Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2008 09:04:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Varsity Tough   Chapter Three

Chapter Three -- Keeper of the Keys

Morning dawned over Hinson, its high school ("Home of the Hinson
Stallions"), its varsity, and all the townspeople as they roused from
sleep.  It was a clear day, fresh with the late August stillness.  In
Josh's house, Mrs. Raider got up and began preparing breakfast for her
family.  She let her husband sleep in.  While she was cooking, she thought
back to the night before.  Almost to herself she murmured, "If Josh has a
new friend, I should suggest he ask him over.  Maybe he'd like to spend the
night sometime before school starts.  When Josh was younger, boys used to
like to do that."

Upstairs, Josh was awakened by Troy jumping on him in bed.  Josh hated
that.  They tussled for a minute until Troy got him pinned.

Looking down into Josh's face as he held him, he asked "Who's your boss?
Huh, who?"  Taking one hand while his knees pinned Josh's arms, he began
lightly swatting Josh on the face.

Josh thrashed and twisted, "Not you.  That's for sure."

That was when Troy's hand went down between Josh's legs, and found what it
wanted.

"What you got there, Josh?  Is my Boner Boy brother up for the day?"

"Let go!  Let...take your hand..."  Josh was kicking and thrusting, but
unable to escape the inevitable fingers holding and playing there.

"Better admit I'm your boss.  You don't want to squirt yourself again."

Josh shook his head.  "You're not my boss.  Now stop it."

Troy still held on, using his fingers as a twisting massage on Josh's now
hard bone, playing deliciously around the head like a spider dance.

"Boner Boy, Boner Boy, who has got your boner toy?"  Troy was delighted in
the jingle he made up.

"What are you all doing?" Pete asked from the doorway.  "Are you going to
make him pee?"  After last night, Pete was anxious to see what they might
be up to today.

They glared over at him.  Then as had been the case so much this summer,
both boys told him to get out.  That hurt Pete's feelings.

"I'm going to tell mom."

"What exactly?"

"That you play in the bed and won't let me do it too."

Troy said, "OK, if you keep quiet, I'll let you take my place up here. I
need to finish getting dressed anyway."

Pete got up in the bed, but Josh wouldn't let him sit on his stomach.  His
bone was fully hard now, and he didn't want any reminders of last night to
be noticed.

"I need to go pee" Josh said, sliding out and keeping a hand in front of
his briefs.

"Well go ahead. I sure wouldn't want to hold that thing of yours.  I don't
know why Tommy enjoyed it so much."

Then with the indifference so characteristic of ten year olds, Tommy went
back to his room.

Josh was glad to pee in peace.  As he flushed, he thought about going over
to Matt's later in the day.  He wanted to see those pictures.



Across town, Matt Barton woke up to the sound of a lawnmower running.  He
had been dreaming of something, and whatever it was his dick was telling
him it was great.  As he got fully awake, he realized it must have had
something to do with Jennings, and the lawnmower was what had registered in
his brain to create the dream.

Before hopping out of bed, he fingered the head of his dick.  Just like
every day this summer, a thrill ran through him.  He decided that if a guy
had a dick, there wasn't anything better in this life he could wish for.

He got up and looked out the window.  Jennings was astride the lawnmower,
his muscled legs filling the faded brown shorts he was wearing.  He was as
always, shirtless, his chest muscles taught and his arms muscular.  From
this second story window, Matt could get some good camera shots...if he
didn't get caught.

He had cleared the memory card, transferring the images to a secret file on
his computer, so the camera was ready.  He wanted to get as many shots as
he could of the jock astride his mower.  He had just taken one quick snap
when his brother came in the room and said "Breakfast is on the table,
runt.  Come on.  Dad's waiting for the blessing."

"Lemme put some shorts on" he said, pulling an old pair up over his briefs.

"I saw your bone" his brother said.

That kind of thing always embarrassed Matt.  He always felt he had to
explain about it.  "It's just something in the morning."

"You know if dad catches you playing with yourself, he'll send you to that
doctor he always talks about, the one that teaches boys to stop."

"I know.  I don't do that."

"I hope you're telling me the truth.  If not, you know you're playing with
fire."

"What do you mean?"

"Guys who start that stuff never stop.  They get addicted.  They get so
they'll do anything to be able to do that stuff.  That's why there's that
doctor that deals with boys who can't stop."

"I already told you I don't do that."

"Did you wash your hands?"  His brother meant it as a subtle jab that he
thought Matt had been playing with his dick.  But things like that were
lost on Matt.

"Yes I just washed them.  And my face, too."  In his mind he suddenly
remembered his finger going up Josh's butt.  He flinched and it sent his
bone into overdrive.  He had REALLY washed his fingers yesterday after that
experience.

Breakfast went quickly, and Matt was soon back at his window with his
camera.  Just as he got the best shot so far, Jennings looked up and
called, "Hey, Ding Dong, come on down here.  I've got a proposition for
you."

He sounded friendlier than normal, so Matt carried his camera along and
went over to his yard.

It turned him on to see that Jennings was so sweaty, so glistening, and so
full of power.  Stopping the mower, Jennings climbed off and put his hand
on Matt's shoulder.

"Matt, how would you like to be around the team this year, maybe help with
stuff?"

"I'm not much good at sports."

"That's OK.  What I want to offer you is a job -- there's no pay -- as
assistant team manager. That would mean you'd help keep the equipment
straight, you'd make sure the guys had fresh towels after practice, make
sure the showers had soap, stuff like that."

Matt was thrilled.  As Jennings pulled him closer, Matt felt something that
was like yesterday's time with Josh.  Immediately he realized this would
give him a chance to be around Josh again.

"Yes.  That sounds great."  He was really excited. "I'll do a good job, I
promise."

"I want you to keep your camera handy too.  Maybe get some candid shots of
the guys when they don't know you're doing it.  Think you could do that?"

"Sure."  The thought of secret pictures of guys in the showers or getting
dressed or maybe even on the pot, sent his mind reeling.  But then he had a
sobering thought.  "But what if I get caught?"

"Don't worry, I'll just tell them you're a dirty little perv" Jennings
laughed.  "I'll say nude pictures of guys are what make your little hummer
hum, and dirty ones make your little hummer rejoice and spit in your
pants."

Matt blushed, and then realized he liked being talked dirty to.  Jennings
kept holding him close.  Leaning down he muttered in his ear, `What are you
thinking about right now?"

"I'm thinking that this feels good."

"Making your little hummer hum, is it?"

Matt nodded.  It was kind of a funny thrill that he was calling his dick a
hummer.  He thought maybe he'd start calling it that too.

"Listen, can I get a disc with the pictures from yesterday on them?  I
think I'd really enjoy having them to look at."

"I promised Josh I wouldn't let anybody ever see them."

"Hmm.  How about if I talk to you and Josh together?  Maybe he'll agree
it's OK for me to have a set of them."  He figured if he got the two of
them together, he could find ways to make them agree.

"I guess that would be OK."

Jennings decided to play all his big cards at once.  "You know you'll have
to keep quiet in this job.  There'll be stuff I ask you to do that I
wouldn't want anybody to ever know."

Matt looked up eagerly.  Jennings liked it when he had a guy so turned on.
"That's right.  Juicy stuff, Matt.  Stuff that'll make you squeeze your
little hummer until you think you'll loose your mind."  By the slight bulge
in Matt's shorts, Jennings knew he was getting places.  He smiled, knowing
that given enough exercise, that little hummer would be a big one before
long.  And when that happened, that hummer would be his.

"Can you get back over here around ten this morning?  I've got a big
assignment that I think you'll really enjoy."

Matt was delighted.  Before he left, Jennings whispered "Save your camera
shots of me.  The time will come when I'll let you get some of me that will
blow your mind."



Ben Stone was preparing to go over to Jennings' house.  He was alone.  His
parents worked and his sisters were long since married and living away.  It
was nice to have the house to himself, or at least it had been until this
crap with Jennings.  He hated wearing the cock cage.

He stood before the full length mirror in his bedroom.  He probably never
would have thought of having a mirror like this, but the room had been his
sisters' and they were always standing in front of it.  Now he stood before
it nude.  He looked at the cage between his legs.  Then slowly he began his
exercises.  Almost like a dancer or someone doing tai chi, he moved his
arms, then spread his legs, and did some sitting squats.  He admired his
body.

He liked his muscles. He exercised a lot to keep himself taught and sinewy.
When they had lived out at the lumberyard, he had kept in shape hauling and
shifting boards, stacking them on the trucks. For him that had been almost
as good as weights for working out.  Lift, hold, strain, place, move and
stand up again.

As he exercised, he thought back to the last game of the previous season.
He loved to remember the pass that he went out for, and how he saw it
coming high and for a minute he lost it in the glare of the stadium lights.
And then it was coming down right into his arms. He could almost hear again
the roar of the crowd as he had turned and thundered across the goal.

After twenty minutes, Ben felt ready for whatever lay ahead.  Patting his
cage, he said "I can't wait to get my hands on you, big fella."

He dressed quickly.  He was excited about getting his dick back again, and
he couldn't wait for the long ordeal to be over. He wondered if anyone else
had ever been forced to go eight days without jacking off.  If there was
one, he'd like to talk to him, to compare notes about how difficult it was.

Ben walked along at a leisurely pace.  The fresh air felt good.  His house
was shaded by big oak trees and it made it dark inside sometimes.  Here in
the sun everything looked bright.

He passed by the park but didn't stop there.  He saw two seedy looking guys
near the woods that lay behind the old bathroom.  He made a note to be
careful if he ever tried to jack off there again.

During this week with no cock action, he had developed a fantasy about how
he would jack off in that restroom the next time.  He would go inside and
strip completely naked, then push the door open and throw his clothes as
far out toward the woods as he could.  The thought that he would have to
run out to get them after he finished, and probably still be bone hard,
made him even hornier.

He smiled and shook his head, took a deep breath, and continued on to
Jennings'.  It was nearly ten by then.

He found him waiting in the basement, but was surprised to find a younger
guy there as well.

"Ben, this is Matt.  He lives next door and he's going to be a sort of
junior manager for the team this year."

They spoke to each other and then Ben asked, "Can I see you alone?  You
know, about the business."

Jennings grinned.  "He'll be a part of your business.  He doesn't know it
yet, so why don't you show him what you've got.  Strip, Ben."

Matt was flabbergasted at this opportunity.  His life had improved greatly
in the past 48 hours.  Here this guy was taking his clothes off, right in
front of him.  At 5'9" the guy was four inches taller than him.  He admired
the chest.  Ben Stone had great nipples, tight little things that jutted
out amid the swell of his pecs.

Reluctantly Ben took off his shorts and tight white briefs.  Matt looked in
wonder at the thing his dick was encased in.  It gleamed with a silver
shine.

"Know what that thing is?" Jennings asked him.

Matt shook his head.

"Go on, step up to it and look at it.  You're going to be giving Ben a hand
for the next couple of weeks until fall practice begins."

Ben glowered.  "What do you mean `giving me a hand'?"

"I mean I'm giving Matt the keys to your cage.  He'll be the one to decide
when you can have a break, when you can take it off for a hand job.  He'll
be the one giving you that hand job.  You won't be working on it.  He'll
jack you off and put the cage back on."

"DAMN!"  Ben's faced exploded in anger, his cheeks fiery red.  He wasn't
about to let some younger guy jack him off.

"Careful Ben.  Remember, I can just leave it on you with no way out if you
don't like what I've arranged."  Ben made himself calm down, and Jennings
went on.  He realized that was true.  Jennings was the most powerful guy on
the team, and what he said was law. "Matt here is 14, but he's really good
at hand jobs.  I saw him give one to our newest player Josh yesterday.
Right, Matt?"

Matt was so impressed he was still gasping as he tried to answer.  "Yeah.
I guess so.  But what --"

Jennings interrupted him.  "All in good time.  I'll explain it all.  You
will have the key to his cock.  When he needs to get jacked off, he'll call
you and ask for permission.  Then if you agree, you two will get together,
you'll unlock the cage and give him a good hand job.  I know you can do
that because I saw the look on Josh's face, particularly when you put your
finger up his ass.  It also means if you don't think he deserves a hand
job, you have the right to tell him no."

Matt didn't realize anyone had seen him do that with his finger.  He had
only done it because Josh asked him to, to help bring him off in a hurry.

"Ben, I said he would give you a hand.  I don't want you to touch your dick
until I think you're ready to get a hold on yourself.  You need control and
I think Matt's a guy who can do that."

"But you mean I have to ask some 14 year old to come jerk me off?  What if
he says no?  Does that mean I have to beg?"

"I'd suggest you do whatever Matt wants.  It'll pay to stay on his good
side.  Now Matt, here are the keys.  I'll keep one, just in case, and you
take good care of this one.  This key will open the way to lots of good
stuff for you and Ben.  I want you both to get real close over the next
weeks.  Treat him good and make the shot last as long as you can.  Do you
think you're up for the job?"

"Yes" Matt's said huskily.  His little balls were manufacturing sperm like
crazy.

"I'll leave two other things with you for this project.  The first is a
pair of handcuffs.  They don't lock, and if you snap them closed and can't
get out, you can twist them and they have a break away feature.  But its
purpose is to keep Ben under control.  If you cuff him and he breaks free,
the whole project is over and the cock cage goes on for the entire
footballs season.  You got that, Ben?"

"Ok.  I got it."

"The other thing is this box.  In it are a butt plug and a dildo.  Matt do
you know what they are?"

"No."

"Can you tell him, Ben?"

Ben glowered.  "You can stick them up a guy's butt to make him squirm or to
give him a thrill."

"You ever used one, Ben? Ever got off stuffing one of them up your butt
while you jacked yourself crazy?"

"None of your business."

"OK, I'll count that as a yes.  That covers everything.  Matt, you strip
too and go ahead and get started.  I'll let you practice getting the cage
off and then you work his cock good.  I can hang around and give you some
pointers."

Matt took off his clothes and put them in a neat pile in a corner.

"See, he likes you, Ben.  See how his little hummer is standing at
attention?  It looks like it's ready to launch any minute."

"This guy doesn't have hardly any pubes.  What would he know about how to
jack a guy off?"

Matt blushed.  Ben looked at him and suddenly grinned as he saw Matt's
eager bone pointing his way.  He began to have a change of heart.  He liked
the way this naked kid seemed so eager to get at his bone.  He decided he
could probably get along pretty well with this kid.  Something about him
gave Ben a good feeling in his stomach...and in his balls too.

"Ben, turn around and show Matt your butt.  He's got the whitest, smoothest
ass of anybody on the team.  Guys sometimes run their hands across it while
they're in the shower."

"Yeah and they get popped for doing it, too."  But he obediently turned
around.

Jennings decided it was time to move things along.  "Feel that ass, Matt.
Have you ever felt anything so smooth?  Ben, bend down and show him your
hole. Spread your ass cheeks so he can get a real good look.  You did get
yourself clean before coming over, didn't you?"

Ben hated the question, but nodded that he had.  He didn't know why
Jennings had such stupid rules.  He was always on him about cleaning out
his asshole.  He thought that was demeaning.

"Yes, I did what you said.  I cleaned it the way you wanted."

"Was it before or after you took a crap"

"It was after."

"Was it a good crap?"

Ben absolutely hated this.  "Yes it was a good crap.  And it was a good
cleaning out afterward too."

Jennings turned to Matt.  "That's important.  Every time you work him off,
he must have a good clean hole.  As him about it and make him tell you.  If
necessary, make him show you or make him clean it out again."

Matt looked at the hole.  There wasn't much hair and it was clean looking.
He had never stood that close to a butt hole before.

"Want to put your finger in it to see how it feels?"

Matt was so excited he thought he might shoot without touching his
trembling bone.

"Lick your finger first.  No wait, here's a better idea, make Ben suck your
finger and get it really moist."

Matt came around in front. Ben was leaning over so much that his face was
even with Matt's stomach.  Matt extended a finger hesitantly.  Ben didn't
change expression, but he leaned in and opened his mouth and began sucking
on it.

"Ben sucks pretty good, doesn't he?  He did a good job on me last night."

Ben glowered, but continued sucking.

"Tell him when you want him to stop, Matt.  Remember you're in charge of
him now."

"Thanks, Ben.  That's enough."  Matt walked behind him and slowly put his
finger in the long trench crack area around his hole.  Ben still held his
cheeks apart.  The hole itself looked inviting, like it was waiting for
him.  He saw it flinch.  He could appreciate what Ben was going through.

His middle finger was dripping with Ben's saliva.  Matt placed it at the
entrance of the hole.  Ben gave a slight shiver.  Matt took a deep breath
and began the insertion.

He liked the feel.  It was warm and Ben's butt ring took a tight grasp on
his finger.  Matt slid it back and forth.  Ben responded.

"Ok, Matt.  Let's take the cage off his cock and get to work now.  I want
to check you out on it, and I don't have all day."

The unlocking was a magic moment for Matt.  Up close where the `good stuff'
was, he could feel the warmth, the body heat, even the sexual smell from
the overheated balls.  He got it unlocked and took it off.  Ben gave a
great sigh.  Matt was so excited he kept squeezing his bone and sort of
shuddering when he did.

Jennings handed him a tube of lube.  "You'll do better if you grease it up
first. The squishing sound adds a lot to the fun, keeps everybody excited.
Then take the cuffs and lock his hands behind his head.  It's really
necessary this time, because he's been so long without cuming that a guy
wouldn't be able to resist the urge to grab his dick away from you and get
the satisfaction he wants.  But part of your job is to make sure Ben always
uses your hand and not his.  In time he'll grow so dependent on yours that
he won't even want to jerk himself off.  He'll depend on you and your hand.

"Now, why don't you two sit on the sofa, and Matt you can either sit beside
him or get between his legs and reach up.  The legs position is better if
you want to play with his balls or poke his hole again.  I'm going, so you
two get started.  The basement door is locked from the inside so no one
will walk in on you."

At that moment it seemed to Matt that if he lived to be a hundred, nothing
in his life would ever compete with this.  A guy he could jack off any way
he wanted to, take as long as he wanted, and play with him while he was
doing that.  Ben sat down on the old sofa and Matt cuffed his hands behind
his head.  Then he sat on the floor between his legs.  He took Ben's dick
and began greasing it up. At first there was no response.

"It's been too long, Matt.  You'll have to be more excited with it to get
it started.  The pump needs priming."  He was leaning back and spreading
his legs, pushing his butt to the every edge.  "Do my butt again like you
did.  And when you get one finger up in it, take your thumb and reach
behind my balls along the tant and push in.  It'll be like massaging me
outside and inside all at once.  That should get me started."

Matt's left hand held the well-greased hose, while his right went to work
on the hole.  He liked pushing into the hole, the way Ben went rigid and
then sighed.  Matt figured he could get a lot of mileage out of that
maneuver over the next few weeks, maybe even like taking 30 minutes doing
that before ever starting in on the bone.  He bet he could have Ben
dripping big time.

Ben's hose started to lengthen a little.  Matt could feel the muscles or
bone-stick starting up.  Slow at first, like a snake waking from a winter's
nap, but starting up just the same.  He liked playing with the snake with
his fingers; not the whole hand wrapped tight, but fingers that could touch
and slide and slither like the snake itself.

This was the fulfillment of his dreams, of the times when he lay in bed at
night and imagined he was holding bigger boys prisoner, doing whatever he
wanted to with them, playing tortuously with their dicks.  He sometimes
would imagine he was their prisoner.  While he squeezed his little hummer
into multiple dry cums when he was younger, he would imagine them stripping
him and working his dick until he begged for mercy.

He was building up a head of steam pumping up and down the piston of Ben's
juicer.  Ben was responding as well, saying "Great!"  "Ah, I've been
waiting for so long."  "Keep it up."  And finally, "Faster!  Faster!
Squeeze it!  Make it sing!"

Both guys were in frenzy, Ben craving relief and Matt on the happiest joy
time of his young life.  Both were covered in sweat.  When Ben suddenly
shot, a blast came out so hot and so hard it splattered Matt's face with
the very first shot.  It startled him but Ben said "Keep it up!  Don't stop
now!  Oh god it's so damn good I can't stand it.  Keep pumping!"

It was eight days of cum being released, eight days of sexual agony where
he ached to grab his dick, eight days of hot balls churning and
blue-balling him.

Matt whipped the bone for all he was worth.  Squirts and shots kept coming
out until his face and hand were drenched, and cum dribbled all the way
down the shaft to the balls.  His hand was covered with the stuff.  It was
hot and had a special smell.

"That's a week's worth of cum, Matt.  You want to taste it?"

Matt was still in awe of the whole thing, sure any minute his brother would
wake him up and accuse him of jacking off in his sleep.  But in the magic
on the moment he said, "OK."

"Then give me some too."  Ben was reared back, hands cuffed behind his
head, his dick still quivering from the orgasm, his whole system like a
rocket firing.

"I thought if you tasted your own cum you'd die or something."

"If that was so. I'd have died a long time ago."  Matt raised a cum covered
hand and Ben licked the cum and sucked it off his fingers.  The feel of his
mouth on his hand make Matt start squeezing his bone again.

"Thanks, Matt."

After a few minutes, both of them regained their composure.  Matt still sat
between Ben's legs, with Ben's pole still pointing out beside Matt's face.
It had never gone down.  He reached up and touched it again.  It bobbed
slightly.  Matt looked directly at the head.

"Did you ever name him?"

"Who?"

"This thing.  He's got a nice face."

"No, why.  Do you want to name him?"

Matt thought about it a minute, still lightly touching it.  "I'd like to
call him Hawthorne."

"Why Hawthorne?"

"I don't know.  It's the shape of his face and the expression in his piss
slit.  He just looks like a Hawthorne."

"OK by me.  But I don't talk to my dick much."

"That all right.  When you need me to give you a hand, you can call and say
`Hawthorne wants to see you.'  Nobody will know."

Ben just nodded in agreement.

"Ready for the cage?"

"You'll have a hard time caging it right now.  It doesn't want to go down."

That was true.  Hawthorne still determinedly pointed ahead.

"Well, I guess I'll have to give you another hand, right?"

"It'll take at least one more to get all the stuff out of my balls.
They've been horned for a week."

Matt stood up and said "Let me get behind you.  I can reach around and jack
it.  My `little hummer' as Jennings calls it, would sure like to be lined
up against your back.  I could maybe sort of hump you and ride you and
stuff."  Matt was really getting into being in charge.

Ben had a funny look, but he nodded.  Matt was in heaven.  It was like
having sex with Ben...well almost.  Ben's physical warmth and muscled
strength felt great, and Matt hugged him from behind before reaching around
and starting on Hawthorne again.

This time it was slower and, in a lot of ways, better.  Ben could feel the
buildup without it being frantic, and Matt could enjoy feeling every inch
of the pole.  Plus he got to hump Ben a little.  Now that he had gotten his
precum to flowing, it made for a smoother hump.  Matt buried his face at
the top of Ben's back, feeling the warmth and the strength.  He wished he
could stay that way forever.

This time when Ben shot, his dick was able to go down.  Reluctantly he
stood up to let Matt put the cage back on him.

"Wait a minute" Matt said.  "I'll clean off the head for you."

"Oh that won't be necessary."

Matt looked at him steadily and said with a hint of mischief, "Oh yes it
will."

Grabbing tissues from a nearby box, Matt set to work.  Before long, Ben was
twisting and squirming, "It's sore, Matt.  It hadn't been worked on in
eight days.  I can't stand the touch now."

He hoped the cage would be gone before long, but he realized he liked
Matt's hand working him -- it was a lot more fun and more interesting than
his own jacking pattern.  Maybe it was just that a bigger dick was new to
Matt, and he enjoyed finding things he could do with it.

"Can you take the stuff Jennings gave us home?  I'd be afraid somebody
might find it at my house.  They are really strict."

"Take my own torture things home with me?"  Ben joked.  "Sure.  Maybe next
time we can use some of them.  Now just take my cuffs off."

Matt stood there in the nude.  With the cuffs off, Ben reached out and
touched his shoulder.  "What is it?  Want me to do something for you?"

Matt was unsure.  "Could you blow me?"

Ben grinned.  "If I can blow Jennings, I'm sure I could blow you.  But
don't think that means I'll keep doing it.  I'll lie on the sofa and you
get on top, up by my face.  That way I can suck your little hummer and run
my hands all over your white-ass butt at the same time."

Matt crawled up and positioned himself.  When Ben took his dick in his
mouth, Matt felt something he had never experienced before.  The warmth,
the softness, the movement of the tongue across the head sent shivers down
his spine.  Then he felt Ben's fingers stroking his butt, moving carefully,
gently, caressingly across the two orbs.  He sighed and looked into Ben's
eyes with a renewed sense of wonder.  Slowly Ben's fingers moved into his
crack, probing until they found the rosebud splendor that rested there.

Matt thought of the moment yesterday when he had inserted his finger into
Josh.  He wished Josh was here to see this, maybe even to be doing that to
him.

Ben had never had a little brother.  Sucking on Matt and fingering him,
feeling his hot body next to his, made him yearn for what might have been,
for a relationship that wasn't just sports and fights and girls, but
something like this, holding him close and gently pushing his finger inside
Matt.  When Matt finally shot, Ben sucked it all down gratefully.

"Now there's some of you inside me" he said.

It was almost lunchtime before Matt and Ben finished.  As they parted, Ben
said "I'll call when I need some help.  You'll have a chance to play with
Hawthorne again soon."

Matt felt so full of the experience he could only smile and hurry off.



It was after lunch and Troy was checking some papers he needed to send back
to the college as part of his admissions.  He realized the stuff should get
off in the mail before the weekend.  As he finished, Pete and Tommy came
in.  He looked up from his study desk.

"You guys need something?"

"Tommy wants to ask you something."

Tommy's eyes were eager and he sort of danced on one foot and the other.

"Well?"

"Can we finish getting Josh tonight?"

"We have to wait for the right opportunity.  I think our folks are going to
be home tonight, so we wouldn't really have a way."

The eagerness never left Tommy's face. "We could do it at my house.  My
whole family will be out tonight.  There's some sort of benefit at the
civic center.  They told me I didn't have to go, but that I couldn't leave
home."

Pete nodded and looked from Tommy to Troy.  He was mad at both his brothers
for not including him this morning when Troy was getting Josh, but now
getting Josh some more would help make up for it.

"Tommy's yard would be great, Troy.  We could run him to the far end near
the streetlight, and anybody driving by could see him."

"And I could have more fun again.  I even thought up some more stuff to do
since last night."

Troy shook his head.  It was great to be a `college man' or almost one, and
he could show how much older he was.  "We'll have to see.  I'll think it
over."  He was deliberately being patronizing.

Both boys looked discouraged.  "Come on Tommy, let's go back to my room and
we can plan stuff."

Troy had a thought.  `Where is Josh anyway?  I haven't seen him since
breakfast."

"I think he went down the street to see some guys.  He'll be back soon.  We
like to keep an eye on him." The two boys giggled conspiratorially.

Troy smirked.  "Maybe Josh has decided after last night that he needs a
hand with something."  He knew they wouldn't catch on to the pun.

When he had finished his work, he decided to take the letter down to the
post office so it would go off sooner.  While he was there, he saw Chet's
truck parked across the street.  That gave him an idea.  As he saw Chet
coming back, he called him over.

"You want to come to my house and see something you won't believe?"

Chet actually had never liked Troy.  He thought he was a bully, and Troy
had done stuff to him when he had his varsity initiation.  It was stuff he
didn't like to think about.  But now Troy seemed really eager, so Chet
agreed.

"What's it going to be?"

"Something on DVD that I made last night.  You were one of the two that got
Josh yesterday, weren't you?"

"Oh, you have a DVD of that?"

"No, I made a video of some other stuff last night and it's on DVD.  Come
see."

Upstairs in Troy's room, Chet sat in a chair and Troy sat on the bed.  Both
were facing the TV screen.  Something about it all brought back memories of
Chet's initiation into the varsity.  Both of them were remembering.  Troy
felt his dick nudge in his shorts.

"Watch this" he said, and started the DVD.  First on the screen was the
moment Troy left the room.  Tommy was gleefully playing with Josh's dick,
while Pete twisted his nipples.  The camera was stationary but it was well
aimed.

"Damn" Chet said.  "That's your brother."

"Yep.  And he's being gotten by his little brother and a neighbor boy.  I
turned them loose on him and told them to have fun.  I can promise you they
did."  The sound came up and Chet could hear Tommy laughing and talking,
while Josh fumed and occasionally let out a moan.

The noise attracted Josh who had come home and was out in the hall.
Without knocking he opened the door and saw what was on the screen.  He
pitched a fit.

Troy grabbed him and said, "That video is to make sure I don't get any
payback from you.  If you try to get me or do anything, I'll make sure
everybody gets to see you being worked on by two little kids.  You know
what they'll think of you then."

Chet stood up to go.  This was family business and he had other things to
worry about.  But Troy stopped him by saying, "Josh, if you think that's so
bad, shut up a minute and I'll tell you what we did to Chet.  We wanted him
not to just be tough, but to be varsity tough."

With a real smirk, he turned to Chet.  "Yeah Chet, we got you good.  That
was some night.  We tied you down on those rusty bed springs.  It was me
and Butch and Lee-Roy.  You looked so cute spread eagled out that way, and
the first thing we did was give you a shot of tequila.  You coughed and
sputtered, but we told you that if you didn't swallow it, we'd pry your
mouth open and pour half the bottle down it.

"We wanted to get you good, so Lee-Roy had a pocket knife and we used it to
shave your hairs off down there.  You had a pretty good bunch.  Only
problem was we didn't have any shaving cream. I'd hold your dick and
Lee-Roy would scrape a few off, and we'd put them in your mouth and make
you swallow them.  You couldn't do anything about it, but you sure
struggled.

"I could tell it was rough because your skin started looking scratched.
The knife wasn't very sharp, but that's OK it just added to the fun.
Lee-Roy he loved his job though.  He'd hum and scrape a few hairs off, and
Butch would gather them up and say `Here we go.  Open wide.  Swallow them
good so you can grow some more.'  Then we'd pour another shot of tequila
down your throat.

"Lee-Roy would tell me to give him a better angle, and I'd pull your dick
to one side or the other, or hold it against your pubes while he got some
around your balls.  It's funny how hard a guy's dick can get, even when
he's scared.  Lee-Roy he'd get mad and say `Get that dick out of my face
before I cut to off' and I'd let go of it and he'd slap it -- pretty hard
too -- and then I'd grab it again and Lee-Roy he'd go back to scraping off
them hairs.  Finally he said `Hell, I think I'll pull them out by the roots
and save everybody some time.'  We were pretty high on tequila by then and
you looked like you were going to go crazy.  Butch even grabbed a clump of
them and gave a yank and you hollered so hard we thought we'd have to gag
you.

"Well finally we got them shaved, and you looked real pretty down there,
like a baby or a little boy.  That was when Lee-Roy pretended there were
some hairs growing along your dick, and he grabbed it -- it was bone hard
-- and started scraping down it.

"You had done a pretty good job of swallowing them hairs, but a few got in
your teeth and that set us all to laughing.  We'd ask you who you'd been
blowing -- stuff like that.  Then we'd give you some more tequila to wash
them all down.  Finally when you were pretty raw down there, we poured
tequila all over your crotch and balls.  Man I thought you'd rise up to the
ceiling you were struggling so hard.  Then to be helpful, we rubbed some
more in, and made sure your balls got a second dose.

"You were pretty out of it by that time, so we decided to see how long we
could work your dick and keep you from shooting.  Lee-Roy turned out to be
an expert at that.  He'd begin with a nice regular pace, and when he saw
you start to tense and gasp, he'd take his hand away and we'd laugh and
you'd try to hump the air.  Me and Butch we took turns rubbing our dicks in
your face.  You hated that.  I wanted to make you suck us, but Lee-Roy and
Butch said no, that we'd likely start something that there's no way back
from.  They were sticklers about not going too far with a guy, at least
that was true back then.  But I'll tell you the truth, Chet, I still think
that was a good idea and if I ever get the chance I think I'm gonna make
you do that."

He paused, enjoying his moment of being able to torment both of them at the
same time.  On the TV, Tommy had just made Josh cum.  Troy pointed toward
the screen, and resumed his story.

"Anyhow" Troy said, returning to his story as he grinned at Chet, "Lee-Roy
would jack you to the edge and stop, wait a second, and start back slow.
We had you practically babbling toward the end, begging us to let you cum.
You were willing to promise anything, willing to tell us anything.  Finally
after about an hour, Lee-Roy said he would finally let you shoot.  He would
hold your dick and if you could thrust enough, you'd shoot.  The secret was
he wasn't holding your dick as tight as before, and you couldn't get much
movement tied down on the bed, but you sure as hell tried.  I think finally
you realized it wasn't going to happen unless you agreed to something.

"So you said we could do whatever we wanted to you.  With that, Lee-Roy
gave you a golf ball to suck on, and when it was good and wet we untied
your legs and held them over your head, and Lee-Roy pushed the ball up your
ass.  Right up your butt hole.  You sure screamed, man.  We couldn't stop
laughing.  We said `It's for your own good' and `You're right on the ball,
Chet,' and stuff like that.  Anyhow once it was inside we grabbed duct tape
and taped up your butt so it couldn't pop back out.

"We tied your hands behind your back before we let you go, and we said we'd
leave your clothes at the old restroom at the park.  I gave your butt a
good hard spank and we took off.

"The best thing was we never did let you cum.  You had gone through all
that, and even after you agreed we could do whatever we wanted, we still
didn't finish off your bone. You ran all the way to the old restroom with
your bone pointing out in front, AND with your legs spread wide.  I laughed
my fool head off.  Even the next week, you were walking funny.  What'd you
ever do with that golf ball, anyway?"

"None of your damn business."

"Well when the team saw you Monday in the locker room all shaved and
scraped, they knew something had happened.  And I let them know which guys
did it to you.  I figured that'd be an object lesson for them, so nobody
would challenge me in anything.  After that moment I ruled, man.  I totally
ruled."

There was a big bulge in his pants.  Chet knew Troy got off on stuff like
that.  Troy looked over.  "Like what you see, huh?"

"No, just thinking what a total jerk you are."

Troy waited a moment, then got a gleam in his eyes.  "By the way, how did
you ever get your wrists untied at the old restroom?  I mean there's never
anybody there except...yeah except sometimes for some pervert.  Is that how
you got loose?  Did some perv feel you up or did you have to blow him to
get your wrists free?  I bet you both got a charge out of that."

"That's disgusting. I'm out of here."

"Me too" Josh said.  He followed Chet down the stairs.  "Can I get a ride
to Matt's?"

"Sure.  You have my sympathy about your brother.  He's seriously twisted."

"I'd really like to get some payback for all he's done to me.  Are you in?"

Chet smiled. "Sure.  Payback time.  Count on me."

Upstairs, Troy grabbed the phone book and sat down.  "I wonder where
Lee-Roy is now, if he's still around.  Maybe I'll give him a call.  I need
him to work his magic on several guys I want to get.  Maybe Butch knows how
to reach him."

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End of Chapter Three

(Thanks to all of you who have written.  It really encourages me. Thanks
for your ideas as well.  - Bart)