Date: Sun, 29 May 2016 00:23:19 -0400
From: r1nl8@hushmail.com
Subject: Seventh Grade Part Five

Seventh Grade Part Five

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May, 2016

Seventh Grade Part Five


KEITH'S REVENGE

Keith and Pedro had figured out a way to wake up early. They realized the
juice they drank before bed made them sleepy, so they didn't drink
it. Keith felt sorry for what Chris had gone through, but nothing could
take away the torture the kid had dished out to him for 3 years or more.

Sharing his story with his new best friend Pedro, they made a plan. They
would accept Chris into their group, but only on their terms. Those terms
meant punishment for past offenses, then complete forgiveness and
acceptance.

They had, however, made Chris drink his juice, and theirs also. Once
asleep, they checked for Counselors. Before they made their rounds, they
stuffed pillows into the sleeping bags, and coached the drowsy Chris out
the back. They quickly put a blind fold over his eyes, and he practically
had to be dragged, half conscious, out of the room.

Keith and Pedro tried as quietly as they could to lead the stumbling and
mumbling boy out the back door. Somehow they made it without waking anyone
or arousing suspicion. They took him out the back and to the right, heading
deep into the forest, making sure no one would hear his protests or cries
for help.

Once they got to the spot they had chosen, they sat the naked little boy on
a stump. His already small penis was now nothing more than a shriveled
little foreskin, his once loose scrotum was now a tight wrinkled sac.

With the boy's dragging him, handcuffing him, and the cold outside, Chris
slowly began to wake, realizing his position, and mumbling to Keith and
Pedro.

"Uh, what, what are you doing???"

They ignored him, proceeding to restrain their prisoner.

"Please! I ain't done nuttin to you!!" Chris pleaded, trying to gain some
sympathy.

"You've bullied me for years Chris; all through elementary school and now
we are in junior high it all ends now," Keith said.

"Oh come on, I didn't mean nuthin' by it!!, It was all just a joke!"

"Well your jokes hurt me for years Chris."

"But what did I do???" the boy begged.

" You made me feel like shit, you beat me up every week! You even spanked
my balls with a spoon with one of your friends a few years ago!"

"Come on Keith, I thought we were friends now! Why are you doing this? What
are you going to do to me?"

"You're about to find out." Chris said. "You're gonna get double what
you've been dishing out to me."

"But .... but .... please, Keith, I thought you were my friend!! Please
don't do this!"

"Yes Chris, we are friends now. You are about to become a brother, but you
have to pay for the torture you put me through."

"Pedro, quarter him."

Pedro grabbed the trembling boy by his wrists behind his back and forced
him to a small clearing the friends had mapped out earlier for just this
reason.

"Oh no, no, please ... What are you doing? Please don't hurt me Chris! I'll
do anything ... I'm sorry for everything, Chris."

Four chains were already in place, 2 above, 2 below, with leather arms and
ankle wraps at the ends. Chris was quickly attached, shaking and trembling,
nearly in tears with his entire body exposed in such a manner. He had no
choice but to accept anything that may happen to him, and he knew he had
done the same type stuff to younger boys. Now it was happening to him, and
the feeling was totally different. He was terrified.

Skinny, hairless little Chris was there, arms stretched out, legs stretched
out, his most privates totally exposed. For some reason it wasn't like in
the gym earlier.... this seemed more ominous somehow. Soon enough he knew
the difference.

Keith and Pedro began circled the young prisoner, taunting him,
occasionally slapping his ass or pulling on his penis, even slapping
it. They taunted him that he had no pubes, pinching the bare skin at the
base of his cock, which was beginning to stretch and grow against the will
of Chris. They grabbed at his tiny nuts, pulling his sac down, making him
wince in pain.

"Where's your pubic hair, Chris?" Keith asked furiously.

"I, I ... I don't have any ..."

Pedro tugged and pinched at the smooth skin of his pubis, keeping on until
Chris begged him to stop.

"Yeah, no shit. Why are you bald down here?" Pedro asked, "Did you shave
it?"

"That must be it," Keith chimed in, "because everybody at our age has a
least a few. You must shave it to look like a little boy. Is that what you
do, Chris? Shave so you look like a little boy?"

Pedro was behind Chris, concentrating on the tight little ass. He fingered
and probed at the hole, without entering it fully, but enjoying watching
Chris squirm and beg for release.

Neither Pedro or Keith knew exactly what he was pleading to be released
from, since Keith was pulling down on the small balls to see how low he
could get the jelly beans to hang, and in between pulling and squeezing his
cock and foreskin. Between all of it, there was a lot of moaning, groaning,
begging and moving.

They took a break and sat down in front of Chris, building a small fire to
warm them up.

Pedro started taunting Chris first, pointing at his short skinny cock.

"You think he'll ever be able to fuck somebody with a pencil dick like
that?"

"Doubt it," Keith replied," and if he did, nothing would ever come out of
those little peanuts."

They laughed and laughed making fun of Chris, but, truth be known, Keith
was only playing along. He didn't like demeaning Chris that way. He
preferred to punish Chris for what he had done to him, and then make
friends.

Last year, Chris and one of his friend's had 'captured' Keith in the woods
and stripped him down. Keith had gotten a hard on when they made him suck
their young cocks (Chris' friend was a hot boy, probably 4" and actually
had started to grow some hairs - not much, but a respectable little patch.)
Chris had a dry cum in Keith's mouth, but his buddy had a wet one. They had
both already paddled Keith's sac with a wooden spoon, hitting his balls
just enough to hurt like hell but not do permanent damage. Keith choked
when Chris's friend blasted his cum down his throat, but swallowed as Chris
held a paddle at his nuts and threatened to use it if Keith refused to take
it down his throat.

Over the next year or so, even during summer, this same scenario continued
to play out. Occasionally one of the two would suck his cock for a minute,
or lick his balls, always on a dare from the other that neither ever
refused, but they always demanded more in return than they ever gave out.

Finally, after all this time, here was the day of revenge. Keith remembered
the pain, and shame, he felt after that first time in the woods. He wanted
to forgive, but he also wanted to forget. This was his way to pay it back
and leave it behind him.

Keith and Pedro stood behind him and took turns spanking his ass until it
was bright red. Chris was crying and begging for mercy, and occasionally
they gave it to him, using lotion to cool down his ass and rub his cheeks
lovingly, doing the same to his little nuts and immature erection, soothing
him and making him moan with both joy and pain.

But there was always something else to distress the kid; hitting at his
balls, fingers up his ass, he didn't know how much more he could take.

Pedro licked his finger but didn't bother to use lube as he shoved his
index finger into the tight anus. Chris screamed, begging him to stop.

"Take it out, take it out," he moaned. "Please take it out."

Pedro kept finger fucking the tight ass. Then he grabbed a switch and began
to cane the boy's white ass. With each stroke, Chris writhed and cried in
pain, pleading for the pain to end. Pedro, on Keith's instructions, gave
him 20 strokes - the boy's ass striped from top to bottom with red marks.

On the front side, Keith was pulling tightly on the slender penis, trying
unsuccessfully to make it hard, so he brought out the wooden spoon, much
like the one that had been used on him.

"Oh my god, NO," Chris screamed. "Please, don't.  PLEASE!"

Keith had no need to lift up the penis, it was too small to matter. The
little testicles were available anyway, and he began to gently spank them
with the wooden spoon.

He didn't hit the tender little balls very hard but every gentle swat made
Chris tear up and beg for the pain to stop.

Chris almost vomited at every hit of the spoon on his little nuts. He
begged them to stop, to stop hurting him `down there.'

As Chris became more and more distressed, they backed off a bit ... just a
little bit. Emotional tears wet his eyes, as Chris melted into a wet mess
in front of them. Pedro massaged his anus without inserting, Keith gently
took hold of the tight little nuts.

When Pedro released the restraints and his hold, Chris melted into the arms
of Keith, who held him tightly and soothed his friend. He gently ran his
hands down his back, and when they reached his sore red cheeks, he reached
out a hand where Pedro applied plenty of lotion.

With the arms of the skinny exhausted boy wrapped around his neck, Keith
slathered the lotion in his hands and massaged the tender
buttocks. Whimpering at first, maybe shedding a few tears, soon Keith felt
all of Chris' muscles relax, as the boy gave in to his captor. Keith kissed
his neck, and even held his face up to look him in the eyes as he kissed
him passionately, draped his arm around him to hold him steady and led him
back, with Pedro's help, to their space in the gym, being sure to make it
to their sleep sites on the gym floor before the Counselors came around.

Tucking Chris into bed with he and Pedro, Keith felt a sense of
satisfaction, but also of tenderness towards the boy that had bullied him
for so long. He gently caressed his former nemesis, as the younger boy fell
asleep in his arms, occasionally whimpering.

Keith drifted off to sleep, mostly wishing he was holding Leon. He thought
he had met a true match. Oh well, there were plenty of hours left to
reconnect.

Pedro cuddled behind Keith, and wrapped his arms around Keith and Chris
like they were young boys, holding the whimpering Chris, applying lotion to
his cheeks, and doing his best to make him feel safe.