my dick.
They thought it was funny that I was getting off on getting fucked, calling
me faggot and pussy boy."  He looked down again.

"But, Kyle, I got off on it.  I got off on being used.  I got off on being
gang fucked.  Well, I guess you would say rape, but I shot at least a
couple of times during the whole thing."  He looked at me for my response,
but it was Hank that answered.

"Hey, there are all kinds of things that get people turned on.  But it
should be done with people that care about you.  Not these frat assholes.
We are going to have to figure out something to get back at them."  That
made me wonder what Hank had in mind.

"Finally, they slapped my ass a dozen times or so, and said they would see
if they couldn't find someone else that wanted a go at my ass."  He
scratched his nose, and then continued, "After a while, I started getting
scared on who was going to find me and where I was tied up.  I imagined
that I was strung up along some walkway or something, and that people would
see me. "

"But then I got scared that I was going to be left there all night.  So I
tried screaming to get someone's attention.  I guess you guys heard me."
He looked between us, and smiled.

"Okay, let's get you back to the dorms.  We'll find a dark corner outside
for you to wait with one of us, while the other one goes up and gets you
some clothes.  Then we are going to get you a shower, and check out your
hole." Hank saw the expression on Jimmy's face, "not that way!  We are
going to see if they ripped anything, and if you need medical attention."

That sobered him up a bit.  He nodded his head, and we headed back toward
the dorm; the jacket covered most of his torso and waist.  At the dorms, we
found some shadows over by the dumpster.  Jimmy told Hank where he had his
spare key, so he could get into his room if Jared wasn't there.

I stayed with him and talked to him a bit.  "You know, Jimmy, I have this
thing about being exposed and humiliated.  It just seems to turn some
switch.  Hank is cool in that he helps me with it, helps me keep it within
certain boundaries.  You need to talk to Jared about this and maybe he can,
I don't know, arrange a group gang bang for you amongst some of the guys he
knows."  I smiled at a thought, "I know Michael might like to have a go at
your ass, and he can be kind of rough!"

Jimmy's dick had risen while his mind played through all these ideas.  Hank
was back with some gym shorts, a t-shirt, and flip-flops.  Jimmy pulled
them on, and we took him to our room; then to the showers, but the marker
wasn't coming off.  It would have to wear off; I didn't think he would be
bathing with the guys on the floor for a bit.  I would have to see if
Marshall could get him set up with a place to shower until it faded.  And
probably Marshall would be good for him to talk to as well, anyway.

Hank made a big deal of checking out Jimmy's ass, smearing some goo all
over it while Jimmy moaned.  Hank called him a slut, and Jimmy laughed.

He stayed with us until Jared got back; he said that he knew Jared would
comfort him tonight.  I told him I would call Marshall and try to set
something up for him.  He gave us both a kiss, thanked us, and walked
slowly out the door and to his room.

I got him all set up with Marshall.  He later said that Marshall was great,
but didn't tell me what they talked about.  He said that Marshall had made
arrangements for him to use one of the staff showers until the marker
writing wore off.  Before long, he was smiling and flirting like his usual
self.

I thought that, after Thanksgiving, we would have to set up something for
him with Jared.  But Thanksgiving was fast approaching.  Hank said he would
wait until after Thanksgiving to figure out what to do to Rick.

Every time he mentioned Thanksgiving, he would look at me and leer.  He got
me so worried about the long weekend, that I began to have nightmares and
dreams about his brothers not accepting me, and dreaming up some way to
humiliate me.  And then other dreams were about being in bed with all of
them while they swapped out fucking me.  I was getting so nervous that I
was tossing and turning all night, and Hank was threatening to make the bed
back to two beds so he could get some sleep.

*****

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