Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2011 05:18:05 -0400
From: Jase Jason <jase-jason@hotmail.com>
Subject: Christian's Induction III  -  Part Twenty Four

CHRISTIAN'S INDUCTION III

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Part Twenty Four.


During the course of the following week, Pauly became increasingly curious
as to what measures Andy intended to take regarding the chores that were
soon going to come down on him. Eventually he could no longer contain his
curiosity and sarcastically asked Andy whether he intended to employ a
housemaid.

Andy replied: "Well, Pauly, maybe you could in fact categorize it that
way. I happened to mention what was going down to Chris and he kindly
offered to assist me on Friday afternoons. It just so happens that he is
free then, like me, and I suppose you could really just call it a lucky
coincidence. He is an ultra-neat type of guy and I'm sure he will keep my
room spic and span in exactly the same way I do myself."

Pauly was lost for words for a moment and then said: "Dude, if you expect
me to believe that cock and bull story, you must be dreaming. You
threatened him with exposure of those pics I took of the two of you, didn't
you?"

"Well, not directly, no. Although that might have had a role in his
thinking when he agreed to do my shit. Look, dude, he gets off on doin
stuff for guys like me, so in a way I'm helpin him too."

Pauly just shook his head in disbelief and said: "You know Andy, you really
take the cake."

"Anyway, Pauly, it's not as if I didn't have you guys in mind when I
discussed this with Chris. After he had committed himself to help me, I
told him that part of his duties would be to clean and scrub down the tub,
shower cubicle and toilet. Floors too.  So we all benefit right?"

"If you say say so Andy." said Pauly, liking the idea more and more.

When he went back to his room, Pauly gave the matter some more thought. He
had to hand it to Andy; he really had a manipulative and conniving mind
which served him well. If Pauly were truthful with himself, he knew that he
himself should have thought of using Chris as Andy had. It was too late
now, he thought. He had allied himself with George and that unfortunately
precluded him from jumping on the bandwagon. He consoled himself with the
thought that there was no way Andy would sit in his room all afternoon
supervising Chris and this might allow him the opportunity of getting Chris
to suck him off in between. Perhaps he might also barge into the toilet
needing an urgent piss while Chris was cleaning up in there and who
knows........after last Saturday night, he was convinced that Chris was
thirsting for some boy piss. He smiled to himself when he thought back to
Tom's reaction to the scene he had witnessed. Tom was a horny little
bastard and with a little coaching Pauly thought that Tom might come down
hard on any fags that came his way. Just the way it should be too, he
figured.

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On the Wednesday afternoon after swim practice, Andy told Mark about his
success in coercing Chris into agreeing to perform his chores and once
again thanked him for his advice. He told Mark he had applied just as much
pressure as was needed to get Chris to cave. Mark said it was his pleasure
to assist a fellow jock and inwardly he congratulated himself on the
outcome. He all along had considered it a real pity that Chris had been let
off the hook as it were. He considered it Chris's place to be in a
servant-like role and it was only fitting that he should now revert to that
lowly status. He resolved to do all he could to ensure that Andy kept up
the pressure on the fag.

Andy had spoken with Chris on the ride to school that morning and told him
that they should get together after swim practice that afternoon to discuss
Friday. He suggested that Chris pick him up at the school at four. Andy,
for a change, was dead on time and hopped into the car without a word.

When they entered Andy's bedroom Chris couldn't believe what a mess it was
in. Jesus, he thought, how does the guy live like this?

Andy informed Chris that his old girl had started work that week, hence the
fact that his room was a little untidy.

"It sure does look like you could use some help around here." Chris
informed him.

Andy replied: "Yea, well, that's where you are supposed to come in dude."

Andy proceeded to show Chris where he kept all his clothes and stuff; he
had the one cupboard and Chris suggested that his jackets, etc, be hung on
the one side, and his shirts, jeans and other trousers on the other. There
were obviously not enough clothes hangers so Chris said he would bring some
along on Friday. "That cool?" he asked and Andy replied "Yea, whatever,
dude." Chris had a spare shoe rack at home and decided he would bring that
along too. In addition to the cupboard there was a chest of drawers which
seemed to have no plan of arrangement. That was probably due to the fact
that there was not much in the way of clean clothes; most of Andy's stuff
was unwashed and scattered around the room, on his easy chair and even on
the floor.

"I'll leave it to you to decide which drawer to put stuff in." Andy
informed Chris. "Like tee shirts, jocks and boxers, briefs, socks, and so
on."

"You know Andy one afternoon a week ain't gonna be enough to keep this
place in proper order. I ain't callin you a slob or anything but a lot of
stuff happens over a week. You think you can get Pauly or George to unlock
the place for me on say a Tuesday? Then I can come around and keep it
hands-on as it were."

"Sure, dude, I really would like to make this as hassle-free as possible
for you, but what needs to be done needs to be done, right?" Andy was
pretty sure he could get Pauly to agree; it wouldn't escape Pauly's notice
that he would have Chris to himself on that day.

Chris started to gather together all the unwashed clothing and asked Andy
whether they had time to do a laundry run.

"Shouldn't be a problem dude." replied Andy. "The folks only get home at
six." Chris accordingly proceeded to sort out the laundry and felt himself
getting an unexplained hardon when he handled the young dude's smelly
socks, jocks and briefs. They bore cum- and piss stains and he inhaled the
sweaty musky teen boy odor. Chris figured that sports-playing studs like
Andy had a lot on their plates and rationalized that Andy deserved all the
help he could give him. The idea of serving Andy appealed to him more and
more.

While Chris was busy with the laundry run, Pauly arrived home and Andy
immediately tackled him about the Tuesday suggestion. Pauly of course made
a big deal out of it but in the end agreed to help. He could see that it
might have benefits for him; ever since last Saturday he had been figuring
out ways to cement his relationship with Chris. He was keen on ingratiating
himself with some of the rich kids at school of whom Tom was one. He also
hadn't forgotten about Will, who had seemed to have a major interest in
using Chris. Things were maybe looking up.

On the way home, Chris reflected on the poor state of Andy's wardrobe and
decided that he would agree to give him the extra ten bucks per week which
Andy had been pushing him hard for.

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At school the next day Pauly and Tom sat together in the cafeteria to
discuss the upcoming Saturday evening. Some little fag who had his eye on
Pauly asked if he could sit at their table but they shooed him away.

Pauly advised Tom: "It don't pay to let fags get too familiar with you, but
one should always let them feel that maybe they have a chance with you. You
never know when they may come in handy in some way." He laughed and added:
"Of course, there are also occasions when a down-low blowjob can he had."

Pauly continued: "About Saturday night. I dunno how you feel about it but a
planned quickie in the parking lot seems like a bit of a waste of time. The
problem is to have somewhere to go. Unfortunately it won't be possible at
my place."

Tom thought about it and then said: "Well, it so happens my folks are going
to some asshole birthday party and they never get home before midnight. And
they usually leave at about eight. Maybe we could use my room."

Pauly knew that Tom didn't have siblings. "Sounds perfect in that case."

"Let's check it out after school. See what you think, ok?"

"Cool." replied Pauly.

Tom lived quite close to the junior high and he and Pauly legged it to his
house after school. It was situated in one of those small upmarket areas
hidden away in a middle-class suburb. It reminded Pauly of Will's place
except that the back garden wasn't as extensive and there was no swimming
pool. No-one was at home; Tom explained that his mom was involved in
charity stuff during the day. They went up a staircase and then along a
hallway towards the back of the house. It turned out that Tom's bedroom was
of a nice size with plenty of room apart from the usual bedroom stuff.
Besides his computer, TV and stereo system he had a couple of stuffed easy
chairs and an occasional table. Off to one side was a private bathroom and
toilet.

"Very nice dude!" enthused Pauly.

"Thanks man." replied Tom. "But we will have to lug drinks and stuff up
from downstairs."

"Hell, Tom, that ain't no problem. We will have Chris here remember."

They sat down to discuss matters further. Pauly continued: "Tell me to shut
the fuck up if I gross you out, OK?"

Tom smiled and said "Let's hear it."

"Ever piss on a dude Tom?"

Tom's smile grew a little wider. "Well, I gotta pass there. But I'm kinda
interested."

"Well, I had this idea that maybe as a kinda initiation ceremony for Chris
we could piss on him. I figure if he don't baulk at the idea, and I don't
think he will, we would have him pretty much where we want him. He's a
submissive pussy, dude, and I figure that if he accepts that kinda
treatment, he will do whatever we want."

Tom responded: "MMMM. Two junior high kids bossing a high school
senior. Sounds fucking sweet."

Pauly undertook to chat with Chris about sourcing beer and some weed and
they decided once that little matter was settled everything would be in
place for a way out party.

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Pauly duly called Chris and explained what they had in mind for Saturday
night, apart from the golden shower bit of course. He then asked him if he
thought he could charm Tonio into supplying them with some booze and
weed. Chris said: "Tell you what, why don't I pick you up tonite at say 8pm
and we can go down to the Arcade and check whether Tonio is there."

At 8pm that evening Chris pulled up outside Pauly's house and both he and
Tom were waiting. They piled into the car and left for the Arcade.

When Tom saw three or four guys hanging around the entrance looking tough
he asked Chris whether he was sure it was safe. "Just follow me guys."
Chris told them.

They entered the place and three or four of the habitues greeted Chris, two
of them grabbing their crotches suggestively and laughing their asses
off. They walked towards the back and luckily found Tonio.

"Hola, Chris." Tonio greeted, looking him up and down. "What brings you
here. Seems like you got company, no need to come lookin for any here huh?"

Chris said: "Hi Tonio. How goes it?  You remember Andy and Joey right?
Well, this here is Andy's bro Pauly and his friend Tom." Tonio gave them
the once over.

"So?" asked Tonio.

"Well, it's like this dude. These guys are planning to have a lil party on
Saturday and were wondering if you could source some beer for them. Also,"
shielding his mouth with his hand, "some weed."

"Excuse me Chris, but these dudes (no offence, mind) look as if they are
seniors in kindergarten."

Pauly and Tom were by now looking exceedingly uncomfortable. However, Pauly
piped up: "Tonio, believe me, there's no problem here. We just wanna have a
lil fun. And you can conclude the deal with Chris."

Tonio had to smile. Fuck! he thought, they get younger and younger. He
turned to Chris: "OK, what you want?"

"Just a case of beer and a bag of weed." replied Chris, looking over to
Pauly who nodded his agreement.

"OK be here at three on Saturday," Tonio informed Chris, "and come alone
hear? No babes in the wood."

When they exited the Arcade there were a few low whistles and one young kid
sidled up to Chris and asked him if they could get together some
time. Chris asked him his name and for his cell number.

On the way back Tom said: "Jesus, I was wondering if we would ever get out
of there alive!"

Pauly just laughed.