Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2001 13:15:52 -0500 From: Barrett Evans Subject: Helping Harris - 4 (T/BB bond cons) Story Codes T/BB Bondage Consensual WARNING: This story may contain descriptions of sexual acts between boys and boys of various ages. If this is not to your tastes, please leave now (unless you want to be educated and have an open mind that is!) The story is copyrighted by the author. Please do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or other web-sites without permission of the author. You may, however, send it to your friends in any form you wish, as long as payment is neither requested or received. The story is fiction. Any resemblance to any individual, alive or dead, isn't intended but is a nice idea... >From the writer of Silly Games and It's Cold Outside and Rivers Edge. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter4 - School is a better place Well, I didn't sleep that well all the night going over and over the events of the last 24 hours. God, was it real or just a long wonderful dream, and was I gay. The thought of being gay horrified me for some reason, but I had felt better than I had ever felt before. Kind of fresh and alive, like I had something to live for. I suppose I didn't really get to worked up about school that morning, but then I hadn't thought about the possibilities that now existed. I didn't see anyone really as I walked to school, just the odd few that set off as usual around the same time. But, as I walked past the old house and the shed where we had taken Harris the previous day my dick twitched a little. When I arrived at school I never saw Chrissy or Harris and trotted to my first class as I did every morning. When I went through the door I was greeted by the biggest grin you ever saw. "Well, how did you sleep last night", asked Chrissy. "Sleep, how was I supposed to do that hey", I replied grinning in return. He turned and sat at his desk and I wandered over to mine, getting what I needed onto the desk before the teacher came in. As the lesson progressed Chrissy was distracting me more and more when he turned to check on me and grin at me. I just wondered what was so funny and why couldn't he just get on with things before we both got into trouble. Then the bell rang and the whole room emptied in seconds out into the corridor. Chrissy was waiting and so was Craig Harris. The smile vanished from my face as I saw his little gang near to him. Our eyes locked onto each other. Chrissy detected my fear and walked between us breaking the invisible beam. "So how you doing Craig" Chrissy asked, throwing us both off guard. Craig looked around to the crowd of friends he had and then looked back at Chrissy, "Oh, I'm fine, you". "Ye, me and my friend had a good day yesterday thanks" replied Chrissy. Craig looked around again uncomfortable at the situation. "Hey Craig, what you doing talking to that little shit", shouted one of his friends. Craig responded, "Oh he's OK, just leave him alone". "All right, what's got into you". Craig didn't respond turning his head back to Chrissy. "See you after soccer hey Craig, in the toilet by the school entrance would be good", as Chrissy winked. Craig just turned and walked away as I approached Chrissy. "What the hell are you up to now", I asked. "Oh I just thought I might have some fun later, you can come if you want", he replied. And before I could say anything he ran off down the corridor to the next lesson. Well, you can just imagine the state that left me in, my mind up to all sorts of things. God, was he going to do stuff to Craig again. The image of that 14 year old bully at the total mercy of Chrissy, two years his younger in the corridor was one I never wanted to forget. It all happened so fast even though the rest of the day was a real drag, probably because I had no chance on keeping my concentration on school work from then on. In the end the end of school bell rang, but the wait wasn't over because we had to wait until Craig finished soccer practice to see if he really would be obedient and come to see us. The school stayed open till well into the evening for other activities and adult classes, but I really couldn't see how Chrissy planned to do anything in the toilets with other people around. We met up outside and waited chatting, Chrissy wouldn't tell me what he was up to so the time went slowly. But then from one of the windows we saw the soccer practice and them all run into the changing rooms. It was about fifteen minutes later when most of the boys had gone past us and home that Craig turned the corner. As usual Chrissy grin shot across his face and he winked at me. "Look, I will do what you want right, but don't let on to my mates like today, right", he pleaded. "If I want to talk to you with your mates about then tuff", responded Chrissy. I felt sorry for him, but felt it was time to make my mark, "Yea, and you were told then when you are with us you don't talk unless we ask you something". "Are you the last one to come out of the changing rooms", asked Chrissy. "Yes, only Mr Ready was left and he followed me out", replied Craig. "OK then lets go back there", as we set off. Not a word was said as we followed Craig to the boys changing rooms, no one would go in for the rest of the night so we should be safe. As we went through the door Chrissy asked Craig if he had showered, and he had. So Chrissy started the instructions, "OK, then you bet get your stuff off for us to get started". I backed him up getting ever more confident by the second with "Yes, we mean everything Craig, boxers and all". Craig scowled at me, wanting to react, but knowing he was unable to do so, simply going along with things and undoing the buttons on his shirt while taking he tie of with the other hand. In no time Chrissy was emptying the contents of his school bag onto the floor of the changing rooms. We had picked a spot around the corner from the entry door where we could freeze silently if anyone did come in unexpected. If they only looked in we would be safe. Chrissy looked at me and stunned me with his next words, "Come on get your kit of then". "What do you mean", I replied quietly into his ear. "It will be more exciting if we do it nude, what do you think", he replied. Well, yes I thought it would be, but how about Craig seeing us, but I couldn't ask that one so I as well as Chrissy started to strip of while also watching Craig watching us as his trousers slipped down his softly haired thighs. I had an erection which was hard when we started with Craig, but by now with the stripping getting painfully hard in the confines of my own trousers. So I wasn't to unhappy, if a little shy to be stripping them off, Craig was now slipping his boxers down to his feet. He turned away which I couldn't figure out because he would have to show us everything and bending over exposed his nice puckered hole stopping both me and Chrissy dead. Finally I timed the removal of my own shorts perfectly with Chrissy watching as they slipped of his gorgeous legs. It was then that my eyes crept up those legs to the center of any boys world, his dick. It stood proud at nearly six inches bouncing a little each time it throbbed with excitement and anticipation at what was going to happen. Chrissy was a good looker and well endowed as well, not a spot of hair could I see around his dick, the purple head peeking through the uncut tip. Then he snapped me out of it all, "Craig, get over to these benches", pointing at the wooden benches in between the lockers where we would change during the days sports periods. Craig obeyed with out a word of resistance, moving over and sitting his naked ass down on the benches. We moved over towards him, both of our solid dicks waving back and forth causing Craig to give out an untimely chuckle at the sight. "Funny hey, well it's not as funny as what we are going to do to you", retaliated Chrissy, "Now, lie down along the length of the bench with your arms stretched out above your head". Craig did as instructed, his smooth abdomen pulling inwards and seeming to push his own hardening dick outwards. Chrissy pulled out a couple of rolls of duct tape and instructed me to tape his arms above together and then to tape them to the bench. This I did, then cutting the tape I began to wrap another length around the bench and his elbows securing them down firmly. Next I cam to Craig's head, using another length of tape I wrapped the tape across his lips and underneath the bench and back up the other side. For the first time Chrissy wanted Craig blindfolded, so once more I wrapped tape over his eyes, then under the bench and back up over his eyes, firmly fixing his head in position to the bench top. Chrissy meanwhile had wrapped tape around his stomach and under the bench, fixing him well, by using a lot of tape and also making it very tight pulling his stomach inwards. At one point he ordered Craig to breath in to make sure it was as tight as possible. When he breathed back out the tape took up the strain as any fat rolled over the edges. Then I moved down to Craig's feet only to be met with a swift "No", from Chrissy and he handed me a length of cord. "I want you to tie a piece around each ankle then tie the other end to the locker door handles so we can pull his legs apart. Now the lockers were solid being bolted to the walls for safety reasons, so this seemed a pretty good idea. I set to work securing the cords around his ankles, but then Chrissy took the end of one cord leaving me with the other. Mirroring his actions I went over to the lockers and picked a handle which was about opposite the one he had, then like Chrissy I threaded the cord through the handle. "Ok, when you are ready get a good grip and lets see how far apart we can get his legs to go", announced Crissy while he took up the slack. On hearing this Craig instinctively resisted trying to pull his ankles back together. But the element of surprise was upon him and once we had pulled his legs so far, his muscles just became useless, having no effect as we began to pull hard on the cord. Craig's legs were now taught, but the anchorage points we had used still gave us plenty of room to pull his legs wider apart and up towards his head. As we struggled to pull flexing our selves against the lockers, Craig's tendons became clearly visible under the strain passing up the inside of each thigh and curving in towards the base of his now solid dick. We gave it one last tug and then secured the cord holding Craig's legs apart. With that we both moved and sat down on the end of the bench between Craig's outstretched legs to discover his wonderfully exposed organs and hole. The strain on his legs was so great that it was even opening his hole up slightly allowing us a view deep into his body. My own organ ached as a stared at Craig from such an exposed and helpless angle with the urge to touch him, but wanting to wait for Chrissy to as always take the lead. Chrissy went deep into his bag once more, this time pulling out a bottle of baby oil and once more smiling at me. This will help us get him real excited tonight and besides, it's my turn to get myself of on him. I was saddened by the last comment that Chrissy was planning to get inside of Craig, but then I wanted to see Chrissy wonderful body in full action for the first time. So I put my flattened palms out in front of me to receive some of the oil from Chrissy... "Go on then lets have some, are we going to stop him shooting though", I asked. "No, not this time we are going to see just how many times he can shoot in one session", Chrissy responded. As the words hit Craig's ears he strained on his bindings, simply getting both of us more excited at the thought of Craig not wanting us to do that. Chrissy added, "By the time we are finished he will have used muscles he never knew he had and ache all over". "Hey Todd, will you oil me up first, I want to be nice and slippy all over and glistening in the light". My dick just bounced at the thought, this would if I agreed be the very first time I had touched Chrissy naked body. Well my hands were oiled and I was as horny as hell, so I wasn't going to argue and stood up to apply my fingers to his body. As I did so Chrissy stood as well and turned his back to me. "Are you ready then, get on with it", as he encouraged me to break the invisible barrier which might hold me back. Once I did this I was giving him new signals about my sexuality. First contact was with his shoulders and the skin on my body tingled as I started to work the oil into his skin, just like when a cold wind hits you. I slowly worked down his arms moving my hands in front of him to gesture for more oil as I needed it. His skin was so smooth with out the oil, but with the oil it felt and looked incredible. As I worked down my penis shuddered with the excitement which sooner or later would push me over the edge. I so wanted to touch it, but I had a job to do first and I was enjoying that so much. As I moved over his perfectly formed arse cheeks, I felt him push back. Then he bent down exposing his hole to my sight, "I suppose you had better in my crack as well, to make sure I am fully covered", he added. As I ran my oiled fingers down from the base of his spine across the muscle, it winked back at me stretching the skin. Once I was done he stood back up and I continued my journey downwards pushing my oiled fingers between his legs and touching the back of his hanging ball sack. The feeling inside me were fantastic and I was totally immersed in the pleasures that Craig was a distant memory. When I hit the floor, Chrissy turned to face me, and right at eyes level I was confronted by his dick head harder than I had ever seen it before. It had to happen and at that moment as I stood up he grabbed my wrist disabling them as I shot my juices between his legs. He supported me as my legs quivered with the effort of supporting me at that moment. My first ever unaided orgasm, but he never spoke just smiled urging me to continue. It didn't take long for me to get hard again, especially as I worked the oil into his rigid shaft feeling the heat before I even touched it. As I worked on it, I could feel it trembling with excitement and hear the groans from the lips above. Then I finished. "OK, it's your turn now Todd, turn around" he said to my horror, well maybe not horror. I felt my face burning up as I turned away from him. I waited holding my breath for his fingers to touch my body. When they did they felt so cool, comfortably massaging me as his hands glided across the surface of my skin. As the oil covered me it felt so strange yet comforting. He pushed between my shoulder blades encouraging me to bend over which I did, but the it felt like something hot was burning my bum hole as his eyes must have locked onto the target. I shuddered as his fingers brushed across my back door sending it wild and pulsing the muscles in both my ring and my now very hard dick. He moved to the front in no time and by the time he got to the base of my dick, my own self control was failing once more. He was undoubtedly the more experienced and must have been enjoying this torture. As his fingers slid up my organ he tightened his grip, only momentarily. But that was enough I bucked and shot straight past his ear, no where near as much as before, but god it was better. Of course it was so sensitive that he had to be very careful as he continued to cover me in oil, the whole of my skin was electric and I couldn't help wondering how Craig was going to cope with this. We, were both now glistening under the lighting, both our bodies looking stunning, I was even excited by my own body when I spotted it in the mirror over the other side of the changing room. Now for the games to start on Craig, who by now must have been wondering what we were up to. I held the bottle of oil high over Craig's groan and squeezed a little watching the stream of oil descend until Craig's stomach muscles tensed as the cool oil hit him. Once a pool of oil had built up in his belly button, I put the bottle down and both I and Chrissy moved in from each side with our hands, moving the oil around and spreading it up each of high thighs and around his stiffening organ working it down to his opened hole. We the each took it in turns to work on his now steel cock with our oily fingers teasing every sensation from him as we did so. The other working on his chest especially his erect nipples pinching them between finger and thumb hard enough for them to slip loose at the last moment. As I watched Chrissy he was so cruel to Craig, squeezing his unprotected testicles as he manipulated them around. I didn't realise this was to further stimulate him. He strained against his bindings until he could take no more and had his first orgasm of the night spurting long and hard into air. Chrissy never even stopped the onslaught continuing his manipulations even while Craig was releasing his juices. This had the effect of never even allowing Craig's tool to relax at all while Chrissy teased the super-sensitive tip some more. ======================================================================== Sorry for the delay, I have many more in this series to follow if you want them. Don't Spam me, or I might Spam you back.... Oh and for all those trying to find the other stories/parts, they are at: - http://www.nifty.org under Bisexual/Authoritarian and now exclusives at http://www.mrdouble.com as well as some of my other stories Thanks Barrett (barrett_e@hotmail.com) A boys innocence is never lost through good only evil.