Date: Thu, 3 Oct 2002 16:41:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Got (Part 9)

Carson stood in front of me, a tablespoon with my own
cum on it, trying to make me swallow it.  I stood on a
bench in Larry's living room, my legs tied wide apart
and my wrists held at each end of a rod across my
shoulders that was hooked to the ceiling.  This
13-year-old kid thought he could make me do whatever
he wanted.  His buddy Taylor stood beside him.

"Come on, Jason, open up wide now.  Get it while it's
hot."

Taylor added with a smirk, "And there's more of that
stuff on Carson that we need to get in you too."

I shook my head and turned it as far to the side as I
could.  "Never, you little pricks.  That's something
I'll never do."

"OK then.  You'll be sorry.  Hey Taylor, go behind him
and pull out another bead."

"No!" I shouted.  But Taylor was already behind me
now.  I glared into Carson's smiling face.  Then I
felt Taylor begin to pull on the chain.

I shuddered and convulsed and thought my whole insides
were coming out back.  It felt like something the size
of a baseball was being pulled out my ass.  All the
beads in the chain moved down a little as it was
pulled, and the glow heated my prostate and my whole
ass track beyond belief.  My dick bounced and
immediately got hard again, and my balls started
churning.  I surged with the most powerful sexual
charge I could ever imagine.  I couldn't believe that
although I had just shot off, I was suddenly this
sexually charged again.

Both guys were laughing.  Carson still held the spoon.
He looked at my dick, which actually still had a drop
or two of cum at the tip even though Taylor had
cleared the channel.

"Well we can add those drops of cum to the spoon too,"
he said, and reaching down held the spoon there while
his fingers squeezed the last drops out.  I shook from
the charge of his fingers on my dick.  It was so
erotic I couldn't stand it.  My dick was at full
height again, begging to be worked.

Carson put the spoon back in front of my lips.  "Open
wide.  We don't have all day.  Or do you want another
bead pulled?"

I shook my head in despair and opened my mouth.  The
spoon came in.  At first I didn't do anything. Then
Carson tiled it to get the cum to run out.  I felt the
stuff in my mouth and couldn't believe I was doing
this.

"Go ahead, swallow it.  All of it."

I shuddered again and did what he said.  I gagged, but
managed to swallow it all.  Then he turned the spoon
upside down in my mouth and said, "Lick the spoon.
Don't let any go to waste."

Feeling Taylor's hands on my butt again, I did what
Carson wanted.  I couldn't believe all this was
happening to me.  Carson then took the spoon, after he
was sure I had swallowed it all, and began scraping
the cum off his face and hair and putting it on the
spoon.

"You sure shoot off a lot when you shoot" he said.

Taylor had come around to watch.  "With balls as big
as his, I'm not surprised."

Carson had gotten just about all of the cum now.  The
spoon seemed almost full again.

"Here we go, Jason.  Wrap your lips around the spoon
and suck it in good."

The word 'suck' made Taylor giggle.  As he watched me
take the dose of cum, he giggled more. "He sucks
good."

Again I had to swallow it all and lick the spoon.  It
was thick and cold and goopy now.  I shook myself to
gain some self control.

Taylor said, "Hey did you notice that every time he
shakes himself, his dick bounces up and down?  That's
kinda cool."

Carson had put the spoon down and had his notebook out
again.  "I've got some more questions to ask you."

"Can I measure his dick now?"  Taylor asked.  It
struck me that Taylor was entirely too eager about
these things.

"Oh well, go ahead.  And write down the measurements
in here" he said, handing him the notebook.

Taylor took the tape measure and measured the length
of my dick, then the circumference, and finally the
size of my balls, which were getting full again.  He
wrote them down and returned the notebook to Carson.
Carson glanced at the measurements and grinned.

"Great work, Taylor!  Can't wait to tell everybody his
'stats.'"  They both laughed.

Then Taylor as an afterthought, but with a happy gleam
in his eyes, reached up and took the head of my dick
in his fingers, with the thumb underneath where he
could secretly massage without Carson noticing, and
pulled the whole bone down. With a final quick massage
he let go, and it popped up against my stomach with a
slapping sound.

"That's a great sound - sort of squishy."  Actually it
was the precum starting up again.  And I could feel
the heat from my balls at work.  Plus the fact that
those damned beads never left me alone.  My body was
getting slightly sweaty, sort of oily.  Particularly
my dick and balls.  I decided I better make my move.

"Listen you guys!  You may think you can do what you
want to me now, but when I'm free I'm going to find
you and I'm going to strip you, and I'm going to poke
my middle finger up your asses and wiggle it until you
go crazy.  Then I'm going to tie you to the fence by
the athletic field where everybody can see you."

Oddly enough, that didn't bother them at all.  I
wondered why until Carson explained, "When we finish
with you, we will have done so much to you, stuff we
could tell everybody about, that I don't think you'll
ever even want to see our faces again."

For a moment I remembered Norton running out earlier
with the video camera and today's tape in it, and then
I had another awful thought.  The tape Woody had been
showing Larry was still sitting in the VCR.  It looked
like everybody was out to get me.  I had never had so
much bad luck in so short a time in my life.

Carson must have thought my silence was acceptance so
he went back to his list of questions.  "How long does
it take you to beat off?"

"Depends," I said.

Taylor took my dick in his fingers again and pulled it
down.  "That's not an answer," he said.  He gave a
twirling motion with the head and let go.  It slapped
noisily against my stomach.

"I don't time it. I don't look at the clock."

Taylor reached for my dick again.

"Why are you guys asking stuff like this?  Are you
just little perverts?'

Carson answered.  "Listen, we're not the one with his
pubes shaved, his dick marked on, and a chain of
marbles up his ass."

"Right" Taylor chimed in.  "And we're not the ones so
horned his voice gets husky every time we touch his
dick.  We're not the ones with dicks dripping stuff
constantly."  He grasped the tip of my dick and slid
his fingers all the way down the bone to my nuts.  I
trembled with the feeling, and hated myself for my
reaction.

"You're really up for this, aren't you?" Taylor asked.

Carson went back to his list.  "I'll try again.  How
long does it take you to shoot off?"

"I don't know how to answer that.  You know how it is.
 Sometimes quick and sometimes not so quick."

"Then tell me the average," and he paused a moment as
if thinking, then grinned and went on "and the longest
time and the shortest."

"I don't know exactly.  Why do you want to know?"

"Pull a bead, Taylor."

"NO!"  I reacted so violently that they both were
startled.  I was shaking, struggling to get loose or
at least do something to get free, and consequently my
dick was slapping and bouncing everywhere, spewing
precum wetly in all directions.  For a moment they
actually stood in awe.

Then Carson asked, "What do you do when you want to
make it last?"

"Go slow.  Stop and start.  Things like that."

"So how long can you make it last?"

"I don't know."

Carson sighed.  "OK then, let's try working yours and
see how long we can make you go before you shoot."

I shook my head, but Carson was already standing
beneath me, reaching up for my dick.

"I get to do that" Taylor objected.

Carson sounded disappointed.  "OK, you can go ahead.
But we need to find a clock so we can time it.  See if
there's one in the bedroom."

"No!" I said quickly, remembering the two bottles of
Larry's with the hot stuff and remedy that were in the
open drawer in there.

Carson was quick to figure out something was going on.
 "You mean there's something in there for us to find?"

Looking around wildly, and dripping precum all over
the place, I saw an electric clock on the TV.

"No.  It's that there's an electric clock here that
has a second hand, so you can keep an accurate count
that an alarm clock might not do."

Taylor said, "I can see it from here.  Shall I start
now?"

"Jason, before he starts, do you want to go for speed
or distance, the shortest time or the longest?"

I gritted my teeth.  "Shortest" I said.

"Oh heck" said Taylor, "it'll be over too soon.  That
wouldn't be much fun."

"Don't worry, Taylor.  After we do it for speed, we
can do it for longest time."

"No way!  You guys are nuts!"

Taylor reached up and touched my balls.  "No, we're
not nuts.  These are nuts, and they're yours.  We're
just your little friends, helping you to have a very
happy time."

With that he reached up and wrapped his hand around my
dick.  Instantly I tensed and then bucked as he gave
stroke after stroke, pumping up and down my shaft
while I rode his hand.  My butt and pelvis thrust back
and forth with the strokes.

"Look at him go!" Carson cried.  "Work that thing,
Taylor, make him ride it fast!"

I was sweaty, my abdomen was sticky with precum which
was sloshing out with every stroke, his hand was so
slick it looked like he had lard on it, and my balls
were generating like mad.

As he pumped away, Taylor said, "I think he's getting
ready to cum!"

I had my head thrown back, my butt clenched against
the beads, and my dick muscles starting to take over
on their own.  Carson grabbed the spoon and stood in
front.

"Not again" I said.

"Oh yes.  Get ready to give us your donation.  It's
for a good cause."

I determined that whenever I got out of here, I would
make that kid pay for all this.

"He's cuming!" Taylor said.  And true to form, I shot.
 I was surprised it was as much as it was, because it
hadn't been that long since I had shot that massive
load.  But Taylor's hand worked magic.  He milked all
of it onto the spoon.  Carson raised the spoon to my
mouth.

Suddenly there was someone in the doorway, someone who
said, "Well, well, Jason, are you still hanging around
here?  I thought you would have dressed and gone home
by now."

It was Woody.  He came in grinning.  Carson stood
frozen, the spoon still held near my face.  Taylor was
wide-eyed.  He also began trying to wipe all the
moisture and slick stuff off his hands as if he was
getting rid of evidence.

Woody came over.  "Are you the two guys Butch talked
to?"

They nodded and Woody laughed.  "I've never seen
anyone get Jason this good.  He's always trying to get
people, but this is the best 'getting' yet."

They told him what they had been doing to me.  As he
listened, Woody's eyes shown, and his dick practically
tried to jump out of his pants.  With each new thing
they told him, that dick would push again his
trousers, as if Woody was squeezing his butt tight to
get the best feeling.

When they finished, he said "That's great.  You want
to go ahead and give him his cum now?  I've waited a
long time to see a sight like that.  The great Jason
being forced to eat his own cum."

In that moment, I decided I would get Woody too when
this was over.  "Hey Woody, cut me loose.  I need to
go.  Where are the others?'

Woody seemed surprised when I reminded him of the
others, as if the sight of me and all this had made
him forget.

"Yeah, there's big news.  But swallow your cum first
so none of it drips out."

Taylor went behind me and I felt his hands on my butt,
rubbing and sliding them and getting near the beads.
My balls felt emptied, my dick was going down, and I
decided what the hell, I wasn't going to open my
mouth.  Let him pull another bead if he wanted to.

I shook my head.  Carson barked out a command.
"Taylor, now!"

Another bead came out, and just like before I spasmed,
I felt like my whole ass had suddenly jumped out of my
hole, and my dick jumped to attention.  My balls got
the message and started manufacturing cum again.
Damn!  Worst of all, in the confusion I had opened my
mouth, and the spoon was now depositing the cum.

"I should have brought my camera" Woody said.  "The
look on your face when they pulled the bead out, and
then the look when you swallow the cum, would be worth
a lifetime of memories to me."

"Woody, why are you doing this?  What did I ever do to
you?"

"What did you ever do to me?  You were one of the
chief ones who would point at my bone and call
everybody's attention to it.  If I had to take a crap
during lunch, you'd follow me to the bathroom and hold
the stall door open and tell everybody coming in to
come see Woody's woodie.  You did things that I swore
I would get even with you for.   And you were the one
who got the others to help you strip me behind the gym
to see if my bone would ever go down.  And you were
the one who made me shoot off.  And then you told the
other guys to hold me to see if the bone would go
down.  And while they did that, you ran off in the gym
with my clothes."

I guess I sort of remembered all that.  But at the
time it had seemed different than what he made it
seem.

"Woody, I'm sorry. Truly I am."

"Well it's a little late for that now, isn't it?"

Taylor and Carson had gone off to the side.  At first
I thought they were giving us some privacy, but then I
realized they were looking at my dick in profile, and
whispering to each other.

"Woody, what happened to the others?"

"Oh them.  Well, it seems Norton had another business
on the side, selling drugs.  I don't think Butch knew
about it, but anyway when we got there the Drug Squad
had searched the place and had arrested Norton as soon
as he walked in.  But what's hilarious is that Larry
burst in ahead of Norton, and they tried to arrest
him.  He couldn't admit he had come to steal an
incriminating tape of himself, so he was heming and
hawing about why he was there.  And the more he beat
around the bush, the more suspicious he made himself
look.  Finally the cops took them all down to the
station to sort things out."

"What about Kevin?"

"He won't have anything to worry about. It was obvious
to everybody that he didn't have any connection to
anything except that he's Butch's younger brother.
He'll be the first one they let go, once they get
everybody's names."

"Why didn't they take you along too?"

Woody really grinned then.  Reaching in his pocket, he
pulled out his press card.  "Even if I'm only a
trainee at the station, I was given this card.  I told
them I was working on a story.  They said if they
needed to ask anything, they'd get back in touch."

It took me a minute to take all that in.  Then I said,
"Well, Woody what do we do now?"

"'We'?  I'd say what do these two guys and myself do
now.  You don't have much say in the matter."  Turning
to them, he asked "What else did you guys want to do
to him?"

Carson immediately started his thing about length of
time in beating off.  Woody listened intently.
Finally he said:

"Jason, I'll make you a deal.  Let's have a sort of
game or contest, and if you win I promise I'll cut you
free and we'll all go home."

I was suspicious.  "What kind of game?"

Woody took the two little guys aside, whispered to
them, and they exploded in laughter.  Then he came to
me.  "If you can guess the number of strokes it will
take for us to make you shoot off, say within 20
strokes say or maybe even 30, we'll let you go."

"What do you mean? How can somebody know how many
strokes?"

"Well Jason, you've been beating off since you were
what, about 12?  That gives you almost seven years
experience.  So you pick a number you think is fair,
and if you shoot off within 20 strokes of that, you
win.  But if you shoot at least 20 strokes below that
number, you lose.  And if you go more than 20 over
that number you loose."

"What if I cum too soon or too late and loose?"

"That's the beauty of it, Jason.  We just let you pick
a new number and we start the whole process all over
again."

(End of Part 9)
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Thanks for the feedback, guys.  - Bart