Date: Mon, 26 May 2014 16:54:58 +0200
From: Gary Ellis <g.ellis@writeme.com>
Subject: Mark and Gary 5

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE IN THE COUNTRY YOU ARE LIVING, OR READING
THIS STORY, OR OFFENDED BY SEXUAL ACTIVITIES BETWEEN BOYS, OR BOYS AND MEN,
DO NOT READ THIS STORY.

THIS IS A PURELY FICTIONAL STORY, EXCEPT FOR A VEY SMALL SECTION.

ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE IMAGINARY AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO AN ACTUAL PERSON OR
CIRCUMSTANCE IS ACCIDENTAL AND COINCIDENTAL.


The events in this story took place recently in England.

Mark and Gary part 5 of 6

We told Pat we were back to school soon, and a bit about our last few days
together.  Gary told Pat about his father beating up Fred. We don't have
much time together, he said, we have to be so careful.

Do you like my dogs, Pat asked. Come and meet them. They are really
friendly.

He had two German shepherd dogs which he kept in his back garden.

Here's my problem, he said. I have been offered the job of head of security
at the centre. It's a big pay rise. I will be retiring in about three
years, so I need to earn as much as I can. The problem is that I have to
move into an apartment on the centre. It's a beautiful place, but we can't
take the dogs. I was going to turn the job down.

If you promise to come here twice every day, feed the dogs, and take them
for a walk, then there's a bedroom upstairs with your name on it. We will
not be staying here, but will call in now and again, just to see the
dogs. We will be taking some of the furniture, but they are offering a
moving allowance, so we can leave some here. We want it to look like
somebody lives here. We don't want squatters. Would you do it?

Gary nodded furiously.

We would love to, I said.

Gary mentioned his brother.

No parties or anything like that and definitely no drugs, Pat said, but I
can't see a problem with your brother helping out.

Pat left behind two big double beds, some couches, chairs, tables and a TV.

We went with Pat to the linen shop in the centre, and got loads of bedding,
really cheap.  Staff discount, he said.

We told our parents we were getting paid to look after the dogs. We had the
cash that Pat got from John, so it all looked genuine. Gary and I were so
excited. The first weekend, we spent the two days in bed again. I didn't
think that would ever happen again, he said.

Fred and Simon would walk home from school with us, and rush up to the
bedroom as soon as we got through the door.

One evening, Fred said we might have a problem. I am being followed. It's
the gay bastard from John's gang. Simon has been coming here separately a
bit behind me to watch him. It's definite. He's done it at least three
times.

He waits on the corner to the left, Simon said, and watches to see which
house Fred goes in. Then he hangs about a minute or two, and goes. Shall I
follow him tomorrow?  They don't know me.

No, Gary said. We need a plan. We should watch all of them. They might be
thinking of storming this place or something. That John is fucking mad.

The next evening, Fred walked to Pat's house, as usual. We checked on John
and the other two in the gang. He was definitely following Fred by himself.

He did just as Fred said, but this time, we walked up behind him.

Something interesting, Gary asked, like his arse?

He tried to run for it.

No chance, I said. You can walk to that house, or we can bust your fucking
arm behind your back. You choose.

We forced him into the house, and told him to sit down. What's your name?

Alan, he said

OK cunt, I said, why are you following Fred?

I can't tell you, he said.

Oh dear, I said, this is going to be a bit painful for you; last chance.

He shook his head. He was scared shitless.

Fred, do you remember what this pathetic shit did to you?

I think he took off all my clothes, tied me up, and then they all wanked me
off. They were very rough.

Do it Fred, I said.

Stand up cunt, Fred said.

We got all Alan's clothes off. We found some old rope. He didn't
resist. His dick was as stiff as a post. We tied him really tight. Then we
gagged him.

Do you like dogs, Gary asked.

He shook his head, violently.

Get them Simon. They like meeting people. Have you fed them yet?

Not yet, Simon said.

The two dogs walked in. Alan froze with absolute panic in his eyes. The
dogs started sniffing his dick.

I think that must smell, I said. Don't worry, they will either lick it, or
bite it. Probably bite it.

Did you want to tell us now, Gary asked.

He nodded.

You have ten seconds, or we will tip their food all over you. They haven't
eaten all day.  We took off his gag.

I wanted to ask Fred out, Alan said, then he started crying. I didn't know
he was with Simon I have to tell him things. I have to tell all of you
things.

We all looked at each other, and started laughing.

That is so funny, it could even be true, I said.

I will tell you everything. Alan said. You need to know about John. He is
dangerous.

I don't know where to start. You weren't the only ones he was
blackmailing. And that is all my fault. John was blackmailing me. Then when
I couldn't get any more money, he told me I had to get some more guys to
blackmail instead.

I was watching when no, just a minute, Fred, I want to whisper.

What, Fred asked?

Do they know you are gay, he asked Fred.

Yes, they know I'm gay, and I fucking know you are too, Fred said.

Sorry, he said. I saw you and Simon sneak into the toilets, I watched you
over the top of the partition. I filmed you. I gave it to John. I've told
him about other boys too. He made me watch the toilets every night. It's
because I am so scared of him. He had stuff on me.  He got me to burgle
houses with him. He filmed me doing one.

He was going to get Fred in that warehouse with Simon, and blackmail
you. But hen he found out that Gary was his brother. He knew about him and
Mark getting stiff in the shower.  So he changed the plan.

After we left you there, I gave myself away. I am gay, and when you two
were fucking, well, there was a massive wet patch on the front of my
jeans. John saw it. He phoned me one night at about ten. Get here now, he
said. I had to sneak out of my house, and climb into his bedroom
window. You are one of those fucking gay cunts, he said. I am going to
teach you a lesson. He gagged me. He already had some rope. He tied me up,
forced me down on the bed, arse up, and fucked me. It didn't hurt much,
even though it was my first time. He told me I was lousy at it, and next
time his girlfriend let him down, he would ram it all in. Well, he hasn't
got a girlfriend, never has had. Plus, his bollocks were hitting my
bollocks. That bastard has only got a tiny dick. Three inches , four inches
at the most. You know he's not allowed to do sport. I think that's so that
he misses out on the showers.

We've seen his dick, Gary said. There was hardly anything there.

I thought so, he said. Anyway, now I get that phone call twice a week or
more. Get here now! It's always at night, lights off, and I hardly feel
it. I think he's gay, and shit scared of being found out.

I'll tell you what happened when we were at the centre that day. We were
waiting in the food hall for John and Graham to pick up your money. We got
a panic phone call from John. Go to my home, break in, he said, open the
safe in my wardrobe. The combination is 54178. Get my laptop, phone, hard
drive, USB sticks, smash them all up with a hammer, and chuck them in the
river. Put the jewellery and cash in a bag, and hide it safe till
later. Keep a thousand with you, and then go to Graham's house. There will
be a key under a pot round the back. Get his laptop, smash it and drown
it. Then get here to the security office with the money. Get a taxi both
ways; fucking hurry.

We did that. In that safe was at least ten grand, plus loads of gold
jewellery.

On his way home he was in total panic, mumbling about the fucking vice
squad about to turn up.

We asked him why we had smashed everything up. The vice squad was on the
way to search the place, he said. All my blackmail stuff has gone. I had a
copy of all the master codes from a burglar alarm company. There were about
two hundred addresses. I paid ten grand for that. That was worth a hundred
grand at least. All those houses were fucking sitting ducks.

You posted something on his facebook page. He couldn't speak for two
days. He was so angry. I got another poke up the arse. He was going
wild. You are all for it, he was saying. I didn't feel much.

That facebook post was a video of him naked, crying, and minus a dick, Gary
said.

Oh, I wish I could see that, Alan said.

Look, I've been really stupid. I have told him you come here. I've told him
about the dogs. He says this is where the security guard lives, because he
has seen him walking those dogs. He wants me to break in here with him,
poison the dogs, and smash the whole place up. He will bring his older
brother. He is a total nutter, and has just got out of prison. But he's
after you two as well. He hasn't got it worked out yet, but he is capable
of anything, especially now his brother has got out.

Look Fred. I really did want to ask you out. Since I saw you all tied up
and naked, I have been going mad about you. I'm really sorry. I didn't know
you were still with Simon. I was worried too, I wanted to tell you about
John. He has got me all fucked up. I don't know what I'm doing. But now
I've told you everything I know, all I can do is keep you informed.

I looked down at his dick. It was still stiff.

You are some dirty gay fucker you know, I said. Look at that thing. What
are you going to do with it Fred?

I don't think it would take long to sort it, by the look of it. Fred said,
but I've got something else in mind for him.

Fred pulled his trousers and pants down, and sat right on Alan's face. Lick
it, he said, get your tongue right up my hole. OK Simon, get your clothes
off.

What, Simon asked?

We are going to give him a show. I want you to fuck me. Stick your dick in
his mouth to get it wet. Simon did.

Fred stood right over Alan's head, and Simon moved up and pushed in. Alan
had a perfect view. In about ten seconds, he shot cum everywhere.

Sorry, sorry, he said. I couldn't stop myself.

Lick it all up Fred ordered.

We all laughed.

That was cruel, Gary said.

Yes, but I enjoyed it, Fred said. Simon and I are horny thirteen year
olds. Alan, you are going up to the bedroom. When you come downstairs, you
will know what it's like to have a real dick up your arse. That's your
punishment for filming us.

Not much of a punishment, Gary said.

We can be evil, Simon said.

They dragged him upstairs, still tied up.

We will have to go and tell Pat about all of this,I said. Wait for them to
come back downstairs. We should check he doesn't know a bit more. Let's
take the dogs for a walk.

When we got back, the others had just started coming down the stairs
laughing.

We had seen photos in one of Fred's dirty magazines, Simon said. We wanted
to try something. We need a bit more practice, and Fred's dick needs to
grow another inch.

What have you lot been doing, I asked?

We wanted to put both our dicks up his arse together. We nearly managed it,
Fred said.

Has he been properly punished then, I asked?

At least he knows what a proper dick is like up his arse, said Simon. We'll
call him back when Fred's dick grows a bit.

I'll come here any time, Alan said.

That dick of yours is still stiff, I said.

Alan shrugged his shoulders.

Now is there anything else to tell us, Alan, I asked.

No, he said, but give me all your mobile numbers. If I hear anything, I
will call you, all of you. John is a nutter. Please be careful.

You be careful too, Gary said. If he knows you spoken to us, he's not going
to be very friendly with your bollocks.

Can Alan have his clothes back then, I asked.

Fred and Simon looked at each other.

Not yet, Fred said, I've thought of a different way. Get upstairs
slave. Tell Mum I'll be another hour, Gary.


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