Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2004 21:55:50 EST
From: ArtHill579@aol.com
Subject: "High School Blues" part 12

Disclaimer: This story is basically a fantasy involving humiliation, mild
violence, and sexual activity between teenage boys. If you are underage
(18), find such material offensive, or in violation of the laws of your
state/country, please don't read any further.

(c) Art M. Hill ArtHill579@aol.com All rights reserved (2004).
If you enjoy this story, please email me.

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"High School Blues" part 12: Joe becomes an unwitting accomplice...

It was Friday again and I was reaching in my pocket to give Mike and
Jimmy the $50 they had been getting from me for several weeks now.
"Thanks, Joey-boy," Mike said. "In just a few more weeks we'll be able to
put that down payment on the new motor bikes we want. And we owe it all
to you buddy."

I hadn't heard them call me "buddy" for ages now, since they had shown
their true attitude toward me. Now I was a bit suspicious that they were
looking for something else.

"Remember, Crawford, tomorrow's the big day."

For a moment I looked blankly. "What big day?" I said.

"Asshole," shouted Jimmy. "Tomorrow is the big match at Mike's house. You
and Shawn are gonna put on the gloves and go at each other. Fight doesn't
end until one of you KOs the other. I'm puttin' my money on you, Zits.
You should be able to knock out Shawn in three rounds."

"Mike tells me he thinks Shawn is a sure thing. He says that Shawn could
beat you to a bloody pulp within thirty seconds. 'Course he'll want to
stretch it out longer than that, so that he can feel each punch sink into
your stomach or smash your face. Then he'll probably stomp on you for
awhile. I told Mike he was full of shit; that you look like a winner to
me for sure."

"But Mike," I protested, "I can't fight tomorrow. I got an invitation
from the Greenburg family to go with them and Terry on a camping trip." I
dreaded saying this because it went against the direct orders they had
given me to have nothing more to do with Terry and Bob. This time,
though, I was pleasantly surprised.

"O yeah? Huh! Ah...ya know Zits," Mike said, "I think maybe you should go
on this trip, right "J"? Jimmy looked puzzled for a moment, then grinned
and nodded his agreement. "Yep, I think we've been riding you pretty hard
lately and you need to get away and relax this weekend. So tell me, is
the whole family going with you and Terry and Bob?"

"Yeah, Mike," I said niavely, "even Mrs. Greenburg is going along this
time. She says it will probably be her last chance to get away with the
family since she doesn't like the cold weather...So it's okay with you
that I go?"

"Not so fast," Mike said. "We'll have to deal with Shawn. He may decide
to beat up on us since we promised him the match tomorrow. When are you
supposed to leave-this afternoon?"

"Yeah," I said, "they want to beat the traffic and get a good spot on the
campground, so we're supposed to leave around 5:30 pm. It takes over two
hours to get there. We should be back late on Sunday evening."

"Okay, Crawford, here's the deal," said Mike. "You can go on the trip but
we need something in return. I told ya before we almost have enough money
to make a down payment on the bikes. Well, we still have monthly payments
for at least a year. So starting next week you'll be giving each of us
$50 instead of $25. Understand?"

I almost fainted. "$100 every week! That's gonna take every penny I can
scrape up. I'll have nothing left. I'll have to work more hours at the
store; probably my whole Saturday and half of Sunday. Mom and dad will
never allow me to do it!"

"Like I've said, Crawford, that's your problem. We're trying to be nice
to you here. Now you know how much we want those bikes. We're also taking
the heat from Shawn about the fight. This way you get an extra week to
get yourself ready. Look, we know that you're really good at convincing
people to do things. After all, you just got us to agree on you're goin'
with those two pricks Mahoney and Greenburg. So now all you have to do is
convince your folks that you need more money--which you do." Mike smiled
as he saw the submission in my eyes.

"Okay, Mike, I'll try."

"Not good enough, dude. I want to hear first thing on Tuesday that you've
worked everything out; that or else Shawn won't be the only one beatin'
up on you. Got it?"

Yeah, Mike. I got it"

"Good," he said. "Well, Joey-boy, guess that's about it. See ya here on
Monday with that nice bushy pink hair of yours. Hey, all ya need are buck
teath and you'll look just like the Easter bunny! Maybe Shawn can help
you in that department." Laughing, they walked away.

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"Was that easy or what, buddy?" Mike said to Jimmy. "That pathetic little
fag agreed to give us the extra money for our bikes plus all the
information we need to get that exercise equipment from the Greenburgs."

Mike and Jimmy were lounging in Mike's house having a beer and watching
some porn. Both were rubbing the big bulges in their jeans.

"I've never met anybody that low," said Jimmy. "He's so scared of us
he'll do anything we say--he'll lick our feet, give us his money, let us
humiliate and abuse him in every way. What a fuckin' loser!" Jimmy
stretched out his big feet on the coffee table as he knocked back another
beer. He was feeling real good just now.

"Man I can't believe how he get's off on my boots. Did you see him shake
his pussy-ass when I stuck my foot up his crack. And what about when I
grabbed his queer little wiener between my boots and made him shoot. How
pathetic is that?"

"How did it feel man when you put your feet on his weiner. He sure seemed
to like it. You even gave him an orgasm."

I'll tell you, dude," Jimmy said. "It was kind of disgusting but it was
also fun. Man what a trip it is when you have that kind of power over
another dude. It's like when he was kissing and licking our boots the
first day we met that damn coward. You're standing over this fag who's
humiliating himself in the lowest possible way, even licking the shit off
the soles of your feet. Man you're in complete control. I was getting a
boner myself from that piece of shit groveling on the ground at my feet."
He laughed.

"Yeah," said Mike, "well there's something else. I told ya when he was
riding on the back of my bike he almost speared me in the ass. This
queer's got the hots for all of us. I've never seen the fucker without an
erection. I'll bet the greatest day of his life was when he found our
jizz all over his face."

"Yeah," said Jimmy, "and yours in his fuckin' mouth." He started laughing
like crazy again. Then he got serious. "All I can say is he better not
try to put any moves on me or I swear I'll cripple the bastard for life.
I'll kick his balls so hard he'll be chewin' on 'em."

"Hey, dude," said Mike, "we're gonna squeeze this faggot dry. After Shawn
beats the crap out of him next week he'll be completely under our
control. He'll do anything we want. First we get that exercise equipment,
then we use the fag's money to get our bikes. After that, who knows?"

Jimmy laughed again as he took a long gulp from his beer. "Hey," he said,
"you got any more of this?"

"Yeah," Mike said, "get your lazy ass up and go get one...and get me one
while your at it."

When Jimmy got back he tossed Mike his beer. Then he saw that Mike had
packed a bong and was preparing to light it. "Hey fucker," he said, "you
been holding out on me?"

"Yeah, shithead," Mike shot back, "let me get this damn thing lit and I
may give you a drag."

"Hey, dude," said Jimmy. "When are we gonna hit the Greenburg house?"

"Tomorrow night," slurred Mike, his voice already showing that he had
taken several heavy hits on the bong. Shawn has his van already to go.
Midnight. Phil, Brad, and Tod are in too. Carl and Stew got fucking dates
they say they can't break. Wait till it comes time to use the equipment.
I think I'll make 'em crawl before we let 'em in!"

"We're gonna need some muscle to move that stuff, but we'll break it down
before we move it. Tod's real good at that shit. Just give him a
screwdriver and he'll take anything apart. If we're lucky we may even
find the instruction books that go with the stuff. Now, don't forget, all
black. I got some ski masks and gloves the other day. We're gonna be like
the fuckin Shadow, man. In and out and nothing left behind."

"So what about the fag, you really gonna turn Shawn lose on him next
Saturday?"

"Yep, we just gotta make sure he doesn't see any of the exercise
equipment," said Mike.

"I have a feeling," Jimmy laughed, "that the pussyboy won't see anything
after Shawn closes his eyes with a few good punches. Hey, I just got a
wild idea. We shaved off his hair. We dyed his mohawk and pubes pink. How
about if we brand him, like he's our property or something?"

"Brand him, eh?" said Mike trying to think through the haze of the drugs.
"Maybe...let's see. Or we could always get him tattooed. That might be
even better. I know a guy who works in a tattoo parlor. He's a cool dude
and knows how to keep his mouth shut. Let's talk to the guys and see what
they think. But in the meantime we got to focus on tomorrow night. That's
gotta be our main mission right now. No slip-ups. If we want that new gym
we gotta work as a team..."

A little while later Brad and Tod showed up. "Hey dudes," Mike shouted,
"C'mon in. We're just havin' a little strategy meeting about tomorrow
night. We take off around 11:30 pm. I don't want anything to look
suspicious. We bring a couple of crowbars to force the door; boxes and
blankets to store the equipment. Tod, we're counting on you to break down
anything that's too heavy to carry or won't fit through the door.
Remember, black clothes all around. Anybody have any problems with
parents?"

"Nah," said Tod. "My folks go to bed early. It will be easy for me to
slip out the window and get over to Shawn's." Brad agreed that he also
would have no problems getting away.

"Good," said Mike. "I've already talked to Phil and Shawn and filled 'em
in. Everything should work out just the way we planned. The house will be
totally empty. Even Greenburg's old lady is going with them. We couldn't
have asked for better luck. Any other questions?" Both the guys shook
their heads.

"Okay, dudes. You got time to join us for a beer and a smoke?"

"Man, do you need to ask?" Tod and Brad both said almost together.

"You sure the fag doesn't suspect anything. He likes Mahoney and
Greenburg and would probably warn them if he thought anything might
happen to their stuff."

"Nah," said Jimmy, "taking a long drag on the bong, holding it to the
max, and then exhaling slowly. He's all excited about the camping trip.
Besides we just gave him something to think about. We reminded him about
the match with Shawn next Saturday. The little fruit was even grateful to
us for giving him permission to go on the trip." Everybody laughed.

"Hey," said Tod, "what's up with that dude? I've never met anybody like
him in my life. He does anything you guys tell him to do, and never says
a thing about it. We really messed him up the other day with the whipping
and the pink hair and the cum and he didn't tell anyone. What a damn wimp
that guy is. I don't get it."

"First of all," said Jimmy, "the guy's got no spine. He's a fuckin"
coward who doesn't know how to defend himself and is afraid of his own
shadow. You could do anything to him and he'd thank you for it.  We got
more shit planned for him that should really be a blast."

"Yeah," said Brad, "like what?"

"Well," said Jimmy, "you already know about the boxing match with Shawn
next Saturday. Shawn hates him so much he's gonna work him over real
good. Then we're thinkin' about tattooing the pathetic fag. Then, I say
we give him a piss bath and maybe even make him drink it. By the time
we're through with him he'll be our fuckin' slave."

"Cool," said Tod, "What are ya thinkin' about tattooing on him?"

"Well," Mike said, "Let's have a contest to see who comes up with the
best idea. Something like 'Fuck Me: I'm a Faggot' Whatever."

All the guys laughed like crazy as they thought about what was in store
for their victim.

(to be continued)