Date: Wed, 11 Feb 2009 11:50:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Varsity Tough   Chapter Nineteen

 Chapter Nineteen     "JENNINGS!  JENNINGS!"

Chet sat with his arms bound behind him, his ankles tethered with a rope,
and an erection the size of the Empire State Building.  The man had just
asked him if he knew how to suck dick, and when he said no, the man said
this would be his lucky day.

The man reached across again and grabbed his bone like it was a throttle,
giving it another couple of good yanks.  Chet twisted on the seat and
struggled to keep himself under control.

The man let go, smiled, and said "I know you're a good kid.  If you
weren't, why would you have your arms tied behind your back, a dildo
duct-taped up your ass, and a hard-on that just won't go down?  I only want
to teach you the next step.  It's called sucking dick, and you'll love it."

Chet shook his head.  "Please don't do that.  Please let me go and I'll
just wander down the road and I'll never tell anyone about this."

"If I let you go, you don't know what kind of pervert might stop and give
you a ride.  A stud like you on a deserted highway at night, man it's the
stuff of porn stories."

Glancing across, he asked in a milder voice, "Does that `thing' of yours
need another good pump from me?"  He reached his hand over and Chet scooted
away.

"No thanks, it's just fine."

The man laughed.  "Sure it is" he said sarcastically.  "It's going to
explode any second now.  I'm surprised it hasn't tried to jump out of the
window yet."

There was a motel up ahead.  In the dark night its brightly blinking
`Vacancy' sign appealed to the driver.

"We'll turn in here.  You stay in the van and I'll go in and get us a room.
Think you can do that OK?"

Chet didn't say anything since he knew it wouldn't matter.  He hoped maybe
he could work his way out of the van while the man was inside, and then try
to hide in the woods.

The man got out, locked the car, and went inside.  Chet's butt hurt from
the paddling but mostly from the dildo with Icy Hot on it.  He tried to
slide across to the driver's side to see if he could click the unlock
button, but his butt hurt so bad he realized he couldn't do it.  That
turned out to be lucky, because before he could have navigated over there,
the man came out with the keys, whistling.  He climbed in, grinned at Chet,
and said "I told him my little brother was on this trip with me.  I did the
honorable thing and asked for twin beds.  You don't mind sleeping alone for
one night, do you?"

He pulled the van down to the room, which was at the far end, away from the
lights.  He got out, came over the Chet's side, and lifted him out.  He
grunted as he struggled to manage the bound arms, dildo, and bone.  "Some
of this stuff has got to go" he said.

Once inside, he kicked the door shut and carried Chet in his arms to the
bed nearest to the bathroom.  "Yours is away from the door, so you can't
call out to somebody going by."

The room was cheap and dingy.  Thick faded dust-filled curtains hung at the
small windows.  Obviously nobody using this motel wanted anyone to see what
was happening inside. The beds looked like they had been bought as used
furniture years ago.  Chet hated to think what the mattresses would smell
like, or what stuff might have spilled into them over the decades.

The man laid him gently on the bed, then reached down and touched his bone.

"Fun time" he said.  "But first, let me check for bugs here."

Chet could smell the musk rising from the bed.  His bone ached for relief.
Even a slight touch was electricity to it.  He watched the man intently.
Chet was puzzled when the man opened a leather case and took out some
electronics equipment.  He took a small mike and walked around the room.

"I'm a private investigator.  I get the goods on cheating husbands and
wives, and I run across all sorts of dangerous guys in my work.  I can't
afford to be careless."

As he approached Chet, the beeper started sounding. The man was startled.
"What have you got on you?"

"Nothing" Chet said.  "See?  No clothes, no nothing."

"Well you sure have something that's making this thing go off."  He touched
Chet's chest, nipples, ears, anywhere someone might hide a bug.

"No nipple rings I see."

"None of the varsity guys wear stuff like that."

He smiled at Chet, patted him on the abs, and then rolled him onto his
stomach. When he moved the mike to Chet's butt, the sound got even louder.
"There's something up your butt besides that dildo."  He pulled off the
duct tape while Chet let out a yelp, then with a single movement pulled the
dildo all the way out.  Chet screamed but the man used his other hand to
clamp it over Chet's mouth.

"Ah ha.  A tracking device.  They didn't want you to get far, little buddy.
Now I'm going to have to get in the van and drive in the opposite direction
and toss this in the woods.  I'll be back in a minute.  Sorry I don't have
anything to stuff in that open hole of yours right now, but maybe we'll
think of something later.  You just sit tight."




Back in town, Ricky and Zack lay on the bed.  Zack didn't sleep in his
briefs because Ricky didn't wear any underwear to bed.  Normally Ricky wore
boxer-briefs, but at night in the bed at Zack's he knew the effect that
nudity had on his host.  He watched out of the corner of his eyes as Zack
looked at his body, his dick.

"Like what you see, Zack?"

"Huh?  Oh. I wasn't --"

Ricky flipped his dick lightly.  "Look at that, Zack.  All for you."

Zack was totally boned.  The first day Ricky was here, he had tried to hide
it.  He still did sometimes, but at a time like this when he was so horny,
he didn't care.  He had never had feelings like this before.

Ricky reached over and began rubbing the area where Zack's pubes had been.
Zack knew Ricky enjoyed that, but he didn't want to keep them shaved.
Ricky pulled him close.

"Zack, I'm gonna run out after breakfast, so you do my chores, OK?"

"Ricky, that wasn't what we --"

"Now, now.  Remember I told you, I don't do chores.  Come on over here by
me and let me play with you a little. You want this big thing of Ricky's,
don't you?  You like this big meat.  Well, to get that you have to pay the
price, like doing my chores for me."

"Ricky, if my mom finds out she'll bust you, put you out, maybe even call
your brothers to come get you."

"Yeah but she ain't gonna find out as long as you do your part in this,
right?"  He had begun rubbing Zack's smooth butt.  He started running his
finger down the crack.  Zack tensed.

"Not in the bed, Ricky.  Not now."

Ricky tried a different tactic.  "You want to suck on that big thing of
mine for a little while?  Want to feel it getting strong for you?"

Zack was struggling.  "Can we suck each other for a little?"

"Zack, Ricky don't suck dick.  You know that.  Guys do stuff for Ricky to
earn the right to suck Ricky's dick."

"That's not fair.  You want me to do stuff for you, but you won't do
anything in return."

"Let me have that smooth white butt of yours tonight and then maybe things
will be different."

"No, Ricky.  Not here in bed.  She'd know.  She and my dad would throw you
out."

Ricky decided on a different tact.  "Did I tell you I tattooed Troy
Raider's dick the weekend of the Grove Hill game?"

"You did?"  Zack was instantly eager.  Talk to him about dicks and he's
putty in your hands.  Ricky was learning human nature fast.

"Yep.  Some guys had him cuffed to a tree, and I cut him loose in return
for taking him home for the night.  I put the word `dork' on his dick head.
Looked pretty good too, if I do say so myself.  I had just gotten the kit a
few days before."

"Was there enough room to put it on the head?"

"With him?  Plenty of room.  I heard when he was about 10 or 11, a couple
of bigger guys at school would catch him and pull his pants down and yank
his little pee-pee.  Even back then they said that if you pulled on his, it
would hang long and then stand up right away."

"Gosh."  Zack's eyes gleamed.  "I know Josh bones up pretty easily. It must
run in the family."

"Back then the bigger boys, the ones who started it, figured they could
make money by charging the younger ones to let them come see it.  And as
business picked up, they'd charge extra to let the kids themselves yank on
it.  They were making money until a teacher walked into the boys' bathroom
at recess and caught them."

Zack was boned again.  Ricky reached over and touched his dick.  "That
brings me to tomorrow.  When 4th period breaks for lunch, meet me in the
old bathroom at the end of the corridor where the middle school starts.
It's not used much.  Get there right away and wait in the handicapped
stall.  I'll have something for you that you'll really like."

Zack was only half listening.  Ricky's hand working his head was about to
make him orgasm.  "OK, but can we beat off now?"

"You can do whatever you want.  As for me, I'm going to sleep.  Remember, I
don't do chores.  After breakfast I'm heading off for school right away.
I've got big plans."

Ricky clicked off the light and rolled over facing away from Zack.




Leroy had a black eye and Burch had a busted lip.  The linebackers were
unhurt.  Jennings was driving.  He was still fuming. "You bastards!  If
you've hurt Chet..."

Leroy wailed, "I keep saying I've got him on the GPS!  The tracker is in
the dildo --"

Ted spoke up.  "I want to get those two losers you had helping you.  I want
those country boys so me and Sam can see how much fun they think it is to
have the very same things done to them."

The varsity guys now knew everything.  In their panic after they were
knocked to the floor and pounded on, Leroy and Butch told them anything
they wanted to know.  They realized their survival depended on it.  The
redheaded dudes had fled into the night.  Butch added one tip, "When you
catch up with them, make them show you their collection of corn cobs.
That'll give you some idea of what they do for fun."

The linebackers sitting on either side of him shifted position, and Butch
winced.  "Watch it...my ribs,"

Sam turned sideways to glare at him.  "You're damn lucky we didn't bust
every bone in your body.  And we will too if Chet isn't found."

>From the front seat Leroy spoke up in panic.  "Chet must have gotten a
ride.  The signal is going down the road away from town."

"Away from town?  Why would he do that?" Jennings wondered.

"Maybe he got mixed up when he got to the road.  That can happen in these
woods on a night where there's no moon."

"Would the car be headed our way?"

They were watching the road ahead when the signal went out.  Leroy shook
the device.  "We can't have lost him.  It was working fine a minute ago."

"Did you check the batteries?" Jennings asked.

"No. I bought it off the internet. It came with batteries.  I'm not a
rocket scientist.  I just saw it was all there.  This was my first time to
use it."

Then suddenly the signal started up again.  It wasn't moving, and seemed to
be just ahead in the woods.

"Maybe something shook the batteries and got them to working.  Let's pull
over here."

They got off the road and began looking at the edge of the wooded area.




The man was back at the motel.  Chet lay sprawled across the narrow bed.
His arms were loosened now, and both hands were handcuffed to the iron
railed headboard.  His erection had not gone down.

"Damn, boy, you never give that thing a rest, do you?"  The man was sitting
on the bed beside him.  He reached over and thumped the head.  "Hard as a
rock."

Chet was embarrassed. "They gave me one of those pills.  That's what's
keeping it so hard."

"When was the last time you...um...er... got off?"

"This afternoon right after school."

"Well I'd say you're due to get off soon, right?"  With that he lightly
played with the head, giving it a small twist between the tips of his
fingers.  Chet gave a moaning gasp and shivered.

"You really go for that stuff, don't you son?"

"No sir" he gasped, "it's just this has been the weirdest evening of my
life."  He hoped the man would get him off soon.  Right now it was just too
tantalizing.  His balls would start to draw up tight, and then the man
would slow or move slightly and things would reach a stopping point.

The man took his hand away.  He looked at Chet as if sizing him up.
"You're probably around 18, right?"

Chet nodded.  The man kept sitting there beside him, but he didn't reach
for his dick again.

"My son would be about your age now.  His name was Wally."

Chet wasn't sure what to ask, but he went on anyway.  "You say you used to
have a son?"

"Yes."

"What happened to him?"

"I had to get rid of him."

"Sir?"

"Yes, you heard right.  He was a meat beater.  I came home unexpectedly one
afternoon when he was 12, and found him doing that.  I was totally
surprised.  I wasn't a meat beater, and his mother came from good people
and I'm sure none of them were either."  He paused a moment.  "I tried to
work with the boy, I honestly did, but once a boy starts that stuff,
there's no turning back."  He shook his head sadly.  "He was such a good
kid. He never lied to me.  When I'd come home in the afternoon, I could
tell by the look in his eyes he'd been doing that.  I'd ask him if he had,
and he'd drop his eyes, and I'd know.  That's why I finally had to get rid
of him."

Chat was in disbelief.  "Get rid of him?"

"Yep.  I drove him out to a place in Arizona that says they can fix that
sort of stuff.  But I knew I couldn't ever take him back.  I mean I'm gone
a lot and in my line of work I don't keep regular hours.  The boy needed a
strong home.  So some people out there took him."

"Don't you ever miss him?"

"Sure, but he's better off with people who can keep an eye on him."

The man was now taking his jacket off and Chet knew he would be forced to
blow him soon.  He could not think of a way out.  Chet's long legs were
tensed, his muscles strained, as the man sat beside him and slowly unzipped
his fly.  Chet looked in anguish as he pulled the thick stubby dick out.
Chet had never had a dick in his mouth before, and he tried to think of a
way out.

"Please..." he started to say, but the man put a finger across his lips to
silence him.

"I need you to help me on this, son.  You do a good job and I'll do
something for you in return."

"Like what?"  Chet could see the thing getting nearer as the man moved
closer.

"We'll talk about that later.  Right now I need you to open your mouth wide
and stick your tongue out.  I'm going to feed it in on your tongue so
you'll get used to it."

Chet stuck his tongue out.  The thing was so close he could feel it at the
edge of his tongue.  He wondered if he'd gag or throw up or something.  But
as it came in, he was surprised. It was warm and its juice was dripping
from the slit.  Chet was just glad it wasn't real long.  He couldn't handle
one that went all the way back to his tonsils.  He moved his tongue under
it and the man sighed and gave a little moan.  The thing itself started to
get harder.  His tongue could feel something, muscles or blood vessels or
nerves: something that began to work in the thing itself.  Chet wondered
why his hand never felt that when he was beating off, but decided maybe the
tongue was more sensitive.  He wasn't really sure.

The man began a movement as he slid it in and out.  His moans encouraged
Chet to try harder, so he began sloshing his tongue around, closing his
lips, and really sucking on that thing.  There was something almost
exciting about having this burly hairy man riding his chest and pumping his
mouth.

He was working that thing with his tongue as hard as he could, he was
slobbering and sucking and building up to a frenzy in himself as well as in
this man.  He was so caught up in the moment he didn't realize the guy was
about to cum until he felt the dick go wild and tons of cum start pouring
into his mouth.  He started swallowing before he could think.  The man
collapsed onto his face, gasping and rejoicing and making all kinds of
noises.  Some cum slipped out of his mouth and got on the guy's pubes and
pants and came on down his own face as well.  When the man finally pulled
off, Chet was sweating.  The man started wiping his face as he looked down
at Chet.

"You did good for a beginner" the man said, still out of breath.

Chet's mouth tasted of cum.  Even after all the swallowing, all he could
taste or smell was the man's cum.  With a thick voice through sticky lips,
he asked "Could I get something to drink?"

"You want to wash my cum down?  You don't want to savor that for a while?"

Chet felt like the stuff stuck on the roof of his mouth, and it was like
there were strings of the stuff hanging down on his tongue.  It was
overwhelming.  It was like he couldn't escape from it.  He felt almost as
if he was breathing it, like the smell was coating his lungs.

"Please" he croaked.

The man stood up reluctantly.  "I'll pour you something, but that means a
delay before you get some relief for that erection of yours.  Stay there
and I'll see if they have a drink machine in the office."

Since Chet was shackled to the headboard's beam, he didn't have much
choice.  He could have used anything, even a sip of water, to help him out.
Now he would have to wait.  He watched the man go out the door, and then
began testing the strength of the cross piece he was handcuffed to.  He was
at his physical best now, as he always was at the end of the football
season.  The practices, workouts, scrimmages, the running laps at the
coach's whim, everything conspired to make him ready for anything.  He felt
the beam give, but didn't go too far since this wouldn't be a time he could
safely escape anyhow.  That would have to happen after the man went to
sleep.

He listened to see if he could learn anything from outside noises.  If any
cars or trucks were going down the road, he didn't hear them.  But in a few
minuets he heard footsteps, so he knew outside noises could be heard in
here.  The door opened and the man returned with a Coke.

"Here" he said, holding it to Chet's lips, "take a couple of swallows, and
then I want to give you something before you drink the rest."

Chet eagerly swallowed, hoping to get as much to wash down as possible, but
the man pulled the bottle away.

"Not too much."  He went to his bag and got out a bottle, extracting a
pill.  Bringing it to Chet, he said "Take this and then I'll give you the
rest of the bottle."  Chet didn't want to, but he didn't have a choice.  He
was sure it was another sex pill.  His erection was weakening, and he had
hoped it would go completely down.  He was glad the Coke cleared his mouth
of the cum and the taste, but his nose seemed to think it could still smell
it.

The man touched the head of his dick and Chet flinched.  He supposed it was
going to be the same old thing, the man getting him to the edge and then
stopping.  But the man explained, "There's been a change in plan.  I was
talking to the night clerk in the office, and he's going to come down in a
minute and join us."

"What?"

"Don't worry, he's only a couple of years older than you.  I asked him if
he'd like to make some extra money for about 30 minutes work, and he jumped
at the chance.  He said there's almost no business during the week.  So
he'll put a "Back in 15 minutes" sign on the door and come join us."

Chet felt sick.  The man kept playing with the head, which was finally
getting a little sore from too much use.

"I've got my camera I use in investigations.  I'm going to get some
pictures of you and him, and maybe I'll let him take some of me and you.
Just for my own private collection, however."  He patted the underside of
Chet's bone.  "You've got a good thing there.  It deserves some publicity."

"Are you going to let me go after that?"

"I want to talk to you about it, but that'll have to wait until later.  Now
before our guest arrives, I'm going to unlock you from the bed, but cuff
your hands behind you.  I want you to see my stun gun.  If you try anything
at all, I'll zap you so fast it'll make burn marks on your private parts."

For Chet, all of this was becoming one unbelievable thing after another.
The man was keeping his dick hard and the pill was beginning to take
effect.  There was a knock at the door, and the man, having uncuffed Chet,
let the visitor in.

The guy looked to be in his early 20's, with straw hair and blue eyes.  He
was not as tall as Chet, but his eyes lit up when he saw Chet.

"This is your younger brother?"

"Actually I just said that so people wouldn't ask any questions.  He's sort
of traveling with me for a while, and he needs to get off bad.  For
personal reasons I keep his hands cuffed behind him.  He behaves better
that way, and therefore he's more fun -- if you know what I mean."

"That's great.  I agree he's more fun when he can't get away or hit back.
And I like his equipment."

"You can tell by the size of that bone that's he a very horny young man.
He's a football player, so if you like jocks, he's your guy."

"And you say he sucks good?"

"Well he's a beginner, but he tries hard.  Isn't that right, son?"

Chet glared and didn't answer.  The guy came over and held out his hand.

"I'm Walter."

"Chet.  Sorry I can't shake with you."  He couldn't imagine introducing
yourself to a guy you knew you were going to force to do bad things.  And
Walter already knew he was cuffed.

Walter turned to the man.  "Should I just unzip and let him go at it?"

"Let me get my camera, and maybe you could undress at least a little."

"Well getting a jock stud to suck me off isn't something that happens every
day, so I'm willing to strip down...at least part way."

"Then I'll fix us both a drink.  That will let the pill I gave him take
effect.  When he's horned he sucks better, but after he gets some
experience he won't need that much incentive.  Now while I fix the drinks,
why don't you give that bone of his a few friendly strokes.  I want to get
some pictures of that as well, but he'll suck a lot better if you've primed
him beforehand.  Just don't let him shoot yet.  The key word is `prime',
not `shoot.'  He does his best then."

Walter was unbuttoning his shirt.  He turned to Chet.  "So you're new to
this?"

"Please help me get out.  I don't want to do this.  I just want to get
away."

"Not a chance.  A big football jock stud like yourself giving me a blow
job?  I wouldn't pass it up for the world.  When I think of all the stuff I
had to put up with in high school from jocks who thought it was funny to
pick on smaller guys, well...here comes payback."

Chet knew there was no hope with him.  He sank back on the bed.

"Here, let me play with your dick a little, and maybe the nipples too.  Do
you like guys playing with your nipples?"

He had his shirt off and wasn't wearing an undershirt.  He had a good build
and broad chest.  He obviously worked out a lot.  He sat down beside Chet
and began touching his nipples.  Chet winced.

"Are those tender?"

"You should see his butt" the man called in from the bathroom where he was
fixing the drinks in paper cups.  "I don't know what initiation he went to,
but they got him goods.  They even had a butt plug stuffed up him."

Walter's eyes lighted up.  "So he's opened up pretty good then?  Maybe
rather than a blow job --"

"One thing at a time, Walter.  You're getting paid to let me take pictures
of you and him, you getting blown and him getting off.  Let's not get ahead
of ourselves."

Walter turned to Chet.  "Roll over and let me see that butt."

Chet tried to roll over but his dick was having a hard time since he
couldn't guide it as he rolled onto his stomach.  Walter reached down,
grabbed it totally in one fist, and with his other hand rolled Chet onto
his stomach.  He squeezed the head some more before removing his hand.

"Damn!  They did your butt up pretty good.  I'd say you're safe from
anybody wanting to plow back there for a while.  It's way too messy and
red.  Some of the skin is scratched."  He touched it with his hand, moving
it slowly across one butt cheek.  Chet winced.

"What happened?"  Walter actually sounded kind and sympathetic.

"They rubbed sandpaper back there between paddlings."

"Wow.  Your hole still looks a little stretched.  You sure it was only a
dildo up there?"

Chet glared at him in disgust.  "Yes I'm sure."

"OK.  Sorry.  I was just wondering."  After a pause he said, "I'll roll you
back now."

He did and this time fortunately for Chet he didn't try to grab him by the
erection.  But he did pat it gently when Chet was fully on his back, and it
bobbed nicely.




Less than a mile away, Jennings and his crew were scouring the woods in
what they believed was the last spot the GPS had indicated Chet might be.
When they were about to give up, Leroy called out "I found the dildo."

"Great" Jennings said sarcastically.  "So we're no closer to knowing where
Chet is now."

"Well Chet wouldn't have thrown it away this long after escaping.  I think
somebody has him and knows the tracker was in it.  This close to the
highway means it was thrown from a car."  Ted was watching Leroy closely as
he said that.  Then he added, "Leroy, you got any ideas?"

Jennings didn't wait for Leroy to answer.  He was still in a rage. "I've
got ideas, like we should drag him behind the car until there's nothing
left!  And I've got a mind to do it."

Leroy, already worried and scared, jumped about a foot when he heard that.
He was pale and nervous.  "Listen...maybe there's something we could try.
A couple of places down the road may have seen something.  There's a
filling station and Chet could be hiding behind it or in the rest room if
he got free.  Also there's a motel about a mile ahead.  We could ask if
anybody unusual checked in tonight.  Something like that.  This road
doesn't have too much traffic anyway, so anything unusual would attract
attention."

"Let's get started" Ted said.  He was concerned Jennings was so overwrought
he might do something deadly to Leroy and Butch at any moment.




"Walter, get out of your pants, strip down, and let me get some action
shots.  That's what I hired you for" the man said.  "I want a couple of you
sprawled across him, with both of you hard."

"That wasn't in the arrangement."

"It is now.  There's an extra hundred in it for you, so strip."

Chet watched.  He knew the pill had taken effect.  He had that rock hard
feeling that made him want to break his cuffs and start jacking as fast as
he could.  But what he hated was it made everything look sexually
satisfying to him.  He began to tense his bone muscles as he watched Walter
pulling his pants off and then pulling down his boxer-briefs.  He started
thinking what a great body he had.  He even started watching that dick get
hard as Walter came over.  In the few steps over to the bed, Walter's dick
went from hanging long to bone hard.  Chet found himself hypnotized by its
movement, its swing, its rise to rock hard status.

Chet knew a pill couldn't turn a guy gay.  He didn't care for guys' bodies
in that way.  But now seeing the intense blue eyes, the even smile, the
strong body, the golden pubes, the hard dick and the swinging balls, Chet
felt something overwhelming him.

The man was holding his camera.  "Chet, suck on him a little to make sure
he's really hard.  Then he can lie across you like you two are making
love."

Chet was overcome with the most intense feeling he could remember.  He
opened his lips and Walter inserted his penis.  He could smell Walter's
skin, his pubes, his whole body aroma.  He started sucking.  Walter exhaled
with a deep satisfaction.

"You were right.  He's as good as you say."

After a moment, the man said "Now lay on him, bone to bone.  Then put your
hands behind his head as if to raise it up.  Pull your knees up so your
butt is raised; I want to get a good shot of both bones.  Then kiss him."

Chet was fully caught up in the moment, and he presumed Walter was too,
because he felt Walter's tongue going in his mouth as he held him in a
tight embrace.  Chet thought he was going to shoot right then.  He wanted
it to happen.  He wanted to get off so bad he was willing to do anything.
Walter began dry humping his crotch and bone.  It was an intense feeling.
The camera clicked away and the man said "Right!  That's it!  Go for it!"

Walter then climbed up Chet's body, inching slowly forward as his body
rubbed across Chet's aching bone, creeping upward as his body heat radiated
into Chet's body.  Chet's bone ached, and the guy had his face in Chet's,
then pulled upward and Chet was looking at his navel.  All the time the
heat was consuming him, the smell filled his lungs and mouth, and the guy
had reached down and was pulling his nipples.  Chet twisted, and the guy
edged up until he was poised over Chet's face.

"That's it.  Now fuck that face!  Ram that beauty home!  Lots of pumping.
Plenty of hip action!  I want to see that butt come alive as you fuck him!"

Walter's hands pulled Chet's head closer as he opened his mouth.  The hands
weren't rough.  They were maybe not caressing, but gentle, firm, sending a
message that this was OK, that they were safe here.  And now the bone was
coming in.  Chet pressed his lips to the head, sucking it in and feeling
its juices spill onto his tongue.  He heard the guy sigh and then groan.
It was a sound of aching heat, of desire of a depth that Chet had never
heard from anyone before in his life.  His nose was intoxicated with the
sensual smell of the guy's pubes.  He could feel the power of his dick with
every thrust.  It hit the back of his mouth and then pulled back.  He was
building up his thrusts, gaining speed with every thrust, the bone itself
throbbing in Chet's mouth like something alive.  Chet ached to get relief,
ached to have someone -- anyone -- touch his bone and do for him what he
was doing for Walter.  He wanted that so bad he began to groan
 almost in time with Walter's sounds.

They were practically in unison, the pumping, the thrusting, Chet's bone
bobbing desperately for relief, and then Walter shot.  It was so much it
choked Chet.  He tried to swallow but there was cum everywhere.  It was
hot, it was dribbling, and it suddenly struck him that it tasted good.
Well at least not the nasty cloying taste of that man's stuff.  This was
warm and fresh, it wasn't clogged and pasty.  Chet sucked on the dick even
as the last juices came out.  He kept sucking, enjoying teasing the head
with his tongue and ticking the piss slip, until Walter said, "Hey. That's
enough.  You're going to make it sore if you don't relax.  You've got one
hell of a mouth for this stuff, you know that?"

Chet looked at him and grinned.  He knew he had cum all over his face where
it had dribbled out.  Walter was smiling back at him, and then began
carefully cleaning all his cum off Chet's face.

"Want some more?" he asked, holding out his cum stained fingers.

Chet pushed his head forward, opening his mouth to take the fingers in and
suck them.  He was hoping now he could get some relief.  Maybe if he
cooperated enough, they would get him what he ached for.  He realized fully
what hell it was to have a dick that wants to get jacked, and there aren't
any hands to do the job.  He no longer cared whether it was his own hand
that gave him the relief, just any hand would do.  For the first time he
realized a new meaning to the expression "Can I give you a hand with that?"
He finished sucking the fingers clean, then looked down at his bone
expectantly.

"Damn he's good" Walter told the man.

The man agreed.  He was putting his camera away.  "I may take him with me."

"Hell, why not leave him here with me?  I could keep him here and we'd have
fun every night.  It would sure improve my sex life."  Turning to Chet, he
patted him on the shoulder and asked, "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Chet still had a mouth full of cum.  "My dick" he said thickly.  "Can you
help me with that?"

Walter gave it a friendly squeeze.  Chet bucked but Walter took his hand
away.  "I'm sure I could, but let's settle this other matter.  First things
first as they say."




Jennings was getting angrier by the minute.  "We've been up and down this
road and there's no sign of him.  The only place we couldn't check was that
motel that had the `Back in 15 minutes' sign on the office.  Let's check
that now, it's been way long enough for the clerk to get back.  I don't
know where he'd go, unless he was taking a dump in the back."

"OK. If he's not there, we'll go in anyway and if that's what he'd doing,
we'll yank him off the pot," Sam said.

"And see on the register who checked in tonight" Ted added.  Leroy and
Butch remained silent.  They felt like their lives were about to be over if
they couldn't find Chet.  They were aware that Ted and Sam were almost as
mad as Jennings, and they already had been hit by all of them.  Leroy kept
rubbing his bruised jaw.  It had not started to swell -- yet.

They pulled in at the motel again, and Ted jumped out.  Going to the door
he saw the sign was still there.  Pushing it open, he went in.  Hitting the
counter bell brought no results, he went behind the desk and looked at the
register.  He came outside.

"Only one room tonight.  It has a man's name but says it's rented for two
people.  The last one down the line. Let's go look there."

Jennings whirled the car around and then scratched off down the row.  When
he stopped at the end, he said "I'll start blowing the horn.  Chet knows my
horn.  He's been hearing it ever since I learned to drive."

Inside, Walter had just started giving Chet a few excruciatingly slow
strokes.  The man was snapping pictures again.

Walter had a sadistic gleam.  "Easy does it, Chet.  Slow so you can savor
each and every one.  How does it feel?"

Chet groaned.  It was tantalizing, but it was so slow it wasn't getting
anywhere.  Also about every third stroke Walter opened his hand so there
was almost no feel to it.

That was the moment they heard tires squeal.  Walter looked up.  Then a
horn started blowing outside.

"What the hell?" the man asked.

Walter stood up.  "I've got to get back."

But Chet started shouting "JENNINGS!  JENNINGS!"

Walter ran for the door, and was opening it when two giant linebackers
crashed into the room, knocking him to the floor.  Jennings was right
behind them.  The man ran into the bathroom, locking the door.

Chet sat on the bed, smelly, cum soaked, and still hard as hell.  He
couldn't get the cum to go down, and he found it hard to talk.

Jennings saw his wrists were handcuffed, and began looking for the keys.
They, along with the keys to the man's car, were on the beat up dresser
top.

Walter picked himself up and the linebackers grabbed him and held him.
Walter looked at Chet in desperation.

"I didn't do anything.  The man paid me to come down here and he took
pictures.  But I didn't kidnap Chet or handcuff him."

"Well at least you learned your victim's name" Jennings said, as he
unlocked Chet's cuffs.

"We keep some forgotten bathrobes in the office.  I'll go and get one for
Chet."

Ted and Sam weren't about to let him go.  "I'll get Leroy and Butch to walk
him there.  It'll teach him what we do to any guy who makes trouble for
Chet, and give them something to do besides sit in the car with their
thumbs up their asses."  Ted was angrier than anytime Sam could remember.

"OK, Ted, then come back in and we'll see what we can do about the man in
the bathroom."

Chet was rubbing his wrists.  "I just want to go home.  Guys, I don't want
to press charges.  I wouldn't want to stand up in court and say what they
did to me.  Honest, I couldn't take that."

Jennings nodded.  Chet had been a best friend since 8th grade.  He thought
and added this idea, "And that would mean we'd have to report Leroy and
Butch if we did.  We'll have a lot more power over them if we don't report
this.  This gives us some great options about what we can do with them."

Sam suddenly sniffed and said, "Damn, Chet, you smell like cum."

Chet nodded.  He rubbed his wrists, trying to restore circulation to them.

"But you're still hard."

"I never did get off.  This is everybody else's cum on me.  But I'll take
care of all that once I get home."

Ted grinned.  He never could resist needling Chet.  "Yeah, I always did
think you were really just a hand-job man at heart.  No need for anything
fancy, just you and your hand.  I don't think you'll ever know the
difference even if you could ever find a girl who'd put out."

Chet flipped him a bird.  The humor was helping him restore his
equilibrium.  Then they heard noises in the bathroom.  Jennings rushed the
door and pounded furiously.

"Keep quiet in there or we'll break the door down."

The bathroom got very quiet.  Chet stood up and Ted saw his backside.
"Hell Chet, what'd they do to you butt?"

That was when Leroy and Butch came back with a bathrobe.  "That Walter guy
was really anxious to please us.  He even offered to bring down a coke for
Chet."

Chet took the robe, thankful to not to be the only guy standing around
naked.  He pointed at them and said "My backside is their work.  All this
stuff is their work.  That man in the bathroom and the guy up front were
only doing sex stuff...or trying to, anyway.  It's these two that are
responsible for every mark on me."

Leroy headed for the door.  "I'll go get that coke for you now."

Sam's big hands grabbed him and kept him in place.  Ted said "I'll go.  I
want to talk to that Walter guy anyway."

"Thanks" said Chet.  "My mouth still takes like --"

He stopped, not wanting to confess to anything further.

"Cum" Sam said.  "You reek of the stuff.  Even Josh Raider didn't smell
that bad last Saturday."

"What's that about?" Jennings asked, momentarily distracted by the
surprising news.

"He wouldn't tell us, but we put him out of the car...buck naked.  And we
made him run after us to get his clothes back."

"I'd like to have seen that" Jennings said.

"I'll just bet you would" Sam said sarcastically.  "But I thought it was
Matt you had the hots for, not Josh."

"I don't have `the hots', as you call it, for anybody."

There was a crash in the bathroom, and they ran to the door.  It was
locked, and it took a moment to break it open.  The bathroom window had
been smashed out, and the man was gone.

They ran to the front and looked out.  Ted appeared with a coke, which Chet
drank thankfully.  At the end of the parking lot a car started up and
screeched off into the night.

They looked at each other.  The man's car keys were still on the dresser.
"Extra pair" Jennings said.  "I keep a spare hidden under the fender
myself.

"Let him go" Chet said.  "This is the simplest way out."  He looked down
and saw his robe was tented out, but maybe the feeling was easing.  He'd be
thankful when that happened.

They went out to Jennings' car. Chet sat up front, while the linebackers
along with Butch and Leroy piled into the back.  Jennings looked at them
through the rear view mirror as he started the engine.  "You two know
you're dead meat now, don't you?"  Neither of them would answer.

As they pulled out onto the road, Chet felt a piece of paper in the pocket
of his robe.  Opening it, he read a phone number and the words "Call me
sometime."  It was signed "Walter."

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(Thanks again for your encouragement, ideas, insights, and suggestions.
The next chapter will get back to Josh. -- Bart)