From: authoruk@bigfoot.com
Subject: NEW STORY "Bound To Cum" (t/t)(Bond)
Date: Tue, 20 Jan 1998 02:55:02 GMT
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 "Bound To Cum"

 "Don't move or you're dead"

As he heard the words he felt something press into his back.

"Shit", thought Andy, " captured again".

He lifted his hands resignedly and turned to face Craig,  his 14 year old
friend, standing in mock combat gear, his plastic rifle pointing at Andy.

Craig 'glared' at him.  "Right, you're my prisoner", he snapped.  "Go over to
that tree".

As he spoke he gestured with his rifle towards a tall oak tree on the left of
the clearing where he had 'captured' his friend.  The two boys walked towards
it, Craig walking behind Andy, his rifle still in the alert position.  When
they reached the tree Andy was ordered to stand with his back against the trunk
and then Craig, shucking the rucksack from his back, opened it and removed a
coil of rope.  As Andy stood against the tree he could feel the rope fastening
his hands behind the tree and then, when Craig was sure they were fixed firmly
proceeded to do the same to his friends' legs until Andy was fixed firmly to
the tree. Once he was satisfied with his knots, Craig walked around the tree
until he was facing the bound boy.

"You are now my prisoner", he declared triumphantly, "and if you don't give me
the information I want you will be tortured until you beg for mercy."

"I'll never talk", Andy replied, maintaining his character of the tough, war
bitten soldier.

Craig started to speak again then his eyes flicked past Andy to a point behind
the tree.

"Ohhh  Shit", he yelped.

Before his friend had a chance to ask what was wrong Craig turned and started
running towards the clearing, twice looking over his shoulder at 'something'
behind Andy, as he went.

Of course Andy was unable to follow, being tied to the tree so all he could do
was watch Craig's back as it moved further and further away. He wasn't sure
whether his friend was just pissing about or had really seen something alarming
but even as he was considering this he heard the sound of several  footsteps
coming from behind.

"Well look what's here", came an amused voice.  Andy groaned silently,
recognising the speaker as Chris Serle.  Chris attended the same school but was
a couple of years older and, with his friends, took great pleasure in bullying
the smaller kids.  Until now Andy had managed to keep out of his way but this
time he hadn't being so lucky.   Movement caught his eye and he stared
apprehensively as Chris came into view.  He was accompanied by three of his
"gang", Paul Hatton, Hilt (Hilton) Ingram and Chris Watkins. Serle was already
almost 6' tall, slim but muscular with light brown hair and at present had a
rather unpleasant grin on his face.  His cronies were slightly shorter but no
less menacing.  Paul Hatton was stockier, his stern faced topped by a shock of
curly, dark brown hair, Ingram was of similar build and hair colour but his was
straight and Watkins was slimmer with longer, slightly greasy, black hair.

The four of them stood staring at the bound boy and Andy had little choice but
to stare back as the ropes allowed him little movement.  Chris Serle smiled at
him but it was not a very nice smile, more a  "you've had it now mate" kind of
smile and Andy swallowed apprehensively.

The bigger boy stepped forward until he was standing directly in front of Andy
and then, without any warning, thrust a hand between the boys legs and grabbed
his balls.  Andy grasped as little shafts of pain rose up his body from his
squeezed bollocks.  Even though his tormentor wasn't  gripping him all that
tightly is was certainly enough to hurt.

"Well he's got something there", Serle announced to the others as he continued
squeezing Andy's balls through his jeans.

"Anything much else there?", Ingram asked and Serle moved his hand up the jeans
until his palm was pressing down on the crotch, his fingers digging into Andy's
scrotum. 

"I think he's got a dick there but it's hard to tell as it's so small I can't
tell through his jeans", Serle replied.

Watkins laughed.  "Better take them down then so we can check properly".

"Just let me go", shouted Andy now feeling pretty frightened at the situation
he was in but soon shut up as the fingers pressed harder against his balls.

"You don't give me orders", Serle told him, prodding his testicles each time he
said a word.  Andy just looked at the bigger boy resignedly, knowing there was
sod all he could do to stop his and his mates doing whatever they wanted.  He
felt the weight on his crotch lift as the hand moved upwards until it was
fumbling with the boys belt.  As the two ends of the belt dropped and hung
limply Andy could feel the clip of his jeans being undone and felt the pressure
around his waist lessen as the top of his jeans sprung apart.  Next he heard
the sound of his zip being pulled down and he knew that the crotch of his jeans
was opening.

Letting go of the zip Serle took a step back so the four of them could look at
the tied up boy properly and they stared down at Andy's crotch where now could
be seen the white cotton of his jockeys in the centre of the now wide open fly
of the jeans.  Serle stepped forward again and rubbed a finger over the
material until he came into contact with the soft, fleshy lump beneath them

"At least he's got one", he sniggered, as he added another finger to the
exploration.  Andy felt his dick being gently squeezed where it was lying,
limp, under his briefs.  Serle continued with this movement for a few seconds
and then grasped the boy's jeans and pulled them down until they were resting
around his bound ankles.  Grabbing hold of the jockeys he repeated the movement
and Andy felt the cool air against his now naked crotch as his underpants
joined his jeans.  The others crowded around, almost eagerly and looked at the
flaccid, 4 inch cock that was now revealed.  Beneath was a nicely proportioned
ball sack and above it was just a trace of wispy hair.  Chris Watkins reached
out his hand and prodded the soft cock experimentally and was rewarded by a
slight tightening under his fingers.

Tied to the tree Andy also felt it and realised that despite what was happening
his dick was starting to get hard.  He shut his eyes as he felt fingers
squeezing gently causing his shaft to stiffen more and more until he knew it
was sticking straight out from his body.  Realising he could do nothing to stop
the hard on he let his eyelids flicker apart and saw that the four boys were
staring down between his legs and all of them were slowly rubbing their own
crotches.

"Ever sucked cock you little turd?", Serle snapped at him.

"Course not", Andy replied almost defiantly.  "Only faggots do stuff like that.
It's gross."

"Looks like you're about to become a faggot then", came a snickering reply.

Before these last words had sunk in properly the boys moved around the tree and
Andy felt the rope being untied but his relief was short lived as he felt the
clothing around his ankles pulled off and at the same time his T-Shirt was
removed.  Then, naked, he was forced downwards until he was kneeling, his back
still against the rough tree trunk, and his hands and feet tied up again.  It
wasn't the most comfortable position, Andy thought, in a masterpiece of
understatement,  as his shoulders ached a little from the position of his arms
and the tree bark was pressing into his bare back. The only good think about it
was his erection had deflated a bit so his dick was now at a "half mast"
position. 

From his new viewpoint he watched as the four bullies re-assumed their
positions in front of him and then, in front of the horrified boy's eyes,
started removing their T-Shirts.  Andy noticed that none of the boys yet had
any chest hair but all were pretty well proportioned.  Now there were four
pairs of hands undoing four pairs of blue jeans which each soon slipped down
the legs of their respective owners until they lay on the ground  in four,
crumpled, blue piles.

The boys now stood in front of their captive wearing only their undergarments
and Andy noticed that whilst  Serle and Ingram wore jockeys,  Watkins and
Hatton favoured boxer shorts, one pair plain blue and the other patterned. All
had noticeable bulges in the crotch area but with the two jockey wearers their
cocks were clearly defined under the thin material and, to Andy, looked pretty
big. He didn't have long to wait as all four took hold of their final garment
and slipped them off so they were facing Andy, bollock naked, stiff dicks
pointing towards him.  Apart from his own, he'd never seen another boy with a
hard on and so he couldn't help examining each of the rigid shafts.  Serle and
Ingram had the biggest pricks, about 6" long but there the similarity ended.
Serle was uncircumcised and his foreskin was slightly pulled away from the end
revealing half an inch of spongy, purplish, glistening dick head, the slightly
opened piss slit staring unblinkingly at the captive boy.   Ingram was cut and
his dick was also thicker than Serle's.  The head was also pinker and dry
although as Andy looked he saw a small drop of clear liquid ooze from the slit
at the top.

Watkins and Hatton were less endowed by maybe half an inch and like the other
two, one was circumcised and one wasn't.  Watkins already had a hand on his
shaft and as he moved it up and down his foreskin slid back and forth over his
shiny cock head.  Like Ingram, Hatton's cut cock was surrounded by a thick bush
of curly black hair and his ballsack hung loosely between his legs.  As he was
looking at the four dicks Andy felt his own reversing its downward movement and
start stiffening again but he guessed it just something that happened when you
were faced with four boners.

Chris Serle had been watching as Andy got stiff again and his own cock throbbed
in anticipation of what was to come.  He walked over until he was standing
directly in front of the hog-tied boy so that his stiff organ was only an inch
or so away from his face.

"Right listen, you little faggot-to-be", he snarled.  "You are going to suck my
dick.  In fact you're going to suck all our dicks.  If you don't do a good job
you'll get a beating,  if you hurt us with your teeth you'll get a beating, if
you tell anyone you'll get a beating.  In fact if you do anything wrong you'll
get a beating.  Understand?"

By the time Serle had finished speaking Andy was feeling pretty scared.  Having
his dick touched hadn't been too bad, he could handle that, but now these
bastards were going to stick their filthy cocks into his mouth.  For a moment
he seriously considered taking the beating instead but only for a moment as his
fear of pain cut in making the sucking the better of two crappy options.

"I understand", he whispered, his eyes focussed on the hard, twitching cock in
front of him.  Serle started pushing forward and the head of his cock moved
closer to Andy's lips.  The boy hesitated for a second and then ever so slowly
pushed his tongue towards the  head of the jutting organ.  As the two finally
made contact the unfamiliar taste of boy cock hit his senses.  It was hard to
describe, slightly acrid and musky with just a hint of something else.  As he
realised that it wasn't as bad he had imagined, Andy started licking further
around the spongy flesh. Serle clenched his hands as the tongue slid over the
end of his cock, getting more adventurous as time passed and already he could
feel his balls tightening, the thought of an unwilling boy licking his dick
making him light-headed, feelings that intensified as the Andy flicked over his
sensitive foreskin. 

Now he'd got used to the idea Andy was finding that the cock sucking wasn't
really that bad.  Sure sucking someone's dick was gross but it didn't taste as
horrible as he'd expected and was certainly better that getting beaten up. He
decided he'd better start doing more than just licking before his captors got
annoyed so, opening his mouth he slid it right over the head of Serle's hard,
warm cock.  As the boner started filling his mouth he clamped his lips around
it and continued swashing his tongue over the tip.  He felt a small amount of
some liquid seeping from the piss slit and licked it, finding it Ok.  By now
Serle was getting really worked up as Adam worked on his dick and his three
cronies standing there stroking their own cocks wasn't helping.  He knew he
wouldn't last much longer and so he grabbed Adam's head and pulled it towards
him, forcing his meat further into the warm, wet mouth.  Adam almost gagged as
the cock head reached his throat but he managed to avoid that by concentrating
on sucking and salivating the now throbbing cock.  He heard Serle groan, felt
the dick in his mouth start jumping and then  as his mouth started filling with
hot, thick liquid he realised that the youth was cumming in his mouth.  He
instinctively swallowed the creamy juice to make room for the next dollops
spurting from Serle's pulsating prick.  It wasn't long before the spurts
changed to a trickle and as he felt the penis in his mouth start to soften
slightly his head was released and Serle stepped back a few paces, his forehead
shining with sweat.

Andy swallowed the last of the cum in his mouth and realised that his own dick
was feeling really tight but before he could dwell on this a hard, thick, cut
cock came into view as Hatton took Serle's place.  Andy sighed, quietly, and
leant forward to start on his next sucking task.  This time it was different as
Hatton's cock was drier as he had no foreskin to lubricate his head but this
was compensated by the traces of sticky cum mixed with saliva still in Andy's
mouth. The boy was finding the differences in this cock quite interesting and
noticed that even Hatton's crotch had a different smell to it, different but
still, surprisingly, rather exciting.  Andy traced over the taut shaft with his
lips, his tongue laving the cock head and pressing into the little slit at the
end. Because Hatton had been rubbing himself whilst watching Serle get his
rocks off it didn't take him nearly as long to climax and so shortly afterward
Andy felt another dick throbbing and a second dose of similar tasting spunk
jetted into his mouth.  He swallowed furiously as Hatton pumped in and out of
his mouth, causing one jet to catch Adam's lips and slide slowly down his chin.

By this stage the other two had worked themselves up into such a state of lust
that neither could wait any longer and so as soon as Hatton stepped back they
both dove forward simultaneously until Adam had yet another new experience as
two stiff dicks both tried to enter his cum sticky mouth together.  The boy
knew that he'd never get both in so, taking the initiative he caught hold of
one cock in each hand and, holding them tightly, started running his tongue
over the cock heads one after another.  Sometimes he would slide his tongue
between the two pulsing boners so he was licking the sides of both pricks at
once and at the same time he moved his hands up and down jerking off the two
panting youths.

The amazing sensations in their dicks was heating the two up even more and
until they each had an arm around the other tightly causing their naked sides
to press together.  The feelings in their groins were  intensified now and then
as their cock heads rubbed against each other and both dug their fingernails
into the other as they felt their climaxes approaching.

Adam was quite into the whole thing now,  his build up of  sexual excitement
had reached such a stage that any thoughts of it being gross or disgusting to
suck another persons cock had disappeared and he licked the shafts vigorously,
still wanking the two boys as he did.  As he felt the now familiar movements
starting in the two swollen cocks he opened his mouth in preparation for what
was about to happen and this time was able to watch as the two boy's dicks
started to disgorge their creamy loads.  As Adam saw the first jets of white
fluid leave the piss slits and travel the short distance to his waiting mouth
he felt his own dick throbbing and to his amazement, as more hot salty, cream
spattered his face, he felt his own cum boiling up from his balls, leaving his
painfully tight prick and looping to the ground.  His massive climax was
continuing and he pressed his face against the two dicks and licked the sticky
cock heads, still spitting their final globules of spunk against him.

Finally all three were satiated and Adam slumped back against the tree.  The
other boys stood looking, their gradually limpening dicks shining with a
mixture of saliva and spunk.

"Quick, he's over here", came a voice from the trees in the distance and Adam
recognised his friend Craig's voice.  At the sound the four naked boys jumped
as if electrified and with muttered oaths grabbed their clothes from the ground
and started running back from where they had first appeared. Adam just lay back
against the tree, totally exhausted, and waited for whoever Craig had got to
help to arrive.  Then the realisation of his situation dawned on him. "Oh,
fuck", he thought.  "They'll see me like this and know what I did.  Oh Shit" 

He detected movement and fearfully lifted his head only to gasp in surprise
when, instead of a group of people, he just saw Craig running towards him. When
he reached his friend Craig stood, staring in horror at his friend, sitting,
tied to the tree, dribbles of cum over his face and chest and other white
clusters on the ground near his semi-limp dick.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry I ran away, man, but I was so scared", Craig whispered,
tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

"It's OK", Andy reassured him.  "It wasn't that bad, really.  Just help me get
untied".

His friend complied with this request and gently untied the knotted rope until
it dropped to the ground. He helped Andy to his feet and as he looked at his
cum covered friend he was surprised to feel his groin tighten.

"What did they do?", he asked as Andy started collecting his clothing, wiping
the spunk from his body with his jockeys before putting them on.  Andy looked
up.

"I'll tell you all about it later", he promised.  "And, I'll tell you something
else.  Somehow I'm gonna get those creeps back.  I think they should find out
what it's like to suck dick, and worse!"


Bound To Cum  (2)

When the doorbell sounded it's strident ring, the following morning, Andy ran
downstairs from his room to answer it.  He guessed it was Craig and as he
opened the door he saw he was right.  His friend walked in and, after closing
the door, Andy ran back up to his room closely followed by Craig.

Because Andy hadn't had time yesterday to explain what the four boys had "made"
him do he'd had to promise to give Craig all the gory details now, so as the
two of them entered Andy's bedroom, closing the door behind them, he saw the
other boy staring at him expectantly.

"O.K., tell me what happened." Craig said, then, as he saw a hint of hesitation
appearing, "Oh come on. You promised".

Andy relented and shrugged.  "Yeah, all right.  Better get comfy 'cos it might
take some time.

The two of them flung themselves onto Andy's bed. Andy leant on his right side
so he could look at his friend who was lying on his back, hands behind his
head, and once they were both settled he began to relate the events of the
previous afternoon.

Craig listened intently as the details unfolded, flicking surreptitious glances
at the other boy every now and then. As he spoke and remembered what had
happened Andy realised, to his surprise, that he was actually enjoying telling
his friend about it and was even getting hard.

Unknown to Andy similar things were happening to the other boy.  Although he
had started out expecting to be shocked and horrified by what his poor friend
had endured, Craig was, instead, fascinated and when he heard about Serle
cumming in Andy's mouth he casually moved one hand from his head and down to
his crotch so he could hide what was definitely the start of a hard on.

"What did it taste like", he whispered.  "Was it gross"

"No it wasn't 'tho I thought it would be", was the reply. "It was quite thick
and warm but it's hard to describe the taste."

Eventually Andy reached the point where the boys had run off and he could tell
from the pressure in his jockeys that he had a raging stiffie.

Craig thought for a moment then spoke again.  "I'm having a problem working out
why you couldn't get away.  How were you tied up?"

Andy started to explain, rather surprised at his friend's apparent lack of
belief, but was soon interrupted.

"Look, why don't you show me, it'll be easier."

"But I don't have a tree in my room", said Andy, stating the obvious.

"Shit I know that.  We'll have to use something else.  Come on, it'll be a
laugh."

After looking around the sparsely furnished room they decided that the only
thing to do would be to upend the bed and pretend that was the tree so that was
what they did.  Andy rummaged around until he had found some rope and then held
it out so his friend could tie him up, but Craig shook his head.

" I've been thinking", he told Andy, "and I reckon the best way for me to
understand it is if I pretend to be you and you pretend to be Serle."

So saying he positioned himself with his back against the springs of the
upended bed.

"Now tie me up like you were when they first arrived".

Still a bit surprised Andy did as he was asked until Craig was firmly fixed to
the bed.

"Now I want you to try and remember everything Serle did, in the right order.
What happened first?"

Andy thought back but it wasn't too difficult to remember.

"He squeezed my dick and balls", he told Craig.

"Go on then", his friend said.

Andy hesitated but as Craig urged him on, he reached out a hand and gently
clasped it over the fly of his friends jeans.  He immediately noticed one
difference from the events of yesterday.  When Serle had squeezed him his dick
had been limp which was not what was happening here as his hand was wrapped
around something very hard indeed!

"Go on, squeeze", Craig muttered.

Andy tightened his grip as he felt his friends cock for the first time, even
though it was through his clothing.  Until now they'd never really talked about
stuff like that - sure they'd made the usual crude, jokey comments boys do  but
neither had ever suggested anything else.  As he squeezed he thought, for a
moment that he felt some response but then he dismissed the idea, after all,
they were just recreating the start of the incident out of curiosity - weren't
they?

Finally Andy released his grip and stepped back.

"Well that's how it started so you see I couldn't have done anything about it,
could I."

Craig stared back at him and Andy saw a strange look in his eyes.

"Yeah, I mean No. OK, you couldn't have but I still think we'd better do a bit
more of it.  I want to know how bad it must have been for you.  Come on.
Please."

Andy thought about it but whatever his brain was saying his cock was certainly
willing, judging from the way it was pushing against the tight cloth of his
briefs. 

"Well if you're sure.  But the next thing Serle did was take my jeans and stuff
down."

Craig said nothing, just looked at him almost appealingly so Andy moved in and
carefully caught hold of the clip at the waistband of the tied boys jeans.  He
felt the clip open and then, taking hold of the zipper between his thumb and
forefinger, he slowly drew it downwards.  The sound of the zip undoing seemed
loud in the almost silent room and Andy watched, mesmerised, as the zip
fastening opened revealing the whiteness of Craig's jockeys, the front pushed
forward from the small but firm cock beneath. When the front of the jeans were
gaping wide Andy let go of the zip and taking hold of the blue denim pulled the
jeans down his friends slim legs.  As they stopped their downward slide, Andy
started to move his hand towards the now cotton covered crotch in front of him.

As he had felt the slim fingers performing their actions on his jeans Craig
could hardly breath. The fact that his friend was touching him where no one
ever had before, was, somehow, incredibly exciting and he knew that this was
something he would remember for a very long time.  He closed his eyes when his
jeans slid down his legs so he didn't see what was happening next until he felt
a hand squeezing the thin material covering his shaft and he felt his boner
swell under the gentle pressure.

By now Andy's own cock was pressing so hard into his clothing it was almost
painful but he ignored it, concentrating on his hand as it slowly moved over
the white covered protrusion in front of him.  He saw a small damp spot appear
on the cotton briefs where the tip of Craig's dick was pushing against it and
instinctively squeezed the shaft, causing the spot to get slightly larger.
Almost reverently he clasped the sides of the underwear and pulled it down,
giving a little gasp as he saw his friends uncovered prick for the first time.
He noticed it seemed slightly longer than his but no thicker and the slit at
the end had a drop of liquid hanging precariously on it.  Craig also had just a
hint of hair around the base of his dick which Andy looked at with interest and
as soon as the jockeys were clear of the area he put his hand up and clasped
the warm, stiff flesh of Craig's boy cock.  As he did so he heard the other boy
moan softly and, slightly panicking, pulled his hand back.

"Er..that's was all he did before. . .", his voice tailed of but almost
immediately his friend completed the sentence.

". .before he made you suck him off, right?"

"Um . .yeah.  First they tied me differently then made me do it."

"Show me how you were tied for that, then" Craig told him.

By now, despite himself, Andy was feeling pretty horny and didn't need any more
urging to untie his friend, push him to his knees and then tie him up again,
tightly, to the base of the bed.  He stood looking down at the tied boy, who
was struggling with the ropes.

"Shit, you've really done a good job with these ropes", came a plaintiff voice.

"I know, but you wanted to know what it was like and you have to be tied as
tight as me to understand how I couldn't stop them - right?"

"I s'pose so" was the slightly grudging reply.  "So what happens now."

Andy lost any semblance of control as he looked at Craig.

"This does", he told Craig and hurriedly started undoing his own jeans.

The bound boy watched as his friend stripped off his trousers and then, before
he had much chance to look at Andy's  bulging briefs, they were slipped down as
well until Craig was staring at just over 4 inches of stiff dick.  Even as he
watched it moved towards him until the head brushed his lips and the smell of
fresh boy dick entered his nostrils.  Making no effort to resist he opened his
mouth and felt Andy's cock slide into his wet mouth.  Craig sniffed the new,
exciting scent and closed his mouth against the warm, swollen flesh, tasting
the drop of pre-cum against his tongue.  He flicked his tongue experimentally
over the spongy head and was rewarded by feeling it twitch in response.

Andy was in seventh heaven, not only was his dock being sucked for the first
time but by his best friend and the combination was awesome.  It was also
bringing him on very quickly and he knew he was going to climax any second.
Craig's tongue was sliding over his cock head faster now and Andy clenched his
ass cheeks as he felt his dick start the now familiar pulsation.  He almost
screamed as he started cumming and knew that more spunk was leaving his piss
slit than the day before.

For Craig it was another new experience as he felt hot, creamy stiff spurting
into his mouth and he savoured the strange taste, swallowing the first globules
and feeling them sliding down his throat as more entered his mouth.  He thought
his own dick was going to explode as his friend's cock throbbed in his mouth
and he tried to free one hand to wank himself but the ropes were too tight.
Finally Andy stepped back causing his slightly softened shaft to slip from
Craig's mouth, a last drop of white liquid oozing from the damp piss slit.
Craig was feeling really desperate as his cock seemed to swell even more.

"Oh, Christ, Andy, please do me, I can't stand this."

As he heard the plaintiff cry and stared at his bound, horny friend, Andy felt
his own softening cock start to stiffen slightly and he quickly knelt down and
took Craig's burning cock in his mouth.  The first touch of Andy's wet tongue
was enough and he felt his friends whole body jerking as his creamy cum started
filling Andy's warm, and willing, mouth.  He grabbed Craig's ass cheeks and
pulled him up, forcing the pulsating dick further into his now salivered, cummy
mouth. 

Craig couldn't have imagined how incredible it felt to have his friend sucking
him and taking in his spunk and he thrust upwards as if he was trying to push
his dick right down his friend's throat.  All too soon he stopped cumming and
gradually relaxed.  Andy lifted his head from the spunked out dick, swallowed
the remaining cream still in his mouth and looked at his friend.

Craig smiled at him, his face flushed.

"Fuck, that was awesome", he muttered.  "Now, if you untie me you can tell me
what you've got planned for the others."

As he untied the ropes Andy realised that now there was going to be two, horny
boys wanting to take their revenge and as this thought struck him he felt a
twinge in his dick and a final drop of cum plopped from his cock head onto the
carpet below.  


Bound To Cum (3) 

Over the next couple of days the two boys discussed how they were going to get 
back at Serle and the others.  It was pretty obvious that they couldn't take 
them all on at once but Andy was determined to give all four a taste of their 
own medicine so it was clear that they would to plan their strategy carefully.

They considered several possibilities but finally decided that a variation on 
the old saying 'divide and conquer' would be the best bet and so they started 
making a detailed plan...

It was almost like a military operation, Andy thought to himself as he covertly
observed Serle from some bushes.  Since they had decided on a plan the two boys
had tried to get some idea of the movements of their "enemies", to try and find
some pattern, and it had become clear that all four went to the park where they
had caught Andy more often than anywhere else.  So after comparing notes and 
deciding on the 'area of operations' Andy and his friend fixed the following 
Saturday as "GBB" day, or "Get the Bastards Back" Day!.  The day before, both 
were kept busy collecting the various items they had decided they would need to
ensure maximum safety, for themselves, and maximum 'pay back' for the others!

                              . . . . . . . . . . .

The strident buzzing of his alarm clock woke Andy abruptly but any thought of 
more sleep almost immediately left him.  Today was 'THE DAY' and he leapt out
of bed and pulled on jeans, jockeys, socks and a T-shirt.  He fastened the
rather  bulky rucksack that was lying in one corner of his room and, having put
on his trainers, crept quietly from the house.  He had told his parents that he
and Craig were going fishing and wanted an early start, which they had accepted
with no problems.  If only they had known what the two boys really had planned
for the day!

                              . . . . . . . . . 


Craig saw his friend from his bedroom window, where he had been anxiously 
waiting.  Since the incident the other day when Andy had showed what had been 
done to him he'd been unable to think of much else as the remembrance of Andy's

cum in his mouth kept flashing back into his mind, and each time it did his
cock would stiffen.  Although the two of them had planned the initial stages of
today with great care, what was to happened once they had their 'captors' had
been left rather up in the air.  He'd asked Andy about this at one point but
his friend had just grinned.

"I think we'll just take things as they come", he'd replied and Craig wasn't 
sure which spelling of the word the other boy had meant!  Now seeing Andy he 
left his bedroom and went down stairs, remembering to grab his own, equally 
bulky, rucksack as he went.  Leaving the still silent house he walked over to 
his approaching friend and the two of them grinned at each other.

"Well this is it!" Andy stated, perhaps a little nervously as they started 
towards their destination.

"I just hope we've thought of everything", the other boy replied.  "I mean, 
we're only going to get one chance and if anything goes wrong then. ."

". . we're fucked", both of them said simultaneously.

Andy looked across at Craig.

"You know if you want to back out I won't mind.  I mean, it was me that they
did it to so I won't blame you."

Craig returned the glance and tried to look resolute.

"Shit, no", he replied.  "You're my mate, aren't you?  Count me in."

(Privately he was thinking that he would follow his friend to the ends of the 
earth after that all too short blow job he'd experienced the other day!)

By the time they reached the wooded area that had been the scene of Andy's 
undignified experience of a few days before the sun was starting to warm up the
air around them.  This time, however, they carried on for around another
hundred yards until they came to another clearing with a dirt path leading into
it from the other direction.  Their recent observations had shown that this was
where their four "targets" met and so they had based their plans on this site.

"Right, let's get ready", Andy said to his friend and, going behind a clump of 
bushes, they unpacked their rucksacks. Over the next 30 minutes or so the two 
boys organised themselves and their equipment until they were satisfied 
everything was ready."

"O.K.", Andy finally said, "They should start getting here soon so let's get in
position".  He was unable to hide the nervousness in his voice so he quickly 
walked a short way along the path until he reached a pre-selected bush which he
hid behind.  Craig also took up his position and the two boys waited, silently 
for their prey.

It wasn't long before the sound of someone walking towards them reached their 
ears and Andy peered through the bush, trying to make out who it was.  As the 
figure drew nearer he saw it was Serle, and he was alone.  That had been the 
only problem, if the four boys had come along together Andy and Craig would
have had severe problems and the whole plan would have had to be abandoned.

Serle drew gradually closer until, finally, he was passing the clumps of bushes
where the two boys were hiding and as he drew level Andy leapt out behind him 
and thrust a pillow case over his head. At the same time Craig emerged and 
wrapped his arms around Serle's legs, causing the older boy to lose his balance
and topple forward.  He hit the ground with a thump and the "wuuumph" of 
expelled breath was clearly audible as his lungs emptied.  Before he could 
recover the two younger boys rapidly tied his arms tightly behind his back. His
legs were then hobbled together with more rope so there was just a few inches
of movement them.  When they were satisfied with their knots the boys turned
their attentions to Serle's head.  Craig pulled off the pillow case and Andy 
blindfolded and gagged the still winded boy with two handkerchiefs. Having 
completed the immobilisation they pulled Serle to his feet and started to drag 
him towards the nearby clearing.  The older boy tried to struggle but he had 
been bound too well and he couldn't even kick out without losing his balance.  
Reaching the clearing they dragged Serle to one of the trees and, with another 
piece of rope tied him to the trunk, not too tightly but enough to keep him 
there.  Then they went back to the clump of bushes to await their next
"victim".

As he waited Andy realised that whilst they had been tying Serle up he'd
started to get a hard on, there had been something exciting about having power
over someone, something he'd never thought about before.  However, he tried to
put this out of his mind and concentrate on the job in hand, that of
"capturing" Serle's three fiends.  He only hoped things went as smoothly with
them as they had with Serle. 

They did!   Within twenty minutes there were four boys tied to adjacent trees 
and the sounds of futile struggling and mumbles echoed softly around the 
clearing.  The two friends looked at each other and grinned.

"Shit, I never thought we'd manage it", Craig whispered.  Andy nodded,
relieved.

"To be honest I wasn't sure either - but we've got them".

"Too right", Craig responded.  "So what do we do with them now?"

"That was a good point", Andy admitted, wryly, to himself.  He'd spent so much 
time planning the capture he hadn't really thought about the aftermath.  He 
remembered back to the things they had made him do when he was in the same 
position and his cock poked into his jeans excitedly at the remembrance.

"Let's start by getting their dicks out and take it from there", he suggested 
and his friend nodded, his face getting flushed with excitement and, judging 
from the lump in his jeans other bits of him also liked the idea!

Walking over to the four boys they stood and stared at them.  The struggling
had virtually stopped now, probably because they had realised it was pointless.
All four were wearing jeans, T-shirts and sneakers, the only difference being
the colours of the garments.  Almost tentatively Andy went over to Serle and, 
reaching out a hand rubbed it over the zip of the other boys jeans.  There was 
an immediate reaction as Serle started struggling but once Andy realised the 
struggling wasn't making any difference he got bolder and squeezed the bunched 
up cloth under his palm.  He was almost immediately rewarded by Serle's dick 
stiffening inside the material and pressing into his hand.  Emboldened now, he 
grabbed the zip and pulled it down until Serle's tented jockey's poked through 
the widening gap in the fly.

Watching his friends actions on Serle's jeans was making Craig very horny and, 
going over to Hattin, started performing the same actions on his jeans and 
crotch until he too had a boner poking through his slightly stained, yellow 
briefs.  As he looked at this exciting sight Craig had an overwhelming urge to 
smell Hattin's jockey's and bending down until his nose was almost touching the
material he sniffed deeply, feeling his cock harden more as the aroma of boy 
cock and piss filled his nostrils.  He almost wanted to pull out his dick and 
wank there and then but managed to restrain himself, knowing there was a lot 
more "work"  to do yet.  Standing up he saw that Andy had now moved over to 
Ingram and was busy with the bound boy's zip so Craig, slightly reluctantly, 
left Hattin and went over to the Watkins, the only one who still had his 
clothing completely fastened.

That state of affairs didn't last long, however, and it wasn't long before
there were four boys, tied to trees with various sized jockey covered hard-ons 
sticking out of the flies of their jeans.

"I'm not sure how long I'm gonna last", Craig muttered to his friend, rubbing
at his enclosed cock".

"You're not the only one", came the reply.  "Let's get more comfy".

As he finished the sentence Andy kicked off his sneakers, undid his jeans and 
shucked them off, quickly followed by his jockeys and T-shirt until he was 
standing in the sun warmed clearing, stark naked, his stiff 4.5" dick pointing 
straight out in front of him.  Craig didn't have to be told twice and in a
short time was also naked, cock jutting out, a drop of pre-cum glistening on
his piss  slit.  He looked at Andy and, after a brief hesitation, put into
words what he's been thinking about ever since he'd undone Hattin's jeans.

"You'll probably think this is weird but I really want to suck their dicks 
through their jockey's.  Isn't that gross?"

Andy thought about it, but only briefly, as even whilst his friend had been 
suggesting it his cock had throbbed at the idea.

"Why the hell not," he replied.  "After all, we want them to be humiliated as 
much as I was - right?"

The two naked boys made there way to two of their "prisoners", Andy choosing 
Serle as the first recipient of his desire and Craig, not surprisingly, Hattin.

They knelt down in front of their respective boys and prepared to start.

The smell from Hattin's jockey's reached Craig's nostrils again and without
more ado he put out his tongue and licked the rough material, the unusual
tastes making his head whirl.  Hattin jerked and grunted at this new, but not 
unpleasant sensation teasing his rigid dick as it forced itself against the 
material of his jockeys.  When he'd first found himself captured he had been 
really pissed off, and, if he was honest, a bit scared as well as he hadn't had
a clue who his attackers were.  He still didn't but so far nothing too bad had 
happened quite the opposite in fact as the tongue laving his jockeys was
sending tingling feelings up his cock.  Fairly soon Craig got tired of just
licking the jockeys and, leaning forward, wrapped his wet mouth around the
cloth covered shaft of Hattin's dick.  Now his mouth was full of the pissy, boy
cock taste and the aroma from the crotch almost brushing his face was amazing.
He could almost feel the heat from the rigid organ and he started sucking hard.

On the next tree Serle was experiencing mixed emotions.  He was still really 
pissed off at having been caught so easily but against that, was also enjoying
having his dick sucked through his jockeys.  On the other end of the dick Andy
was also enjoying himself as he sucked away at the now sodden jockeys of his
earlier tormentor.  He could taste a myriad of different flavours and could
smell the musky scent of Serle's rampant crotch.  He could hardly stop himself
from touching his own cock but was trying to prolong his sexual excitement for
as long as possible.  As he felt Serle moving under the persistent tonguing of
his jockeys another idea came to him and he started to suck harder until he
felt the movement of Serle's crotch increase and knew the older boy was about
to cum.  Timing his moment to perfection he suddenly withdrew his mouth.

Serle could feel his cum starting to boil up in his balls and started to tense
in preparation for his climax when the warm feeling of the mouth around his
crotch disappeared.  He thrust his cock forward, desperately trying to get back
to the point of orgasm, now drifting away, but however much he tried, the warm,
wet mouth eluded him.  He groaned in frustration but the ropes prevented him
using his hand to give himself the release he craved.

Adam watched in amusement at the fevered contortions of the bound boy and then
walked over to the tree where Chris  Watkins was tied.  Kneeling in front of
him he started to softly suck the covered cock, sticking out from the boy.  He
could feel an almost immediate response to his ministrations and started
sucking even harder.

Craig had seen Adam move out of the corner of his eye and quickly realised what
his friend intended.  Clasping Hattin's covered balls with one hand he squeezed
them softly as he increased the vacuuming movement of his mouth until he felt
the boy start to squirm. Craig continued his ministrations until he judged that
Hattin was about to shoot his load and then, as Adam had done, he abruptly drew
away.  Judging from the movements of his "victim" he had timed the movement
just right and he moved over to the remaining youth, Ingram without so much as
a backward glance.  He could tell from the bulge in the white briefs that this
boy had a good sized dick and as he wrapped his mouth around the jockeys and
their contents  he realised it was at least an inch thicker than his own or
Adam's and was even bigger than Hattins.

If anyone had entered the clearing at that moment they would have got one hell
of a shock.  There they were, four helpless boys, jeans around their ankles,
all jerking slightly and gasping.  Two had large wet patches on the front of
their jockeys at the point where their obviously rigid dicks were pressing into
them, the other two had younger boys kneeling in front of them with their
mouths clamped tightly around the crotch area.  But luckily for them all, no
one did arrive.

Andy sucked away at Watkin's cloth covered cock and at the same time fondled
his balls through the jockeys.  Almost as an afterthought he slipped his
remaining hand over the back of the boys' leg and inside the leg of his jockeys
until he could feel the warm mounds of flesh of Watkin's ass.  The hand
continued until it was stroking the crack between the cheeks and then Adam
explored further until the tip of one finger was brushing the muscle around the
boys ass hole.  He pushed experimentally and felt Watkins respond by pressing
his crotch into Adam's face, as if trying to escape  the probing finger.  He
pushed the finger into the tightened muscle until he felt it slip into the
entrance of the asshole.  He could tell that Watkins was almost at the point of
no return but by now he, himself wanted some relief so instead of pulling away
he increased the movements of his mouth on the damp cloth and cock, still
squeezing the balls and at the same time pushing his finger further into the
warm, tightly muscled asshole.

Above him Watkins was feeling sensations he'd never had before and wanted to
push both forwards into the wet mouth but also backwards to get more of the
invading digit up his ass.  As he felt himself cumming he clenched his ass
around Adam's finger which by now was sliding in and out of his asshole and
thrust his crotch as far as he could as he felt his dick spurting hot cum into
the front of his jockeys.  Adam sucked even harder as he tasted the first of
the cum that strained through the cotton and pushed his finger as far as it
would go into Watkin's asshole and more spurts of spunk soaked the jockeys.
Finally Watkins relaxed as the last of his orgasm left him and Adam stood up,
licking his lips as looked to his right where Craig was just receiving jockey
strained cum from Ingram.  Adam could see some of the white blobs had seeped
out and were covering the edge of his friends mouth and he waited, licking his
own lips thoughtfully.

Shortly afterwards Craig joined his friend, leaving a spent Ingram leaning
against his tree, the front of his jockeys thick with his spurted cum, the
bulge slightly less now the dick inside had deflated.  Adam saw that Craig
still had some of Ingram's spunk around his mouth and without thinking, leaned
forward and licked at it experimentally.  As Adam's tongue brushed his face
Craig was initially shocked, but only for an instant, then he responded by
flicking his tongue over Adam's lips, tasting their saliva and cum coating.
When they'd licked each other clean Adam whispered something to Craig who
grinned and nodded.  The two boys then went over to Serle and Hattin, both
still exhibiting fully stiff dicks pressing into their damp jockeys.  Craig
went to Hattin and Adam to Serle and, almost in unison, they each opened the
front of one of the two pairs of jockeys and stuck their dicks into them.
Andy felt his cock sliding into Serle's crotch, brushing against the pubic hair
and then rubbing against the warm, hard cock and he slowly started a fucking
movement causing his prick to rub against the coarse pubes and damp dick.  The
sensation of the jockeys brushing his shaft as he went made him feel even
better and he grabbed the bound boy to enable his thrusts to be more rough.

Craig was having similar fun as he fucked Hattin's jockeys, rubbing against the
cut dick and squeezing the cloth covered butt as he moved.  All too soon he was
ready and his cum started spurting over Hattin's cock, balls and pubes.  The
tip of Craig's dick jerked each time it rubbed the rough pubic hair and another
gob of cum would leave the piss slit.  Through his excitement he heard Andy
groan and turned his head in time to see his friend humping Serle's jockeys for
all he was worth.

As he felt his spunk jetting over Serle's cock he fucked harder, trying to soak
the inside of the jockeys and their contents but he couldn't yet produce that
much cum and had to content himself with a number of small, but satisfying
spurts.  Finally the last drop of hot cum left his cock and he reluctantly
pulled out just as Craig did the same.

"What about them?", his friend asked, "Are we gonna wank them off?"

Andy gave his naked friend a hug.

"Hell no", he muttered.  "Let them fucking suffer. After all, we've got hours
yet and I've got a lot more planned for these four . . . .

To be continued. . . .    

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