Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2007 11:23:46 EST
From: Glaucon55@aol.com
Subject: Punk Kinds Chapter No. 5

Punk Kids: or Brent's Big Boner
October 16, 2005

Disclaimer:

If you are not yet 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials
of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story is for
adults, and contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys
initiated by them and with older men. This story is completely fiction, all
descriptions and names are also made up, and any similarities are truly
just that, purely similarities. I do not engage in or condone sexual
activity between adults and teenagers which is regulated by law. These are
fantasies for sexual private sexual enjoyment, not for emulation in real
life.

I would appreciate comments on my writing which may be a bit rusty. I
certainly admire the good writers on the web, and consider myself still a
learner.  Please contact me at glaucon55@....

Chapter: 05

The next morning at the breakfast shared between Johnny's family and Wes',
Johnny casually gave Wes a Manilla envelope.  Wes ignored it while he read
the sports page, and wolfed down his eggs, bacon and toast prepared by
Johnny's mom.  But as he left the kitchen, he began to open the metal clasp
on the back.  Johnny smiled to himself quietly.  Five minute later, Wes
burst through the kitchen door, his face flushed and his eyes glaring at
Johnny with a nervous smile^Ånot wanting his parents or Johnny's to get
wind of anything.  Johnny sat across the room at the breakfast room table,
smiling almost sarcastically as the older boy anxiously asked "He Jo^Åyou
wanna come upstairs and figure out what we're gonna do today?"

Johnny answered almost bored, "Naw^ÅI'm gonna hang out here for a
while. I'll see you in about fifteen minutes," knowing even as he spoke how
angry and panicked the other boy was.  Johnny had put in four large blow
ups of Wes' cock erupting and all of them included his face and an unknown
fist sliding up and down the erect cock.  The detail was stunning, and
there was also a note giving Wes some clear instructions.  He was to keep
his mouth shut, and do everything Johnny said or an internet link where the
pictures and more, including a fifteen minute streaming video would be
posted, would be sent to his parents, his friends, and his school e-mail
addresses.  As Johnny's parents and Wes' were preparing to leave for
another excursion together all day Saturday, Johnny finally spoke to Wes
telling him that if he tried anything, or failed to follow any
instructions, Johnny would make him pay dearly by making sure everyone Wes
knew got copies of the pictures.  At first, as they spoke, Wes was defiant
and angry.  For a moment Johnny wondered if the bigger boy might not just
go postal and deck him.  But by the time the heated conversation ended, and
Johnny handed Wes four more photo enlargements, the older boy seemed
defeated.  At first he tried to bargain with Johnny, hoping maybe the
younger boy would take money for the pictures.  But it was clear that
Johnny wanted other "goods" in trade.  Now Johnny's plan was ready for
execution, and Wes was about to be the test run for Brent McDermott's
ordeal to come.


Wes Pays Dearly

When Darren rang the doorbell, about a half-hour after the parents had left
for their excursion that was not likely to end until about 10:00 p.m. after
dinner and drinks, Johnny had already given Wes his first lesson in
obedience.  The arrogant older teenager had been gagged with his own
briefs, had his wrists tied behind his back to his elbows, and a short (2.5
feet) wooden dowel tethered between both his thick, hairy ankles. A rope
connected his secured wrists to his spreader bar, so effectively, the big
teen was hobbled, his chest forced slightly outward by the taut line
between his arms behind his back and ankles that bowed his body as he
stood, sullen and but compliant.  He was in his cotton walking shorts,
hanging low on his waist, his deep and hairy "inny" belly button on that
flat athletic stomach, clearly and deliciously visible.  But that was the
extent of his clothing, he wore nothing else^Åbarefoot and humiliated.
Johnny took Darren into the upstairs bathroom, where Wes had left the door
open and pissed hard to show off his body to Johnny the previous evening.
Now Wes stood in the same bathroom, tethered and defeated as Johnny brought
Darren in to observe Wes' humiliation.  The older teen barely made eye
contact with Darren, looking away disgusted and embarrassed.

"You know Darren," Johnny began, "Wes is like you.  He realizes that it's
best that I supervise him while he's here for the rest of the weekend.  So
tonight, we're gonna help my buddy Wes out."  Now Johnny's tone turned
sarcastic, " He was so good to me the first time we met, at his house
earlier in the summer, that I wanna return the favor^Åhuh, Wes^Åyou think
that would be good too, don't ya?"  Wes kept his eyes down, knowing that
any gesture that would piss off Johnny might cause things to go bad for
him, and yet he was burning inside to lash out.  Ultimately, he knew that
he had to submit to this geek kid who'd been willing to service him when he
had been in control---a punk who he'd never have given a second thought to
when he was at school with the pick of the litter.  Now he was helpless,
and his reign over the smaller teen was at an end.  Even as he stood and
curled his toes from anger, and the rage boiled within him, he knew he
could not get out of this trap.  His only tact was to get through it, after
all, what could this punk-sissy get the nerve to do?

"I've been having Wes drink water since the parents left to hydrate
him---lots of water.  My mom always says to drink lots of water cause it's
good for you.  So Wes has been drinking all morning, after we had a good
breakfast of toast, oat bran, and shredded wheat^×stuff to keep him healthy
and "regular," if you know what I mean."  Johnny winked at Darren with a
wicked smile.  It was so great, after our parents left and we were alone, I
sat ole Wes down, and feed him like a baby^ÅI got to take care of my bud,
because he couldn't use his hands...they were sorta `tied-up' if you know
what I mean."  You know, it can be hard to concentrate on chewing your food
when someone is tweaking your tits.  Ole Wes has got real sensitive
tits^Åevery time my nail scratched across the tips, or my fingers twisted
one way or the other, he seemed to lose his concentration and focus.  But
eventually we got through the whole meal, huh buddy?  Johnny laughed at his
own joke and Darren joined along as they pulled on the bonds that kept Wes'
arms tethered behind his back, making his already stiff teats thrust out
even more from his jutting pecs.  When Johnny began to speak of his nips,
Wes' cock had begun to stiffen again, pushing out the loose cotton material
of the shorts.  The same thing had happened when Johnny was feeding him and
playing with his nipples, his cock had erected immediately.  Wes was just
the kind of guy that whenever you touched his titties, his prick bonered
reflexively^Å.the kind of meat that made Johnny mouth water.

"So I figure it's time for ole Wes to use the head, and take care of
business Darren, and I want you to watch and maybe film it cause we wanna
be sure to capture every minute of Wes' day^Åas a souvenir of his trip.
And since Wes can't help himself, we'll have to help him out.  First we
gotta let him piss.  Let's go, Wes, step up to the toilet bowl buddy^Åand
let her fly."  But even as Johnny spoke, he also unzipped Wes' shorts and
slid his hand inside to fish out the older boy's slightly stiff cock.  The
thick, handsome prick with its oversized and wide head, immediately began
to lengthen completely going stiff from the younger boy's touch.  Johnny,
just held Wes' prick down, and aimed it to the toilet bowl, even though it
continued to throb and stay erect.  Wes grunted behind his gag, trying to
explain that he couldn't piss while he had a boner, but Johnny just smiled.

"You better piss Wes, cause when we finish in the can, you're not gonna get
a chance to come back for a while^Åand you wouldn't want to piss on
yourself latter in the morning, would ya?"  Wes rolled his eyes, and then
squeezed them shut trying to concentrate on willing his now eight inch
erection down.  At least Johnny wasn't jacking him, but the sensation of
the other boy's fingers on his ever-hard bone made it almost impossible to
perform.  Somehow, through sheer will, Wes grunted and squeezed until piss
began to squirt from his prick, and through a partial erection, he managed
to squeeze out his morning urine as the two boys watched and laughed, and
Darren filmed some of the humiliating performance.

Wes blushed deeply as he thrust out his hips and made the piss shoot out in
consecutive bolts rather than a steady stream.  It was the only way he
could do it, and he looked so fucking sexy standing there, tied, while
another smaller kid held his big boy dick and made him pee.  His toes
curled a bit as he forced the piss out, and his chest continued to stick
out, the luscious teenage nipples looking ripe and succulent, especially
after their earlier stimulation at breakfast.

When Wes finally finished, he sighed in relief, hoping that his bathroom
ordeal was over.  But Johnny had other plans.  "Kay buddy, now we got to
clean out that shit chute and let you poop."  Wes turned, startled by the
suggestion, and his brows furrowed.  He shook his head, unable to say
anything, trying to persuade Johnny that enough was enough.  Maybe this
little shit had more balls than he imagined.  He wasn't going to shit in
front of two teen punks like Johnny and Darren, hell no!  But Johnny looked
back at him with a steely smile, "Now turn around Wes, and let Darren
spread those cheeks of yours."  Darren turned and looked at Johnny with
surprise.  He didn't understand why he was being asked to spread Wes' ass
cheeks.  Why not loosen the rope between his ankles and wrists and just let
him sit down on the toilet.  But Johnny had a plan.  He did loosen the rope
the kept Wes' ankles and wrists connected, but he did so only to make the
older boy bend over at the waist.  Then he told Darren to sit on the toilet
seat as he handed him a three inch white cylinder that was not more than a
quarter inch in diameter^ÅJohnny had given Darren a suppository to hold.
Wes looked over at what Johnny was doing, and shook his head
emphatically^Åno^Åhe wouldn't take it^Åhe'd tighten his asshole^Åno way!
But Johnny snapped his fingers to get Wes' attention, and turned the older
boy around, keeping his palm on his head, to keep him bent over.

This was ingenious!  Johnny remembered from his own childhood when his
mother had given him a suppository to help him shit when he was
constipated.  The weird feeling of the slim, soft cylinder sliding into his
rectum had made his little boy prick go stiff.  All he could do was clench
his ass muscles, and make them grip the thing tingling in his ass until it
melted.  Then he remembered running to the toilet and shitting till every
piece of crap in him had slid into the bowl.  The whole time, his prick had
remained hard, and he wondered at why the suppository made him feel that
way.  Now, he intended to humiliate Wes by treating him like a little kid.
The big, hairy teenager was about to get his big boy suppository, but with
a twist.  Johnny had soaked it in Noxema, and the suppository now had a
slightly greasy and stinging quality to it.  It wouldn't hurt Wes, but it
would likely make his ass either tingle or itch, and Johnny didn't care
which as long as Wes was uncomfortable, and erect during the entire
process.

Wes stayed bent over reluctantly as he was instructed after his shorts were
cut away from his body, and Darren parted the firm, muscular buttocks,
exposing the hairy teenage trough.  Johnny dabbed his finger in the bottle
of Noxema, and using his index finger, parted the thick hair in Wes' trench
and located the ragged split of his anus.  The tight sphincter was firmly
shut, but as Johnny finger trailed up and down the soft flesh, Wes grunted
and wriggled his toes, unable to prevent the ticklish and tingling feeling
of the greasy finger sliding back and forth over his sensitive anus, from
worming its way into his hot teenage ass pucker.  Slowly but surely, Johnny
slid his finger up Wes' rectum, till he reached the older boy's fuck nut.
When he felt it, he made sure to rub it back and forth, eliciting the deep
groans he desired from the helpless bigger kid: "oooooooowwwwww,
aaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhh^Å. mmmmmmppppppphhhhhhhh."  Wes panted and grunted
into his gag as the wicked finger teased up his ass pucker and rubbed
gently back and forth over his healthy, fat teenage prostate.  Now his toes
gripped the rug again, unable to do anything else from the incredible
sensation deep in his ass, his gluts gripped tight, trying to force the
wriggling finger out from inside him, and he knew his piss lips were
drooling sap from the insistent fingering.

It was useless for Wes to resist.  Johnny made sure the older teen was well
lubricated, and anally masturbated so that when he slid his finger out,
Wes' cock was fully erect, bobbing and dripping pre-sap from its long piss
lips and wide piss-well.  Johnny used his other hand to grasp the big boy
boner, and slid his thumb over the sticky knob, wet with the clear juice,
making Wes gasp even more and thrust his cock into the boy's soft palm.
The sensitive cock head expanded even more seeking stimulation for its
ticklish surface.  Johnny just teased the big teen, and told Darren, it was
time to slide the suppository into Wes.  Carefully, the other boy followed
his friend's instructions, and within a moment, Wes had the three inch prod
lodged inside him.  Then Johnny made him stand up straight, forcing the
suppository to rub against his prostate even more.  As Wes grimaced and
gripped the floor with his curling toes, Johnny continued to play with the
fat cock knob of Wes's fully erect penis, tickling it, and scratching his
fingernail lightly over the glans and flange.  He told Darren to gently
roll and twist Wes' coned and rubbery teats, milking them and making the
older boy gasp and thrust out his chest from the sweet sensation.  For ten
minutes, Wes shifted from one foot to the other, trying to rest his weight
on one foot or the other even though he was tethered by the spreader bar.
His hips had begun to thrust towards Johnny's dancing fingertips, and he
tried to move both to and from Darren's talented fingers on his tits,
especially when the boy licked his fingers and then plied the tits.  He
grunted and groaned, squeezing his ass muscles, as the suppository slowly
melted in his ass.  Suddenly his eyes widened, and as soon as Johnny saw
the expression, he pushed Darren out the way and steered Wes to the toilet
seat.  The older boy sat down immediately, and then squeezed his eyes shut
as suddenly there was a rain of heavy splashes into the toilet bowl.  Wes
was shitting his shredded wheat, oat bran, toast and last night's dinner.
It wasn't pretty, but the smell was tolerable though Wes blushed and
blushed from having to perform his morning ablution in front of two younger
teenage boys, his prick remaining hard through the entire performance.

Nor did his humiliation end when he finished shitting.  Then Johnny made
his stand and bend over again and inserted the nozzle from his mother's
douche bag, giving the older boy a soapy, warm water enema.  Once again the
nozzle buzzed his sensitive prostate, and the water filled him putting
pressure on his fuck nut keeping his prick hard and drooling.  Two times,
the boys filled him with the mild liquid, and made him shit it out, until
on the last effort, the water appeared clean.  Then Johnny made Darren use
a wet wash cloth to wipe Wes's ass, instructing him to gently push the
cotton material into the anal entrance, eliciting even more gasps from Wes.
When they were done, they put Wes into the walk-in shower stall, and washed
him from head to foot, making sure to pay attention to his nipples, his
navel, his asshole, and his cock and balls.  As they dried him off, he was
not only clean and sweet-smelling, but he was still fully erect and
drooling from the soapy massage they had given his big boner as they washed
him from head to toe.

Now Johnny was ready to give Wes what he truly deserved, and to test out
the thrill of having complete control over an older, athletic and handsome
teenage boy.  They steered Wes, shuffling his big feet because of the
spreader bar, into Johnny's bedroom and within ten minutes had him fully
spread-eagled on the bed, arms extended to the two corner posts, and feet
tethered to the bottom posts.  Johnny instructed Darren to strip down to
his briefs, and he did the same, and both boys climbed into the queen size
bed on each side of Wes' bound body.  Then Johnny spoke in soft but clear
tones, so both of the boys could hear, and explained to Wes what was next.

"You know Wes, that week I stayed at your house, you taught me lots of
things about sex, and you made me cum and cum and showed me how nice it was
to help out a big boy buddy----like you.  I came back and showed Darren.
But I wondered how it would be to help you out, to let you know how it felt
to be on the other side, where you couldn't be the one in control, making
all the decisions and having all that responsibility for taking care of
someone else.  I figured you'd like to just enjoy it sometime, and now
we've got you here in my room, and you don't have to worry about anything,
cause me and Darren, we're gonna take good care of you."  You couldn't miss
the sickly sweet tone of Johnny's voice, making sure that Wes knew that
every indignity that he'd put Johnny through earlier in the summer, he was
about to suffer.  As Johnny spoke, he directed Darren and both boys picked
up toothbrushes that were next to the bed.  The brushes had been boiled in
hot water, and the bristles, already soft were softened even more, but as
often happens when bristles are boiled, they stuck out in every direction,
no longer in the tight and compact form when purchased at the store.  Now
the bristles were just perfect for a big teenage body, strapped out and
helpless, and that is precisely what Johnny had in mind.

"So you lay back and relax Wes, and when we're done, you won't have to
worry about shooting yer wad for days, maybe even weeks^Å."  Wes' eyes
widened as he saw that each boy had a brush.  His nipples went hard, and
his dick lurched^Åfuck, he was ticklish and now he was helplessly stretched
out for these two fiends^Åoh God^Åoh fuck!  As Johnny finished speaking, he
and Darren first lowered their fingers onto the big boy's taut body, as he
eyes now squeezed shut and he howled into his gag, grunting and yelling
into the dirty briefs lodged in his mouth and tied in place.  The wriggling
fingers of the two teens started to investigate his beautiful torso. The
brushes would be coming soon, but first they wanted to bring Wes to a
perfect state of sexual heat and helpless insanity from the maddening
tickling.

Fuck, Johnny and Darren soaked in Wes's perfect body, his big feet with
their long, thick toes, his big hands, spread out and tied with the soft
palms open, his heaving chest with its rounded pectorals and the wide,
rubbery cones of his teats thrusting up from the curved edge, his navel, a
deep hairy well, and finally his long, curved shaft with its completely
soaked glans, and the big, hanging nuts that rested between his legs.  And
there was more; that hidden entrance between his legs underneath his balls
that longed for the attentions of two naughty boys.  Washed clean and teen
spunk ready, Johnny had his wish cum true, a big boy to manage and to play
with sexually, a big boy whose cocky arrogance would soon be reduced to
helpless begging.

Darren and Johnny both leaned down and rested their heads on Wes' muscled
torso.  At Johnny's signal, they opened their lips and fastened them onto
Wes' stiff, jutting tits, suckling and tonguing the sensitive nubs.  Both
teats immediately stiffened even more, their rubbery texture turning into
hard tacks of sensation, shooting straight to Wes' throbbing bone.  Wes
exhaled, and closed his eyes, savoring the the sharp, exquisite sensation
of both of his teats being nursed, one each by the two boys who were
holding him captive, even as their fingers lightly glided over the rest of
his body.  If this was punishment, maybe he could survive, and he felt his
thick prick burp more sap onto his fluttering tummy, as the tickling lips
drew gasps and squeals of pleasure from him behind his gag.  The boys
twirled their tongues around Wes' rigid, rubbery nipples, making the
fourteen year old move his chest first towards one side then the other, to
get the most from their lingual caresses, when the boys suddenly lowered
one hand each onto his firm stomach.  With a wink from Johnny, their
fingers began to dance over the taut abdominal muscles, and Wes' eyes
snapped open.  His nipples were still being sweetly suckled, but now he was
distracted by the firm boy fingers scrabbling over his stomach.  As soon as
they landed on his stomach, they moved quickly elsewhere.  Darren had been
assigned the inside of Wes' spread thighs, scrabbling his fingertips just
beneath the roiling sack of older boy's big nuts that were beginning to
warm up and give off the telltale starchy scent that makes every teenage
boy seem like a goat in heat.  Johnny, smoothed his fingers and palm across
the taut stomach of the teenage jock he held captive, using his index
finger to trace the firm lines of his six-pack, and to probe just
underneath the curved rod of his prick, and into the hairy portal of Wes'
navel.  The bigger boy bucked a bit, the ticklish fingers making his thighs
tighten and causing him to suck in his stomach.  But those wicked little
fingers kept searching and scratching, gliding and gripping, making Wes
writhe within his bonds, and gurgle and grunt into his gag.  The boy's lips
followed their fingers, and soon Wes' big boner was throbbing above his
stomach, curved up and outwards and just off his torso, drooling a steady
stream of clear teen sap.  But no matter how he hunched and squirmed, he
could not escape the tantalizing fingers and lips that scoured his body,
from toes to ears, scratching, nipping, sucking and probing.  When Johnny's
and Darren's tongues invaded his ears at the same time, and each twisted
and plucked his hard teenage nipples, after 30 minutes of continuous
teasing and no fingers touching or stroking his raging boner, Wes' teen
hormones surrendered and the fat glans expanded making the younger boys go
wide with wonder and admiration.  They had the older teen completely under
their control and his most private act was about to occur without any
direct stimulation.  Wes lost in the delicious sensation of ejaculation,
panted through his gag, and lifted his ass up from the bed as far as his
bonds would allow, and his fat, unruly cock knob expanded till it looked
like a luscious plum, the wide piss lips parted, and wads of sticky boy
juice squirted and shot from from the head, basting his chest, splattering
between his nipples, and hosing his torso.  Johnny and Darren intensified
their licking in his ticklish ears, and scraped their finger nails over his
stiff teats making the teenager howl into his gag, and continue to fire
bolts of gism until only a drool emerged from the still hard cock, the knob
now covered in opaque boy spooge.

Wes' ass dropped back to the bed, and he ground it into the bedspread,
still twisting and wishing someone would grasp his big cock and massage it,
milk it, and get the desperate and unfulfilled need to be stroked out of
his system.  But Darren and Johnny were careful to avoid the spurting cock
shaft as it sprayed gism over the older teens chest and face.  They left
Wes gasping and flexing his aching prick, with its fat knob tingling, still
available for more use.  The day was just beginning, and the boys had plans
for their larger teenage companion.  Johnny had carefully instructed
Darren, and the other teen was ready to follow his friends plan to the last
detail.  Wes was in for a day he would never forget, and sensations that
would transform him.