Date: Fri, 8 Nov 2013 10:37:12 -0600
From: Trent Ryder <trent.ryder@outlook.com>
Subject: Brothers Keeper  -  Part Three

You should not read this if you are underage or live where reading about
sex among males is illegal.  This is a story of two brothers and their
Puritanical father.  The younger brother uses the family situation to gain
control over his brother, and then involves others.  More become involved
as time passes.

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                     Part Three – The Boys From School

After that first day, the mornings began in the same way.  Grady would come
in, tell Jack to get up, Jack would delay, and finally Grady would make him
stand and `check it out', holding Jack's erection just long enough to get
him totally boned.  The result was he always came down to breakfast with a
hard on.  His father didn't seem to notice.

But the day after his embarrassment at school, as Grady `checked it out'
Jack asked "Can I go to see Zack after school?"

Grady, holding the erection, looked up at Jack suspiciously.

"You know dad said since football season was over, you had to come right
home every afternoon."  He moved his fingers slightly on Jack's dick.

"Right, but if you'd agree not to tell him, I could go to Zack's for a
little while."

The fingers now were playing around the head – lightly but still having
a total affect on Jack.  He might have resented having to beg Grady for
everything, but now he was almost approaching a trance state.  It just felt
so good...so good.

Grady could see what was happening.  He now grasped the whole rod, feeling
its warmth and strength.

"Let's say Friday.  Since we're going to let Matt come into our session on
Saturday, Friday would be a good time for you to be away."

He removed his hand.  Jack shook his head to clear it, and began taking
deep breaths.

Grady looked at him and smirked.  "Get dressed, Jack.  Dad's fixing
breakfast downstairs."



Grady finished his breakfast in a big hurry, and scampered away.  Jack knew
he was going to tell Matt about Saturday, and that would mean telling him
the whole thing.  When he arrived at the bus stop, he could see that Matt
did know, and the evil and joyous smirk on his face proved it.

With a mischievous grin, Matt said "Well here's our star, Jack the jacker.
How's it feeling today, Jack?"

As usual no others were waiting for the bus.  The area nearby now housed
mostly fields and weeds.  One bus stop back, a group would have gotten on,
and one stop ahead another would.  But they lived in what had become a
forgotten spot.

"Can I see his dick?" Matt asked Grady eagerly.

Grady looked all confident and sure of himself, like a politician. "Sure.
Show it to him, Jack."

What was Grady saying?  Show it to him?  Here in public when the bus might
come along any minute?  When their father's house was still in sight?

"Not here, Grady.  Not out in public like this."  He was so panicked his
dick had shriveled to almost nothing.

Grady smirked.  This was the kind of power he loved.  Plus he was
interested in how turned on Matt was.

"The bus stop has a solid back.  Face out to us and dad can't see you even
if he was looking – which he probably isn't."

"Grady" Jack pleaded, and Matt enjoyed this scene of absolute submission.
He couldn't wait for Saturday!

Grady glanced at his wrist watch.  "Bus will be along soon.  Do it now,
Jack.  Remember you'll be with Matt Saturday, so don't make any enemies you
don't have to."

Hastily and in a panic, Jack unzipped his jeans, reached into his briefs,
and pulled it out.  It looked tiny.  Fear always did that to Jack.

Matt burst out laughing.  "That's all you've got?  Man, I've got more than
that and I'm just a freshman!"

"He's got more than that" Grady said with authority.  "It's all in the
presentation, right Jack?"

Jack just stood there, his fingers holding the opening wide so they could
see his dick.

Grady grew impatient.  "Drop `em, Jack.  Jeans and shorts.  Now!"

"What?  Here in public?  No, Grady, please!"

"Do it now, or no relief for you tonight and maybe not until Saturday.
Matt would love that, right Matt?"

Matt was totally in awe of all this.  It was hot beyond his wildest dreams.
His dick went instantly hard, and he could hardly breathe.

Jack turned and faced the back.  Slowly he dropped his stuff to his ankles.
Matt moved facing him and Grady came in beside him.

"It gets hard really quick, Matt, and when it is, it's hard as steel.
That's why he has to do what I say.  Without me there is no relief and he
goes hard and dripping all day long.  Right Jack?"

He reached over and took Jack's dick in his hard.  Jack let out a gasp, and
Matt did too as a sympathetic reaction.  Matt's balls started churning.
Saturday this would be his.  Saturday.  To do this stuff to Jack.  Matt's
nuts started aching, like blue balls.

Jack felt Grady's hand.  He was getting used to it now, and he got hard
right away.  Grady was developing a good stroking routine, and Jack was
responding automatically.  He hated himself for falling into Grady's
patters, but...it felt sooo good.  He gasped.

Matt was bug-eyed.  That thing had leaped up like a stallion.  He wanted to
touch it.

"Grady, can I give it a couple of strokes?"

"Not until Saturday.  Just think about how good it is going to feel."

Matt squeezed his dick through his jeans.  "Ahhh.  Damn!"  He was going to
have a hard time waiting.  Very hard.  Just like his dick was now.

In the distance they could hear the sound of the bus coming.  Jack
trembled.  "The bus's coming, Grady."

Grady's voice sounded cold and distant.  "Just a little more and then you
can pull them up.  But be ready to do it in a hurry.  I haven't punished
you for questioning my authority about dropping your jeans.  From now on,
when I tell you to do something, you do it and you do it right then."

He had picked up his strokes and Jack's dick was throbbing.  It was
slathered in its own precum and his balls had started to rise up.

"OK, now get dressed. The bus is almost here."  He and Matt rushed to the
curb, leaving Jack scrambling to get everything back up.  He turned as the
bus reached a stop.  He got on last, which allowed Matt to reach back and
cop a feel as they climbed aboard.

If Jack was not always so worried, he could have noticed this morning that
there was none of the catcalling or scoffing from yesterday.  In fact
several girls gave him looks of interest.  Some of the younger boys did
too, for they and seen the pics and knew now the size and heft of what Jack
packed down there.  But for Jack it was just a dash to the back to sit
beside Zack.

Zack grinned at him.  "I see you're still packing it down there today."

Jack blushed and shook his head. "Couldn't be helped.  It'll be down before
we get to school."

"You coming over this afternoon?"

Jack winced inwardly.  He'd try to explain his father to Zack Friday.
Until then he said "I'm sorry but some stuff has come up at home.  But I
have permission to come Friday afternoon.  That be ok?"

"Sure.  We'll just get off at my house and if they let me use the car I can
take you home afterwards."

Jack settled back, glad to have a friend beside him, and relaxed on the
ride to school.  He knew when he got there he'd need to use the boys'
bathroom to wipe out his briefs.  They were dripping with precum, courtesy
of Grady's stroking him before they got on.



As always, getting off the bus was a traffic jam.  Mr. Johnson put out his
hand as Jack was about to exit, pulling him aside.

"Was that really you in those pictures yesterday?"  He looked puzzled more
than offended.

"Just a bad day for me, that's all."  He tried to go but the hand still
delayed him.  By now the rest of the bus had pushed past and they were the
only two still there.

"I try to be a good driver, always looking ahead for what's down the road,"
he said.

Jack nodded, not sure what this was about.

"I saw what you were doing with yourself this morning.  You may think you
got your pants pulled up in time, but I saw what was going on.  Son, don't
you know you could get in a heap of trouble exposing yourself to those
younger boys who were there with you?"

Jack's face dropped.  "I wasn't...that wasn't me..."

"Son, I'm an old man and I've seen a lot in my time.  I think you're going
down a bad path.  You may think it's fun to do things like that now, but
the law takes a dim view on boys who grow up doing that stuff."

Jack's face was crimson.  He couldn't even think of a response.  He just
dashed off as fast as he could, but not before Mr. Johnson said "Take heed
what I'm telling you, son.  A good boy doesn't do that stuff."

Jack was almost in shock.  Things just kept going from bad to worse.

Zack was waiting.  "What did Mr. Johnson want?"

"I'll tell you later.  Maybe Friday we can really talk and not get
interrupted or stuff."

`Ok.  Let's go on in."

"I need to go the bathroom before first period."

Zack gave him a surprised look.  "Are you sure?  Remember yesterday-"

Jack threw up his hands.  He couldn't take any more.  He dove through a
gang of students, almost running into Grossman, one of the two who had
given him so much grief previously.  He held out one big arm and swept Jack
up against him.

"Where you off to in such a hurry?" he asked.

Jack just shook his head and went in the opposite direction.  Grossman came
after him and Jack could have escaped, but there was a gang of students
outside a locked classroom, waiting for their teacher.  They were blocking
the hall.  Grossman got him there.

"Jack, if you try to get away again, I swear to god I'll pull your pants
off you right here in the hall and shout for everybody to come take a look.
So talk to me."

"I need to go to the bathroom."

"Dude, what's wrong with you?  Didn't you have enough grief yesterday about
that?  Beside, Perkins is waiting for us down near the coach's office."

"Why?"

"Why?  Why do you think?  Don't you remember he said he would check you out
to make sure you weren't hard and weren't dripping.  He's waiting in the
training room annex.  Hurry up.  You don't want to be late for first
period."

Jack just gave up.  He went almost limp and let Grossman lead him there.
It was a small room with two chairs, a training table, and shelves with
supplies like towels and bandages.

Perkins greeted him warmly.  "Glad you're here, Jack."

"He tried to run away" Grossman explained.

"Oh Jack, that's not good.  Come on and let me check you out.  Can you drop
your jeans for me?"

Jack tried to back away, but Grossman was right behind him, and grabbed his
arms at the elbows, holding them back.

"Drop them for him, Perkins, and I'll make sure he stays still.  If you see
anything good, let me know so I can look too."

Jack decided this was getting to be a habit with them, pulling his clothes
down and checking him out.

Perkins' fingers worked expertly and Jack flinched as those fingers
massaged his shorts.

"Grossman, bad news."

"What, is he hard again?"

"No but he's wet.  Precum like you wouldn't believe."

"Damn!  It's like he's his own sex factory."

"I'll just slip them off, so we can keep them as evidence."

Jack groaned as he felt his shorts being pulled down and off.

"I'll check his dick too.  There's no point in letting him go out there if
he's still dripping.  I'll just squeeze the head, and...oh oh.  It's damp.
Still some precum in there."

"Do we want to work it out for him?  Think he'd like that?"

Perkins grinned at Jack as he answered Grossman.  "He hasn't said, but his
dick is certainly excited about something.  Let go of his arms and come
around here and see how Mr. Happy looks today."

Grossman let go.  Jack obviously wasn't going to run away. After all he was
naked from the waist down.  He just stood there, slowly getting hard, while
Grossman looked him over... carefully.

"Jack may not like all this attention, but Mr. Happy sure does."

"I need to get to class."

Perkins shook his head sadly.  "You wouldn't want to go in that shape,
would you?  We can dry you down, but those briefs are in no fit condition
to be put back on.  Who do you have first period?"

"Miss Fitzsimmons, American Lit."

Perkins grinned.  "Then problem solved.  She's a pushover.  I'll just go
tell her you soiled yourself and are running your clothes through the
dryer.  She'll excuse you with no problems."

Both guys stood beside him now, their hands on his shoulders.  Jack could
feel himself getting hard.

"But I want to go to class."

Grossman began to gently rub Jack's back.  "No you don't.  Nobody ever
really wants to go to class."

Perkins touched the tip of Jack's dick.  Jack let out a gasp and the thing
totally erected.  Grossman patted him on the butt.

"See, Jack?  We know you like us.  And we like you too."

Jack's eyes went out of focus for a second.  The feeling was so powerful.
He had never felt like this before.  It was like he was going to shoot off
without ever touching it.  In fact he felt a tingling and his bone began a
slight tremor.

As the tremor increased and there was real motion, Jack said "I don't know
what's about to happen, but I'm afraid I'm-"

And with that he shot a number of quick sprits of cum, each powerful and
each going a short distance before hitting the floor.  When it was over
Jack sat back on the table edge, his legs suddenly unsteady.

"I've never had that happen before."

Perkins draped an arm over his shoulder.  "Stick with us and you'll
experience more awesome things than that."  He gave the shoulder a squeeze.
Jack felt weak.

"I'll run by Miss Fitzsimmons and get you cleared for first period.  You
two stay here. Grossman, wipe him good down there with one of those rough
towels. You know the kind I mean."

Grossman grinned.  "I sure do."

"Jack, clean that mess off the floor and I'll get a towel for that damp
crotch of yours.  When you're dry, try to stop all this precum
business. The orgasm you had just now ought to keep you decent for awhile."

Jack grabbed a paper towel and got down on his hand and knees.  He realized
he had really cum a lot there.  In a way he was kind of proud of it.  Then
he felt a hand on his butt.

"Don't spend too much time admiring your handiwork.  I've got a nice thick
towel that ought to set you off real good."

Jack stood up and Grossman began toweling his crotch.  Jack gasped and
started a sort of dance trying to get away.

"It's too sensitive!  It's too rough!  I can't stand it!" Jack squealed.

"Calm down" he told him while he still massaged there, holding him in place
with one mighty arm wrapped around him.  "If you don't stay still I'll just
do it that much more.  We don't want to take any skin off, do we?"  He
couldn't stop laughing.

When Perkins got back, Jack was sitting on the table, his arms wrapped
around his knees.

"What's up with him?"

"Didn't like the toweling so much, Perkins."

"Well that's to be expected.  He'll toughen up the more we do it.  Jack, I
got things square away with her. She said you could be gone the whole
period if you wanted to.  She was very sympathetic."

Jack narrowed his eyes.  "Sympathetic to what?"

"To your condition."

"And what did you tell her my condition was?"

Perkins had a merry twinkle.  "I said you were a nervous guy who had
bathroom accidents in his pants all the time.  I said you had messed up
your pants pretty bad this time."

"Damn it, that's not true!"

"Well better than telling her you were soaked in your own precum when we
came across you.  And I didn't ask her if she had seen the picture of you
from yesterday."

"Can I get my clothes back now?"

"I'm keeping those briefs.  I think you'll do better without them at
school.  Besides they aren't dry yet.  But you can put on the rest.  Just
hang out here a little bit so she'll understand you had to be late."

"But I need my underwear."

"Not any more, not at school anyway. It'll teach you to keep your dick
soft."

"Really" Jack asked doubtfully.

"Yes, and we'll be checking you every day.  I told Mr. Sanders we'd do that
for you.  He seemed to appreciate it" Perkins grinned.

Jack just stared.  He couldn't believe it.

"We've got to get to class.  We didn't crap in our pants.  So long, Jack.
See you tomorrow."



At lunch Jack told Zack about Mr. Johnson thinking he was a sexual
exhibitionist.  Zack just grinned.

"Well you do get around."

Jack grinned back.  Zack always grounded him.  He felt better now...except
for the lack of underwear.  He had always been a somewhat modest person and
never went commando style.  Plus with all he had been through, his dick was
a little tender and it kept brushing up against the rough material of the
jeans.  At least he wasn't leaking; that was something to be thankful for.

Zack was looking at him with concern.

"Are you ok?  I know you said you'd explain tomorrow, but I've noticed how
different you seem lately."

Jack shifted suddenly.  His jeans had pressed against his dick's head and
it was painful.

"You ok, Jack?"

"Yeah, just got my junk caught.  And I'm ok.  Just wait till we're at your
house.  I'll have time enough then to spell it all out."

The bell rang ending lunch, and suddenly everybody was up and rushing to
turn in trays and put up trash.  In the confusion someone grabbed Jack's
dick in passing, but he didn't turn quick enough to see who it might have
been.  He realized that without underwear he was going to be an easier
target than before.

It seemed that every year there came a certain time when grabbing guys
between the legs suddenly got popular, but it never lasted more than a few
days, and it was mainly freshmen who would do that to each other.  It
surprised Jack that anyone would be doing it to him, a junior.  But then he
realized that picture of him may have inspired somebody to check him out
down there.

He pushed his way to his locker, and had it open when a younger boy,
probably a freshman, came up.

Looking up at him the boy asked, "Are you the one in the picture from
yesterday?"  He seemed sort of eager.  For a second Jack wondered if this
guy might be the one who grabbed his cock in the cafeteria.  If it was,
he'd like to give him a piece of his mind.

"Yes I am. Why?"  He tried to sound authoritative, but the kid suddenly
grinned.

"I was told to give you this" he said, and turned to hurry off, handing
Jack a small package neatly folded up.

Jack reached out a hand and grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Wait."  He opened the package.  It was his briefs folded tightly, and a
small note.  The note read "This comes off as you get to school, and
doesn't go on until you're going home."  There was no signature.

"Who gave you this?"

"I don't know.  It was a big guy, taller than you even.  When somebody that
big tells me to do something, I do it."

The kid hurried off, but not before Jack caught him muttering "not going to
let him hit me with that bone of his."  Jack sighed.  He was sure that
picture of him would never go away.



After school, Zack got on the bus with him, and both boys had decided not
to even look at the driver.  Mr. Johnson frowned at them, and wondered if
Zack was as much of an exhibitionist as Jack.  "Two of a kind" he muttered
to himself, as he got the bus in gear.

As Jack went down the aisle, the eyes of one very young freshman were glued
to his crotch.  Grover Smith wanted more than anything else to be able to
see that thing Jack had.  His friend had sent him an email the night before
with the incriminating picture of Jack in it.  Grover had never seen
anything so wonderful in his whole life.  He had hardly slept that night,
and his penis was sore the next morning.  Now with Jack passing by, Grover
wished more than anything else that he could see it for real, see it close
up, touch it, maybe handle it, maybe do all sorts of things to it.  Maybe
even...  He shook all over, so much so that the boy next to him became
concerned.  Grover reassured him that it was just a chill.  But Grover did
yearn.  He would do anything, if only he could...

Grady, Matt and Jack got off together, while Zack went on to the next stop.
Jack hoped Matt wouldn't come in with Grady, but his hopes were dashed as
Matt climbed the stairs with them to Grady's room.

"Hey, Jack, can I take another good look at that thing of yours?  You were
in such a hurry to get dressed I didn't get a good enough view."

Jack didn't reply, but turned to Grady: "Did you know Mr. Johnson saw me?
He pulled me aside and called me an exhibitionist."

Grady seemed unconcerned.  "I think if you hadn't dawdled about stripping
down, you would have had time to pull everything back up."

Matt considered that an awesome answer, bursting out in laughter.  He was
getting increasingly horned around Jack now.

Jack kept his cool.  "If he tells the school and they call dad..."

Grady sighed and shrugged his shoulders.  "If it's that big an issue with
you, Jack, then maybe you should drop your pants the minute we get to the
bus stop.  That'll give Matt enough time to see that thing of yours and you
can still pull them up before we hear the bus's horn."

"What do you mean?"  Jack had lost his composure now.  Grady's lack of
sympathy was getting to him.

"Well...Matt enjoyed that so much this morning, that we talked it over and
decided that was a nice way to start out the school day.  Plus it's
something to keep us entertained while we wait for the bus."

"YES!" Matt shouted.  "And we can have a lot of fun!  Dex has been giving
me ideas, and I can show you things you wouldn't believe!"

Jack knew Matt's marine corps brother was apparently a sexual enthusiast,
based on things he had heard at school.

"That's not going to happen," Jack said.  It was time to take a stand.
"Grady you agreed nothing like that would be done in public."

Grady sighed.  "That's not in public, Jack.  It's a school bus stop on a
street that's pretty deserted at that hour of the morning.  Plus you have
your back to the street.  Now if I said walk from here to the corner in the
nude, that would be doing something entirely different."

"Oh boy, can we make him do that?" Matt gasped.

"I'm out of here" Jack said and left the room.  He was so angry he had to
get away and let off steam.  It was hard to do anything with Grady when
Matt was around, but he'd have better luck tonight when they would be
together in his room.

Ever since puberty set in, when he was frustrated or angry, the one thing
that would settle him down was to jack off.  He stormed down the stairs and
out the back door.  In the back yard he took deep lungs full of breath
until his heart stopped racing.

He had stayed in good shape ever since football season, and he thought
about taking a good long run.  But the longer he stood there, the more he
began to get angry all over again.  He realized Grady would be irked that
he had argued and walked out on him.  Maybe he wouldn't come in his room
tonight to give him relief.  He had already told him that if he was
disrespected or disobeyed, that would be one of the punishments.  The whole
thing started to give Jack a bone.

Up in his own room, Grady was biding his time.  Matt, already excited about
the prospect of more dick inspections at the bus stop, could hardly contain
himself.  Grady smiled inwardly.  He knew that under it all, Matt was
attracted to Jack.  Maybe Matt didn't realize it yet, but Grady did.  He
saw the bulge starting while Matt's fingers idly did a rat-tat-tat on the
side of the chair.

"Do you think he'll come back soon?"  Matt was eager.  Grady knew that in
the long run, that would play into his own hands.  He might end up
controlling Matt as much as Jack.  That pleased him a lot.

"No.  I know him too well.  When he's frustrated, he jacks off.  That's
what he's getting ready to do now."

Matt's eyes flashed an eager signal.  "Will he come back and do it in the
bathroom like he used to?"

"No, not any more.  He's learned better now."  He paused, making Matt wait
for more information.  Matt's bulge grew.  "He'll go to dad's storage shed
out back.  I used to catch him there when he first started jacking."

"Can we catch him at it?"  Even Matt had to realize he was at full mast
now, but he was so carried away he wasn't conscious of anything but what
they might catch Jack at, what he could get to see close up.

"Yep, we'll catch him and we've have a little fun.  Just be patient."
After a moment he added, "Another thing I've learned from watching Jack.
If he's tensed up, he gets hard instantly.  That's why his bone could jump
so much at the bus stop this morning.  And I bet anything that if he gets
scared enough, he'll shoot on the spot without touching it."

Matt nodded.  His head buzzed with the images of Jack and what they might
see.  And how Saturday Grady had promised he could have him all day.

Both boys sat there, their minds on the project at hand.

Finally Grady grabbed an old jump rope and said "Let's go.  Just keep
quiet."

That was how they caught him in the shed, pants and briefs at his ankles,
shirt pushed up, whacking away as he sat on the work bench.  Matt thought
he would shoot off at the sight.

"Ok, Jack.  You can stop now."

Jack jerked up in surprise.  There was nothing to say.  He watched his
younger brother suspiciously.

"Hand me your clothes, and then just stand there for a minute, hands behind
your back."  He took the rope and tied elaborate knots around Jack's
wrists, while Matt stood in front, eyes bugged out in pleasure.

Jack knew there was nothing he could do.  But it griped him the way Matt
seemed to be getting such an eye full, enjoying every minute.  Plus his
dick was swelling from the attention.  It even bobbed as a drop of precum
dripped from the head.  It made a damp spot on the floor.  Matt watched it
fall, and unconsciously licked his lips.

"I'm taking your clothes back in the house, Jack.  I'll leave the shed door
open so anybody passing by can see what you look like.  Think that'll be
punishment enough for breaking the rules?"

After Grady left, the two boys looked at each other.  Slowly Matt took out
his cell and carefully snapped a picture of Jack.  Then he typed a text and
sent it along with the pic.

"Who are you sending that to?"  Jack asked.  He wanted to beat the shit out
of Matt, but he knew he'd obviously have to postpone that.

"Just a guy in our class.  He rides the bus with us.  In fact he lives
halfway between our bus stop and the next one.  I just been thinking maybe
we could ask him if he wanted to start walking down to our stop and catch
it from here."

Jack flushed red.  He was so mad he could hardly get his breath.

"You've got no business doing anything in my life, understand?"

Matt just grinned, and then thumped Jack's dick.  He winced as it
bounced. Dripping again.  Matt watched it swing.  He reached out again, and
Jack kicked at him.  With his hands tied behind him, it was a balancing
act, but he managed to get Matt in the bulge.

"Getting hard, eh, Matt?  Sex with guys turns you on, right?"

Matt doubled over and before he could come up swinging, a voice in the
doorway asked, "Hey Matt.  Can I come in?"

Grover Smith stood in the doorway, eyes as big as saucers.  His dreams had
come true!

Grady appeared behind him, red faced, asking, "What's Grover doing here?"

"I sent him a pic and a text.  He practically spasms over that school pic
of Jack.  Time he got to see the real thing."

Grady faced Matt.  "You are out of line.  The next time you try any
independent thinking, we are finished.  Got that?"  Then turning to Grover
he said, "Welcome.  I need to read the riot act to Matt, so why don't you
get a good look at Jack while I take care of business."  Then to Jack he
said, "Legs wider apart.  Spread them.  Let Grover be able to see the whole
works."  Then to Grover, "Take your time.  Make sure he stands straight.
Touch anything you like, play with anything.  Feel that smooth butt of his,
feel those big balls, and stroke that hot pole – just don't make him
cum.  I've got a plan where you can see him fire that thing off without him
ever touching it."

Grover's heart pounded, he was close to hyperventilating, and almost
fainted as he got close.  Taking out a pair of glasses from his pocket, he
put them on and began inspecting Jack's balls.  He touched them and Jack
vibrated.

"Getting sort of furry like your legs.  They feel hot.  Let me rub that
butt of yours.  It's so smooth.  I really like your butt, Jack."

Jack closed his eyes and tried to think of anything to take him away from
this.  Suddenly he felt something damp back there.

"Did you just kiss my butt?"

"No" Grover said honestly, "I licked my fingers and rubbed them on it.  It
was kind of fun.  Smooth like a baby's butt."

Jack felt his fingers roaming all over down there, coming through between
his legs and grasping his erection from behind.

"Nice," Grover said, breathing hard.  "Nice."

Then Matt and Grady were back.  Jack noticed with pleasure that Matt looked
thoroughly chastened.

"Here's what we'll do, Jack.  Your clothes are locked in the house, up in
your room.  I'll take off the rope now since you won't want to run down the
street that way, and you can't get back in until I let you."

He could visibly see Jack's anxiety as his erection began to give the
occasional bounce.  Smiling, he continued, "We'll go inside, all but you
and Grover.  You can stand on the top step outside the kitchen door.  If
your erection goes down, you can come in.  If you shoot off without
touching yourself, you can come in.  Grover will be like your jailer,
making sure you follow the rules.  But if nothing happens, dad will come
home and find you standing there naked...and hard.  If you try to run and
hide in the shed, dad will ask where you are and I will say you are
masturbating naked in the shed.  Do you understand the rules, Jack?"

Jack gritted his teeth and nodded.  At least Matt wasn't laughing at him
any more.

After the two had gone in, Grover looked up at him.  "This is kind of fun,
isn't it."

Jack shook his head.

Grover sighed.  "Well I think it is anyway."

A few minutes later Grady called out, "Dad's coming down the street in his
truck!"

Jack gasped and felt like his erection was about to explode.

"Hurry, Jack, hurry!"  Grady sounded almost gleeful.  "He's almost here!"

                            End of Part 3.

              Part 4 will pick up right at this point.
        Comments and feedback are always appreciated. - Trent