Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2011 10:52:58 -0400
From: Jase Jason <jase-jason@hotmail.com>
Subject: Christian's Induction III  -  Part Twenty Two

CHRISTIAN'S INDUCTION III

Usual disclaimers apply.  This is a work of fiction.

All rights reserved by the author. If you are underage, object to gay
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Part Twenty Two.

That evening Andy and his two bros were congregated around the computer
they shared which was situated in Andy's room.

Andy asked: "You guys given any thought to this deal of having to clean up
this place when the old girl starts her new job?"

"Not really." replied Pauly. "Don't seem like the end of the world to me."
George, who shared the second bedroom with Pauly, and who always deferred
to his opinions, kept quiet.

"What!" exclaimed Andy. "Are you fucking nuts? Imagine having to make the
beds every day, dust the joint, hang up clothes, put away sneaks and shoes,
take out the trash, do the laundry, and God forbid, clean the bathroom and
toilet. Jesus, Pauly, you surprise me sometimes."

Pauly looked unperturbed. "Andy, excuse me for saying so, but you are one
of the laziest fuckers I know. If you had the chance you would have someone
wipe your ass."

Andy smiled as if the idea hadn't occurred to him before. "Maybe, just
maybe, that could be arranged." He laughed at the thought.

"Eeeewwww." said George, commenting for the first time.

Andy continued: "Seriously guys, I wanna suggest somethin to you. You know
Mark Nesbit right? The dude who has been giving me a ride home after swim
practice?" Pauly nodded yeah. "Well he and our friend Chris had a VERY
close relationship until recently. Mark ditched Chris when he met this
chick Beth. She is hot for him and, since her folks are loaded, Mark's
mother put the screws on him to get his hooks into her. If he hadn't agreed
she was gonna hurl him out of the basement apartment at their house. His
older bro used to use it before he went to college. Now that apartment is
Mark's life, so he had to agree. Ain't Moms great?"

"So?" Pauly asked.

"I'm not sure George should hear the rest of this."

"George is old enough to hear any of your shitty ideas. He ain't goin
nowhere." said Pauly. George beamed.

"OK then. It seems that you get this type of fag that is naturally
submissive and they like be controlled. Mark had full control of Chris and
it reached the stage where he did all of Mark's shit. All the stuff I
mentioned earlier. He was like Mark's servant and Chris apparently got off
on it big time. Tonio, down at the Arcade, also has a guy like that under
his thumb. Joey and I saw it for ourselves. You can ask Joey if you don't
believe me."

"Carry on." instructed Pauly.

"Mark and I were discussing this and when he heard that we had pics of
Chris........."

"What!" Pauly interjected. "You told Mark about the pics? What an asshole
you are Andy!"

"Yea, well, he kinda guessed we had somethin over Chris."

"Bullshit!"

"Anyway, he figures that with the pics and Chris's willingness to serve
other dudes, we could get him to do all the chores around here. Sounds good
to me."

"And how the fuck is this supposed to work dude?"

"I thought maybe he could come around here directly after school each day
and do his stuff."

"Andy, I think I'm gonna talk with the rents and have you committed or
somethin. You are tied up with stuff after school every day except Fridays
right? Who the fuck do you think is gonna supervise your boyfriend?"

"Well, I figured that either you or George were bound to be here....."

"Just hold on a minute. You really think you gonna push this on to me and
George? You can forget about that dude. Ain't gonna happen."

Andy genuinely looked crestfallen. He failed to see how all his plans could
be thwarted in this way.

Pauly took the initiative. "OK, you have had your say. Now you listen to
me. George and me discussed this already. We are gonna make the best of
this. Each day first thing we gonna make our beds. Then we are gonna pick
up after ourselves as we go along. No big deal really. Once a week we will
jointly dust and do stuff like that. Probly take an hour. Same thing goes
for the bathroom and toilet. Except that you gonna participate there. Once
a week in turn, including you, we will scrub in there. George and me will
share our laundry duties and give the stuff to the old girl to iron."

Pauly continued: "How you arrange to clean your room and stuff is your
concern. Just don't involve George and me. Capiche? Another thing, me and
George gotta use the computer in your room, so you are gonna have to change
your socks more than once a week."

Andy smiled: "But Chris likes em kinda rank." Despite everything Pauly
laughed and shook his head.

Pauly wasn't finished. "George, you mind leaving Andy and me alone for a
few minutes?" George nodded and left the room.

"Lemme put you further in the picture bro." Pauly continued. Those six pics
I gave you of Chris chowing down on your dick were not the only ones I
took. I got three more in a safe place which are kinda similar; except you,
dude, are clear for all to see. I thought maybe they would come in handy
one day. So the days of "big bro Andy" and "little Pauly" are gone
forever. In future we are gonna be level pegging OK?"

Andy really couldn't believe that Pauly would sink so low. It seemed that
in future Pauly would be going his own way and that he himself would need
to do so too. And bang went his proposed subjugation of Chris. He felt like
crying.

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Tom, who hadn't been able to get his first blowjob out of his mind, decided
that he would have to enlist Pauly's aid in getting a repeat. Hadn't Pauly
said: "That's the beauty of a cocksucker dude. It ain't never a one
off. There will always be repeats." Well, thought Tom, now was the time to
put that theory to the test.

A couple days later he was down at the skatepark when Chris pulled up in
his car with a view to checking out what was going on. It was but a few
minutes before he spotted Tom. Jesus, he thought, the kid looked hot! He
was wearing dirty sneaks, and faded blue jeans all torn at the knees and
resting low on his hips, his red checked boxers half exposed above the
waistband. Above that he wore a worn out tee shirt proclaiming on the front
"I make the boys cry". No fucking kidding, thought Chris. Tom spotted Chris
almost simultaneously and immediately came over to him.

"Hi Tom." said Chris. "How's it goin."

"Awww not too bad you know." replied Tom. "Things could always be
better. You seen Andy or Pauly lately?"

Chris confessed that he hadn't.

"Of course, I seen Pauly at school. I asked him to tell you thanks
for...well, you know what." he laughed. "But if you ain't seen him,
obviously he ain't been able to tell you."

Chris replied: "My pleasure dude. I think you're kinda hot." Chris had
decided to take the bull by the horns as it were, although he did feel
kinda embarrassed doing it.

Tom blushed and after a moment's hesitation asked: "Think we could do it
again some time?"

"Why the hell not?" replied Chris. "Want me to chat with Pauly about it?"

"That would be awesome Chris.  Lemme give you my number in any case. Wanna
give me yours?"

They exchanged numbers and Tom then rejoined a couple of other kids who
were yelling at him.

Chris thought "Fucking sweet!" and went back to the car.

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Andy, who had always been so upbeat about everything, for the first time in
his life felt as if he had been kicked in the balls. By his bro on top of
it! Feeling sorry for himself, he decided to call his only real friend
Joey.

"Hey bud!" said Joey. "I was just about to call you. Great minds and all
that shit. I'll pick you up in about 40 minutes OK?"

Andy waited outside the house and when Joey arrived he was surprised to see
another kid sitting beside him in the car.

Joey said to the kid: "You mind sitting in the back Claude?"

"No, that's cool." replied Claude.

Joey introduced the two of them and suggested that they go down to the
Arcade. Andy said: "Fuck yeah! Maybe we can get a joint or two from
Tonio. I need it."

It turned out that Claude went to the same school as Joey and he too was a
soph. After they had obtained sodas from the machine and were sitting in a
booth, Claude excused himself to go for a leak. "Just to the rear on the
left dude." Joey informed him.

When they were alone Andy asked: "So what's the deal with this guy Joey?"

Joey smiled and conspiratorially informed Andy: "A fag, dude. Sucks a good
cock I hear."

Andy laughed and said "I thought there was sumthin about him.  I'm getting
to a have a nose about those things."

Joey giggled and said: "Well, when we first met, I had a similar feeling
about you."

"Fuck you, asshole."

Claude returned from the john and slipped in beside Joey opposite
Andy. Joey decided to chat with a friend who was playing on one of the
machines, leaving Andy and Claude to themselves.

"So," asked Andy, "do you come here often?"

"Not really Andy." replied Claude laughing, "If I did I'm sure we would
have bumped into one another." Andy felt a sneaker against his; he
retracted his and the other one followed it.

"Busy in the rear?" asked Andy.

"Not really. I checked the stalls. All the locks are in working order."
replied Claude.

Andy got up and made his way to the john with Claude following close
behind. Andy selected the furthest stall from the door and ushered Claude
into it. "Have a seat dude." he invited Claude. He stood in front of the
other boy and instructed him: "OK, take it out and let's see if you live up
to your reputation."

Claude took Andy's dick into his mouth and started to suck on it with
relish. He's done it before, Andy thought laughingly to himself. Andy came
within five or six minutes shooting a good load into the back of Claude's
mouth. Claude displayed Andy's load to him on his tongue and Andy told him
to swallow it.

When they returned to Joey who was sitting in the booth, Andy winked at
Joey and thought to himself, Jesus I needed that.

Before heading for home, the three of them agreed to meet the following
Saturday night.

To be continued.......

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