Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2003 18:24:18 -0500
From: Ricky Frazier <RickyF@triad.rr.com>
Subject: Brian's Visit - CH 4

      As my mind slowly shook off the clouds of semi-consciousness the next
morning, I became distinctly aware of someone pulling on the weights that
were still connected to my now aching and sore balls.  "Oh God," I thought
to myself, "they are already starting it up again."  I was appalled when I
realized that my cock, which never had the luxury of pumping out a load
last night, was still rock hard, throbbing, and leaking continuously -
although now it was more from a desperate need to piss rather than from
sexual stimulation.  Suddenly, I felt the band securing the weights to my
nut sack loosen and fall to the floor with a clatter that shattered the
relative quiet.  The sudden release of the pressure was almost as painful
as the entire night of confinement and swinging.  I moaned involuntarily
from the pain - my eyes still tightly shut - and heard a familiar, though
muffled laugh.  It was definitely Brian; by this point, I had memorized
that laugh.  I felt his hands fumbling with the ropes that bound my legs to
the small table.  After those ropes were removed, he maneuvered around to
the front and proceeded to release my arms.  Even after being freed from my
restraints, I found it difficult to move - my muscles tired, aching, and
stiff from the night before.  I avoided looking up at Brian - shamed beyond
words for the events of the previous evening and feeling the anger well up
inside me once again.  He gently tapped my face and spoke.

      "Come on...get up.  And be quiet - I don't want to wake the others
yet."

      I complied with his instructions as best I could as he helped me off
the table.  I nearly fell when my bare feet made contact with the not quite
dry puddle of my own slippery pre-jizz that covered the floor beneath where
my cock had been positioned.  I stared down in horror for a moment as I
realized that I had actually made that mess.  Brian saw my expression and
grinned.

      "Yeah, little buddy," he whispered, "That all came outta you last
night.  You should be proud - that's quite an impressive amount of juice."

      He gently put his hand on my back and directed me down the hall,
turning me when we reached the bathroom and closing the door behind us.

      "Thought you might like to piss and get cleaned up."

      I nodded and stood over the toilet trying to aim my still mostly
stiff cock down towards the bowl.  It was difficult to grip, given how
slippery it had become, but after a few moments of straining, I finally
managed to push through a weak stream. I realized immediately that the
fluid was at first mostly unspent pre-cum before it gained strength and
became a torrent of hot, burning piss.  I let out a sigh at the release of
pressure and my dick finally became fully soft for the first time since
this entire nightmare had begun.  Brian moved beside me and started the
water for the shower, letting it warm up as I finished pissing.  While he
was doing this, I glanced at the mirror over the sink and froze where I
stood.  I looked like hell.  Dried cum and spit were all over my face,
having grown crusty overnight.  I opened my mouth to move my facial muscles
and felt the disgusting splotches crack and peel, pieces of which fell on
my hand as I held my dick and squeezed out the final few drops of piss.
Brian stood up and directed me towards the shower.

      "Take your time, Ricky.  I'll be back later with a towel."  He exited
the room, closing the door behind him.  I could hear his footsteps walking
down the hall towards my linen closet as I climbed into the shower.

      The water felt amazing on my tired, sore, and completely filthy body.
As I lathered up I thought about the events of the night before.  I
remembered how Brian had arrived at my house for the long Memorial Day
weekend and how his cocky attitude had been apparent from the moment he
walked through the door.  I remembered how we had smoked pot and relaxed
together, how I had envied his body, and how we had ended up naked together
on my deck.  Things had gone from bad to worse after that.  I had given him
a foot massage last night and had gotten a bone from it.  Goddamn!  Why had
I done that?  If I had not let my cock get the best of me - if I had been
strong enough not let it make my decisions for me, then maybe it would
never have gone this far.  My hands slipped the soap between my legs and
massaged my sore balls (which seemed to hang somewhat lower than usual)
with the warm lather.  I remembered how Brian's attitude towards me had
deteriorated even further as the night went on, how he became more and more
demanding.  He had even pissed on me out on the deck before bringing me
back in the house and forcing his cock down my throat.  My throat!  His
best friend and roommate from college had been forced to his knees in his
own living room and had sucked him off, even begging for his cum by the
end.  Fuck!  What the hell was going on with me?  I remembered how my cock
had refused to stop throbbing and pumping out cock snot even when Tim, our
pizza delivery guy, had stopped by, how I practically drooled over his feet
and very nearly shot a load of my own while I massaged and licked them all
over.  My cock plumped noticeable in my hand as I recalled these events,
and even though it begged me to stroke it, I refused.  I simply could not
accept that I was getting hard again by just thinking about these things.
I thought more about how the night had progressed from there - that I had
been caught on video taking a huge load straight out of Tim's dirty
cum-crusted cock, that I had been taken to the parking lot of an adult
video store where we met Brad, Kevin, and Phillip.  I shuddered as I
remembered how they came back to the house with us and my torment
continued.  My cock had completely hardened by now but I tried to ignore it
as I cleaned the dried evidence of my slutty activities off my face.
Goddamnit!  Why won't my cock get soft?  I didn't want Brian to come back
and see me like this and knew that I needed to jerk off quickly if I was
ever going to get it to go down but didn't want to do it with these images
in my mind.  I had to get control of myself.  It was wrong...wasn't it?
Shit!  I needed to decide.  Brian would be back soon and this was getting
me nowhere.  Reaching down, I put a soapy hand over my cock, which by now
looked as if it was having some kind of seizure, jumping wildly and sending
out a thick stream of pre-cum, clearing a path down the soap-covered shaft.
"Thank you God," I thought to myself, knowing that my release was only
moments away.  I was going to cum...I was finally going to get the nut I
had so desperately needed last night.  Just then, Brian startled me by
opening the sliding glass door of the shower stall.

      "You just can't keep your hands off that thing, can you?"  I simply
stood there dumb-founded, caught completely off guard.  I had nearly fallen
down when he opened the door and was clutching the wall of the shower with
one hand and my throbbing, unfulfilled cock in the other.  I was there - on
the edge of a cum that felt like it wanted to push my entire insides out of
me.  I wanted to shoot but it was as if his very presence was suppressing
my orgasm.  "What are you thinking about?"

      That did it.  I knew I couldn't cum now and simply released my cock,
hearing the slippery thing slap my abdomen hard, and grabbed the towel he
was holding out for me.  "Nothing," I lied with a sizable amount of venom
in my voice.  "I was just horny.  I am most mornings."

      "Yeah, that happens to me too.  Jerking in the shower does usually
take the edge off.  Don't you want to finish?"  It was an unexpected
offering and I have to admit that I considered taking it - but I just
wasn't sure if I could trust him.  He was probably just trying to embarrass
me again, to bait me into another trap - but what if he really meant it?  I
was too confused to take any new risks this early in the day.

      "That's OK.  I'll be fine."

      "Suit yourself.  Go ahead and dry off and put the towel around your
waist.  We need to talk."

      By the time I was completely dry, my cock had only softened slightly
and it made an impressive bulge in the front of the towel hanging around my
waist.  Brian led me back through the house and out onto the deck, closing
the door quietly behind us.  It had to have been mid-morning already and it
was unseasonably warm and extremely humid for this time of day.  Brian sat
on one of the chairs and motioned for me to join him.  As I sat down, I
noticed that Brian had apparently raided my underwear drawer as he was
wearing a clean pair of my boxers.  He offered me a cigarette and a cup of
coffee, which he brought out onto the deck while I was in the shower.  I
accepted both and tried to relax somewhat, leaning back in the chair, as he
started the conversation.

      "Ricky, I think I owe you an apology."  I nearly choked on my coffee,
certainly not expecting those words from him.  There was an awkward
silence, like he was waiting for me to say something, but I was such a
jumble of nerves and varied emotions at that moment, that I chose to remain
silent, afraid that anything I said would simply make things worse.  "I
mean, about last night...I think that maybe things got a little out of
hand."  There was another pause this time longer.  My instincts told me
that I was being lured into a trap and I was actually feeling a little bit
of control in my cold silence.  "Damn it, man! Say something!  I'm trying
to apologize."

      "Brian, I don't know what to say," I replied, not looking up from my
coffee.

      Brian lowered his head, and it appeared that he was trying to gather
his thoughts.  For a brief moment, I actually felt sorry for him.  Whatever
he was trying to say was obviously difficult for him.  "Listen, Ricky, last
night...I mean..."  He wasn't even looking at me now.  He either was
extremely distressed or deserved an academy award for the performance he
was giving.  "...I was wrong to make you do all those things, things I know
you wouldn't have done if I hadn't pushed you so hard."  This was so unlike
Brian.  His sentences were broken, almost incoherent.  With every word, my
anger towards him was lessening and I already hated him for it.  Perhaps
even more than I hated the things he had done to me last night.  Now he was
making me feel sorry for him - FOR HIM!  He looked up at me and his eyes
drilled directly into my soul.  "You are the ONLY real friend I've ever
had."  His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, but I don't think that
anyone other than me would have even noticed it. He chuckled to himself in
a self-deprecating manner as he continued.  "There, I've said it.  You are
the only person I've ever met who has the patience to put up with me."

      I was without a good response...speechless.  He had, with only a few
sentences and some emotion - feigned or not, taken all the wind from my
sails.  I felt as though I was the one who needed to make him feel better
and at that moment I despised him for that.  "Brian, that's ridiculous...I
mean, that's bullshit...you've got other friends.  People used to come by
the dorm room all the time to see you.", I said, brushing off his attempts
to make me pity him.

      "...and all those people just needed a source for pot.  Think about
it, Ricky.  Anytime I needed something important, who was it who helped
me?"

      "Well, we were roommates for four solid years, Brian.  I knew you
better than anyone else."

      "And when I got in trouble and needed to move back, who decided to
take me in?"

      "Brian, that's no big deal.  You knew you'd be welcome here."

      "That's right.  I did.  But what you don't know is that I called five
other people before I called you and none of them wanted to have anything
to do with me.  Most of those people you remember coming by the dorm room
have either gotten married or are so into their jobs that they wanted to
stay as far away from me as possible.  You are the only one who would let
me stay."

      I sighed and rolled my eyes, uncomfortable with this show of emotion
from Brian.  "Jesus, Brian!  What do think friends do?  You needed a place
to crash and I had one.  Big deal."

      "We WERE friends.  Now I'm afraid I've fucked that all up."  This
conversation was not headed in the direction that I had prepared myself
for.  Brian was showing genuine vulnerability.  As torn as I was about the
events of last night, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him now.  Every
wall that had gone up last night was being torn down.

      "Well, I'll say that what you did certainly didn't help our
friendship," I replied as coldly as I could, though I realized that I was
letting go of my anger.

      "I just thought...well, when I saw how turned on you were last night
that maybe you wanted to do those things...that maybe you would enjoy them.
I guess it could have been the pot or the beer, but I could have sworn that
you were enjoying yourself.  Please tell me that I wasn't completely off
base.  You did enjoy some of them, didn't you?"

      "Brian, I don't want to think about it right now," I said.  "In fact,
I'd rather forget the entire thing ever happened."

      "Come on, I feel really bad about it...more than you could know.  And
I'll feel even worse if you didn't have any fun at all last night.
Look...there is no video camera out here now and none of the other guys are
here.  It's just you and me...remember, old college buds.  It will make me
feel a hell of a lot better to think that at least some of the things we
did last night were fun for you."

      "For God's sake, Brian, I don't know why I should be trying to make
you feel better." I said, rolling my eyes and setting down my coffee cup.
After a long pause, a pause that I hoped he would fill, I continued, "OK,
when we first started last night, I was having fun.  I don't know why - and
I've never done anything like that before - but it was kinda fun.you know,
different.  You just took it too far."  I thought to myself that I had made
a nice save.

      "You gotta realize that I was just thinking about you.  I heard that
some guys really get into doing those kinds of things and that sometimes
the best thing for them in the long run is to just go with it.  You know
you don't have any control over what gets you hot, none of us
does...really, and when I saw how you just stayed so fucking horny, even as
I pushed you further and further, I just thought that you were enjoying it
deep down inside.  Maybe, I just wasn't thinking...I'm sorry that I didn't
think it through."

      "My dick might have gone down if you had let me cum," I replied,
squirming in my seat, still uncomfortable with the direction of this
conversation.

      "You gotta admit though, if nothing else, that staying hard for that
long was hot as fuck.  I mean, I wasn't lying to you last night when I told
you that I really like doing that myself.  I've gotten really good at
making it last a long time."

      "Yeah, but you are in control when you are doing it yourself.  You
were forcing me to keep it so close and then forcing me to back off."

      "Well, first of all, I don't think anybody can 'force' another person
to keep a hardon...that was your doing.  I gave you a lot of drugs last
night, but I never gave you any Viagra or anything like that.  If anything,
with all the drugs and beer, it should have made it MORE difficult for you
to stay hard.  And second, nobody has enough control to be able to last as
long as you did last night without help.  When I first started trying, I
could only go about 45 minutes - MAX - and then I would blow all over the
place."  He paused for a moment.  "You gotta admit though - that part of
last night was hot."  He looked up at me and flashed me that shit-eating
grin that always stole my anger away.  Goddamnit, why did he have this much
control over me?

      "Shit, Brian," I paused, buying time, feeling as though I was
treading water - on the verge of going under, as I looked out over the
deck.  "Yeah, I admit it.  OK, it was hot.  My dick has never felt like
that before."  I felt my cock pulse strongly one time underneath the towel
as it began to lengthen once more.  The inside of my thigh was already
beginning to get wet as my juices started flowing again.  I am sure that
Brian noticed the movement underneath the towel, but was relieved that he
chose not to comment on it.  It was beginning to feel as if I was his
friend again...that we might actually be able to put all this behind us.

      "I'm glad that I got that right...at least.  With all the other
mistakes I made last night, it's nice to know you enjoyed something, even
if it was just that one thing."

      "You need to stop being so goddamn melodramatic," I said as I reached
for another cigarette.  "...and, just for the record..."  I paused, not
knowing if I really wanted to finish that sentence.

      "What?"

      "Nothing..."

      "No, really, I want to know what you were going to say."

      I took a deep breath and exhaled audibly before saying, "Just for the
record, I enjoyed more than just that one thing."  There, I had said it.
What the fuck was going on?  Just fifteen minutes ago, I was ready to kill
him, and here we were, sitting out on my deck like the best of friends
again.  I was uneasy about letting down my guard, but had to admit that
this felt an awful lot better than the anger I was feeling earlier.

      "Like what...exactly?"  I had known that was coming and was mentally
prepared for it, but I still didn't want to talk about it.

      "No, man, let's just forget it.  I can forgive you for all that shit
last night, but I really don't want to talk about it anymore.  Let's just
leave well enough alone."

      "Oh, come on, Ricky.  Humor me.  Besides, I think I know which parts
you liked."  I looked up into that fucking awesome grin of his and just
melted in my chair.

      "Oh, really, smart-ass!  Just what would those parts be?"  My cock
twitched again and belched down my thigh in anticipation of what he was
going to say.

      "Well, I can't really say that I understand it...and I'm not judging
you, but you really did get off on our feet last night.  I mean the way you
went down on mine and Tim's...and the way you almost shot while licking his
toes...I mean, it was pretty obvious, man.  And you can't tell me that you
weren't looking at those other guys feet either - I watched your eyes all
night long.  I'm right, aren't I?"  He moved one of his bare feet over to
me and gently rubbed my calf with it, nearly reaching my knee before I
pushed it away.

      "I guess I can't really deny that," I chuckled in response.  "I guess
it was pretty obvious.  And I can't explain it either.  I just don't know
why that got me so turned on."

      "Hey, sometimes you gotta just stop asking why and just go with it."

      "Whatever," I said flatly, hoping that would be the end of it, but
somehow knowing he wanted to push it further.

      "Tell me something you absolutely did not like."

      "You want the whole list or just the top ten?"  Brian laughed but
pressed me again to know.  "Well, I didn't like it when you pissed on me.
I mean that was just gross.  And I didn't like being tied up like that - it
was uncomfortable being stretched out on that table like that...and I can't
believe you left me tied up like that all fucking night."

      "If it hadn't been so uncomfortable would you have minded being tied
down?"

      "Yes!...I don't know.  I mean you didn't have to do that."

      "What do you mean?  Didn't have to do what?"

      "I mean...shit, Brian...as high and horny and fucked up as you got me
last night, you know I would have done it without being tied up."  It was
as if someone had given me a fucking truth serum.  Jesus Christ!  Why the
hell was I admitting all this?  And why the fuck did it feel OK to be
admitting it.  And most importantly, why was my cock now pointing straight
up underneath the towel while I made no attempt to hide it?  I could tell
that Brian was beginning to fill out the boxers he had stolen from my
drawer as well.

      "No way, man!  You were resisting the whole time."  He was giving me
a way out.  I hadn't expected that and knew that I should take it while it
was on the table, but I had started down the road now and just couldn't
bring myself to start back-pedaling now.  After another awkward pause, I
continued...

      "I'm telling you, Brian, I really think I would have given you guys
blow jobs without the ropes."  I couldn't believe the words that were
spilling out of my mouth, admitting to a man that I had hated only fifteen
minutes ago the most embarrassing thing I could think of.  Somehow it
didn't seem so difficult to do without a video camera filming my every word
and a gang of horny guys circling me like vultures.

      "Goddamn!  So I really didn't completely fuck up last night.  So, are
we still friends?  I can leave if you want me too - after last night, I
would understand if you wanted me to get out of your house."  I rolled my
eyes at the sheer stupidity of that question.

      "We are still friends, Brian - and you don't need to leave."  Brian
gave out a sigh of relief and smiled at me.

      "Well, I gotta go get rid of those guys.  We were all pretty wasted
last night so I thought I'd let them sleep in, but I guess it's time for
them to go."

      He started to get up to go back in the house and I saw just how much
our conversation had gotten to him.  He was completely hard inside those
boxers and he reached inside to adjust his bone as he turned towards the
door.  I felt a strand of goo pump out of my own cock into the fabric of
the towel.

      "Wait!"  He turned and looked back at me, but I never saw his face.
The skin-covered head of his dick was pointing up and peaking over the top
of the waistband of the boxers, where he had trapped it to keep it from
sticking straight out.  I lost my train of thought as I stared at it.  I
swear I must have looked like a starving dog.

      "What?", Brian asked impatiently.

      "Why are you sending them home?  I mean, I thought they were going to
stay with us for the weekend."  Brian bent at the waist and laughed hard.

      "That was when they thought you were going to be our little party
slut all weekend.  I have no intention of putting you through any more of
that - I mean, I am lucky that you forgave me for last night.  We aren't
going to go through that again."  He continued towards the door and my cock
leapt again under the towel.

      "Stop!"  Brian froze in mid-step with his hand on the door handle,
his upper body twisted towards me, accentuating his perfect torso, as he
drilled into me with his eyes.

      "What now?  Are you telling me you fucking WANT them to stay?", Brian
asked with a measure of fake incredulity.

      "I don't know."  That much was the truth.  In fact, I was more
confused at that precise moment than I had ever been in my entire life.  On
the one hand, if they left, I could close the book so to speak on the
events of this weekend and Brian and I could just try to forget about it.
If he and I decided to try some more "experimenting", we could do it with
some measure of privacy.  On the other hand, I was beginning to view the
events of last night in a somewhat different light.  They suddenly didn't
seem so bad, in some ways the thoughts running through my mind excited me
like nothing had ever been able to do before.  Brian, never known for his
patience, wasn't prepared to stand there forever, while I sorted the whole
mess out in my head.

      "Hey, man - you decide - it's your house.  But I gotta tell you, if
they stay the weekend, you know all of us are gonna be drinking and smoking
weed and they are gonna want to do more 'stuff' to you.  I'd feel really
bad if you got in over your head.  I mean, I'm the one who got you started
on all of this."

      "I think I'd like them to stay.  I can handle it."  Brian shook his
head and returned to his chair, the folds of his foreskin beginning to
glisten somewhat.  My own groin contracted again sending more pre-cum into
the towel.  A glistening pearl of clear pre-fuck seeped through the
terry-cloth fabric and beaded on top of the defined tip of the tent I was
throwing in the towel.  When Brian sat back down, he lit another cigarette,
and just stared at me for a moment.

      "I don't know what to think about you now, Ricky.  I brought you out
here this morning to apologize for what we did to you last night and now
you're telling me that you want more of the same.  You know, originally, I
had planned quite a bit more for you this weekend than what we did last
night."  As he spoke, the weight of his hard and substantial cock began to
push the waistband of the shorts lower and lower along the shaft,
essentially allowing more and more of it to emerge into the open.  The wet
skin of his head was pointed directly at me now and I was looking at it far
more often than I was looking at Brian's face.  He snapped me out of my
reverie when he spoke again.  "Are you listening to me, boy?"  I responded
without even objecting to the term.

      "I think that maybe I want them to stay."

      "There had better be no 'maybes' about it, Ricky," he said, the
aggression in his voice on the rise again.  "You decide now.  If they stay,
it means you're gonna be a slutboy this weekend after all.  I intend to be
stoned most of this weekend and I WILL NOT be responsible for anything that
happens..."  More of his cock slipped free of the waistband and I licked my
dry lips.  "...and, by the way, if they stay, we are going to continue your
training on holding back your orgasm.  I'm not gonna let you touch your
cock."  When he said the word "cock", his own dick broke free of the
waistband and throbbed in mid-air, the tight skin only now beginning it's
slide down the shaft of his dick.  He knew the effect this would have on me
and just let it hang there in the open.  The sloppy wet, slimy, bright red
head began to emerge from it's home and the final vestiges of my pride
slipped away.  I could help myself no longer...

      "Brian, can I touch your cock?"  There was no reservation in my voice
at all.  I couldn't claim I was drunk or high or anything else.  I said the
words with all the certainty that a dehydrated man would use when asking
for water.

      "I guess I've got my answer."  He stood up and walked over to me, his
hard dick wagging in front of him as he made the short trip.  The cock
pointed at me like a torpedo, a drop of pre-cum now clinging tentatively to
the head.  I reached up for it.  "Put your hands down, Ricky.  Don't touch
it."  He reached down and squeezed one of my nipples and I threw my head
back and groaned.  "Tell me - one last time - that you want them to stay
and play with you."

      "Oh God, Brian, I want them to stay and do it.  I want to do it.
Please don't send them away!"  Brian grinned, shaking his head at me, and I
knew that my life had changed forever.

      "Stand up!" he commanded and I quickly complied with the order.  He
reached down and removed the towel around my waist, revealing my slime
covered hardon.  "You won't wear anything the rest of the weekend,
Ricky...and you won't touch that cock of yours, will you?"

      "No, I won't touch it unless you tell me I can."  Brian chuckled at
my new-found enthusiasm.

      "Well, that's not gonna happen.  Whose dick is that for the rest of
this weekend?"

      "It's yours, Brian."

      "...and who else owns it?"  It sounded like a trick question.  I
fumbled for an answer.

      "Tim, Phillip, Brad, and Kevin?"

      "Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?  But you're wrong.  I OWN IT -
ME ALONE.  If I let them play with you, it's because I decided that it's OK
with me.  You got that?  Do we understand each other?"  My pulsating cock
drooled on my foot as he twisted my nipple again.

      "Yes, Brian, it's yours alone."

      "That's good.  Now get inside the house and start making us something
to eat.  Those guys are going to be hungry once I wake them up."  I wasted
no time getting into the house and started trying to find something to cook
while Brian went around waking up the other guys.  Since I live alone,
there really wasn't very much in the kitchen to choose from.  There was
some breakfast type food in the refrigerator - a dozen eggs, some bacon,
and I had plenty of bread to make toast.  After I started cooking, I
painfully realized how very difficult it is to cook bacon while naked.  I
put on another pot of coffee as some of the other guys started to wake up
and wander around the house.  I suffered through their catcalls and other
vulgar remarks, knowing full well that after my little confessional on the
deck with Brian this morning that I was in for much worse than just
teasing.  The thought made my dick jump.  Brian and Tim brought the table
back into the kitchen and started putting the chairs back in place.  They
had all finished with their showers and each had drunk some coffee by the
time I finished the eggs and toast.  I divided the food into six portions
and started placing the plates at the table.  In an odd sort of way, I
almost forgot about being naked and focused on being a good host to the
guests in my house - it was all so surreal.  There wasn't enough space for
us all to sit at the table so I just stood at the counter as they sat down
and started to eat.  Picking up my fork, I started to take a bite out of my
scrambled eggs.

      "What do you think you are doing?" asked Brian.

      "I was going to eat breakfast." I responded meekly.

      "Wait until we are finished.  We might need something and you need to
be ready to serve us like a nice little waitress."  Kevin, looked up at me
with his mouth full, laughing at me with his eyes and shaking his head.  I
put down the fork and just stood there, watching them eat the food that I
had prepared, refilling their coffee cups and listening to their
conversation.

      "Hey, Miss," interrupted Tim.  "Can I have some more bacon please?"

      "I'm sorry, Tim.  There isn't any more."

      "Sure there is...right there on that plate on the counter."  He was
referring of course to my own plate.

      "But, that was what I was going to eat...you know, after you guys get
finished."

      "Now, Ricky, that's not very nice of you," Brian said.  "I think you
need to start thinking less about yourself and more about the guests that
you just BEGGED me to let stay the rest of the weekend.  You can't start
being selfish now.  Give Tim the bacon."  I took my plate over to the table
and let Tim steal the meat from it.

      "You know," added Brad.  "I could use another piece of toast."  I
held the plate across the table and let him take what he wanted, leaving my
plate in the middle of the table.

      "That's a good little hostess, Ricky.  I think you are getting the
hang of it.  Just a few more minutes and we'll be finished here.  Then you
can eat and clean up the kitchen while we decide how to spend the day."
They continued to eat for a while longer, several of the guys even swiping
some of my scrambled eggs.  Soon, there wasn't much more than a few
leftover pieces of egg and a half-eaten piece of toast remaining on my
plate.

      After they all completely finished, Brian pushed away from the table
and stood up, stretching his strong arms high above his head, causing his
chiseled chest to stand out even more than usual.  "That was an awesome
breakfast, Ricky...though I do feel bad that we didn't leave very much for
you.  Hey, wait a minute - I know how to make it up to you."  He pulled his
cock through the fly of his boxers and started stroking it there at the
table, my own cock beginning to swell the moment I saw it.  "How about a
little cream sauce for your eggs?"  I knew that my face was turning red as
he continued his stroking and soon he was working the entire shaft of his
cock over the mostly empty plate.  The other guys had broken out into fits
of the same uncontrollable laughter I had heard so much of last night.

      "Dude, that is so fucking gross!" commented Phillip.  "Are you
seriously gonna do that?"

      "Fuck yeah, our little waitress deserves a tip don't you think?
Actually, any of you guys who enjoyed your breakfast ought to contribute."

      "Hell yeah, I'm in," said Tim, standing up and pulling out his own
cock.  He got it semi-hard and then skinned it back and I was horrified to
see that much of last nights cum remained under his foreskin.

      "Fuck!  Man, don't you ever clean that thing?" asked Brad.

      "I know, dude, and you just got outta the shower!" replied Phillip.

      "Shit, the faggot was drooling all over this last night.  You guys
saw it on the video...and besides, lots of people like cheese in their
scrambled eggs."  He proceeded to finger the head of his cock, gathering up
a good bit of the foul, congealed cum, and smeared it on the eggs remaining
in the plate.  He and Brian were fully hard and stroking when the other
three stood up to join them - Kevin speaking for the group.

      "I wouldn't normally do this kinda thing...but it was a good
breakfast and we're saving a fortune this weekend by crashing here.  I
guess it's for a good cause."  Before I knew it, there were five guys
jerking their cocks off over a plate of cold eggs and toast - and I
couldn't take my eyes off of them.  My own dick, which had gone soft while
I was cooking, was rising again in front of me.  Brian had told me not to
touch it and I had not, even though every time it went soft, the built up
pre-cum would leak out even more.  I had been standing in the kitchen with
my dick leaking even when it was soft.  But now that I was watching the
show in front of me, my cock was spewing out a new batch.  I felt the head
moisten again, and tried to swallow as I watched, almost hypnotized, as the
guys frigged their dicks over my breakfast.

      Brian noticed my response.  "Yeah, look guys...our little faggot host
likes the idea of what he's gonna get to eat.  Makes his pussy mouth water,
I bet."  I saw the others turn briefly and look in my direction.  Brad and
Phillip couldn't believe they were doing this or that I might actually eat
it afterwards, but that didn't stop their hands from moving faster and
faster over their own cocks.  Tim was the first to cum.

      "Oh, God...shit, yeah...gimme the plate."  Brian quickly slid the
plate to Tim, who pointed his rock hard cock down at the eggs just in time
to unload a massive puddle of milky white into the center.  My own cock
spasmed and it burped out another jewel of pre-cum to slide down the shaft.

      "Fuck, I'm gonna cum guys," screamed Phillip, who tore the plate away
from

Tim almost before he had milked out his last few drops.  Phillip's load
spat viciously into the center of the plate - a healthy dose of morning cum
to add to Tim's.

      "Guys, I'm getting close," informed Kevin, "but I can't point my cock
down like that and shoot."  He was right.  His cock was the hardest, most
firm thing I had ever seen in my life.  I remembered the way I had looked
at it last night, embarrassed when I remembered the way I had begged him to
let me suck it, only to have him say no.  That cock was anchored deep
inside his body and when it was hard, it could not be pulled down or aimed
it any way.  He pulled up his long foreskin over the head and pinched it
off for a second while he maneuvered the plate in front of him with the
other hand.  Then, picking up the half-eaten piece of toast and holding it
over the plate and in front of his cock like a shield, he let go.  "God,
Jesus, yeah you mother-fucker, you better like this."  My cock visibly
bounced and a pearl of my own pre-fuck dripped at least six-inches down
from the head when his massive load of thick, viscous cock-snot exploded
out of his dick and splashed into the toast.  I could have sworn it almost
knocked it out of his hand.  More and more of the thick nasty cream kept
spurting out of his pulsing dick as Kevin cursed over and over.  Finally
spent, he tossed the toast - cum-side up - back on the plate and milked his
cock of the last few drops.  Brian was impressed.

      "Fucking awesome, man...you got talent.  The boy is really gonna like
that one...nice and chewy."

      "Quick, gimme the plate!" demanded Brad, who got the plate slid over
to his side of the table just in time to dump his own big load into the
growing puddle of juice.  "Damn," he said, wiping the sweat from his
forehead with the back of his hand.  "That was a nice way to start the
morning.  Hope you enjoy it, faggot!"

      "My turn, guys," said Brian, "and then we can let the boy eat.  Hand
me the plate."  Brian gave his cock a few more quick strokes and let loose
with a torrent of cum that hit the plate so hard that a loose piece of egg
actually broke free and bounced across the table when his first volley of
cum hit it.  There was at least a foot of pre-cum dangling from the head of
my own pounding cock, the bottom of the strand thick with a crystal pearl,
as I watched his second and third volleys join the cum already soaking into
my eggs and toast.  By the time he was finished, there was not a single
piece of food on the plate that had not been contaminated by cum in one way
or another.  Brian's pace slowed as he worked out the last few spasms of
his cock.  "Whew...that was nice...and I feel much better knowing that
Ricky is going to get a full, nutritious, well-balanced breakfast this
morning."  After having stowed his cock back inside the boxers, he added,
"Well, get out of his way, guys.  Ricky deserves to be able to sit down
while he eats.  I think he has had to wait long enough.  Come on, sit."

      I moved over to the table and looked down at the filthy mess in front
of me on my plate.  The guys were good - not a single drop of cum had
missed the plate to land on the table.  I could barely even see the eggs
anymore.  As I looked at the plate, it dawned on me how different the cum
from different guys could look.  I could tell which load had come from
which guy.  Brian, Tim, and Phillip both shot loads that were average in
consistency - white, certainly not very runny, but not very thick either.
Brad's load had been very thin, most of it was almost clear, with a few
strands of milky white streaking through the liquid.  Kevin's had to be the
thickest.  Shit, his cum looked almost chewy it was so thick.  Long, nasty
cords of it clung to the piece of toast and the remaining strands decorated
the eggs, looking almost like someone had poured Elmer's glue over my
breakfast.  I think I surprised a few of them when I picked up my fork, and
after stirring the eggs once or twice, place a large portion in my mouth
and swallowed.  After another, Kevin interrupted me.

      "Don't forget the toast."

      I picked up the soiled piece of bread a took a big bite, Kevin's
thick cum load entering my mouth with it.  The cum was so thick that the
bread was not even soggy - it simply lay on top of the toast like strands
of icing.  His load tasted sweet, it was not at all bitter like the others.
"Shit," I thought to myself, "I'm eating cum for breakfast - and I'm
fucking enjoying it."  Someone, I don't know who, patted me on the back as
the guys filed out of the kitchen and into the living room.  As Brian left
me, he turned and spoke.

      "Nice job, Ricky.  No bitching or anything - I think you are getting
into the spirit of things.  Don't forget...this is what you wanted.  I
didn't push you into it - in fact, I tried to talk you out of it.  Now
finish your breakfast, clean up, and join us in the living room...and don't
touch your cock.  You remember our agreement, don't you?"

      "Yes, Brian," I replied, my mouth full of eggs and cum, as he joined
the others in my living room.  I

      By the time I had cleaned up the kitchen and put everything away, it
was already about 12:15.  I joined the others in the living room as they
were trying to decide what to do next.  Brian asked me about the lake down
the path behind my house and I told him that it was a short walk - no more
than 5 or 10 minutes.  He asked me how private it was and I confessed that
it was extremely private.  In fact, most of the lake was overgrown except
near the very edge of the path where the previous owners had taken great
pride in the shoreline.

      "Great, let's go!" he said heading for the door, stopping only to
collect his bong, weed, and a few beers.  I stayed put for a moment,
considering for just a moment if I should ask for at least a pair of
shorts, before realizing that I could get into trouble for asking such a
question.  Brian was living up to his part of the bargain we had made this
morning - he wasn't being overly cruel, though he did seem to get a kick
out of humiliating me - and I really didn't want to risk a return to the
Brian of yesterday.  I stood up, cock soft but wet, and walked towards the
door and out into the open daylight on the deck.  I felt a playful slap
sting my ass as the guys began to follow me down to the water's edge.

      For what it's worth, we actually had a good afternoon.  I quickly
realized that nobody was going to be out here, today of all days.  As I
thought about it, it occurred to me that as much time as I spent down here
last summer, I had never once seen another person out here.  All of us
spent time in and out of the water, playing games, relaxing, and just
enjoying the late spring sun.  By late afternoon, I wasn't even the only
one naked anymore, as Brian and Tim had taken off their clothes to go
skinny dipping and then stretched out on them later to take in some sun.
My cock would go from soft to hard to soft again, as Brian took great joy
in getting me turned on over and over, pushing me to the edge then stopping
completely.  Sometimes, he would just tell me to look at his cock,
sometimes he would actually touch mine gently under the head until it was
painfully swollen, jerking in the air, and leaking freely, and sometimes he
would put his feet on my face or in my lap to watch how my dick responded.
He got a huge kick out of pointing out to the others how turned on I would
get.  For about one hour during the afternoon, he and Tim played a game
with me while the others were swimming.  Each one got a minute to keep me
hard and pumping, but they were not allowed to make me shoot.  By the end
of the hour, I was in ecstasy - my head thrown back, grunting, and pumping
thin air with my hips in a futile effort to cum.  The pain I had
experienced yesterday by not being able to shoot was being replaced by pure
pleasure.  This time it actually felt nice to be so close to the edge for
so long.  A few times, I could have sworn I actually had cum - the muscles
between my ass and nuts would go crazy, pumping like mad, while Brian and
Tim just sat and watched my frustration.  I had pre-cum everywhere - my
nuts were covered in it and even my ass felt wet from it.  I gave short
blow-jobs to everyone there, with the notable exception of Kevin, who kept
reminding me that he wanted to save it for my ass.  I knew that I was in
for a fuck before the day was over and I really didn't even care anymore.
I was curious as to what it would feel like and knew that if I kept Brian
and the others happy that I would be much more likely to enjoy it -
especially since I knew they would do it whether I enjoyed it or not.

      Finally, the sun began to get a little too low in the sky and the
temperature began to drop enough to be uncomfortable, so we gathered up
what few things we had brought with us and headed back to the house.  I
kept wondering during the walk back exactly what would happen next.  The
afternoon had been better than I had imagined and I was actually excited by
the anticipation of what they might ask me to do now.  My cock never got
soft the entire walk back.

      As we stepped up onto the deck, Brian turned to me and said, "Go in
the house and lay on your back on the living room floor, head near the
couch, feet pointed towards the patio door."  I opened the door without
complaint and did exactly as he said, my heartbeat visible in my swollen
cock.  Brian sat on the edge of the couch with his cock and balls hanging
over, swinging directly over my face.  The slowly setting sun was shining
through the glass patio door (he hadn't closed the curtain) and it caught a
small bead of pre-cum that was trying to force it's way through the tight
folds of his foreskin, reflecting off the wetness to gleam like a diamond.
When he leaned back to relax, my view became less desirable, but it didn't
matter because within seconds his left foot was resting directly on my
face.  My tongue immediately darted out and began to wash the underside of
the filthy foot while my hands massaged it gently, working out the tension
from our brief walk back from the lake.  I don't know why and I can't
explain it, but for some reason it was as if I was worshipping those feet
of his.  Brian, for his part, completely ignored me as he spoke to Kevin.

      "Hey, can a couple of you guys go out and pick up some more beer for
tonight?  I've got some cash if you need it."

      "Yeah, we'll go," answered Kevin, getting up and tapping Phillip on
the shoulder, "but we don't need your money.  Remember, a couple cases of
beer are still a lot cheaper than the hotel we were gonna stay in this
weekend."  He grabbed Phillip and headed for their car.  As I heard the
front door slam shut, Brad and Tim got comfortable to stay behind and watch
me with amusement as I played with Brian's big feet.  Tim reached for the
bag of weed to pack a new bowl and discovered that we had already gone
through most of it.

      "Hey dude, we got a problem.  We're not even half way through the
weekend yet and we are almost out of pot."

      "Not really a problem, man.  I still got some connections - even out
here in backwater country."  Then, lifting his feet off my face, he said to
me, "Hey pussy-mouth, run bring me the phone."  I jumped to my feet,
slinging pre-cum off my dick as I did, and ran to the corner of the living
room, grabbed the cordless off the charging cradle, and returned it to
Brian.  Without even being told, I returned to my place on the floor and
began to finish the job I had started on Brian's feet.  I heard the numbers
on the keypad beep as Brian dialed a number and only a few more moments
passed before Brian started speaking.

      "Jesse...my man...how's it going?"  By this time, Tim had packed the
last of our original bag and was toking heavily off it.  "Yeah, I know it's
been a while...yeah, listen, I need some things for a party going on
tonight.  Really?...how much, man?...you got anything else on you...I mean,
the party I got planned is probably gonna get a little freaky, if you know
what I'm talking about...Goddamn, Jesse, I'm not stupid...I know you can't
really talk about it on the phone.  What you got going on tonight?...Well
then, why don't you just come on over and bring whatever you got.  Me and
the boys here can certainly make it worth your while...I mean, why nickel
and dime it when you can score big from one house call?...Yes, I'm positive
we have the cash..."  Brian gently nudged me in the side with one of his
feet as his spoke those last words and I knew that I'd be paying for most
of whatever it was he was trying to get from Jesse...especially since he
still had my wallet from last night.  "Yeah, OK, that sounds good...listen,
we're partying out here in the country tonight, actually it doesn't even
feel like civilization anymore...As you're driving out here you might
actually feel like you've gotten lost, but trust me, if you follow my
instructions, they will take you right to the house..."  Brian proceeded to
give Jesse detailed directions to my home, stopping once or twice to ask me
the name of a street or about what landmark he could use to tell if he was
going in the right direction.  Finally, after Jesse felt comfortable with
the instructions, Brian finished the conversation, "...yeah,
buddy...Thanks, I'll definitely owe you for this one, man...If you feel
like hanging out a while after you get here...I know the owner of the house
won't mind."  Tim and Brad snickered menacingly from another spot in the
room, although I couldn't determine their exact location with Brian's feet
still in my face.  "Sure thing, dude...we'll be looking for you.  See you
later, man."  I heard the phone being set on a small table beside the
couch.

      "We are going to get hooked up fucking awesome tonight, guys.  Jesse
always has the most potent shit."

      "Fucking-A then," yelled Brad, already slightly buzzing from the
tokes he and Tim had been sharing while Brian was on the phone.  "Sounds
like we are going to be loving this weekend, man."  There was a pause in
the conversation, but I couldn't see anything with Brian's feet in my face.
The only sounds were those of lighters being lit, the only smells those of
cigarette smoke and the sweet aroma of weed.  Suddenly, Brian removed his
feet from my face and stood up.

      "If you guys will excuse us, I need to go have a talk with our
host...get him ready for his 'show' tonight.  Come on, boy...on your feet."
I could hear the fucked up laughter of two guys getting stoned grow distant
behind me as Brian led me down the hall to the bathroom and disappear
altogether as he shut the door behind us.

      "OK, Ricky...you still want to do this?  I know I told you this
morning that your decision was once and for all, but if you want to back
out now, I'd understand and can probably - not for sure - but probably, get
the guys to back out too.  Think before you answer though...I mean, I've
not smoked anything yet and I've only had one beer all day.  If you say
yes, you'll be doing whatever we want for the rest of the weekend.  Now
tell me...what do you want to do?"

      "Well," I stammered, "I guess that depends on what you guys are
planning on doing."

      "That's not good enough.  It just shows me that you're not sure, yet.
Never mind, I'll go get rid of them."  He turned and put his hand on the
handle of the door."

      "Wait!" I practically shouted.

      "I'll do it...but there have to be some rules."

      "No rules..."  He opened the door slightly.

      "Alright," I said, actually stepping forward and closing the door
again.  Brian grinned at me and waited for me to finish.  "I'll do
it...whatever you say...with no rules."  I was practically crying, not
understanding the forces at work in my mind and body that were driving me
to this point.  My entire body and mind were tingling with electricity just
thinking about tonight.  I realized that I enjoyed being with these guys,
even when they acted like jerks, even when they teased and tried to
humiliate me, even when they did things to me that only whores would allow
a guy to do.  And for me to submit to Brian - with him giving me a fucking
way out - to do it anyway, to submit willingly, without knowing in advance
what he intended to do...well, it just felt insane.  Maybe I was going
insane, but one thing I knew for certain - I wanted them to stay.  I
shuddered inside, humiliated now not publicly, but privately...humiliated
by my own inability to resist whatever had come over me that was
progressively turning me into a slut for these guys.  I started to shake
slightly with the realization of what I was agreeing to and felt Brian's
strong hands grab either shoulder to steady me.  I looked up into his eyes
and whispered again..."anything you say."

      Brian ran one hand over my head, his fingers through my disheveled
hair - it was almost a tender moment.  He opened his mouth to speak and I
almost thought that he was going to try and comfort me, that is, until he
actually started talking..."Spoken like a true pussy!"  He whirled me
around quickly and spread my legs so that they were on opposite sides of
the toilet and forced both arms up so that my hands were up against the
wall for support.  He then forced my head down so that the only thing I
could see was my own bloated cock, looking so hard it almost seemed
unnatural.  "Don't move," he instructed.  "Do everything I tell you to
exactly when I tell you to - and I don't want to hear a single sound come
out of that cock-sucking mouth of yours until we leave this room.  Do you
understand me?"

      "Yes, Brian."  A painful slap on the ass was his response.

      "Apparently you didn't.  I told you not to make a sound!  Now let's
try this again...do you understand me?"  Suddenly frightened, I nodded my
head that I did.

      "That's better...now let's get started.  Bend your knees and squat a
little - yeah, that's it.  Put your ass about a foot above the toilet seat.
Keep your head down.  There...right there - now hold it."  I could hear him
running some water in the bathroom sink and heard the door open, but not
close again.  I resisted the urge to look up or even move, choosing instead
to maintain this awkward position over the toilet.  This was truly
humiliating and I was certain he had gone to get the other guys.

      Fortunately, that was not the case.  Brian returned and shut the door
behind him.  My only assurance that it was indeed Brian was that, from this
position, I could see the floor and recognized his feet when they carried
his perfect frame back into the room.  I belittled myself silently for
being able to even tell his feet from the others in my house...I mean, what
kind of guy could recognize another just from seeing his feet?  Brian was
working with something, but from my position over the toilet, I could not
tell what.  He paused for a moment and spread my ass-cheeks apart.  "Shit!"
I thought to myself, "I hadn't expected him to fuck me here...like this!"
I almost straighten up, but remembered that I had asked for this.  Fuck, I
had practically begged for it.  I braced myself against the wall, fully
understanding the pain that I would feel and praying that after the initial
shock that I would enjoy it.  If not, I was in for a long night.

      Just as I had fully prepared my mind for what would happen next, I
felt the tip of something cold slip right up inside me.  As I bit my lip, I
realized that there was no pain at all - that whatever he was doing, he
certainly was not trying to get his cock inside me.  Then I felt it -
something warm and wet, filling up my insides.  It didn't feel bad, just
extremely odd.  Brian continued to pump what I had by now figured out must
have been the water from the sink into me and I began to feel very full.
Just when I didn't think I could hold any more, he quickly yanked the thing
from my ass and yelled "SIT!"

      I let my knees collapse and fell to the toilet, the water inside me
rushing out in a single continuous flood.  My movement had allowed me to
catch a glimpse of the enema bottle in Brian's hand.  Just moments after
the flow stopped, Brian reached around me and flushed the toilet.  "UP!"
came the new command.  I returned to my previous position and after a short
pause for him to refill the bottle, felt it once again penetrate my hole,
again filling my insides with the warm fluid.  I was humiliated beyond
anything I had ever endured.  Up and down I continued to move and Brian
alternated between filling me up and emptying me out again, pausing to
flush after each release.  After what seemed like an eternity, I noticed
that the water that I was pushing out was now completely clear.  On the
next "UP" command, there was a pause and I heard the water from the sink
stop flowing.  Again resisting the desire to see what he was doing, I kept
my head down and focused on the leaky head of my cock.  I felt something
different poke up against my hole - it was bigger, but he wasn't trying to
force it in like before.  He was just positioning it so that it was as
close as possible to the entrance of my ass.  As soon as he felt he had
found the target, I felt a sudden rush of another liquid in my ass.  This
stuff was colder though, thicker, and more viscous.  I forgot myself and
moved my head to look, returning it quickly to place, however, when Brian's
big hand landed on my ass.  "You gotta learn to follow instructions better,
Ricky.  Keep your fucking head down.  It's just a little lube to take the
edge off for later tonight.  When guys get fucked up and horny, they don't
wanna take the time to lube up their cocks before plowing a sweet cunt like
this - and as much as I know you'd probably like it, I don't us to kill you
tonight.  Believe me, you'll be thanking me for this later."  He continued
to squeeze the stuff into me for only a few moments longer before removing
the container from my hole and quickly replacing it with the tip of his
index finger.  "Just making sure you're ready for fucking now...goddamn,
that's tight!"

      I felt the finger tease and prod at my asshole and I tensed in
anticipation for what was coming.  Brian smacked my ass playfully and I
relaxed momentarily - long enough for him to insert himself into me up at
least the first digit.  I stifled a moan, aware of my instructions to stay
quiet and Brian removed the finger, allowing some of the lube he had
squirted into me to run out.  He used the same finger to massage the stuff
into the skin and tight ring of muscle that was twitching by now, sending
waves of pleasure down to my cock.  Curious, I focused my eyes on the only
thing I could see - my still raging boner.  As he slipped the finger in
again, deeper this time, I saw the cock knot up and belch out a slivery
strand of pre-cum that hung delicately from the slit, swinging slightly as
Brian started to push in and out of me.  With every in stroke, I could see
my cock expand somewhat in girth and the lips of my piss-slit were almost
opening and closing like the mouth of a fish, as he continued to massage my
insides.  Before I knew it, I felt the knuckles of his hand brush against
my ass-cheeks.  Fuck, he had gotten the whole finger in!  He started to
punch the finger in and out of me quickly, giving me a hard, rough
finger-fuck as I stayed squatted over my toilet.  I could feel my balls
riding up on me and I knew I was about to cum.  I raised up on my toes and
pushed my ass back to meet the ramming finger.  Then suddenly, it was gone.

      "You're liking that way too much, pussy.  Gotta stop for now...but
believe me, you're ready."  He swung me around by the shoulder and pushed
me out of the bathroom and back down the hallway into the living room.


End of chapter four.

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