Date: Mon, 28 May 2012 12:42:20 -0400
From: Jase Jason <jase-jason@hotmail.com>
Subject: Christian's Induction V  -  Part One.

CHRISTIAN'S INDUCTION V  -  Part One.


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Part One.


It was with an overwhelming sense of relief that the final day of Chris's
senior year of high school dawned. The previous couple of weeks had not
been a pleasant time for him and his isolation from the other students had
continued. It would have been untruthful on his part if he had expected
otherwise as he knew full well the stigma that attached to students who
were "outted", either voluntarily or otherwise. He understood that this
emanated from the others' desire not to be similarly branded as gay and
thus bore the exclusion with equanimity. Since he had only a few weeks to
go until graduation he was able to view the situation from afar as it were,
and he even found the behavior of the other students quite amusing. This
particularly applied to guys who had for some time enjoyed his sexual
favors, e.g. Mark Nesbit; they made strenuous efforts to avoid him.

The bullying, however, had ceased as soon as word spread that he was not
about to take it lying down. The situation of the junior who had called
Chris a faggot to his face and who Chris had subsequently beaten the shit
out of was even worse if that were possible. He would carry that ignominy
forever. Chris thought it was hilarious. Randy continued his relationship
with Chris as if nothing had happened and no one was prepared to question
his sexuality because of it. Even the most loud-mouthed of the jocks
avoided any confrontation with him.

Travis, who had made it clear to Chris that he was gay soon after Chris had
been outted, was no exception either. Chris understood his situation and
bore him no ill-will; he had his entire senior year ahead of him. If Chris
had considered him boy-friend material, however, that notion was soon
dispelled. The two of them did on occasion hook up on the down low but
Chris soon realized that Travis had merely sensed Chris's outting as an
opportunity to get the occasional blowjob. He had reciprocated on two
occasions by jerking Chris off but that was as far as it went.

Fortunately the news of Chris's outting did not filter back to his
parents. His occasional dating of Sandy Bishop helped in this regard. She
obviously had a bit of a thing for Chris but let matters be. Matt too did
not let on to them in any way although whenever he wanted a favor of Chris
(chores, etc), he implied that if Chris did not agree he always had the
option of putting the rents in the picture. It was not seriously meant
though and Chris usually complied anyway.

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At the time Nate and Randy had scared the shit out of Casey and retrieved
the incriminating pictures of Chris from him, they had both individually
made it clear to Chris that "he owed them one". Chris would have expected
nothing less and soon after the Summer vacation months commenced, payback
time had clearly arrived when Randy called him and informed him that Nate
had issued an invitation to them to spend an evening at his cottage. Nate
had apparently scored some prime weed and Randy, as was his wont, was able
to lay his hands on a supply of beer. Randy enquired of Chris whether he
would be able to source condoms.

Like Chris himself, Randy and Nate were clad only in PT shorts, tee shirts
and sandals.  It was perfect Summer weather. They settled back on the sofa
and the two easy chairs, Randy making sure that with Nate's beady eyes on
him, he did not put his feet on the furniture. Nate stretched out with
relief after a day's hard work, legs apart and making no effort to conceal
his package, while they passed from one to the other a joint and swigged
their beers.

"Jesus, what a fuckin day." Nate remarked. "There's gotta be an easier way
to make a few bucks. My feet are killin me." Randy smiled to himself as he
was well aware that Nate had a portfolio of older guys from whom he
extracted dough by one means or another.

"Chris dude, why don't you give ole Nate some relief?  I'm pretty sure a
foot massage would go down well."

Chris moved over to where Nate was sitting and settled himself at Nate's
feet.  He removed Nate's sandals and proceeded to massage his feet one at a
time. Nate sighed contentedly and Chris, whose head was starting to spin
from the weed, found that massaging Nate's feet was kinda intoxicating and
that he was unexpectedly becoming aroused. He lifted Nate's feet one at a
time and slowly licked under and between his toes. Randy meanwhile moved
over to the sofa and settled himself next to Nate. Chris saw through his
flimsy shorts that he was boned and that he was slowly fondling
himself. While Chris held each of Nate's feet in one hand, Randy took his
other hand and placed it on his distended crotch. He felt Randy's throbbing
dick and had this overwhelming desire to slip it out from his shorts and
take it in his mouth. He moved up from Nate's feet and slipped Nate's
shorts down so that the waistband was under his balls; meanwhile Randy had
done the same and Chris now had in each hand one of their dicks. He moved
from one to the other, sucking on their leaking dicks in turn and tasting
their sticky precum. Nate and Randy were both clearly close to shooting
their loads and in turn they forced Chris's head down on their dicks as
they shot copious loads into his mouth, which he dutifully swallowed.

"Fuckin awesome." said Randy to no-one in particular.

Nate and Randy rested on the sofa after their exertions while Chris flopped
back on the carpet. They had lit another joint which they passed
around. Randy said: "Chris dude. How about you go get us another beer? They
should be real cold by now."  Chris did as he was bid and the three of them
lay back and relaxed.

It wasn't too long before Nate remarked: "Christ, this weed is fuckin
beyond good. My dick refuses to rest."  Turning to Randy he said: "Wanna go
through to the bedroom dude? I think Chris deserves some real action."
Randy replied: "Hell yeah man.  Whatever."

Nate got up and lifted Chris to his feet by the scruff of his collar.
"Come on babe, you gotta earn your keep."  In Nate's bedroom they all
stripped and Chris was instructed to get on the bed on all fours. Nate
informed Randy: "Take it from me dude, this is the only position for a spit
roast."  Nate was already rock hard and, having had Chris roll a condom on
his dick, pushed Chris's legs apart with his knees and slowly entered
him. Chris, gritting his teeth, took Nate's dick without complaint and soon
it was inserted up to the hilt in his ass. Nate started to pound away and
told Randy to move ass and facefuck the boy. Randy grabbed Chris's hair
with one hand and lifted his head: "Open up bitch." he instructed Chris. "I
got somethin here for you to chew on." With that he forced his dick into
Chris's mouth, slowly forcing it in as far as it would go. Chris was
spluttering and choking but eventually was able to relax his throat muscles
and master his gag reflex, allowing Randy full access to his throat. Nate
informed Randy to tell him when he was close so that they could enjoy a
joint orgasm and Chris found himself being rammed from both ends as the
other two unloaded.  Chris collapsed on the bed as Nate and Randy withdrew
their dicks and as they walked to the bathroom to clean up, Nate instructed
Chris to fetch another round of beers.

The three of them went back to the living room where they relaxed, while
sharing another joint and further beers. Randy instructed Chris to get
between his legs and to suckle his semi-hard dick and it wasn't long before
Nate told Chris to move over to him, get between his legs and to suck on
and lick his balls and softened cock.

Chris was subjected to another fucking thereafter, but this time the other
two traded places. Nate fucked him less forcefully than Nate had, but Nate
for his part subjected his mouth and throat to a brutal fucking which he
would not forget for a long time to come.

At about 11.30 Nate and Randy were completely sated and told Chris he could
go. Chris had used his own car and was soon at home. He slunk up to his
room and collapsed on his bed in a semi daze.  The realization dawned on
him however that he had that night been forced into lower depths of
submission than ever before, but also that he had now developed an aching
need to submit to even further levels of depredation and abuse.  He was
surprised to find that he became erect at the thought of it and wondered
whether he might soon once again be forced into a state of subjugation by
Nate and Randy, or, who knew, perhaps by some other guys. He slept with his
mind in a state of turmoil that night.

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Chris found that he was irresistibly drawn to visiting the video games
arcade and the skatepark as he had before. The young boys who frequented
those places had a powerful attraction for him and he enjoyed sitting there
with a soda scoping them out. A few of them seemed to sense that they were
being watched and would make little effort to hide their interest. Whenever
they passed him on the way to the restroom they would give him knowing
looks and as they entered the facility would look back to see his
reaction. Chris knew that this behavior meant only one thing, namely, that
they were more than willing to have their cocks sucked.

One afternoon at the skatepark he was sitting on the grass looking on to
see if he knew any of the kids who were all doing their best to outdo the
others. Suddenly from behind he heard a young voice exclaim "Hiya dude!"
and felt his cap being pushed forward over his face. He looked around and
saw the smiling face of Teddy, Casey's younger bro. He was accompanied by
his best bud Anthony, who also was all smiles.

"Hiya guys". he responded. "How ya doin?"  He looked them over and his
previous estimate of them was confirmed; they definitely were junior high
properties of the highest order. "Long time no see."

"Ain't that the truth." said Teddy. "But whose fault is that? Certainly not
ours. Right?"  He and Anthony flopped down beside Chris on the grass.

"I guess so." replied Chris lamely. "I'm sure you heard what happened with
Casey though. That kinda put a damper on things."

"Well dude," continued Teddy "what Casey does is his own business. It don't
concern us. Right Ant?" Anthony nodded his agreement.

Teddy continued: "Chris I figure you would pretty much like to meet up with
us again like before. Am I right?"

Chris knew he was hooked and just nodded.

"Well where's the problem?" asked Teddy. "Me and Ant been thinkin a lot
about how you did us in the restroom behind the stand at our school playing
field and a repeat would definitely be good. I still got the key Pauly gave
me; I knew it would come in handy again sometime."

They had no sooner confirmed each other's cell phone numbers when someone
appeared before them seemingly out of nowhere.  It was Casey and Chris
inwardly groaned. He knew that he should never have renewed his
acquaintance with Teddy and Anthony. It was asking for trouble.

"Well! Well! Well!" said Casey. "What have we here then? A high school grad
putting the make on two junior high boys maybe, huh?"

Teddy chimed in.  "It weren't nuthin like that bro. Really. We were just
chattin."

"Shut up you little punk!"  Casey grabbed the piece of paper with Chris's
cell number written on it out of Teddy's hand and said to the two younger
kids: "Scram! Both of you. Me and queerboy here got some unfinished
business to discuss." Teddy and Anthony slunk away without looking back.

"So, queerboy, did you really think you would get away with that shit you
pulled on me? Huh?  Luckily for you the only guys at school who know about
it are your butt buddy Randy and my bud Mark. We swim team guys got each
others' backs boy, so I can depend on Mark to keep his trap shut. He's told
me all about you dude; how you would eat shit if he told you to. He advised
me to bide my time and it seems he was right. Caught you right in the act,
didn't I?" Casey laughed. "Maybe I don't got the pics no more but I still
got you by the balls asshole. We are basically right back where we started,
ain't we?"

Casey continued: "Well, the good news for you is that I don't intend to
report you to the rents or the cops. But that depends on you. That's where
the bad news comes in. You gonna be at my beck and call mister. If I say
jump, you ask how high. That's he way it's gonna be from now on. Do I make
myself quite clear queerboy?"

Chris knew he was completely at Casey's mercy once again and merely nodded
yeah.

Casey went on: "Good. I'm glad we understand each other. I think we should
maybe seal the deal. Let's go up to the restroom."

When they entered the restroom Casey pushed Chris into one of the cubicles
and then down on to the piss strewn toilet seat. He unzipped his jeans and
took out his cock which he pushed against Chris's mouth.

"Open up asshole." he instructed Chris and shoved his dick into his
mouth. "Get it hard and get me off." Chris soon had Casey's cock rock hard
in his mouth and went to work on it with gusto. He wanted to get it over
with as soon as possible. It took but five minutes before Casey blew his
load into Chris's mouth. "Swallow it down bitch." he exhorted the panting
Chris. He withdrew his dick from Chris's mouth, squeezed the last drops of
his cum on to his finger and rubbed his finger over Chris's lips. "OK
asshole, consider the deal sealed." he smirked.

As they exited the restroom Casey informed Chris he required a ride
home. Before he exited the car, he said: "One more thing asshole. My lil
bro is part of this arrangement. Whatever he wants from you, no matter
what, you do it. If Teddy has a problem with you, he'll report it to me."

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Chris drove home in a completely deflated state of mind, not understanding
how he had managed to get himself into this new predicament.


To be continued....