Date: Tue, 22 Dec 2015 05:55:37 +0000 From: Mike anderson <knotai94@hotmail.com> Subject: Site 94 Chapter 1 Site 94 -- Chapter 1 A sci-fi story about a teen who just may save the world. Mostly mm encounters, but the guys are straight -- so indulge me some poetic license :) This story is a work of fiction. You should be of age to read it, there are some adult encounters :). Support nifty, if you like the site. Now: Tyler slowly felt sleep leave him. He tried to roll over, but something prevented him. He moved his hand ... well tried to move his hand. He was suddenly wide awake. He was lying on a mattress, his arms were stretched behind his head. He felt some type of bracelet on each wrist; some type of cuffs and they were tied to the something. He tried to look around, but it was almost pitch black. The headboard, he thought. He next tried to move his legs. They were tied as well. He accessed his circumstance. He was lying in a comfortable in a pitch black room. He was wearing what felt like a long sleeve running shirt and track pants. He closed his eyes. His pulse started to race...but not in fear.He had butterflies in his stomach, in anticipation what was to come -- whatever it was. He knew he wouldn't be hurt. At least not a lot. He wasn't exactly scared ... He knew what this meant -- and it was a good thing. Or so he hoped. He sensed the room lighten, and he opened his eyes. A warm yellow light filled the room now. It reminded him of a posh hotel. Moments later the door opened. Tyler recognized the black face of Rick. Rick had played defense on Tarpen West's football team. He had been a Woodchuck. They had known each other in middle school but then had gone on to different high schools. Once they had been cross town rivals, but now ... Rick was wearing an outfit similar to his. As we walked up, Tyler heard the legs of his pants swish together. The shirt was form fit, but not tight. "Rick -- what's up?" Rick didn't say a word; he looked fairly nervous. Tyler thought he saw beads of sweat glisten along his dark black smooth scalp. He walked over and sat on the bed next to Tyler. "Don't say a word and don't move," Rick whispered quietly to Tyler as he grabbed hold of Tyler's short dirty blond hair with his right hand. Tyler was suddenly off kilter a bit - what was this about? **Snap** A sound of a sharp metallic release caused Tyler to jerk. Suddenly Rick brought up his left hand holding a switch blade dagger. The yellow light gleamed off the razor sharp edge. Rick lowered the blade to Tyler's throat and the butterflies in his stomach turned to sour milk. ... Six months earlier... As soon as the ball left his hand, Tyler knew it was good. He watched as the leatherskin sailed towards the end zone and into his wide receiver's hands. He saw Rick Callen throw his hand up to block, but to no avail. Andy, the receiver, snagged the ball to his chest and ran the last three yards into the endzone. As the refs hoisted this hands signaling the score, the horn sounded ending the game. The scored ticked up six points to 13, passing the Woodchuck''s 10... and Tyler and his team went wild. It was the best birthday present ever -- unless his parents had a nice Mustang waiting for him at home. A new 16 year could always dream! He looked over into the stands and saw Jennifer screaming her head off. Tyler couldn't stop his grin, not only for winning the Tarpen City Championship game, but because Jen's whispered words came back to him in a flash, "I've always wanted to get scored on by the champion quarterback." After the celebratory party, he knew he'd be enjoying some one on one time with his girl. The team had rooms at a local hotel and each of the players were given their own room. The official reason was that the stars needed their privacy to rest up. But everyone knew the score. The sheriff and the hotel manager were both Tarpen East High alums, and so long as no damage was done, no one left the property and nothing stronger than beer (a six pack each) was to be had...they'd be left alone. As Tyler walked off the field, he didn't notice that Jennifer was not alone in watching him... Now ... The blade began to cut. Rick inserted the blade slowly into the collar of Tyler's shirt and began sawing back and forth at the seem. Soon he had separated the long sleeve UA workout shirt from its collar. Tyler remained perfectly still. Rick never even touch his skin with the blade, he never knicked it, but he didn't stop either. Once the collar was free from the shirt, Rick moved to the seem between the right shoulder and the sleeve. As he lifted the arm to work the seem on the back side, the restraint attached to Tyler's arm slackened for a moment. But as soon as Rick was finished, Tyler felt the rope become taunt again, as if the cord were being reeled in. "What are you doing?" Tyler asked... or rather squeaked. As he asked the question, a movement caught his eye. He turned his head towards it, up at the ceiling. There, in the otherwise smooth surface, blue digital numbers appeared. They flipped to 1:00:00, and began counting down. As soon as they started, counting down, the minutes flipped up by forty. It now read 1:39:45 and counting. "What is that...?" He trailed off as he saw the minutes jump up by ten minutes with each word. It now read 2:09:14... It didn't take a genius to figure this one out. But what was it counting down to? Rick noticed the sudden end to the questions and smiled at Tyler. He didn't stop with the blade, though. When he had finished one seam, he began on another. Within a minute, Tyler's shirt had been dissected. Rick removed the scraps. The sudden absence of his shirt left Tyler feeling greatly exposed. It was only he and Rick in the room. This had the feeling of intimacy, and Tyler wasn't sure he liked that. A cool breeze blew across his body, and his pecs tingled at the sensation. Yet as shocked as he was at being tied up and suddenly having his shirt peeled off him by Rick, it was nothing compared to what happened next.... Six Months ago .... As Tyler walked out of the locker room into the field house hall, he saw the Woodchuck players fall out dejectedly from the visitor's locker room. Last out was Rick Callum. He turned to look at Tyler, the glare he managed from the 50 feet or so was so intense, that Tyler faltered. If looks could kill ... Recovering from his momentary fright, Tyler recovered by casting back the biggest grin he could manage. Rick mouthed something that looked like, "Fuck you!" But then walked on. The two teams were intense rivals, but many had attended the same elementary and middle schools. The areas for the different level schools over lapped in an odd way. They often pulled pranks against each other, but nothing more than TPing a house, or dressing up the school's mascot statues in provocative clothing. Even losing didn't seem to warrant that attitude from Rick. Tyler shook his head and forgot about it. The doors swung closed behind Rick, and Tyler began to walk again. No sooner had he taken two steps, but he became aware of a clipped running sound. Before he could turn around, he felt the weight of someone thrown against his back. His startlement changed to a thrill as he felt the soft curves of Jennifer press against his backside, even as her sweet perfume filled his head. It smelled of lilacs and citrus, a scent that reminded him of summer. He felt a flush spread through his body, starting at his groin. Initially she grabbed hold of his chest and gave him rear hug. She squealed excitedly in his ear, whispering loudly, "That was so awesome!" Her breathy words felt hot on his neck; a heat that also rushed to his nether region. Her right hand slid down his chest, snaked up under his shirt and massaged his tight abs. The flush in his stomach deepened, as his smile grew larger. She didn't stop there though. Much to Tyler's surprise, Jen dipped her hand lower and slipped under his sweatpants. He'd showered and hadn't thrown any underwear on. She purred in his ears and her hand latched on to his now enlarging cock. She stroked up and down several times. Despite the fact that he and Jen had been dating for several months, they had never done more than some heavy petting. And so far, nothing below the belt for either of them. Truth was, he'd never done more than that with any girl. Not that he didn't want to ... but most of the girls in the school didn't put out at the drop of a dime, at least not the ones he wanted to date. He was content stealing some kisses and maybe a little more. He knew it was the same for most of the guys on the team. He had hoped that tonight might be more, and her brazen action definitely pointed that way. But it was not to be ... There was that this was the first time anyone had grabbed hold of his privates who wasn't a doctor checking for a hernia. Add the excitement of the game and the fact it's been three days since he last jacked off ... that by the fourth stroke ... the flush that had begun with her initial hug spiked rapidly ... like the firing pin on a revolver, his nuts drew up into his groin, and with a semi-violent spasm and groan of release ... Tyler blew his load ... four massive spasms ... and three smaller ones ... all over Jennifer's hand and the inside of his sweats. "Nasty!" she snarked, drawing her cum drenched hand out of his pants. She looked around and, spying the girls' locker room, trounced off holding her hand away from her body like it were contaminated. **Great,** Tyler thought. **Not exactly how I expected our first time to go.** His exhilaration at the win and prospect of spending time alone with Jennifer later on evaporated in an instant. All the air had rushed out of him, like a balloon pricked by a pin. Worse, Jen's reaction and his embarassment at cumming so quickly soured his mood completely. At that moment, he really didn't want to face Jen again. So he hurriedly left before she could come back. He hoped a breath of fresh air would cool his embarrassment and then he could find her again. Now that he spent his wad, it wouldn't be so quick next time. Tyler didn't know that his choice to leave at that moment would change his life completely .... As Tyler exited the building, he saw a man dressed in a suit standing at the end of the sidewalk, looking towards the school like he was waiting for someone. When he noticed Tyler, his eyes locked on him and he approached him .... Now ... The lights vanished. It was pitch black again. He heard the swish of Rick's pants as he walked away. A moment later he heard a door slide open and closed. The only thing he could see in the room was the countdown on the ceiling. It now read: 1:58:04. Three minutes passed. Nothing. A gentle breeze continued to caress his bare chest. Then, something changed. He wasn't sure what at first. It came ... and then went ... There it was again .... a scent -- like a July day in the park. It was stronger now, but still subtle -- lilacs and orange trees. ** Jennifer ** Tyler thought, ** It's her perfume. ** The room started to get warm -- he was feeling a little light headed. He relaxed, as he enjoyed the scent and thought of Jennifer's mischievous hazel eyes that always sparkled when she looked at him. He heard the door woosh open and the sound of clipped walking echoed in the room. Instantly he was back in the moment she last had held him. Her arms around his waist, hugging him from behind. He could almost feel her hands caressing his tight abs. No .... He COULD feel her hand. He felt her breath on his neck. "This is so awesome" It was her voice - whispered loudly in his ear, that WAS her breath on his neck. The hand on his abs moved slowly down. He had reminisced about this moment many times over the past months. Wishing he had not gone over the edge. Wishing they had done more that night. Her hand found her goal. She had slipped under his pants again and grasped onto his throbbing shaft. She was more aggressive this time. Tyler didn't care. It had been too long since he'd seen her -- since he'd seen any girl. He tightened his core, wanting it to last longer than last time. But the sensation was too great. He began to thrust his hips up. Jennifer seemed to anticipate his need and clamped down with her grip, allowing him to feel the tightness. But no matter how hard he willed it to be otherwise, he could not stop the inevitable. He was pumping his hips in deep desperation, letting out groans of pleasure. He could feel the rush beginning in his balls, and tried to outrun it with more intense thrusts. But with one final thrust up, the explosion could not be held back. And he let it rip. "AARRRGGGHHHH!" A wad of cum shot out. He felt it leave his prick forcefully. And with a splat, it landed on his face. The orgasm had so enthralled his body that it didn't register at first. Three more volleys sailed out and landed on his chest and abs with a final couple pulsing out onto his crotch. As the orgasmic glow faded, the cum on his face became noticeable. It was on his cheek, nose and upper lip. Instinctively he went to wipe it off, but the restrains prevented him from moving either hand. The smell assailed his nostrils, and he felt a little sick. The hand that had been jacking him released his dick and wipe the semen onto the side of this belly. He heard her get up and walk to the door with the swoosh of his pants. The sound registered in Tyler's brain. ** Swoosh? ** It was then that he noticed the countdown timer had stopped. It now read 1:45:29. The blue numbers had turned red and were now flashing. He knew what that meant -- He had failed. But what had been the test? And what would have been success? At that moment, the yellow lights came The door had opened, but the person had not left yet. Tyler was shocked to see that it was NOT Jennifer. No -- It was definitely not Jennifer. Standing in the door, naked as the day he was born, was Rick. He was facing the other way, so all Tyler could see of him has his black back and black ass. He took one step out the door and then stopped. He turned his face towards Tyler and grinned sadistically, "Guess you tossed that one too early and lost the game, mother fucker!" And then strode out the door. Tyler had failed his first test in Phase 2. Was that the only chance he would get. He was pissed at himself. Pissed at the Site. and Pissed at the world in general. For a moment he forgot his predicament. A movement on the ceiling caught his eye. The countdown had restarted. The lights dimmed. He was in blackness again with his cum pooling on his face, mouth, chest and crotch. His arms and legs were restrained. He could do nothing but lie there and endure it. And he had one hour, forty four minutes, and ten seconds to lie there like that, waiting and wondering what would happen to him now.... To be continued... Let me know if you enjoyed this... send comments to knotai@zoho.com