Date: Sat, 27 Dec 2003 03:45:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Max Hewitt <lilperv76@yahoo.com>
Subject: Punking Mike, ch. 5

This story involves sex between guys.  If you shouldn't be reading stuff
like that, move on.  In this story, the characters don't use condoms.  In
the real world, anybody who doesn't practice safe sex is a menace to
himself and society.  Don't be a menace.

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Thanks to TW for doing the beta reading here.

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Chapter 5

[MC = Mike Cronin; JK = Jason Kinsey]

MC:

One evening after supper Jason had come over and we were in my room.  Dad
had come home for dinner and gone back to the office.  Mom was at a
friend's for the evening.  Jason and I were naked on my bed, having a nice
69 session.  (Amazing how my life had changed in a week or so!)

When my cell rang, my first impulse was to ignore it.  After all, who wants
to be interrupted at a time like that?  But it might have been Mom or Dad,
and they'd be pissed if I didn't answer, so I picked up.  It was Seth.

"You and Jason put on your clothes.  I'm in the car, and I'll be there in
ten minutes."

"Watkins, what the hell do you want?  Why do you think Jason would be here?
[I didn't even think he knew Jason.]  And why are you coming here?"

He chuckled.  "I knew ALL about you and your faggy chink boyfriend.  I've
got someone with me, so you'd better get some clothes on.  I'll be there in
nine minutes."

"Oh, shit!" Jason said when I told him.  "Wonder what he's up to now?  I
thought we'd pretty well gotten rid of him.  And how does he know about
me?"

"I think he has a detective working for him, so I suppose it wouldn't be
too hard to find out that we're together a lot.  He must have just assumed
the rest."

As we scrambled into our tees and cargoes, he said, "Yeah, well Mike, a
competent detective wouldn't have any trouble finding out I'm gay."

I wondered what that meant.  That is, I assumed I knew what that meant, but
I wondered how many other guys Jason had been with.

We went downstairs without bothering to put on our sandals.  By the time we
got to the family room, the doorbell rang.

Seth had Willie with him, the twelve-year-old I was tutoring in math.

"Hey, Willie, good to see you!"

He looked a little embarrassed and said, "Hey, Mike."

Totally puzzled, I told them to come in.

"Hey, Jason," Willie said.

"Do I know you?" Jason asked.

"What you mean, man, like, yeah you know me!"

"Watkins, what's going on here?  What kind of shit are you pulling now?"

"Calm down, Mikey.  You and your pansy lover here have gone too far this
time."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Hey, watch your language!  There's a child present," Seth said, with a
smirk on his face.

"I ain't no chile, and they ain't much I ain't heard befo!"

"Okay, you guys, what's this all about?  Why are you here?"

"Mike, where are your manners?  Let's all sit down.  Willie's got something
to tell you."

Puzzled, I gestured them toward seats.  Willie and Seth took easy chairs,
leaving Jason and me to sit on the sofa.  I felt like taking his hand, but
I didn't.

"Go ahead, Willie.  Why are you here with Seth?"

He looked me in the face and smiled.  "Mr. Watkins thinks I should go to
the po-lees about what you two did to me."

"Willie, I've never seen you before," Jason said.  "Why would you say I did
something to you?"

"Jason, you wuz there that day.  You and Mike did it together."

"What . . .?"  I could only sputter.  Jason had never been at the center,
so far as I knew, and he had never been there when I was tutoring Willie.

"Maybe you should just let the kid tell his story," Seth said, still
smirking.

My heart sank, but I said, "Okay, Willie.  What did Jason and I do?"

"Well, the last time you tutorin' me, jus' about the time we wuz finished,
this dude came in."  He gestured toward Jason.  "You pulled me up against
you and began to feel my, uh, dick."

"That's bullshit!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, the story gets better.  You may as well listen," Watkins said.  "Go
ahead, Willie."

He looked at Seth and then continued.  "I tole him to let me go, that I
didn't want him to do that, but he just kep' on.  I got, well, uh, hard,
man."  He looked down at the floor like he was embarrassed.  Seth had
obviously gotten to Willie somehow, and the kid could have a great career
as a child actor.  If I hadn't known he was lying, I'd have believed him
totally.

"Yeah, Willie, and then . . . ?"  Seth prompted.

Willie looked at Jason.  "Then, this dude came over and unzipped his pants.
He pulled out his thing, and it was real hard.  Real big, you know?  And,"
Willie looked at the floor again, "he wanted to put it in my mouth!  He
wanted me to suck on it."

"That's a fuckin' lie and you both know it," Jason shouted, standing up.

Willie cowered.  Seth gestured for Willie to come to him.  He put his arms
around Willie and said, "It's okay, little guy.  I won't let them hurt you.
They're all mouth."  He looked at me and grinned, "and no fight."

I pulled Jason back onto the sofa, and this time I did take his hand.  "Go
on, Willie."

He looked at Seth, who nodded.  "Well, Mike, you held me while he stuck his
cock in my mouth."

"Willie, I'm disappointed in you.  How could you sit there and lie like
that?  All I've ever done is help you with your math.  And Jason has never
been there."

"See, Mr. Watkins, I tole you they'd be sayin' I was lyin'."

Seth hugged him and said, "It's okay, Willie.  Ya done good.  Ya told the
truth.  I'll see they don't ever do that to you again.  Now, why don't you
go back and sit in the car?  Here are the keys so you can put the radio on
until I get there.  I'll deal with these dudes."

Willie grinned, took the keys, and left.

Jason looked at Seth and said, "Man, talk about Machiavelli.  You're
something else.  What a mean fuckin' bastard you are."

I don't suppose Seth had a clue who Machiavelli was, but he got the
message.

"Listen, you little faggot chink, you're in trouble.  Ask Mikey here what
the courts could do to you both if Willie went to the police with his
story.  Do you think anyone would believe you?  And, Mikey, imagine what
this would do to your father's career!  The DA's son helps molest a minor!
I can see the local rags and the national tabloids when they get hold of
this story!  And, guys, you should also think about how long you'll spend
in prison when you're convicted of child molestation, or whatever the
assistant DA will throw at you.  Besides, do you have any idea what will
happen to you in prison?  Pedos don't have it easy in the slammer."

Feeling dizzy, I grabbed one of the throw pillows on the sofa with one hand
and squeezed Jason's with the other.  I knew he had us.  In cases like
this, I had heard my dad say, no one was inclined to believe the accused.
Plain and simple, we were fucked.

"Uh, Seth, why are you here instead of downtown in my dad's office?"

He got this shit-eating grin on his face.  "Looks like the tables have
turned again, haven't they, Cronin?"

"You know the kid is lying.  How did you ever get him to say all that?"

Still looking very self-satisfied, he said, "Well, his mother was having
trouble making her mortgage payment.  Now she doesn't have a mortgage.  And
Willie IS very convincing, isn't he?"

"You devious son of a bitch.  You'd do all that to get back at me?"

"Yep."

I took a deep breath and looked at Jason.  He looked panicked.

"So, what's the deal?"

Jason spoke up.  "You know you can't prove any of that because it never
happened."

Seth, still looking cocky, said, "You want to take your chances on anyone
believing you in court when that kid testifies?"

I looked at Jason.  He looked at me.  I could tell he'd seen the
ramifications of all this and was stymied.

"Okay, Seth.  So what's the deal?"

"No deal.  Unless you want me to take Willie to your dad's office tomorrow
morning, I OWN YOU!"

"Own us?" Jason asked, his voice husky.

"Yep.  Your asses and souls belong to me.  Whatever I tell you to do,
you'll do, no questions, no hesitation.  Willie won't forget his story.  So
whether it's now or down the road a year, he'll be glad to tell the
authorities what you two perverts did to him."

I looked at Jason.  With the slightest nod of his head, he let me know he'd
given up.  I thought of going to Dad myself and telling him what had
happened, but I didn't see how that would help.  This would ruin his
career, it would ruin my family's standing in the community.  I thought Dad
would believe me, but he'd have to withdraw from the case and turn it over
to one of his deputy DA's.  And there were some of those who would like
nothing better than to see his son in the public spotlight as a sex
offender.  Maybe they could even run for his job if Jason and I were
convicted.

I didn't see any alternative.  "Okay, Seth, you slimy prick.  It looks as
if you've won.  I don't know what it is you've got against me.  I never did
anything to hurt you.  But, like I said, you've got all the marbles.  What
do you want us to do?"

He took a deep breath and laced his fingers behind his head, his chest
puffing out as he did.  "Mike, you and I could have been friends, you know,
if it weren't for our dads.  Well, never mind.  It's too late for that.
You two WILL be totally under my command from now on.  If you don't want to
go to jail as child molesters, you have to do anything, everything I tell
you, and with no back talk.  Got that?"

I felt like spewing.  I looked at Jason, who seemed sick, too.  "Yeah,
Seth, we got it."

"Okay.  First thing tomorrow, you tell your boss at the community center
that you can't tutor Willie anymore.  You can keep going there to do all
the other menial shit they have you doing, but I don't want you around
Willie anymore."  He grinned.  "After all, we can't have you molesting him
again, can we?"

"And . . . ?"

"And that's all for now.  But remember, when I wiggle my finger, you two
sad pansies jump.  You'll be hearing from me."

With that, he got up.  He came over to where we were sitting.  He went up
to Jason, grabbed him by the ears, and pulled Jason's face into his crotch.
"Take a deep breath, pussy.  That will tide you over until you get another,
longer whiff of my cock."

I was about to stand up and take a swing at him when he moved to me.  He
stuck his foot in my crotch and wiggled it around.  I could have grabbed it
and pulled him off balance and perhaps kicked the shit out of him, but I
realized that wouldn't do any good.  What alarmed me most seriously,
despite what he'd done that afternoon, was that I instantly got hard
feeling his foot against my balls and cock.

He couldn't have felt my stiffie through the soles of his sandals, but he
grinned and said, "See, Mikey, you get off on all this, don't you?"

I blushed and hung my head, and then hated myself for letting him know he
was right.

"Okay, slaves.  You'll be hearing from me.  Now you can go back to fucking,
or whatever you were doing."

He sauntered toward the door.  When he got there, he turned back and
grinned at us.  And then he left.

JK:

We were fucked.  My life was over.  I could just hear what my `rents would
say when I got arrested for child molestation.  Seth was right.  No one
would believe Mike and me.  And all because I had tried to help him.

When Seth left, Mike came over to me and held his arms out as if to hug me.

"Get away from me!  This is all your fault!  If I hadn't tried to help you,
I wouldn't be in this mess!  Now what the fuck are we going to do?"

Mike looked as if he wanted to cry.

"Jase, I don't know.  You're right.  You are the innocent victim here.  If
you hadn't tried to help me, you would not be involved with this.  I'm SO
sorry!  I wish there were some way I could take all this on me and get you
out of it.  Any ideas?"

I didn't have any ideas at the time.  All I could think of was how unfair
all this was.  I had never seen the freaking little kid before, and now I
was facing jail for abusing him.

"Jase, like I said, man, I'm SO sorry.  But I don't see that we have any
option.  We've just got to play along with Seth until we can think what to
do."

"Yeah, right.  We'll both become his slaves.  We'll have to do all that
sick shit he pulled on you."

"Jase, would you rather go to jail?  Our lives would be ruined if we did.
And the stuff in prison would probably be worse than anything Seth can
dream up."

"So what you're saying is we've got to do anything he tells us?"

"Well, yeah.  What else can we do?"

"I dunno, Mike, but this all sucks, man!"

He held his arms out to me again, and this time I let him hug me tight
against him.  It felt good.

He ran his hand over my hair and down the back of my head.  "I know, babe,
I know.  Maybe we'll think of some way out of all of this.  We're smarter
than he is, or at least I thought we were.  Maybe we'll have to suck his
dick or something until we figure out what to do.  How bad could it be?"

I kept my arms around his waist and leaned my head against his chest.
"Yeah, Mike.  I'm sorry I was so bitchy.  I'm not really mad at you.  I'm
just scared, you know?  And I can't think straight right now.  So I guess
you're right.  We'll just have to play along with him until we think of
some plan to get out from under him."

The phone rang.  Not Mike's cell, but the house phone.  Mike kissed me on
the top of the head and went over to answer it.

"Hello."

"Yeah, he's still here."  (Pause.)  "Yeah, yeah, okay.  Looks like you've
got us by the balls, Seth.  What do you want us to do?"

He listened for a while.  "Yeah, I guess I can manage that, don't know
about Jase."

Another pause.  "Okay, okay, I'm sure he'll figure out a way.  We'll be
there."

He hung up the phone.  "He wants us to tell our parents that we're spending
the weekend together.  You say you're at my house, and I'm to say I'm at
your house.  Think you can do that?"

"Yeah, that shouldn't be a problem."

"Well, we're supposed to show up at his house at 10:00 Saturday morning.
Can you manage that?"

"Yeah, I suppose so."

"Well, I'll pick you up about 9:45 then."

I sighed.  "Did he give you any idea what he wanted with us?"

"He just said to show up for fun and games for the weekend."

MC:

Damn!  Jase and I obviously underestimated Seth.  I really felt terrible
that he'd gotten dragged into this thing.  The poor guy was just trying to
help me.  He didn't deserve to get caught in the feud or whatever it is.  I
thought for a moment about the Montagues and the Capulets.  I guess that
made Jason Mercutio.  Then I remembered what happened to Mercutio and
shuddered.  Bad analogy.

I picked Jase up the next morning.  Like me, he was wearing cargoes, a tee,
and sandals.  I think we both probably assumed we'd be naked quickly after
we got to Seth's place.

And we were right.  The Watkins had a separate three-car garage with two
stories.  We learned later that Seth lived in the garage apartment.  He met
us in the driveway and took us around the house to the pool area in the
back.  We had to go through a gate in a high privacy fence.  As soon as he
had closed and fastened the gate, he said, "You two can strip while I'm
explaining some things."

We were in a spacious patio area next to a big pool.  The whole thing was
landscaped like something out of a movie.  There was a waterfall coming
into the pool.  The ground rose leading away from the pool, and there were
brick steps leading up to the top of the slight hill.  I couldn't see what
was beyond that.

"My folks are on an around-the-world cruise.  They won't be back for a
month.  So we have lots of time for everything we need to do.  Now, you are
here voluntarily, right?  So there's no question of you being kidnapped.
And you'll be able to go home Sunday evening, so your folks won't worry
about where you are."

"What about blackmail, motherfucker?" Jason asked angrily.

"Well, Kinsey, that works both ways, doesn't it?  Seems to me I was
threatened with the publication of a bunch of pictures of Mike and me that
you obviously took.  But those pics are nothing compared to what I've
already go on you.  And the fun's just beginning!  So shut up and get your
clothes off.  You can throw `em on that table over there," indicating one
of several umbrella tables, "but you won't be needing `em much this
weekend."

We put our clothes on the table.

Seth grinned.  "Now remember, dudes, you can leave here at any time.  But
if you do, or if you refuse to do everything I tell you to, I'll go get
Willie and take him to Mike's dad's office."

"That's really sick, you bastard!" Jason said.

Seth looked at me and scowled.  "Mikey, Mikey, you obviously didn't tell
Jason the rules."  Then he grabbed Jason by the neck.  "Look, you queer
little shit, you don't say another word until I ask you a direct question!"
He squeezed so hard Jason's eyes began to pop.  Jase nodded his head.

"That's better.  Now, let's get to it.  Kinsey, there's a digital still
camera on that table over there.  And you'll also notice there are two
video cameras on tripods.  You'll be in charge of photographing everything
this weekend, whether you're one of the `stars' or not.  And you can show
me how to use the video cameras when you're in the picture."  He walked
over and grabbed my nipples.  I grunted with pain.

"Well, well.  You quit wearing your clips, didn't you?  From now on,
cocksucker, you'll wear them anytime you are wearing a shirt.  I see you've
quit shaving your pubes.  We'll have to take care of that right away.
Well, soon.  First, though, we need to take care of the squirt's titties.
Mike, why don't you do the honors?"

I looked at him for directions.

"What, ya stupid?  I want you to suck your little buddy's tits.  Use your
teeth.  We want them swollen and sticking out.  You know what to do.  Just
what I did to you."

If it weren't for the humiliation, that wouldn't be such a bad thing to do.
Jason had a neat, trim body, and I'd already come to love sucking on his
nips.

"Kinsey, you sit on the front part of this chaise.  Cronin, sit beside him
and work those titties over."

We did as instructed.  I could feel Jason shudder when I began to suck on
his nip and tickle it with my tongue.  I put my arms around him and held
him close while I did what Seth had commanded.

"Don't get all lovey-dovey on me, Cronin, you fag!  Take your arms away, so
I can get pictures of your mouth on his tit."

So I sucked and nipped with my teeth while Seth took pictures.  I think
Jase was trying awfully hard not to show that he liked what I was doing,
but when his cock began to fill, he'd lost the battle.

Seth, of course, didn't miss what was happening, and he squatted down, used
the zoon on the still camera, and got pics of me sucking Jason's nips while
he had a boner.

"Okay, you two, enough of the faggoty stuff for now.  It's time to take
care of some things."

Seth went to one of the tables where he'd laid out a variety of things.  He
came back with a pair of alligator clips connected by a chain.  He pulled
out each of Jason's nips in turn and fastened a clip on to it.  When he had
done that, he pulled on the chain, and Jason groaned.  Then he got an
identical set and put them on me.  "I thought you might have left yours
behind, and we want to keep working on those titties," he said, grinning at
me.

Next Seth went back to his table full of gear and picked up a barber's
clipper, the kind that's battery operated.

"Now, it's time to take care of some personal hygiene.  Here, Cronin.  Take
off all your buddy's hair below the neck.  Do what you can with these
clippers, and then we'll get a razor."

When Seth had his back to us, I mouthed, "Sorry, Jase."

"Hey, Cronin, get over here, fucker!  Take this thing and make the shrimp
stand on it so his fuckin' hair doesn't get all over the place."

I picked up the old shower curtain he'd produced from somewhere and spread
it for Jason to stand on.

"Oh, nice hole man.  I'm looking forward to stretching that some today,"
Seth said, grabbing his package.

I was about to begin with the hair in Jason's pits when Seth said, "Hold up
a minute.  Let's get a `before' picture.  Kinsey, you don't look like a man
even with all your hair, but this will be good for contrast."  He snapped
pictures of the blushing Jason from a couple of angles and then nodded for
me to go ahead.  "Be sure to take it all off, even his arms and legs."

Jase didn't have much hair on his arms, but I did what Seth had said.  When
I had removed everything above the waist, I began to work on his balls,
which didn't have much there either, and his full black bush.  With the
first pass of the clippers through his pubes, Jason kind of moaned.  It
wasn't a sexual moan.  I could tell his was just miserable at the thought
of losing this symbol of adult manhood.  Maybe he was hating me for
dragging him into all this.  As I was working on his legs, I ran my hand
gently around his cute butt.  He looked down at me and managed a weak
smile.

"Hey, you two!  This isn't supposed to be fun.  Cronin, just do your job.
And don't forget his ass crack."

When I finished with the clippers, Seth produced a can of shaving cream, a
disposable razor, and some water in a garden bucket.  Soon Jason was smooth
all over.  Jase stood there looking down at himself with this miserable
expression on his face.  Seth, of course, was snapping pictures, giving
Jason orders about how to stand.  He made him bend over and pull his ass
cheeks apart so he could take a shot of his hairless asshole.  Then he had
him lie back on the chaise and pull his knees up to his shoulders for
another picture.

Next Seth made Jason shave me where all my stubble was growing back in.
And then I had to pose in all the same positions.

"Okay, faggots, now I want you to get yourselves hard.  That might be
easier if you help each other, so grab a cock and start jerking it."

It didn't take long for Jason and me to get hard.  I think there must be
something about fear or humiliation that makes a guy bone up.  Anyway, we
were both standing there with our dicks sticking straight out.

"Okay, now, I want you to stand side by side.  Then move a little so you're
closer to facing each other, but I still want to see the fronts of your
bods.  I want your dicks to touch.  And, in that position, I want you to
kiss each other."

It added to our humiliation that by the time Seth let us quit kissing our
dicks were pointing up and looked like crossed swords.  It didn't help that
Jason was frenching me like crazy.  After he got the picture he wanted,
Seth came over and squeezed the tip of each of our cocks.

"Jeez, you two really are hot for each other, aren't you?  That's great.
It'll make your video even more convincing.  Now, Cronin, come with me."

I followed him out into a grassy part of the yard.  He grabbed a coil of a
soft white rope and led me over to the shade of a large tree.  With a piece
of rope, he tied my ankles together.  Then he tied my wrists together and
threw the rope over a branch above my head.  He pulled on the rope, drawing
my bound wrists over my head.  He pulled until I was just on the balls of
my feet, my arms bearing a portion of my weight.

"Now, Jason, I want you to check that these two vid cameras are set up and
aimed properly.  If it's all the way it should be, I can stop and start
both by pushing this remote button, right?"

Jason went over and looked at the setup.  "Yeah."  Was all he said to Seth.

"Well, it better work, `cause if it doesn't we'll just have to record it
again and keep doing it until we get it right.  And you won't much want to
re-record it, I think," he said, chuckling.

Then Seth brought Jason to where I was.  He strung him up just the way he
had strung me up.  But he did it so we were facing each other.  Our chests
touched.  My mouth was about the level of Jason's forehead.  Seth stepped
back, looked at us, and wasn't happy with what he saw.  He went somewhere
and came back with a cement block about three inches thick.  He made Jason
stand on that and then adjusted the rope that was holding his arms in the
air.

So, there we were, chests together, nose almost touching nose.

"Okay, you two can do whatever you want.  I'll be back in a few."

It was more than a few minutes.  As we stood there, I kept looking into
Jason's eyes and he looked into mine.  If we had been in this position
voluntarily, it might have been hot.  He had beautiful eyes.  And there was
his naked body, close to mine.  So close we wouldn't have to move much for
our cocks to touch.  I gave him a kiss.

"Hang in there, Jase.  We'll make it through this."

Despite the situation, he grinned.  "Yeah, Mike, I'll hang in there."

As I stood there, I could almost feel the heat from his body, even though
we were in partial shade.  The sun was shining through the leaves on the
tree overhead.  Jason was so cute.  I loved looking into his eyes.  And I
began to get hard.  Looking down, I could see that he had a boner, too.

"Well, look at you two.  Just what I figured would happen.  I can't leave
you two alone without you getting all jonesed up for each other."  He
chuckled.  "But that's okay, boys.  That's what I wanted to happen."

We looked at Seth with astonishment.  He was wearing a black leather hood
with openings for his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.  But it completely
disguised his identity.  He also had a pair of leather chaps which allowed
his balls and cock to dangle out the opening in the front.  He was
barefoot.  And he was carrying a fraternity paddle.

This didn't look good.

"Now, boys, let me show you something."

He came over to us and swatted me on the butt with his paddle.
Instinctively, I pushed my hips forward to escape the blow.  I didn't avoid
the blow, of course, but I did push my hard cock against Jason's belly.
Then Seth used the paddle on Jason's ass, and he did the same thing,
pushing his dick up against me.

"You see what happens.  So here's the deal.  I'm going to keep using this
baby on your bubble butts until you both cum."

He pushed the button to start the two cameras running, and began to hit us
alternately with the paddle.  It hurt, but not all that bad.  He wasn't
really hitting us as hard as he might have if he wanted primarily to hurt
us.

Since we were on the balls of our feet, our balance wasn't good.  I tried
standing erect and not thrusting my hips forward, but, suspended as I was,
the blow of the paddle pushed me forward, causing my now fully-erect cock
to slide up against Jason's smooth abdomen.

The stinging of the paddle made my ass cheeks burn, and soon I was
surprised at what a turn-on that was.  I would never have guessed being
paddled could be sexually stimulating, but it was.  And, of course, having
Jason's dick rubbing up against me didn't make things any easier.

Watching Jason's face was fascinating.  At first he was obviously
concentrating on being as stoic as he could, not giving Seth the
satisfaction of seeing him hurting from the paddle or feeling anything
sexual in what was happening.  I looked at him and winked.  He winked back.
I don't think Seth caught that because he didn't say anything.  Come to
think of it, he probably wouldn't say anything because he wouldn't want his
voice to be recognized on the tape.

As the heat built up in my buttocks, heat was building inside me, too.  I
realized that both Jason and I were moaning alternately as Seth swatted our
butts.  Eventually, after fifty strokes or so, my butt was really getting
sore, and I wished Seth would stop.  But he kept flailing away.

I looked at Jason.  He'd retreated somewhere inside himself.  His eyes were
open, but he wasn't seeing me or anything else apparently.  He just gave
out this "ungh," sound every time he was struck.

By about 75 strokes, I was in serious pain.  I knew Seth had said not to
talk, but I desperately wanted him to stop.  "Please, Seth," I whispered,
so it wouldn't be heard on the video.

He glared at me and looked down at my cock.  I remembered what he had told
us.  No end to the paddling until we came.  And I got an idea.  If Seth
didn't like it, he could tell me so, but I didn't think he'd do that on
camera.

First, I blew my breath directly onto Jason's nose to get his attention.
When he felt that, he came back from wherever he was and looked into my
eyes.  I leaned forward and kissed him.  With the next blow to my butt, I
really pushed my hips forward.  I was deliberately humping his belly.  No
flies on that guy.  He got the idea right away.

So, there we were, trying to get off by really rubbing our dicks on each
other.  And it worked.  Despite or maybe aided by that pain in my butt
cheeks, I felt myself getting more and more aroused.  It wasn't just that
my cock was hard.  I was really aroused.  And I slammed my hips forward as
much as I could.  Jason did the same.

Soon we were thrusting and moaning and really getting steamed up.  After a
few minutes of that, I became aware that Seth had quit paddling us.  He had
dropped the paddle and was standing there with his hands on his hips
watching us.  I think he was grinning, though with the mask it was hard to
tell.  I didn't care.  I just wanted to cum.

Jase and I maintained our own rhythm now.  Instead of thrusting
alternately, we were thrusting together, which made feelings even better.
We'd both leaked a lot of precum, so our bellies were slick.  I'd never
felt anything like that.  At that moment I didn't care that we were being
caught on video.  I was in the throes of something like I'd never felt
before.

"Oh, God, Mike, I'm, uh, I'm cumminnngg!" Jason yelled, as he erupted all
over me.  I could feel his hot jizz on my chest and abs.  That triggered
me, and I came all over him.  He even had some cum on his chin.

We stood there, catching our breath.  I licked my cum off Jason's chin.
Seth stopped the cameras, pulled off his hood, and began to applaud.  He
was standing there grinning at us.

"You guys, that was a great show.  You went above and beyond.  You gave me
even more than I'd hoped for."

He took off our ropes.  Then he threw us a towel.

"Here, wipe the cum off on this, and then you can jump in the pool for a
few minutes.  I'll go get us some lunch."


Jase and I soaked in the pool.  The cool water felt good on our burning
asses.  As we just sort of floated, I wondered about Seth.  He could be
such a cruel bastard, but at times he was nice.  After Jason and I fired
our loads all over each other, he acted like we were all buddies.  And he
was fixing us lunch?  Go figure.  I never knew what kind of mood he was
going to be in, but I supposed he was doing that to keep us off balance.

As I lolled there, Jason came up behind me and put his arms around me.  We
were in water up to my neck, so I just stood on the bottom.  Jase was
keeping his head out of water by holding on to me.  He began to kiss my
neck, and damn if he didn't begin to hump my ass crack.  He had a boner
again!

Even as I was enjoying what Jason was doing, I worried about Seth's plans
for the vids he had taken.  Jase and I would be fucked for sure if anybody
saw those.  But then, I realized with a sick feeling in my stomach, we were
fucked anyway.

[To be continued.]