Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2006 20:13:08 -0800
From: Story Teller <gaytales@gmail.com>
Subject: Nik's Life - Part V

Nik's Life - Part V
"Reality: Transposed, Exposed and Imposed"

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Once again, let's cover the obligatory stuff: This is a complete work of
fiction.  It is not based on anyone or anything.  Any similarity to any
previously exist(ed/ing) noun (i.e. person, place or thing) is purely
coincidental.  If the sex reminds you of anything, you either have had some
great sex that I knew (or know) absolutely nothing about, or you have an
equally vivid imagination.  No names were changed to protect anyone or
anything because, in case you are not paying attention, it is a complete
work of fiction.  If you are not legally allowed to read this story, then
don't.  There, I've said it...so, if you do read it, then it's totally on
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All that having been said; I hope you enjoy the story.

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Nik's face flushed as he stood up from his seat. Coach Walken hadn't even
looked at him, but had responded as if he was sitting there just waiting
for him to ask. It fucked with his mind again to think of Coach Walken's
potential complicity, even if it were knowledgeable silence. Perhaps the
coach himself, in younger years, had used some of the other boys, and just
knew the deal implicitly. It was all beginning to blur into the
overwhelming confusion of the previous twenty four hours. Though Nik
normally didn't give up his philosophical dilemmas so quickly, he began to
rationalize that the coach did do the same when he was a kid, and it was
just a matter of fact part of life. At any rate, he didn't' have time to
think of it just then anyway. He needed to get upstairs to the bathroom and
meet up with Tommy. Casually, he walked to the classroom door.

Nik stepped through the oversized portal with it's opaquely ripple textured
window pane, closing the heavy wooden door as quietly as he could. But, as
soon as the locking mechanism clicked behind him, he began running down the
hall at full speed. He was still a few minutes early and figured if he was
in place when Tommy got there, things might move along more
quickly. Perhaps Tommy would come in and be pleased with Nik in position
already, mouth agape and waiting patiently for the football player to
insert his sex starved penis. Tommy's girl was on the rag, which was good
news for Nik. That meant Tommy's cock would be hard and tingling before it
ever even slid across his tongue. He figured that the entire encounter
should probably not take more than a few minutes. Then it was a couple of
quick swallows of Tommy's ultra thick jelly-style load and he'd be back to
work. He dreaded the thought of trying to swallow Tommy's glue-like
cum. And the taste was totally nasty as well, still cum but with a
super-concentrated flavor. Nik recalled how many times in the past he would
swallow it, and even rinse out his mouth afterward, only to spend the next
several hours with Tommy's gritty aftertaste. He might make the blow job
quick, but the residual coating of Tommy's mess would line his mouth for
half of the day, possibly even until he was sitting in detention.

Nik's heart skipped a beat as he once again thought about how much crap
he'd have to deal with, and how much explaining he'd have to do, if he
ended up getting detention. He ran more quickly up the stairs, wishing just
then that the male teachers would react to his puppy dog eyes the way the
female teachers did. If that were so, he thought, detention wouldn't be an
issue. He'd just flutter his baby-brown's at the guy and skate through the
issue, arriving home on time as usual. But, it was not so, and Nik knew
it. Nope, he knew that his only option, his only hope, was to offer up his
mouth and to engage his professional tongue as best he could. Yep, Tommy
was in for one hell of a blow job today, he thought as he ran.

Like a flash, Nik was darting up the stairs leaping across sometimes two or
three at a time. Once on the next floor, however, he immediately slowed to
a walking pace.  From the other end of the hall, he could see another tall
and lanky form turning the corner toward him. He could see long blonde hair
in the distance, and the trademark leather wallet and chain Nik had given
him that year for his birthday.  "FUCK" he thought aloud, immediately
assuming the worst; it was Tony. Nik almost panicked, not knowing how to
deal with his friend who was countering his path to the bathroom. It wasn't
that this bathroom was off limits, but it was certainly out of the way, and
anybody who saw him here held a very strong possibility of figuring out
that he was one of the jock's bitch boys. He'd kept the secret for so long
and he just couldn't let Tony find out, at least not now, when he was least
prepared to explain it. He had to think quickly, and find a way to ditch
one of his best friends.

"Hey you Scum of a Bitch" Nik called to his friend. He figured that making
the first move would give him the advantage he needed to distract his
friend. The variation of SOB that they'd adopted would work nicely toward
that end.

"'Sup Bean-pole?" replied his friend; a smile on his face, albeit more of a
grin. Tony was really the proverbial pot calling the kettle black. Being
nearly six two himself, he was somewhat heavier than Nik. Tony's one
hundred seventy five pound body had significantly more muscle on it. Though
he never hit the weight room, he did have a home setup that his brother had
left him after he had gone off to college. Tony used the bench press part
of it quite a bit, trying to give himself some definition to his otherwise
lanky frame. That and Tony's California surfer look made him quite sought
after by the chicks in their Goth crowd.

Bean-pole? That was a new one, thought Nik momentarily. But he didn't miss
a beat with his usual wit coming to his aid. "I got your bean pole right
here bitch." Nik grabbed his generous crotch as he said it. He smiled a
half-smile, nervously hoping his facade of joy at this chance encounter
would have the desired effect. But he couldn't help notice Tony take a
longer than normal, though somewhat purposeful look down at Nik's
fist-clenched flaccid denim cock.  The thought was quickly discarded as
Nik's subconscious accepted the odd instance as involuntary curiosity
shared by all straight boys and the bodies of their peers.

"Yeah, I've seen it, remember?" Tony smiled a genuine smile as he
exaggerated and busted Nik's chops. "It's more like just a bean." A chuckle
escaped him as he said it, and continued his quest to outdo Nik's
jibe. "The bigger question is where did they plant the seed to grow
it...and whose pole planted it?" Of course it was required that their chop
busting involve dicks, farts, pussies or any combination thereof.

"Yeah, you wish bitch!" Nik's nerves were rattling a bit. Tony's comment
had struck just a little too close to the truth for him. He reminded
himself that he'd never been fucked up the ass before, and that it was just
his own paranoia. Nik's brief shock at the comment left him off guard. He
tried to regain his composure. "Ha...ha...ha Tony, you know this hole is
EXIT only"

"Well, I don't know about all that. But, you're such a wussy that you'd
sure be lookin' for the smallest dick around." Tony smiled at Nik, glancing
at his friend's still fist-clenched groin. "Not like the one in your
fucking death grip though." Tony chuckled pointing with his finger toward
Nik's clenched fist. "Seriously dude, you can let it go man." His laughter
elevated just a bit, off pitch, almost indicating to Nik that a facade of
Tony's own might be in play.

Nik chuckled back nervously, releasing his grasp on his cock. The
conversation was getting suddenly awkward. Nik thought that it was
certainly him and his paranoia. After all, Tommy Keller would be turning
the corner any minute and that would be it...Game Over. He sensed a similar
urge to leave the conversation from Tony. Thankfully, his friend would find
his opportunity first.

"Well dude, I gotta run man." Tony started moving. "I'm...uh...late for,
um, Geography, so..." he left the sentence unfinished.

"Yeah, me too man." Nik could feel an incredible sense of relief. All that
was left was to pretend to leave; then he could head into the bathroom,
duck into the stall and wait for Tommy. "Gimme a call later dude, maybe we
can fuck around or something."

"Sure, prolly around say seven-ish? Maybe we'll go to Pizza Burger." Tony
was already moving past Nik toward the stairwell, he walked at a nervously
quick pace.

"Yeah, that works. Cya." Nik finally made his goodbye and turned toward his
original path from which Tony had just come, and the same path that would
take him to his destination.

"Cya." Tony trotted down the stairs.

Success! Nik walked slowly, almost meandering as he gave Tony time to get
out of ear shot. After a few seconds, with Tony's steps now silenced by the
distance, Nik did a one-eighty and headed for the boy's lavatory. He pulled
slowly on the heavy first door to the bathroom, certain that the odd
squealing of the ancient overhead hinge would emanate through the walls,
alerting anyone in the bathroom of his intrusion. His still lingering
paranoia taunted him, making the hinge's wailing louder than normal as he
pushed open the door and into the entry way on the right side of a small
foyer. A similar heavy door was situated on the left side of the opposite
wall of the little room, which provided entry into the bathroom itself. As
the first door closed behind him, he stopped for a moment to tap four times
on the second door. It was the same warning system that had kept him from
getting caught sucking cocks here a few times.

TAP TAP TAP TAP

Nik gave the signal that he was not an Administrative threat to whatever
might be happening within. He wondered if anyone was warned this particular
time, or if the place was empty. Nik wondered if he would find a stall door
closed when he got inside with an apparently singular pair of legs just
inside of it, standing noticeably farther back from the position of the
toilet. He would know soon enough. And, if there was, he knew there would
the bitch boy on the toilet seat being forced to continue sucking on the
horny cock of whoever owned the legs. Nik curiosity recalled some of the
many times he'd listened to the sucking noises as another weaker, smaller,
kid struggled to keep a lust ridden teenage cock under control with his
mouth. Many times he had heard the sloppy slurping of saliva as it was
painted across the hot flesh of those cocks, and sucked back off again,
over and over. Nik had made the very same sounds many time as his mouth
pussy was relentlessly face fucked.

As Nik opened the second door, he wondered who the hell had designed such a
bathroom for a High School. Opening the door and turning to the right, he
stepped toward the long double row of sinks that ran side by side, five
apiece, down the long room in front of him. The walls were covered with
green tiles that appeared to be nearly new, though he knew the school was
nearly sixty five years old. As he moved toward the sinks, he turned left
and entered a small walkway that led to another green tiled room. Again,
Nik hung ninety degree right turn, entering into a room with two rows of
bathroom stalls running along each of the left and right walls. Nik
proceeded directly to Tommy's designated stall; the last one on the
right. He quickly moved into the stall and got into position, preparing for
Tommy who would be there any minute. He pulled his legs up onto the toilet
seat, sitting cross-legged in a Native American pow-wow position. Nik hoped
it would make it easier for Tommy to continue face fucking him in the event
someone entered the bathroom without the signal. As he pulled up his legs
onto the seat, he wondered if he had come up with the idea on his own, or
if this was some jock tradition that was passed along from bitch boy to
bitch boy, affording the jocks better nuts to bust. What a strange thing to
ponder, he thought, but it still hooked into his curiosity to wonder where
he'd gotten the idea. But he would not think of it for long.

Just in time he thought, as he heard the bathroom's outer door hinges
squeak, and then the four warning taps. This would be Tommy. This is it, he
thought, I need to suck on this fucker's prick like there's no tomorrow. In
preparation, he opened his mouth and closed his eyes, taking up a position
of both readiness and obedience on the toilet seat. He allowed the door to
the stall to remain open, hoping that his exposed position of vulnerability
and a statement of willingness would add to Tommy's sexual excitement,
making him cum that much more quickly.

Two foreign voices began speaking over by the section with the sinks. The
echoes of the whispering voices paled in comparison to the echoes of their
sliding feet as the bodies made their way to the toilet section.

"Fuck" Nik thought to himself, eyes snapping opened as he began to hear the
whispers. This wasn't Tommy, it was someone else; no at least two someone
else's, he thought. Nik's mouth closed as he moved to close his stall
door. However, the fear of a noisy hinge here, and explaining his position
on the toilet would be far more difficulty than he wanted to deal with. It
never occurred to him that it just might be normal for someone to be
closing a toilet stall door. But his mind was just so confused as of late.
The previous days events and his fucked up morning; his urgency to get
sucking on Tommy's hot glue gun, and it's near derailment via friendly
encounter...all fucked with his reasoning. Instead, his plan would be to
sit and hope he went unnoticed. "Where the fuck is Tommy?" he thought as
the intruders spoke.

"Oh man, I'm sorry I'm late." came Voice One. "I ran into someone I know,
and I had to take a detour."

Nik could not decipher its owner from the raspy wisp that barely vibrated
the vocal chords. His heart pounded in his chest from paranoia, so greatly
that it drummed into his ears, rattling his eardrums so loudly he thought
they might hear it.

"It's cool. I was almost late too." Voice Two was equally mysterious and
equally as quiet.

Nik couldn't tell if the either voice was recognizable or not, though each
tickled and taunted his memory. Next he wondered why they were whispering
at all. He would have to hear more from the boys, still standing at the
entrance to the toilets, before he could fully determine their purpose
there.

"Dude, check the stalls." Voice Two whispered again.

Nik's heart skipped a beat.

"The doors are all open man" Voice One's reply was sarcastic, implying that
he might have justifiably preceded it with the exclamation "Duh!"

Wait a second...Nik's mental rolling index began turning, sorting through
his memory of voices. Simultaneously however, he quickly looked around,
ensuring that no part of him extended below the elevated bottom of the
stall wall.

"Hey, it's my ass if we get caught man!" Voice Two's clothing made a
shuffling sound as the boy who owned them dropped to his hands and knees on
the floor. "Just let me check under here and make sure." A few moments
later the clothing reshuffled as the boy rose again. "OK, all clear."

Nik held his breath against the desire to exhale in relief.

"Well, you know..." began Voice One; this time quite audible, but trailing
the words in innocent fashion."It's actually BOTH our asses if we get
caught. It's still yours if we don't."

Nik's mouth partially opened, involuntarily hanging as he realized who
Voice One was. It was Tony, one of his best friends; the one whom he had
just run into in the halls on his way there. Tony must have also been going
to that bathroom, he realized; planning this clandestine meeting and
altering the plan via the same set of necessities as Nik. The narrow jaw
dropped even further when Voice Two's owner became clearer.

"How do you figure?" Voice Two replied with a question. It was both their
former boyhood friend, turned jock, Tim Johnson who replied, asking for
clarification.

"Well, your ass is gettin' fucked anyway." Tony's cavalier response took
Nik by surprise.

"You got that right bitch." Tim's reply was equally cavalier. "I've been
thinking about that dick all week. How's 'your' butt?" he emphasized the
word 'your'.

Nik was confused as the jock's voice took on a peculiar tone and demeanor.

"Well it's still right here man; indestructible. You can't do enough damage
to this hot ass in that amount of time. You cum too quick." Tony's voice
was almost a chuckle.

"Oh yeah, well I have to with you. With the way you were whining..." Tim
mimicked Tony from what was evidently a previous encounter. "Oh god it
hurts, it's so big...oh god...oh it hurts." He chuckled at the other
boy. "It turns me the fuck on when you whine like a bitch."

"What can I say, it hurt." Tony's retort tinged of a genuine memory of the
pain of Tim's cock. "But you sure as fuck didn't stop though, did you."

"Dude, no way, that ass is fucking tight man." he paused "Well, tight as in
'good,' and of course tight as in 'tight'...you know what I mean, right?"
he tried clumsily to separate the teen slang term for something 'really
cool' from something warm that had flexed a sphincter muscle to choke his
prick. "Besides, you first you whine...then you beg...." He mimicked Tim's
evident alternative references during the same past encounter. "Oh god it's
so big, it hurts...oh fuck this ass baby, bang this ass bitch."

"Yeah, it sure was fuckin' hot." Tony replied, matter of factly. "I wish we
were at your place, now", he continued, revealing to Nik the location of
the previous encounter to which they were referring. "But, we aint boy, we
got this place to ourselves...and today it's my turn Tim-old-pal." Tony's
voice took on a happy tone. "So let's get the fuck in the stall. I'm so
fucking horny it's amazing, so you better watch out cuz I'm gonna hurt that
ass with the Tony Baloney."

"Hells yeah!" Tim sounded genuinely excited. "Dude, look I brought some
hand lotion in a baggie."

"Cool, give it here." Tony's voice sounded appreciative.

Nik could hear the boys' clothing ruffle as they moved toward a
stall. Moments later he heard the clinking sound of metal on metal as the
door slammed closed. Nik imagined urgency from the sound of the sliding
lock mechanism being jammed into place. Almost immediately, he could hear
the sounds of the boy's clothing, shuffling against each other, resuming
their desperate embraces.

"Ummmph...ah...oh...ummm..." the noises emanated from the stall as Tony and
Tim engaged in a desperate hugging-struggle; the sounds clearly indicated
kissing. Shuffling sounds abounded as they squeezed each other tightly;
rubbing their arms about each other's back, kneading each others'
musculatures all over. Breathing echoed about the room, bouncing off of the
walls for anyone to hear. Their abandon reigned free in their sense of
security at finding an entirely empty bathroom. The clutching of handfuls
of t-shirts and polo-shirts could be heard, intermingled with the sounds of
bodies banging against stall walls. The clothing rubbed back and forth
against the skins of their wearers, the sound so loud it threatened to not
mask the warning sounds of the hinge or taps to the bathroom door. In their
security of aloneness, they urgently rubbed, squeezed, pulled and jerked on
each other, each struggling to pull the other more tightly to their own
warm bodies.

Nik was now even more amazed. Not only were these guys there for voluntary
sex, but it was clear that they were just plain regular fuck buddies. His
mind swam with thoughts of his friend Tony, of memories of their youth. But
nothing sexual was among them. Tim, however, was another story. Tim's long
affectation with masturbation, and the deviant sexual fantasies that
entered the conversations when they had been friends, removed a fair
portion of Nik's confusion there. But could they really be getting 'that
much' into it? And at school? No, he thought, as he remembered Troy's
promise. Perhaps the bastard jocks had gone ahead and beaten and punked his
friends anyway, despite Nik's long since adoption of his role as a jock
bitch? Maybe Tony has been serving the jocks, but they've been keeping it
from Nik? Sure, he thought, they wouldn't want Nik to know that they took
his friends, despite his submission. Then he thought again; no, these guys
were not really that deep, thought Nik. But what about their conversation?
He thought. No, it seemed much more likely they were there as fuck
buds. But he had to know for sure. Nik simply had to know what was going on
in the other stall and prepared to leave the security of his stall to
explore the other side of the room.

"Ow..." exclaimed Tony, mumbling something being struck by Tim's teeth in a
kiss.  The comment was incoherently followed by a new sound, perhaps
another kiss, but regardless of source it served to quiet his
complaint. "Ngoommmmm..." It was mixed with a schmacking noise as Nik
imagined the boys pressing their lips against each other. Oblivious to any
potential voyeur, the sounds of their groping masked Nik's placement of his
first foot onto the tile. The shuffling of feet and clothing, and still
other unmistakable sounds of belt buckles, masked any noise Nik might have
made. Confident, he placed his second foot on the floor, assumed a standing
position in front of his toilet, and took his first nearly silent step into
the open.

Nik's heart skipped a beat as he heard the sound of his own wallet chain
fall by his side as he moved. Though a single sound, which lasted a mere
moment, the sounds in the other stall fell silent. He froze, completely
unsure of what to do, or how to react. Though it fell but a fraction of an
inch, it made an audible sound which was, in turn, greatly amplified by the
devious green tiled acoustics of the bathroom. He had been heard.

"Dude, what was that?" Tony's voice tickled Nik's fear as he stood frozen
in his tracks, exposed in the open. Should Tony reach around and open the
stall door, Nik would be busted.

"What was what?" Tim voiced indicated that he hadn't heard anything.

"That noise..." Tony's voice replied, striking further fear into Nik's now
thumping heart.

"It was that fucking biker chain on your wallet rattling around." Tim's
voice changed, suddenly indicating that he 'had' heard something, but
clearly was more focused on the task at hand. "I can't get this fucking
buckle opened man, help me out."

"Man, I can't believe they let you on the fucking football team." They both
chuckled at Tony's jibe. "Here, move your hands. Let me get it." his voice
indicating he was taking a bit more control of their situation. And then,
moments later, Tony's baggy skater pants dropped to the floor with a heavy
thud.  Much to Nik's relief, the kissing sounds resumed, granting Nik a bit
of confidence to move forward toward the other boys' stall.

Nik fought back a sigh of relief at Tim's incorrect conclusion. Evidently,
Tony was equally oblivious to the error. Nik remained still however, not
wanting to offer them a second noise upon which they might triangulate the
source. He waited a moment, allowing the other boys to go back about their
business before moving again. Once he could hear the wet sounds of the boys
hormonal reactions, he relaxed and moved again. Slowly, cautiously, Nik
moved forward, being very careful to lift each foot as he stepped forward
and place it silently onto the floor in front of him. Three...four...five
steps...he was almost there as he traversed the sounds of lusty teenaged
groping, and the sounds of the addition of Tim's own jeans dropping around
his ankles, filling the room. Nik again froze in his tracks as Tony dropped
to his knees. The pale thin legs of his friend formed a ninety degree
angle, placing Tony's narrow chest along the length of Tim's thighs. There
it was, Nik could see that it was his Goth friend, and not the jock that
was to be the bitch here. This position would put Tony's warm mouth right
on top of Tim's cock, allowing him to plunge the stiff prick right
inside. Nik imagined Tony would soon be sucking on the same cock he'd
sucked on several times, the same cock that had participated in Nik's rape
and helped to deflower his virginal throat. His confusion began to
subside. But clarity would be denied him just yet.

Nik could see the leg movement as Tim was pulling Tony to his feet, and in
turn the Goth punk's body closer into himself while he spoke. Long, deep
kissing sounds filled the room, mixed with new moaning sounds as their
intensity increased. Within moments, Tim's jock body dropped to its
knees. Nik could not mistake the muscular thighs of Tim's legs as they
pivoted at the knee to lie along his calves, allowing his round hairy ass
to rest on his heels. Nik could see Tim's hands drop down to gently lay
along the sides of Tony's standing calves, just below the knees and
gripping the punk's leg. The compassion was evident as the strong hands of
the football tight end lightly grazed upward along the light coating of
hair on Tony's long legs, up and over the relatively bony knees of the Goth
punk in front of him.

"No way dude." Tim spoke aloud; his tone authoritative. "It's your Suck &
Fuck, man...I'm doin' 'you' today." Tim's final emphasis on the word "you"
restored Nik's original confusion. Tim continued to talk, clearing up many
thoughts on the overall motivation of his friends...both current, and
former. "Man, this is so fucking hot Tony!" The schmacking of kisses
intermingled with his words. I wish we had a place together."
schmack...schmack "I'd suck this fucking dick all the time man."
schmack...schmack "You could bang this butt anytime we want..."
schmack...schmack "...you could tie me up and fuck me..." Tim's tone,
combined with his physical position, made it obvious that he was making-out
with Tony's crotch, wooing it with his sweet talk as if he needed to
convince Tony's prick to cooperate.

Before long, the light caressing of hair was complemented by Tim's body
rocking, back and forth, and the incomparable sound of a teenage boy's
mouth gobbling up a hormone charged cock, sliding onto it and back off of
it, again and again. Tim Johnson, a jock, was sucking Tony's cock...a Goth
punk's cock...a weaker kid's cock. This certainly could not be good for
Tim's reputation, thought Nik as he heard the slurping sounds and imagined
the view of his former friend, now football tight end jock, sucking and
slurping on Tony's cock. He had seen Tony's somewhat impressive cock many
times in the shower. And, he had easily had enough spit slobbered cocks
pistoning in and out of his own mouth enough to imagine what Tony's cock
looked like in Tim's evidently hungry face hole. Nik recognized the
carelessly loud volume of Tim's sucking mouth as genuine lust. Tim
obviously wanted the cock in his mouth. He had involuntarily offered proof
of that to Nik; first in word, and now by deed.

Nik suddenly realized that the whole thing was turning him on. He knew he
had just cum less than two hours before, and the dampness of the cum still
lingered in his boxer briefs. Nik inwardly cursed his youthful hormones as
he suddenly noticed his long stiff cock tenting out the denim of his jeans
once again. The slurping and slobbering ran through Nik's ears and directly
into the pleasure centers of his brain. He could sense extra synapses as
the eroticism of the jock-on-punk role reversal allowed Punk to dominate
Jock in a fashion truly uncharacteristic of the social makeup at their
school. He liked the idea A LOT as he imagined Tony standing above Tim,
looking downward at the stronger boy submitting to his will. Oh, it was
clearly voluntary, but that didn't matter to Nik at just that moment. No,
it served his fantasy much more to imagine Tim being forced to Tony's
weaker will, as if at least 'one' stupid fucking jock understood the
reality of their inferiority in the proverbial real world.

Nik reached down, absently looking for his zipper as he approached the
toilet stall. Finding the small brass tab, he ever so slowly pulled down
the small piece of metal, slowly allowing the teeth of the zipper to
silently separate one by one. Nik eased himself just outside the border of
the adjacent stall closest the cocksucking
duo. Schmack...slurp...suck...slurp...schmack The sounds masked that which
Nik needlessly silenced on his own as he quietly moved into peeking
position, simultaneously opening his jeans. He came to a halt just outside
of any angle sufficient to provide a view, allowing his heartbeat to slow a
bit as he prepared for his illicit peek. Nik was more focused on the sex
and less on the lewdness of the moment as he took the time to reach his
right hand into his jeans. Nik only needed to fish for a moment before
locating the dry portion of his boxer briefs where the fly was located. He
pulled out his throbbing nine inch nail, pausing a moment to look at it's
redness in his hand. That cock had been through a lot in the last two days,
but he tried not to think about that as he began slowly rubbing its length.

Nik almost came immediately as his fist slid along the length of his
cock. It was the first attention he had 'knowingly' paid his own cock in a
few days. The familiar chill that fleeted across his spine came and went as
his penis acknowledged its appreciation.
Schmack...schmack...slurp...slurp...schmack...slurp the sounds filled the
room with reckless abandon. Nik pumped his cock a bit faster. He closed his
eyes, taking a glimpse into his imagination to pull forth a small
fantasy. He imagined that Tony was forcing Tim. A bonus was added to Nik's
fantasy as he imagined Tim, hands behind his back, tied with a piece of
rope. He knew it wasn't possible here, but imagined the bigger boy,
helpless and submissive; giving a superior, albeit weaker, cock its
pleasure. Nik could see in his mind, the ropes that bound Tim's wrists and
ankles. Another set of ropes bound Tim at the knees. And there was Tony,
standing above him, feeding Tim his hard cock. Nik watched his mental video
of Tony grabbing Tim by the hair, pulling him close and causing the
"schmack" sound as he slapped the jock's sweaty head off of his hairy
crotch bush. Tony was then pushing the jock's subservient face back,
allowing him rare opportunities to breath. Tim's oxygen deprivation caused
the boy to slurp on saliva as he strained to take in as much oxygen as
possible in his few moments of tracheal freedom. He watched the fantasy as
Tony pulled his cock out, readying it to shoot its slimy cream onto Tim's
bitch face. But reality did not follow that path; it would not be such a
tame encounter.

"Dude, get up." Tony again commanded his prick sucking peer. The energy
wave emanated through the wall and into Nik's now fear frozen fist on his
cock. "Bend over and tell me you want me to bang the hell out of that ass!"

In a flash, Tim was on his feet. The supernatural manner in which Tim
seemed to elevate from kneeling to standing position surprised their voyeur
as the cocksucker quickly stood and spun around, replying as
requested. "Hells yeah, plant that bean pole up in that ass." The jock did
not cease to amaze Nik as he quickly took position, offering up his jock
ass for a punk's cock. Tim's legs spread as far as they could against the
denim leg manacles around his ankles. "Get that lotion"

"Yeah, I got it right here." Tony replied, legs and knees moving in small
circular motions.

Nik once again began sliding his fist on his pole. The motions in Tony's
legs were a clear indication that he was rubbing the hand moisturizer onto
his cock. A few white drops of the thick liquid could be seen falling a few
inches in front of him. Nik could tell that Tony was now applying some onto
Tim's anus. Nik's cock swelled almost painfully as he imagined Tim, some
supposedly big tough jock, bent over the toilet in a sleazy boy's lavatory,
giving his asshole to some skinny anarchist, allowing him to apply hand
lotion so that he might fuck him. Nik's fantasy had Tim with his back
arched slightly downward, and ass propped up with its pink hole properly
offered up for the Goth punk's intellectually superior fuck stick. Nik
could hear the slapping of Tony's fingers as they applied the lotion to
Tim's hole...a hole Tony had evidently fucked before. Nik continued fucking
his cock into his fist. He found himself anxiously enjoying the unfamiliar
sounds of anal sexuality.

"Hhhnnnnn...." It wasn't clear who moaned, the fucker, or the
fuckee. "Whooooooo...." It was clear that something was sliding into
somewhere.

"Dude, loosen it up some..." Tony's voice was much quieter than it had
been. His body generated his lustful hormones at a frantic pace, dominating
his thought processes and depriving him of proper speech. "C'mon dude, let
me up in there." He 'asked' much more than 'commanded' this time around.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....." was Tim's long whispered response. There was
no mistaking that sound of pleasure.

"Oh, shit yeah." Tony's slightly more audible response indicated Tim's
compliance. "Oh fuck yeah man...that's it."

"Oh, fuck yeah." Tim's voice was riddled with lust as he matched, and then
outdid, Tony's comment. "Shove that dick up in my butt man." All of a
sudden he seemed to be taking charge, albeit late in the game. "Do it!" his
voice rose, almost uncomfortably loud for their semi public location. "Ram
it in there...ram that fucking dick up my butt!"

"Urrrggghhhhh..." By the sound of things, Tony had obliged Tim's request
and rammed his fuck stick into Tim's hungry asshole.
"uhnnn...uhnnn...uhnnn..." came the rhythm of Tony's voice as he began
fucking the jock bent over the toilet in front of him. Tony did not make
Tim scream in agony with his thrust, but it was clear that he gave Tim what
he was looking for.

"Yeah...yeah...yeah..." Tim's voice bounced with each utterance of the
word, responding to the rough marauding of his
asshole. "Fuck...yeah...To...nee...fuck...me...fuck..." the boy sounded
like a fucking machine to Nik as he rode the hot stiff young flesh that
penetrated his rectum.

"Uhnnn...uhnnn...uhnnn...ride...that...dick...bitch..." Tony assumed a
similar speech pattern, struggling to get his words out, allocating only a
single syllable to each lustful thrust of his hips. Over and over he rammed
his sensitive cock into Tim's captivating hole.

Nik's hand sped up to almost blurring as it ran up and down along the end
of his cock. The noises in the stall had sufficiently increased in volume
so as to hide the sounds of his jerking fist. Even the smacking of foamy
precum which formed under his purplish mushroom cockhead was muffled as he
pumped his cock amidst the sounds from the other side of the wall.

Suddenly though, Nik stopped as an interesting new scent wafted into his
nose. It was unlike anything he'd ever smelled before; a human smell, but
not like anything he'd ever experienced. It wasn't like sweat or other
waste products. No, it was sexual, with a strangely mucous sort of odor,
but certainly not at all unpleasant to him. In fact, he enjoyed this
scent. It was a thick smell that took hold of his mind, permeating his gray
matter with a hormone, or testosterone, or possibly a combination of that
and any number of other adolescent hormones that charged the sexual fury of
their lives. Nik could feel the odor affecting him somehow, as if a five
thousand percent increase in endorphin production had suddenly gone into
effect. "That's the smell of FUCKING" he realized in his mind; emphasizing
the word "fuck" even in his thoughts. This is what it smelled like to fuck
another boy up the butt. And, from the sound of it, the experience was
pretty fucking hot. Just being near to it was driving Nik wild, and he
wondered desperately what it must be like to be part of the human bonding
in his friend'

"Oh holy fucking christ Tony." Tim's breathy words echoed loudly off of the
tiles. "Aahhnnnnn...uhnnn...mmmnnnnn...oh...oh...oh..." His moans and
lascivious comments threatened to draw in anybody who might happen to be
within earshot of the lavatory's exterior door. "Do you feel the way I'm
sucking your cock up into my ass Tony?" Tim's comments pulled even harder
on the tension of Nik's ability to rationalize this whole situation. "Can
you feel my asshole wrapping around your dick man?"

"I feel you dude, I feel you." Tony's voice was saturated with a sultry
even tone, connecting with the other boy's lust in a now audible way. "I'm
up inside of you man, I'm up inside of you. I'm fucking your asshole
Timmy. I'm fucking you like a dog." Tony hammered the words through his own
vocal chords as he hammered his cock into Tim's jock cunt. He reminded Tim
that he was taking that cunt for a ride, and enjoying the fact that Tim
liked riding it."

"Oh fuck that feels good." Tim shocked Nik as he threw down some genuine
'bitch' jargon. "Is that ass good enough for you man?" he didn't wait for
an answer. "I'm making it loose now baby, I'm making that shit loose for
you like a bitch's pussy." Tim was talking like a streetwise whore, letting
Tony know that his young boy pussy was there for the skinny kid's
taking. "Oh, fuck man, that feels so fucking good Tony...fuck me harder
man, make my ass wet and sloppy."

They were losing themselves in their sexual melee, and Nik's curiosity was
getting the better of him. He needed to 'see' what was happening. Nik
needed to know if this were genuine, or role playing fantasy. Was this
lust, or duress? ...and he knew that only in seeing the physical behavior
could he answer the question for himself. Regardless, however, the fantasy
in Nik's mind was certainly reaching deep within his balls, dutifully
bringing him as close to orgasm as he dared to be in his precarious
situation.  But, despite the danger...he leaned to his left and gave
himself a brief one second glimpse as he looked through the narrow vertical
gap created between the stall's door and hinge fixture.

Nik's knees bent slightly as his mind processed the sheer eroticism of the
still frame exposure. Tony's milky white ass cheeks were clenched as the
boy's hips pushed forward. His narrow frame partially obscured the bent
over form of Tim Johnson which was obviously impaled upon his cock. Tim's
head was frozen in time, drooped down, as he eagerly accepted the pounding
attack emanating perpendicularly from Tony's hips.

Just as quickly, the sexual snapshot began fading from freshness in Nik's
mind. He needed more; he had to look once more. So again he leaned left,
then back, to refresh his masturbation fantasy with another shot.  This
shot was similar. Tony's fatless butt cheeks once again clenched in the
fore thrust; but this time the jock's head was lifted upward, his hair
slightly raised as if the boy's head was being thrown upward in the throes
of passion. Nik was barely breathing as his cock threatened him again with
orgasm, responding to both his fist and the sounds from the fucking teens
barely two feet from where he stood.

SQUEEEAAAALLLLLL

Everybody froze; bodies and cocks. Tony froze with his cock frozen deep
within the hungry suction of Tim's quivering asshole. Tim too, with cock,
mid-dangle; though the stream of pre-cum leaking from it's tingling head
surrendered to the gravity, in spite of the immobility of its
wellspring. Nik too froze, hard cock clutched in his bony fingered fist.

But it seemed to be Nik who realized most quickly the position he was
in. It was only a moment that he was distracted by the fading metallic
squeal echoing off of the tiled walls. Here was someone coming into the
bathroom, and there was Nik, trapped in the open, lecherously peering
through the crack in a toilet stall doorway to see the butt fucking on the
other side. Momentarily confused and ashamed of his actions, Nik just stood
there with his precum leaking penis in his hand. His penis ached in protest
as the fuel of his fantasies, this newfound interesting activity, had been
suddenly shut off. It wanted to hear the other boys back at it. It wanted
Nik to steal more glimpses of Tony's hot ass pumping forward into the
jock's hungry hole, or maybe withdrawing and pulling forth more of that
delicious odor to waft about the room. But it really didn't matter what his
cock wanted just then. Nik knew that this had to be Tommy coming into the
bathroom, en route to satisfying his own neglected lust. Yes, Nik regained
his sense of prioritization, and he figured he'd be best in position when
Tommy arrived. But how was he to get there without making noise and
exposing his peeping tom activities to the other boys in the stall? Nik
knew he didn't have time to consider any of that as the first of four
warning taps on the door reverberated, announcing the relative safety of
the identity of the knocker entering into the whole strange foray.

TAP TAP TAP TAP

Nik decided `noise-be-damned' and ran back to Tommy's stall. He ignored the
sounds of his own footsteps on the tiled floor as he moved toward the stall
so that he could quickly position himself on the ovular plastic
seat. Poorly hiding even more noise from his wallet chain, it clinked as he
got into final position in front of the cold water pipes. He could hear
Tommy's footsteps coming closer and the big kid's expensive cross trainers
dragging along the floor, intermittently making a sliding noise, and then
the firm rubber-soled tap of a purposefully taken proper step. Nik's heart
pounded in his chest as he pulled his legs up onto the toilet, clanking the
chain yet again as he crossed them and tucked his feet up under himself. He
feared the noise he was making, praying that the coital interrupted teens
didn't realize that he had been eavesdropping and peeking on them. A hot
flash ran through his head as he moved about, shifting for as much comfort
as possible. It never occurred to him that he should not have been
nervous. After all, this was one of the places in the school where shit
like this happened.

But Nik was beginning to feel nervous and ashamed at his having lustfully
invaded Tony and Tim's privacy. What they were doing was clearly not
forced, though they seemed to play the master and servant role in a
versatile manner, unlike the normal sex within those tiled walls. They were
fucking each other, and each of them wanted to do it. And, what mattered
more to him was that they had been fucking each other for at least some
short period of time. Unexplainably, it brought over him an incredible wash
of self comfort. He couldn't explain it to himself but somehow he connected
with the sex he had so immorally watched. There was the most inexplicable
way that it made him feel; best described to himself as, well...just plain
"good." And that smell? He wanted to smell that smell again, but more
closely next time. Nik was again pissed however; as he realized that he
might have gotten a bit closer if he had only had a few more seconds;
perhaps just another peek through the door. However, he thought, leave it
to Tommy to fuck things up.

"God Damn it smells like sex up in this bitch!" The deliberately loud voice
confirmed for the entire group that Tommy was the new occupant of the
bathroom. "Somebody's gettin' them some muthafuckin A-S-S!" he spelled out
the last word, emphasizing the letters louder and louder, much like his
approaching cross trainers as he continued walking while he spoke. Tommy
had just spoken the last "S" as he arrived at the stall to see Nik's widely
stretched and waiting mouth.

Nik said nothing as he made eye contact with Tommy's big form standing at
the doorway to the stall. Quietly, obediently, he looked up at Tommy's big
hazel eyes, situated below his oddly over-protruding brow. His dark brown
hair had evidently just been shaven within the last week; practically to
the skin, all up the sides of his head, tapering into Frankenstein style
flatness atop his noble bone structure. His whole overall look perfectly
complemented the US Marines t-shirt that clung to his well defined
Pecs. The US Marine Corps motif was Tommy's chosen image, and it was no
secret that Tommy's family had a long history of Marines, dating back to
his great grandfather. It was well known that Tommy too would be happily
screaming "Hoo-rah" within a relatively short time from just then.

Nik didn't know why, but for some odd reason he couldn't help but notice
the recruiting poster look created by owner of the cock he was about to
suck. Nik found himself scanning his eyes across the round Pecs atop
Tommy's gym bodied torso. Uniquely to that encounter, he found himself
looking more closely, trying to imagine the solid midsection that lay
beneath the skin tight t-shirt; a musculature that would be envied by any
guy. He lost track of the moments as he looked through the t-shirt, as if
with x-ray vision, at the taut abs of his flat stomach. Nik followed the
mogul of Tommy's six-pack following the skin tight t-shirt as it
disappeared into the top of Tommy's khaki cargo pants. Nik's acute
attention to detail contributed to his fantasy, adding the body heat that
he imagined separating the lightly hairy flesh of Tommy's smooth stomach
from the soft cotton of the jock's t-shirt. Nik followed the t-shirt down
past the big kid's belt line until he could see the clear outline of
Tommy's already hard cock through the fabric. Involuntarily, Nik licked his
lips, readying himself to give Tommy a cock-sucking like no other he was
probably expecting. He looked up at Tommy, searching for approval to begin
his work on Tommy's prick.

Tommy smiled widely at the obedience Nik was showing. He liked it as Nik's
eyes looked over his body, interpreting it as a sign of respect that the
scrawny little punk would appreciate the perfect-ness of his
physique. Tommy's cock twitched as Nik's eyes fell upon the average sized
dick that trailed down the bigger boy's right leg.

Nik saw the cock twitch under the fabric. He wanted it. He didn't know why,
but he did. Maybe it was the sexuality in the room, maybe it was his
realizations over the last few days, Nik didn't know for sure. But he did
want to suck Tommy's cock. He wanted to fuck Tommy's asshole too. He wanted
to take the bigger pre-marine kid and bend him over a toilet like Tim was
and fuck his sloppy idiot jock asshole.  Nik's mind raced with disgusting
thoughts and desires. His imagination suddenly created the raunchiest of
situations in his mind; things that he had never thought of before. But,
his hopes and dreams of punking Tommy's asshole would be brought to an
abrupt halt. Tommy himself would drag along with it any hope of continued
secrecy of Nik's role as jock bitch from his friend.

"Damn Nik, you look like you're ready to take this fucking cock boy." Tommy
made no attempt to be quiet.

"Shut the fuck up you stupid fucking jock." Nik's angry reply remained only
inside of his head. Tommy would certainly give him a swift punch in the
head had it been otherwise. Instead, he sat there with his mouth opened,
inwardly wanting the military jock to put his dick in his mouth.

"Geeezum Themopolous, you got your fucking cock out and everything." Tommy
taunted Nik. He had unwittingly embarrassed him in the process since, in
his haste to get into position, Nik had forgotten that his nine inch rod
still poked from his open zipper. Unfortunately, it was also made clear to
the butt fucking couple that he was in the room with them. At least he knew
that Tony would piece it all together. "You been beating off to the sounds
of someone getting' some Ass Nik?" the question was rhetorical as Tommy
asked it and then stood there smiling.

Nik wanted him to shut up, but knew he was helpless in front of Tommy. In
desperation, he followed his gut reaction and, as usual, figured the best
approach was to get down to business. He didn't give Tommy any further
chance to talk as he reached out and grabbed the kid's fly. It wasn't clear
to Nik just why, but he really wanted to get this dick in his mouth. Never
before had he felt like he actually 'wanted' to suck someone's cock, but
the sexual foray he'd been peeking in on was waking desires he never knew
he had. Nik projected that energy, running it through the conduit of his
sex drive. He looked back up at Tommy, now standing with arms folded at the
subservient little punk on the toilet and yanked down Tommy's zipper. Nik
anxiously reached inside and quickly finding the opening of Tommy's boxer
shorts. With one hand, Nik surprised himself as he deftly undid the button
on the designer shorts' opening, and allowed Tommy's stiff hefty cock to
poke free. Nik wasted no time pulling the cock into his mouth while he used
a hand to push closed to his own toilet stall.

Almost immediately the butt fucking resumed. Though there was no more
talking, the continual grunting and slapping of crotch to ass cheeks echoed
about the
room. "Mmmph...pant...grunt...slap...mmph...pant...grunt...slap..." the
cycle began to repeat. The butt fuckers had a different rhythm now, a more
desperate rhythm, as if the world was ending, or they might be
interrupted. Mmmph...pant...grunt...slap... again, it cycled. It was
unclear now who was making which noises or grunts, and Nik realized
why. They were fucking their brains out over there; a Goth punk with his
ripe young prick buried deep inside of the twitching asshole of a
jock. This asshole twitched fervently on the backside of a jock that was
supposed to take his pleasure from the other, weaker kid. But Nik knew that
the jock liked the cock in his boy pussy. The term renewed the lust in
Nik's cock, causing it to jerk along the scratchy denim and metal zipper
opening of his jeans.

Tommy, on the other hand, was in heaven. For some reason, the little punk
cocksucker was digging his prick in his face. It always struck Tommy as
convenient that Nik was always accessible. Nik was of course one of the
jock's bitches, owing to some bullshit disagreement that pissed Troy
McHenry off some time before, but Nik just seemed like one of those guys
that could have resisted. At any rate, today the kid was taking his
adolescent prick like a champ and he wasn't about to ruin that. He grabbed
the sides of Nik's head, gently cupping his strong fingers around the kid's
silken black hair. Tommy guided Nik's face in and out, up and down while he
sucked Tommy's cock. The sensation sent intense thrills down Tommy's
fuck-starved cock. His girlfriend's monthly visitor and a lack of cash had
kept him from pumping his load into anybody's mouth for quite some time and
he really appreciated the unexpected vigor at which Nik seemed to be
gobbling up his dick.

Mmmph...pant...grunt...slap, continued to echo about the room. Nik could
swear that that he could smell that delicious smell, but wasn't sure the
hormone laden mucous smell could make it all the way to his
stall. Regardless, his cock responded, jerking in his crotch, telling Nik
how much it enjoyed its ability to peek into the light of day. Nik sucked
harder on the cock in his mouth, enjoying the sensation of Tommy's guiding
hands, not pushing but instead following his head. Nik's warm mouth
slathered spit along the hard flesh poking into his face. The saltiness of
Tommy's body sweat sent shivers through his body, intensifying the
sensations in his cock. Nik could not recall having ever felt so sensual
while he prostituted his mouth for the horny jocks. He reached down and
grabbed his dick, gripping it with clenched fist as he began sliding up and
down.

Tommy looked down and saw Nik's long dick poking out of his jeans. At first
he was annoyed and put off by Nik's exposing his cock to him. Tommy didn't
need to see that shit, he momentarily thought to himself. But then he
noticed the length and size of Nik's cock and, much like Troy had been, was
taken in by the impressive dimensions of his peer's pecker. The
paramilitary jock took in the view below his dominant position. The little
anarchist was rubbing out his own orgasm, while in the process of servicing
him. Tommy thought for a moment that Nik might actually be one of the gay
kids. But he thought again, taking barely a second to consider his past
with Nik. The thought process passed quickly as Tommy realized that,
regardless of motivation or whatever, Nik was sucking his pussy hungry cock
for all he was worth and it didn't matter if the boy's incredibly huge dick
was in his hand. Ultimately, the impression seemed to be enough as Tommy
reached his hands up to grab onto the walls of the stall. Tommy began
pushing his hips forward and further into the vacuum of Nik's mouth. He
gave over and decided to let Nik do whatever he wanted to himself...as long
as he kept up the kickass blow job he was offering up at the moment.

"Oh fuck..." Tony broke the sexual garble with human speech. "I'm gonna
cum."

"Inside" came the single word response.

Nik didn't recognize the voices, so he knew that Tommy would not guess the
identity of the butt fuckers. But Nik knew whose cock was in whose
asshole. The words completed the fantasy that has started earlier, which
had also been so rudely interrupted by Tommy's cocky entrance.  The
slapping noises resumed. Nik imagined Tony's thin frame pounding Tim's
tight asshole. Slap...slap...slap...slap...slap... they came almost on top
of each other as Tony was shooting his cum up Tim's ass.

Nik's own lust responded by sucking Tommy's cock deeply into his throat,
impaling his face onto the football player's crotch. "Aaaooohhhh..." came
another muffled cry from the opposing stall as Nik's mind pictured Tony
jamming his crotch inward again. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." followed that cry in
rhythmic fashion, bring to Nik's mind another shot of Goth cum painting the
inside of jock intestines. Nik's raunchy thoughts caused him to beat his
dick with his right hand as he moved his left hand up to clutch one of
Tommy's rock-like butt cheeks. Slap...slap...slap...slap... the sounds were
becoming much slower as the desperation of the chase gave way to submissive
capture. Tony had found his elusive orgasm hidden deep within Tim's bowels
and he left his mark on Tim's tender insides. Nik grabbed tightly onto
Tommy's ass, pulling the boy's body into his face.

Tommy lost his balance, but held fast to the walls of the stall. His body
arched forward, hanging from the wall, feet tipped forward onto his
toes. Tommy's body hung helplessly caught in Nik's death clutch as the
skinny punk pulled the hanging body close to his face and sucked is horny
dick as deeply into his throat as he could. He could feel the Nik's long
skinny fingers massaging his muscular gluteus, grazing his little pinky
occasionally between his ass cheeks. A few twitches of his virgin asshole
signaled that the lustful massage was not entirely unwelcome, and Tommy
consciously allowed the amazing pleasure to continue; and he allowed Nik to
get lost in his own pheromone responses.

The sound of crotch upon ass, smacking flesh upon flesh, refreshing the
wonderful scent of cock and asshole about the room; it was the final road
to culmination for Nik and Tommy both. Nik came first, shooting a long
thick stream upward and onto Tommy's leg. But Tommy was oblivious as his
rock hard cock began oozing its thick cum gel into Nik's mouth. The gritty
taste and odor of concentrated cum wafted directly into Nik's nose,
drowning out the much more pleasant newly discovered smell of freshly
fucked asshole. Nik shot a second long stream of cum onto Tommy's leg, but
continued face fucking Tommy's cock as he did. Nik was almost oblivious to
his own orgasm, shooting cum but concentrating instead on slapping his own
face against the hair of Tommy's crotch. He was licking and sucking the
boy's horny dick as if some part of his existence depended on it. He
hungrily slopped up the gelatinous goo from Tommy's dick and prepared for
the second globule that was certain to come forth. Meanwhile, Nik's own
cock had shot a third smaller shot of his own cum, followed by a fourth
which oozed out of his mushroom piss slit and down onto his jerking
hand. Tommy had one more surprise for Nik as the ultra excited situation
generated an additional but rare third glob of cum for Nik to swallow. And
Nik did so with the same reckless abandon that his butt fucking peers had
shown just before. Nik lapped up the thick disgusting cum from Tommy's
cock, looking up at Tommy as he did. He made eye contact with Tommy as he
swallowed the slime and licked his lips with a smile. Tommy smiled a
confused smile at Nik, but decided to concentrate on his post orgasmic
bliss instead. As he and Nik recovered from their orgasms, they could hear
the sounds of the butt fucking pair panting along with them in the other
stall. The breathing of four spent teens echoed about the room, mingling
with the stench of spit and cum and the juices that come from fucking an
asshole. Each of them tried to catch their breath in their respective
situations.

Tommy stood there in his own situation, stunned, as his head hung limply
between his outstretched arms, still clutching the walls of the toilet
stall. His still hard cock hung outward in front of him, pointing toward
Nik's face and bobbing in time with his heartbeat. Tommy smiled down at
Nik, who continued to smile deviously back. But they did not think the same
thoughts. No, Tommy's thoughts were of domination and subservience, and of
the satisfaction that this little faggot punk had done exactly what he was
told; exactly what he existed to do for him. Nik, on the other hand, felt
sexually satisfied. The whole sexual thing that had just transpired had
been exciting beyond his wildest expectations. Nothing about it had been
abusive but, rather, it had actually been wholly erotic and sensual. But,
despite Nik's sense of peace, Tommy would not let anyone enjoy the tender
moment.

"Damn Nik, thanks." Tommy again, to Nik's dismay, spoke loud enough for the
whole room to hear. "Some times I could swear to god that you like this
shit. I almost wanted to piss on you again, and then fuck your face."
Tommy's face became a bit of a sneer as he began tucking his softening dick
back into his underpants and zipped up his khakis. "Oops, I almost forgot
Count Fagula..."

"Tommy, please...no" Nik barely whispered the words as he offered up a
pleading look to Tommy. He glanced his eyes toward the other occupied
stall, hoping Tommy would get the idea of his embarrassment, and allow him
to forego his request. He could see that Tommy got the idea, but Tommy's
reaction was not was he had hoped."

"What...you worried about them?" Tommy made no effort to hide his
comments. "Dude, it don't matter who the fuck is over there. They know the
deal bitch. Now let's get to it." He cupped his hand around his cock,
holding it like it was a hot dog bun in the direction of Nik's
face. Tommy's voice took on a baby talk demeanor. "C'mon...c'mon...give us
a little kiss..."

Nik leaned in; far less enthused about his actions than he was a scant few
minutes earlier. He darted his tongue out to touch Tommy's cock, pulling it
back in as quickly as any frog catching a fly. Nik followed his reptilian
action with a small peck from his skinny lips and recited Troy's
mantra. "Thank you Tommy for teaching me that it is my mouth and not you
that is a pussy. I realize that my pussy is here to give you pleasure. I
now know that my purpose until the end of high school is to be your bitch."
Nik pecked at Tommy's flaccid dick one last time. "Thank you Tommy for
letting me suck your dick."

SLAP...

Tommy gave Nik a semi-painful reminder of his place. "Ya know, you got a
real fucking attitude Nik. And that was some pretty good head today too. I
just don't get you." And, with that ignorant combination of humiliation,
Tommy zipped up his fly and turned his back to Nik. Within seconds he had
stepped his way across the toilet section, stopping at the other occupied
stall. Nik could hear him as he tapped menacingly on the other occupied
door and uttered some sarcastic thanks for the sound effects they'd
offered; almost as if they were having sex for his enjoyment. But,
thankfully, Tommy kept right on moving as he spoke and before long the
outer door hinge's squeal left the remaining three occupants alone in the
bathroom.

Nik just sat there, totally blown away. How much fucking crazier could this
day fucking get for him, he thought to himself. Everything he tried to
accomplish had failed. Even though, he considered also that everything that
failed had also ended up to be some comparatively much more enjoyable
experience than he had originally planned. Of course Nik did not miss his
positive irony. But, overall, he couldn't count on this `strange luck' to
save him ultimate set of goals. Not the least of which was Tony, who could
not possibly have missed their conversation. His secret was out. And,
intermingled with Tony's clearly gay encounter with Tim, Nik's excuses of
"...doing it all to save his friends..." sounded less reasonable somehow,
even to himself.

But it also occurred to Nik that he had just witnessed his best friend
punking the asshole of a more than willing jock. This really upset the
social status quo, as it were. It really confused him to think that it was
mutual enjoyment, obviously lacking the typical duress inherent in the sex
in that bathroom. But then again, he himself had just sucked on a rather
impressive cock, in a rather impressive fashion, having been hormonally
driven by the sights, sounds and smells of the morning sex. And Nik didn't
call himself gay. He supposed that they were all just acting out purely
hormonal fantasies. Even though Tommy just wanted a warm mouth wrapped
around his dick, Nik knew that his own sexual appetite was certainly driven
by this current situation. Nik actually felt overall personal
satisfaction. He didn't even allow himself to feel bad about it. Instead,
he basked in it, enjoying the sensation...oblivious now to even the mere
notion of History class or his now likely detention. His larger problem was
getting out of the bathroom, he thought, but Tony and Tim would ease the
task for him.

The sound of belt buckles kept Nik frozen in his position. Again, there he
sat with his dick in his hand and the door to his toilet standing wide
open. He knew that in only moments that Tony would leave the stall, and he
and Tim would come back and make his humiliation complete. Nik's heartbeat
crashed in his ears, easily drowning out the sounds of shuffling clothing
across the way. His mind raced at what he might say as he heard the
metallic clicks of the other boys' lock. Perhaps he should put his cock
away at least, he thought. But he did not. He sat there, waiting for Tony
and Tim to come back and see him and, thus, put away all doubt that he was
a cocksucking faggot slut. Now, even his friend Tony would taunt him for
being some subservient cum lapper. He began to feel his self esteem drive
deep inside, hiding away. Strangely though, his penis swelled somewhat,
still gripped tightly in Nik's cum covered hand. But, just as had happened
in their chance encounter before coming into the bathroom, Tony would
provide his reprieve from the situation.

All but for a brief whisper, so inaudible as to be indecipherable, the boys
quietly shuffled out of their toilet stall. Nik exhaled in relief as the
footsteps became more distant and faded until he could hear water
running. Shortly after came the sound of a squealing hinge and, once again,
Nik sat alone with his thoughts.

"Man oh man..." Nik spoke the words aloud as he pulled his feet up and out
from under his legs. He winced in pain as his knees ungratefully complained
with aching tugs while on their way to their preferred ninety degree
angle. "That was some crazy frigging shit man." Nik wondered to himself,
posing the same question that seemed so much harder for him only a day
before. It had even evolved from "Am I really enjoying this?" to "Why am I
enjoying it as much as I do?" It implied to him that now he was, at least
in some small way, accepting that any of the behavior was acceptable, on
any level. Nik couldn't think of any of that just then. He looked at his
watch, barely enough time to work on the assignment for
Jack-Off-Your-Son. It wouldn't get done, but it might get him closer to his
loss-cutting goal of avoiding detention.

Nik stood against the further complaint of his knees. His hips and lower
back chimed in, not at all helping the already present aching agony which
spread down from his mind. Life had thrust so much upon him, and in such a
short time. Nik rotated the trunk of his body, bending his knees and
raising them toward his chest a few times. After placating his musculature,
he moved out and headed toward the sinks. Most of his cum had gone
unnoticed upon Tommy's pant leg, so cleanup was a quick task. Thankfully,
he thought, he might just get out of this whole detention thing after
all. "Too bad Troy..." Nik thought to himself. "...looks like me and old
Jack-Off-Your-Son won't be sixty-nining on anybody's desk today." Nik,
though unconsciously emphasizing the word "today" in his thought, he smiled
at his wit and, in his own mind, mused at psychological reality of his
victory over Troy's degrading comment. He would beat this detention after
all.

But there's a funny thing about reality. If someone doesn't actually know
something, then they don't know that they don't know it, do they? This is
the essence of naïve. And it is the naïve that become the food of the
dominant. Nik was a country boy who attended a city school. His parents
thought the education would be better than the agriculturally centered
educational agenda of the alternative. It's most likely that nobody gambled
on the education that all of these boys were getting, not the least of
which was Nik.


**************************** REWIND FOUR HOURS ****************************


Larry Jacobsen rolled over in bed, struggling to open his eyes. Jesus, he
thought, he hadn't gotten that drunk on a school night in a hell of a long
time. He fought against the glue that formed in the corners of his eyes and
forced his eyelids opened, only to snap them closed again at the unwelcome
intrusion of the sunrise. He chided himself again at what a stupid fucking
idea it was to position his bed to wake with the sunrise, glaring right in
his face. But, after repeating his morning complaint routine, he once again
began to make out the pretty red outline on the horizon which was visible
through the large window across the room. And, once again, he remembered
why his bed was situated so. A brief stretch of his still waking muscles
against his 1200 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets reminded him that his
ass was bare. His bare ass then reminded him of his little prize downstairs
in his playroom. Not to be too distracted from that joyous remembrance, he
was simultaneously reminded of his need to take a raging piss. Electing
that as just as good a reason as any to rise, he righted himself in the bed
and pulled his feet onto the floor.

Larry rubbed his eyes, trying to focus on the clock through the blur of
redistributing fluids across his eyeballs. It was still early, about 6:50am
on a Friday morning. Thank god it was Friday, he thought. Larry stood in
front of his bed, stretching his arms widely, as if he were in slow motion,
throwing the blood outward into his extremities. Satisfied, he absently
scratched the light fur of his chest, continuing the refreshingly light
abrasion of his fingernails down through his treasure trail. Larry
routinely finished the morning's exercise with the typical scratching of
bushy brown pubes, and a gratuitous juggling of his balls. Passing on the
optional piss hardon massage, he grabbed the closest pair of what appeared
to be quite the collection of discarded briefs lying around the
floor. Selecting a pair that appeared clean, purely by their comparatively
`more white than the others' rationale, he pulled them up over his long
legs and letting them come to just about half way up his six foot two
frame.

His piss hardon caught on the seams of his tented briefs as he shifted the
cotton fabric across his hairy ass. He wasn't the biggest guy on earth,
being granted only modest adult male proportions. Larry knew he was
`average' more than anything, but above average sexually. Yes, sexually, he
was way above average, and he reminded himself of it often. Of course, with
Larry, everything ultimately boiled down to sex...raw animal sex. Last
night had been no exception and, uniquely for him, it had turned out to be
one raucous good time. His penis showed signs that it agreed it was a
mutual recollection. The waistband of his briefs snapped against his skin
as he finally achieved a more form fitting position, Larry stopped for a
moment, pondering a thought before walking out of his bedroom and down the
hall.

Finding himself smiling, and ignoring the cries of his nearly bursting
bladder, he passed right by the bathroom door and headed toward the living
room. His heavy cock bobbed in his briefs, adding a pleasant sensation to
the fat head as it rubbed on his underwear. Purposefully, he marched
through the living room and approached the electronic-combination locked
door that led to the basement. Larry punched in the seven digit code and
was rewarded with the familiar click of the disengaging locking
mechanism. Absentmindedly scratching his balls, he flicked on the light,
and began walking down the carpeted stairs. Normally, the basement would be
cold, empty and silent. The cold empty silence was a foreboding sign to any
who may be entering the place for the first time. It had been so the
evening before.

But the elevated heat was the first indication that it was not so on this
particular day. And, as he reached the bottom of the stairs, the gentle
snoring in the distance provided the second reminder of the enduring
presence of his previous evening's guest. At the far end of the room, the
shadowy pretzel like shape of a boy lay on a dirty plastic mattress
cover. The stench from puddles of fluids filled the room. The smells of
piss, spit, grease, silicon, rubber, latex, leather, cum and all of the
other disgusting scents of debauched pig sex littered the air. Empty beer
cans and liquor bottles were strewn about the floor, falsely indicating
that it might have been six or seven guys that created it. But it had only
been Larry and this kid, this sexually starved master and this deviant
young pig. He couldn't even remember the kid's name, he couldn't remember
if the kid even had a name, though he was sure that every mother gave them
out at birth as some matter of course. Larry thought about how often he had
stripped away their names as easily as their clothes; as easily as their
dignity; as easily as their innocence. Larry only remembered them as
"Bitch" or "Slave" or "Vermin" or whatever else Larry's lust chooses to
name them in the moment. They existed to serve him, and to give
satisfaction to his cock, and to drink in his bodily fluids as their
nourishment. And here was another one, more easily taken than the others,
but serving much farther above and beyond the call of duty.

Larry kicked a few cans around, clearing a path for him to walk. A rolling
schnapps bottle made a much louder sound, causing an interruption to his
captive's slumber and causing him to stir as he lay there, bound and
helpless on the disgusting bedding. Larry stopped at the edge of the
plastic covered mattress and looked down on the blindfolded and manacled
form of the boy lying upon it. The darkness belied the boy's light sandy
colored hair, making it appear darker in the shadow created by Larry's
looming body. Once thick and generously cut and styled just below his ears,
it was currently matted in various contorted shapes, fused by a combination
of urine, liquor and the copious amount of residual hair gel that (for
`some' reason, thought Larry) the kid thought might make him more
attractive to the dominant master he was chatting with online. It struck
Larry as ironic that the boy could be so naïve and so willing all at the
same time, and this kid fueled that irony with his combination of sheer
ignorance and youthful libidinous drive. But, no matter the cocky college
kid's motivation, he served his fleshy purpose.

Larry scanned the boy's subdued body, taking in the falsely lamp baked
brown hue of his skin, noting the slight redness here and there from the
manacles, and his paddle. He looked carefully at the boy's wrists and
ankles, locked within a long pair of metal strips, bent in such a way as to
make four round holes running along its length. Into each of the end holes
were situated his ankles. The kid's arms were affixed to the two remaining
holes at the wrists, causing his knees to bend. He could see that the boy
chose to pivot his legs outward, and his knees to bend outward, much like a
set of arms, akimbo. Each of the holes had been lined with sheepskin,
allowing the boy some merciful comfort and protection from the heavy steel
strips binding his extremities. At the end of the metal device, there was a
hole wherein Larry had affixed a large heavy padlock.

As the master looked upon his vermin, he once again saw the shape of the
pretzel. He carefully appreciated the pattern of the welts and bruises,
noting how clearly they indicated that they were inflicted after he had
been bound. Larry could still hear the boy begging to be hit again and
again, never once uttering the safe word that would have brought him
mercy. A hunger began to stir in Larry's cock as he viewed his slave. He
could see the captive's white blindfold which had been yellowed by piss
very early on in their encounter, and which had been re-dyed by Larry's
bladder several other shades of yellow throughout the night. Blues and
greens painted still other forms of the cocky shit-talking baseball player
he had met online. Larry's mind suddenly flashed with a short home video of
himself pouring the sour apple schnapps all over the boy's asshole and
licking it clean. He stood there for a moment, recalling the blue schnapps
portion of the fun. Larry was lubricating his cock and fucking the boy with
it. When the schnapps would dry, he would remove his cock and have the boy
lick the liquor from his dick. Lather, rinse, and repeat, Larry smiled as
he thought on the events.

He stood there for a moment, estimating his great luck at finding such a
willing slave bitch online. At first the kid couldn't seem to get enough of
himself, almost in love with his own stereotypical narcissistic youthful
image. It was like he was all high and mighty because he led his team in
home runs last year? "Big fucking deal kid, you go to a community
college. Talk to me when you're in the Game bitch." Larry recalled
thinking. But, instead, he chatted back something more like "Damn dawg, you
fucking rock that team." Larry could really feed the egos of these young
guys, knowing fully that their egos also held the keys to their homosexual
chastity belts. "If it weren't for you, that fucking team would fall
apart. If any of them tell you different, you should put them on their
knees and jam your cock in their mouth and show `em who's the man!" Larry
recalled the path he took into the kid's initially locked drawers.

But the kid replied precisely as expected. "Ewww, that's fucking gay man."
Came the predicted response, exactly as the other guy hoped. After all,
they were in a gay chat room. "I'm more likely to jack the motherfucker
up." The kid would continue the predictable path.

Larry had him where he wanted him. "Oh geez, are you some fucking coward or
something? Are you afraid of putting some bitch in their place? Let me tell
you kid..." he was always sure to emphasize the word `kid' in his
comments. "...when you shoot your shit into some cocky bastard's mouth,
right in front of the whole fucking team, NOBODY think's you're a fag!"
Larry knew his reverse psychology would work. His comments always made the
kid on the other end of the chat empathize with the `bitch' and not the
dominance. That's just how it worked. It would have been just as easy for
him to make the kid the master, had that been what Larry was into. But,
instead, he wanted someone to make his own bitch instead, and this kid was
sure fitting the bill up to then.

"Really?" the kid's reply could only mean genuine curiosity. "What about
the kid, what if he doesn't want to suck somebody's dick, or acts like he
doesn't?

"C'mon kid, once the cock is in his mouth, he wants it." Larry's typed tone
was trying to convey a matter of fact quality. "Look at you; you're a jock,
on top of your game. But if I punked your mouth right now, nobody would
think I was a faggot."

"But, I wouldn't like it if you put your cock in my mouth." The kid thought
he had this guy over a barrel.

"Have you ever had a cock in your mouth?" Larry's plan could not be more on
track.

"Well, no but I haven't had one up my asshole either, and I know I don't
want that." The cold tone of the kid's retort was confusing. It left his
dominant chat partner confused for a moment, before inadvertently jumping
Larry's plan forward. "I guess I won't know if I'd like it until I try it."

"Yeah, but you can't plan it." Larry took full advantage of this great leap
forward in his timeline. "You need someone to punk your ass. It can't be
all nice-nice like some friendly college bud. You need a man, a real man, a
big strong daddy to clap you in irons and fuck that virgin asshole." Larry
heaped on raunchy comment after raunchy comment, going all at once for his
own home run with the arrogant baseball player. "Let yourself be bound and
raped by a real leather master. Turn up your little jock pussy and open
that cocky fucking mouth, and let a MAN fill you with piss and sperm and
anything else he fucking wants to.

"Wow" the kid replied, seemingly shocked.

Larry knew this was the moment of truth. He waited, not replying to the one
word comment. The next comment would tell him...it would either go his way
or it would not.

"So, you're into that kind of stuff?"

SCORE!!! Thought Larry.

He had really thought it was going to end up the usual webcam encounter,
and that he'd be jerking off to another random straight kid's cock beating
in flicker framed pseudo real-time. That was how it usually went for him.
Most were easy prey to his reverse psychology and could as easily be talked
into jerking off for him on webcam. There is just this something about high
school boys liking to jerk off for older guys online. Nobody knows why,
they just got off on the fantasy of some old fag and a no-strings-attached
blow job. But, like so many other fantasies, it was only good for
cock-jerking purposes and would rarely ever be something actually acted
out. In the end, Larry had no idea why, but always remembered to thank the
great god of technology in the sky for making it so.

But once in awhile, like last night, he got especially lucky. Once in
awhile Larry took the reigns and started questioning the kid's daring and
courage. Some guys were so into themselves, so in love with themselves,
that Larry could vicariously re-project it onto his dominant
demeanor. Simply question their manliness, get them talking about chicks,
wait until they are horned up, and then talk them into jerking off. Once
their dicks are hard, Larry's smooth chat game would have them unwittingly
playing a truth-or-dare style talking game.

Before long, his Masters degree would once again pay off and the kid was
willing to do pretty much anything Larry told him to. Too much education
isn't always a bad thing for Larry's world, and he often used his knowledge
for selfish deviance, instead of altruistic good. Thus, before long, if he
was lucky, some college punk would beg to come to his house for Larry's
brand of punishment.

This kid was much like the rest of the latter group, albeit more willing to
rise to the level of "pig." Though still a teenager, this boy seemed to
have experience. He was a college boy, exposed to the cultures of the
nation, and in some cases the world. Still though, he wasn't actually as
desirable to Larry as the youngsters he taught at school. This slave would
serve out of more willingness than fear, as opposed to the same encounter
with a high school teenager. Just as well, he thought, since Larry had been
especially horny the night before and no high school kid could have taken
what this kid went through. For though Larry would never hurt his slaves,
he would not tolerate disobedience; and, for this reason, Larry had one
rule: "You can use the safe word three times, and then you're gone
forever. I won't even want to know your name." And this boy took it all
like a trooper, begging for his beating until he cried, pleading for more
when Larry himself needed a break.

As Larry's eyes adjusted, he could see the welts even more clearly on the
kid's body. He smiled, remembering how the boy begged to be swatted again
and again with the strap. "This is good vermin." he thought. "I'll get good
mileage out of this pig."

"Is that you sir?" the boy dared to break Larry's contemplation.

"Yes vermin, it's me." Larry reached inside of his briefs. His cock was
suddenly becoming sexually excited, confusing itself as to the purpose of
its erection. Larry had not expected the boy to remain so subservient after
the night of S&M he'd just endured. Most of the pussy college punks
couldn't take that kind of abuse. "Are you a thirsty little piggy this
morning?"

The boy hesitated. "Yes sir, but may I go pee first?"

"Sure, you can go ahead and pee first. I'll wait." Larry spoke his reply,
and then stood there, not moving.

"Well sir?"

"Well, what are you waiting for, go ahead and piss." Larry sounded
impatient.

"But..." the boy's meek reply was not allowed to finish.

"You blew it, I'm going first." Larry squatted down near the boy's head,
pressing his hairy knees downward. He didn't seem to notice as cold urine,
still lingering from the night before, ran down into the depression his
knees formed on the mattress. His disruption of the kid's sleeping surface
caused the boy to roll onto his back, his manacled arms and legs forced
involuntarily upward. As he rolled onto his back, Larry placed his head
between his thighs allowing it to come to rest in a puddle of cold
piss. Despite that, the exposure of the kid's bruised and battered asshole
allowed a cool breeze to fleet past the tender flesh protruding from his
rectum, and his body noticeably relaxed a bit. The cold piss puddle
splashed about the captive's head as Larry moved himself into position and
opened the blindfolded kid's mouth. "I'm going to piss in your toilet
now. Are you ready?" But he did not wait for a reply as he released his
internal blockade and allowed his bladder to blast forth its contents.

The boy did not hesitate, and quickly got the idea as to what was expected
of him. He opened his esophagus just in time to receive Larry's piss. The
kid swallowed the golden liquid almost as fast as Larry could piss it out,
gulping the tart fluid down his throat as quickly as possible. Small trails
of yellow ran from the edges of his mouth in between gulps as he sucked at
the nectar he so obviously craved from the man's piss slit. For nearly a
minute and a half Larry forced the urine through the contraction of his
sphincter muscle, pushing his waste liquid into the manacled college
baseball star's throat. The boy dutifully drank the liquid, lapping at the
taste he found so delicious until the stream finally began to subside. His
tongue flicked at Larry's cock, as if to beg it to squeeze out just one or
two more tangy drops of pee for him. His blindfolded eyes searched about,
his tongue equally blinded as it darted about seeking Larry's cock, and not
realizing that it had been selfishly pulled away from the boy's remaining
thirst. The vermin hoped his behavior would grant him permission to pee. It
would; that and more.

"May I go pee now sir?" the boy asked, still blindfolded.

"No." Larry's tone was short as he reached down and grabbed the blindfold,
ripping it free from the kid's face. "Bobby" he thought to himself, oddly
remembering the slave's name, but just as quickly discarding the memory as
he stood up.

The kid squinted against the ultra whiteness of light that emanated from
the single energy saver bulb illuminating the room. It took him a few
seconds to focus, but he could hear the sound of cans and bottles being
moved about in the room and the blurry form of his master moving from
behind his head to the foot of the bed. As his vision returned, he could
see that Larry had repositioned himself just below his butt. He knew what
was going to happen, and he prepared himself for what he wanted from his
master by lifting his aching arms and legs into a more accessible
position. This was a good piece of white trash who knew his place. He would
not make his master wait for his pleasure.

"Oh daddy. Are you gonna fuck me daddy?" Bobby looked down, catching sight
of the morning sand still in the corner of the big man's right eye. "Are
you gonna fuck my cunt with your big dick again daddy?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you bitch, now shut the fuck up." Larry hated that
the kid talked so fucking much. He would much prefer someone who fought
back a little. But, just the same, he wanted to fuck this faggot's pussy so
he could go and get ready for work.

Larry showed no mercy as he roughly grabbed onto the metal wrist and ankle
brace with a yank, strongly holding Bobby in place with a single hand. He
placed his fat cockhead firmly against the crimson red skin of Bobby's
swollen pussy pucker, pushing against the dry skin of the hole. Larry
enjoyed the pain on his tender cock head pulling against the taut flesh of
the kid's pussy. The friction was too great however, and Bobby's asshole
involuntarily clutched tightly closed against the pain of Larry's dry
fucking. This did nothing to please Larry however. In one fell motion, he
slid his cock backward as he reached down and punched Bobby's asshole as
hard as he could. Bobby's ass shot upward from the pain as it shot through
his prostate and up into his tailbone. Larry glared at Bobby and then
repositioned his dry cockhead against Bobby's hole, once again pushing
forward against the dryness of the raw flesh. He could feel Bobby
struggling to release the pressure of his sphincter while still dealing
with the pain. Just then Larry's cock began letting another warm stream of
urine splash against Bobby's ass. The short blast of hot piss was enough to
relax Bobby's overused orifice and allow enough lubrication for Larry's
morning wood to come inside. And with little further friction, Larry shoved
his fat dick inside of his captive.

Larry didn't waste any time as he began ramming his hungry cock into the
baseball player's cunt. He held onto the metal restraint which
incapacitated his fuck punk and used it to allow greater access to his
asshole. Larry could feel the sweat already beginning to form under the
dark brown matte of chest hair on his muscular upper torso, some droplets
running downward over his neglected abs and onto the base of his veiny
prick as it hammered into Bobby's baseball playing ass. He pounded the
kid's hole again and again, slapping crotch hair off of ass cheeks over and
over, sliding his dick in and out of the kid as he begged for more and
more.

"Oh god, fuck me...fuck me..." Bobby was chanting his cry of delight at the
big man fucking the hell out of him. He massaged the master's cock as it
fucked his ass, pulling tightly on his rectum as he pulled out, but
completely relaxing the muscles and allowing the invading battering ram to
enter unopposed. "Oh yes master, fuck my worthless cunt master, please
yourself with my pussy sir." Bobby spewed out the filth from his mouth,
spitting saliva and bits of residual piss as he yelled his obedience in the
basement playroom.

"That's right vermin, you know your place." Larry was not impressed with
the bitch's words. He would take want he wanted from the kid's ass without
the kid asking. Still, however, it was always erotic when they begged for
his prick. He decided to reward the boy. "Now, go ahead and piss."

"Now sir, while you're fucking me sir?" Bobby's response showed even moreso
that he knew he place. "Thank you sir!" he said as he closed his eyes and
laid his head back, again placing it into the puddle of piss. He lay there
for a moment or two, still feeling Master Larry's non-stop marauding of
cock to college-punk-pussy, and then began to piss. At first, the flow was
slow. But soon his prostate rejected its own pleasure and opened the locks,
allowing his urine to pass. Soon he could feel the familiar shiver run up
his spine as his bladder thanked him.

Larry's cock swelled even more as he smelled the piss escaping the slut's
cock, even more than the sight of it. He pumped a bit faster and lengthened
his stroke on the boy. He allowed the full length of his cock to leave the
kid's gaping asshole, and then rammed it back inside until his pubic hair
ground deeply into the battle worn skin of the kid's anus. Larry reached
down and grabbed the boy's flaccid fire hose, choosing to redirect the flow
of his pee. He aimed it upward toward Bobby's face, causing the boy to
obediently open his mouth to catch the fluid. Larry watched as some of the
piss was swallowed, while the rest ran down over the kid's twinky smooth
skin. He enjoyed watching the kid piss on himself, on command, while the
high school teacher fucked the living shit out of his cocky punk asshole.

Larry was coming close to orgasm. He redoubled his power-fucking, and
allowed Bobby's still pissing cock to drop back onto his stomach. Larry
jammed his fat dick deep up inside of his slave's guts, each thrust pumping
more flow from Bobby's cock. He pushed forward against the innards that
rejected his full insertion, gyrating his hips around to find that special
spot that would let him in even further. Once he found it, he pushed even
farther inside of Bobby's bowels, burrowing himself deeply into his
interior. Once his groin was nestled deep inside the nest, Larry's snake
prepared to lay its eggs.

"I'm gonna pump my cum in your fucking pussy there baseball boy." Larry
sneered the words at the kid as he fucked his cock into the kid's raw
hole. "Tell me you want my cum way up inside your cunt bitch."

"Yes master, please give it to me." Bobby's red faced replied made his
sincerity very clear.

"Give you what boy?"

"Give me your cum daddy, give me your hot fucking cum." Bobby was pulling
his arms and legs against Larry's grip on his bindings flailing his head
about as he begged out the words. He showed that he really wanted Larry's
cum inside of him. "Shoot your seed way deep up in me daddy, shoot that cum
in my cunt."

"Yeah boy, here it comes..." Larry's eyes snapped shut as the first wave of
orgasm shot through his balls. "Get ready bitch, open that fucking pussy up
for me baby."

At that moment, Larry started convulsing at the hips. He jerked back and
forth as his fat dick shot stream after stream of jisum into his slave's
asshole. Larry's fucking turned into sheer pounding, abusive almost to the
point of injury as he took his pleasure on the boy's cunt as far as Bobby
would let him. But, again, the boy would choose to take his punishment, and
not utter the safe word. Instead, Larry pushed even farther, hammering his
cock deep inside, holding it in as far as he could momentarily long enough
to shoot cum as deeply as possible, and then removing it to continue
fucking his orgasm out of the kid's slippery hole. Again and again he
rammed his mucous covered cock into the slippery asshole that held his
dick. The kid's warm anal lubricating mucous formed a sensual mixture
across which Larry's prick now rode, mingling with his cum to become as
slippery as silicone.

Before long, only a few trickles remained and then Larry was finished. He
pulled his quickly softening cock out of Bobby's gaping hole, pausing a
moment to see the fruits of his labor. The boy looked so exhausted he
thought, as he noticed that the kid's hole just remained opened, instead of
closing in relief from its attacker's withdrawal.

Larry stood up from the mattress. He reached to pull up his underwear, but
noticed that they had ended up lying in a puddle of piss. "Hey Vermin,..."
he addressed the freshly used slave, cum now dripping noticeably from its
asshole. Larry could see the contrast of milky white semen against the beet
red backdrop of overused asshole flesh. "...are you staying or leaving?"
Larry made no pretense of his intentions with this young punk, nor did he
offer any pretense with any of the young punks he found to play with.

"I have class today sir."

"So what the fuck does that mean?" Larry was immediately impatient.

"I'm staying sir."

"Good, but you really need to smarten up." Larry looked about, refocusing
on his underpants in the puddle of old urine. He reached down and picked up
the soiled underpants and without even draining them, he moved around the
Bobby's body and stuffed the sopping underpants into his mouth. Bobby did
not resist at all as the urine ran into his nose and throat, both gagging
him and causing his eyes to tear in response.  But Larry didn't care as he
quickly moved toward the wall and grabbed a key. "Here ya go..." he said,
walking back toward Bobby and clicking loose the heavy padlock. "You have
five minutes to get a shower, and then get into the kitchen and make me
some breakfast. Make yourself some too but, just so you know, you eat only
when I tell you to eat. Got that?" Larry continued moving about as he spoke
to his newfound plaything, fumbling through some chains in another
cabinet. He emerged from the black wooden doors carrying a long silver
chain with four sets of cuffs attached. "Here, put these on." He said as he
dropped the manacles into another puddle of piss.

"Yes sir." Bobby mumbled through the piss soaked underwear while gently
rubbing his arms and legs. His movement was slow, having been manacled all
evening, and then jerked about as he had been subjected to another brutal
ass fucking only minutes earlier.

"After breakfast, we'll cover your chores for the day too." Larry began
walking toward the steps, no longer paying attention to Bobby as much as
simply talking in his general direction. "Oh, and I don't like all that
fucking hair, so you might want to think about how you'll feel if I cut it
off." Larry's head was already rising out of view as he spoke and walked up
the stairs, leaving Bobby alone in the playroom.

"Yes sir." Bobby mumbled again, this time to an empty room. He struggled to
his feet, fighting against the atrophy in his muscles. He'd never been
bound before, well at least not placed that way and forced to be there all
night. But he did know that he liked what was happening. He'd do anything
for this man, as long as he kept calling him names like `white trash' and
`cocky little slut' and he especially liked `little baseball star faggot.'
He didn't know why, but he figured he didn't want to fuck up a good
thing. Despite the pain in his joints, he rose and began the painful trek
up the stairs to the bathroom. And even though he was not `not' enjoying
the stale urine leaking from his gag, Breakfast was starting to sound
really good to him.

Larry walked into his bedroom, thinking of breakfast. He looked down at the
glossy texture that coated his soft cock. Man that kid's got a hot fucking
cunt on him, thought Larry as he headed to his dresser. He pulled t-shirt
from the drawer, and then closed it to open another from which he pulled a
pair of black socks. Closing that drawer, in deference to yet a third,
Larry reached for a pair of boxer briefs. But just then he could hear the
sound of the hot water coming on in his bathroom, and was reminded of the
hot young piece of ass that was standing under it. No, he'd need to wear
one of his specially made jock straps today. Just knowing that he would
have this hungry fuck pig waiting for him when he got him made his cock
twitch, and he knew that he'd never make it all day around all those hot
fucking students in standard undies. Giving himself over to safety, he
opened yet a fourth drawer and began looking through his selection of jock
straps. Choosing a nice white model, complete with one of his multi layer
absorbent liners, he turned toward back to his bedroom door and headed
toward the bathroom.

Bobby turned as Larry entered the bathroom, startled but not surprised as
his master moved about freely in his own home. He was not hidden at all by
Larry's see-through shower curtain, and Larry took a moment to take in the
boy's hot form one last time before work. He could see the glint of the
silver chains that connected the two handcuffs with the two ankle-cuffs,
allowing his vermin only enough range of movement to do as he was told.
Seeing his captive obediently self-manacled, and now showering for his
master's selection of when to dirty him up again would be a mistake that
would shorten the time he would have for breakfast. Once again, the
master's cock began to rise. Larry moved toward the shower, reaching for
the curtain.

Meanwhile, Bobby watches his master approach, and he knew what was to
happen. He quickly reached for a bar of soap and began lathering it up in
his hands. Bobby reached his left hand around behind him as Larry stepped
his right foot into the shower. He lathered up his already tender hole,
feeling the burning sensation of the soap against the micro abrasions of
his rectum. But with his right hand, he grabbed Larry's lengthening cock as
the man stepped fully into the same space with him. Wordlessly, Bobby
turned around; he placed his hands on the wall and prepared himself to
serve up his ass once again for his master's pleasure. This was a good
master, a dominant master who knew what he wanted...and took it. He would
do his best to please this man.



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Nik splashed the water on his face, feeling the chill as it ran down his
cheeks and onto his neck. Just when he thought things could absolutely not
get any weirder, this whole thing had to go and happen. All he wanted to
do, Nik thought as he looked at the droplets of waters clinging to his
reflection in the mirror above the sink, was avoid some fucking
detention. Instead, life was sticking him in some of the craziest of
situations he'd ever been in, and doing it to him over and over. It might
have been more easily digested by his various realms of consciousness had
the situations been more varied. Maybe if he'd happened upon something that
required his heroism, or perhaps even something that gave him a lesson in
life in general, he might be able to move along in the due course of his
existence unaware of the experiences. But no, these things were all purely
sexual. The rest of his life had gone along as normal. But, suddenly,
experience after experience intruded upon his life; each taking a great
flag and jamming it into his sexual consciousness as if each were staking
its respective claim on his identity.

Although he considered himself a very normal kid, in the most traditional
of senses, Nik had long ago unconsciously accepted his sexual activities as
some form of normally adopted behavior. He did not accept them as normal,
per se. But he did accept them as a part of life. Sometimes they were even
enjoyable, offering him his own release. Other times, they were abusive and
he would be lucky to leave the encounter merely battered and bruised. Often
times he would have a bloody lip from dominantly offered punches demanding
even more obedience, or worse...abused and left alone far from his jeep;
still naked and requiring hours to finally make his way to his car.

Even those encounters, with or without the punches, failed to cause as much
pain then as when they first started to occur in the first place. The sting
of pride had doubled, and tripled, at times the force of the blows. But Nik
knew that blood did not need to flow from his flesh to still ooze its
metaphorical life giving qualities from his sense of self. Eventually, he
figured, as all cock gobbling weaker punks might tend to do, that he was as
low as he could go in life. At that stage, what did any form of pain matter
to him, he thought, after all, it goes away after a bit.

Nik began thinking on himself again, and how much the world had
metamorphosed for him in only the last day. He stared at his reflection,
noticing the water droplets fading quickly. Nik could almost see them
evaporate from their liquid state to a gaseous one, imagining that their
chain reaction was being caused by his overheated skin. Certainly that was
the case. But his altered sense of reality gave the evaporation a more
surrealistic interpretation; as if he was ablaze inside, and the flames
licked at the underside of his flesh. Nik's new sensations of lust,
different from anything that preceded his and Troy's encounter the day
before in his jeep, were changing his perception of reality. Where
previously he had focused on avoidance and expedience, he had much more
recently been focused on experience and indulgence. And he knew that he was
enjoying his latter set of circumstances much more than he had the former.

It was that smell, he thought to himself. It was that almost salivous odor
that came from the stall. Nik stepped backward from the sink and turned
back toward the toilet area doorway. He moved back to the stall that Tony
and Tim had just occupied in their sleazy encounter. Nik sniffed at the air
in the stall, searching for any trace of that delectable scent. But he
could smell nothing. Walls, the door, the toilet seat, all were scanned by
Nik's curious nose, sniffing about as if he were some bloodhound hot on the
trail of an elusive chain gang escapee. To the contrary however, Nik's
gentle inhalation patter was less anxious; and he drew slow breaths as he
carefully examined the atmosphere entering his nostrils, searching for
traces of Tony's sexuality. Instead, however, he happened upon another gold
mine. A few fresh trails of semen, splayed lengthwise along the ovular
toilet side, were clearly fresh enough to be from Tim's encounter with
Tony. Nik squatted down, assuming a sniffing position at about the point
where he could estimate that Tony's "Tony Baloney" might have been entering
Tim's jock bitch ass. Again, he gently sniffed the air. Whether he was
correct or not, he somehow felt that this time he indeed `could' smell a
faint trace of the odor. Nik's dick twitched in response, suddenly
indicating its availability and duly sparking off the flow of hormones in
him once again. He looked again at Tim's fresh jism as it lay on the seat,
beginning to dry about the edges and reached out a finger into the slimy
mess on the right side of the toilet seat. He pulled his finger backward
and dragged the wet part of the cum into a pulled and, bending his finger
to the side, coated the length of his finger with the cold goo. Nik's cock
sprang to full attention in nearly no time at all as he put the cum covered
finger into his mouth, closing his lips as he retracted it.

"Wha da fu ang I do ang" Nik tried to speak, still holding the cum in his
mouth but suddenly realizing what he was doing. It was bad enough that he
had been peeping on some butt fucking schoolmates. But here he was licking
one of the boys' cum off of the toilet seat like some kind of depraved
pervert. But, strangely, Nik did not spit the gooey mess into the
toilet. Without even thinking of what to do, his unconscious choice of
riddance was instead to swallow it. As he did, the taste brought on a very
different realization. It was a sensation of renewed lust. Ugh, he thought,
more confusing bullshit to deal with. But it was just that, and the
disgustingly perverted nature of what he was doing suddenly struck him as
exceedingly erotic. He reached out his finger to scoop up cum trail number
two. But just before he reached the long white trail he changed his
mind. Instead, Nik leaned his narrow face down, extended his long tongue
and began lapping the cum off of the toilet seat. Driven now by the pure
debauchery of it all, he licked and sucked Tim's mess of spooge off of the
plastic seat. Nik enjoyed the thought that someone might have actually sat
on it that day too as he used his taste buds as a kind of sandpaper to
remove the delicious remnants that might have otherwise been lost to
dehydration on the toilet set.

As Nik finished, he licked at the toilet seat on both sides in one final
disgusting taunt at his own previously unconsidered notions. Butt
Fucking. Nik thought the words over and over in his head, wondering why he
had never been interested in it. Hell, he'd never been interested too much
in fucking at all. Nik was no virgin, but sex never really came up for
him. Up until Troy's gang rape thing, sex was pretty remote on Nik's scale
of things to do, and usually got vented by frequent jack off sessions. But
now, Nik knew he was in a different class of pervert. He was even worse
than the kids who were doing the butt fucking. He had licked old cum off of
a toilet seat, and gotten an erection while doing it.

Surely nobody on the planet did things worse than that, Nik thought. He
licked his lips and stood up, smiling inwardly as his sexual depravity and
the sensual feeling it gave him.

Leaving the stall and making his way quickly back toward the sinks, Nik
took one last look in the mirror before heading out of the bathroom down
the hall. A quick look at the hallway clock showed that Study Hall would be
over in about 5 minutes. Fearful of missing the bell, and having to deal
with Coach Walken singling him out again in their next encounter, he dashed
down the hall toward the stairs. He had originally hoped to miss getting
detention, and now he was hoping just to miss an embarrassing comment aimed
at him in front of his classmates and dealing with their laughter. Nik
didn't even try to ponder the overwhelming chaos that changed their
teenaged priorities from one moment to the next. Instead, he smiled as he
reached the door to the classroom...with three minutes to spare.

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Well, that's it for Part V. You can drop me a line if you want to at:

GayTales@gmail.com.

Flamers...get lost.  I don't mind criticism but...IT IS FICTION.  Don't be
mean!  But, by the same token, I can take some criticism.  :) So hey,
please offer some thoughts.  I've built in a lot of plot tangents to
exploit so tell me what you like, or what you 'would' like.


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Post Script:

Sorry it took so long to get it up, as it were...[online]. I just didn't
find the time to work on it. Also, I write these 2 at a time, so VI should
be up pretty directly. I do take all of your advice, so sometimes it sets
me back a few days as I work and re-work the story to keep the story's
inhabitants all a part of the action. That's really the best part of your
comments people; that I am helped to remember to keep `all' of the
characters involved. It's also helpful to get suggestions on ideas and plot
twists. Overall, I can't please everyone. Some folks want Nik to have a
better life, and other's don't want the little prick to have nearly as much
fun as I'm giving him. So, I adapted by making Larry Jacobsen MUCH darker
than I'd originally planned. I also built a community college (voile...see
how easy that was, all you politicians reading this!) so we can have some
extracurricular fun there too. Many Many Many thanks for all of your
emails, thoughts and comments. I'm thinking about looking into how I'd
publish something like this. If ya think it is a good idea, and you can
guide me on what to do, I'd like to hear from `you' too.