Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2007 13:37:23 -0400 From: Scott Westwood Subject: Butchs-story-10 (Road-less-traveled) WARNING: This story contains sexual acts between boys. If this is not to your tastes, and/or is illegal in your area please do not read any further. The story is copyrighted. Please do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or web-sites without permission from the author. You may, however, send it to your friends in any form you wish, as long as no changes are made to this file. This series of stories is true to the best of my recollection. The events actually happened but some of the names and other identifying information have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved. Butch's Story- Chapter 10 (True, BB, b/B, bb, discipline, spanking, oral, anal, cbt, bd, sm) Copyright (c) 2004 - 2007 by Scotty Westwood ********************************************* STORY NOTES: In the interest of keeping the story moving along in a timely fashion, I have decided to include a little "Interlude" before getting into the next "big" event. The "Interlude" is a description of the events that took place during the week that followed what happened in the fort on Saturday. This is also because there were a couple of things that happened that marked yet another turning point in our activities. And two of them were actually pretty big. As I mentioned previously, we had begun to "dig" ourselves into a hole with all the stuff we kept coming up with. And it happened so quickly and easily, especially when we were all "horned" up. A couple of times, I tried to sort it out with some index cards (This was long before the advent of computer databases.) So, anyway, at this point in time "we" had these things to take care of and/or otherwise schedule: - Butch's Football Punishments, as needed (between me and Butch) - Sean's remaining Initiation - The Twins' remaining Initiation - Butch's Day of "total slavery" to Mikey - Butch's Sleepover slavery on David's Birthday - Ricky's Advancement - Butch's Advancement - Butch's 9 remaining "Dares" to the twins - Sean's Week of being Ricky's slave - Butch's Week of sucking, and licking everyone in the club - Ricky's "day of slavery" as a Birthday Gift to one of Butch's friends - And so on. I realized, at some point we would have to stop any more "I'll Do Whatever You Want" offers, since we had so much going on already. And, there was no way we could even think about initiating anyone else! When we left the fort that Saturday afternoon, we were looking forward to the week ahead with a great deal of anticipation. Well, most of us were. Oh, and needless to say, things did not work out exactly as we planned. Since those plans were unrealistic to start with. Another important note which falls under the "boys will be boys" category- Back in those days, there was NO "GAY MOVEMENT"... no outward talk about sexual preferences.... or sexual identity... and so on. There was, however, the dreaded "Q" word. No one wanted to be branded as being a "Q"ueer by doing "queer" things! And yet we certainly did a lot! The crazy thing was the simple fact that SO MANY GUYS our age did it! At least for awhile. And although there were some in our group who eventually "moved on" into the world of "total" heterosexuality... a lot of us continued to "dabble"! Oh, and I would be remiss if I did not mention the fact that two of our key players, Sean and Butch, were now in "prime girl dating age"... and date they did... and yet... they still kept coming back! As much as I would enjoy people thinking that I was some sort of "Immaculate Dom Conception", I certainly wasn't perfect. I had some "twisted gifts", for sure, when it came to controlling other guys, which I loved doing, but I was entering puberty, and that generated some confusion at times! As a final reminder before the "Interlude" begins, these are the things that were supposed to happen during the week ahead: - Sean was to be Ricky's "total slave" for a week - Butch was supposed to suck everyone's cock and lick their balls and hole's everyday for a week. And, with that, let the "Interlude" begin. **************************************** Chapter 10 - For Whom the Bell Tolls - The "Interlude" Week So anyway, there I was. We had just finished Butch's whipping and I watched the twins lead Sean out of the fort. He was totally naked now. Man it was actually pretty exciting just thinking about what they would do to Sean, and as much as I wanted to follow and watch, we still had Butch! And I really wanted to make him shoot! But I was thinking that was not gonna happen. It took a little while for Butch to recover from Skippy's 11 whips to his balls. We had untied him and let him lay down on the blanket as we gathered up all our stuff. For a long time he just laid there, curled up on the blanket, moaning. I started to worry that we had gone too far, as I looked at him. Hell, he had red welts all over his body, his face was covered with tears and anytime anyone tried to console him, he lashed out with a "Screw YOU!" comment. Skippy was terrified! He pulled me aside and told me he was sure that Butch would beat the crap out of him as soon as he could. I was thinking the very same thing as I looked at Butch. And, strange as it may sound, Ricky was also looking a little worried. We nodded to each other and headed out of the fort. As soon as we were sure we were far enough away that Butch couldn't hear, we started talking about what to do. DAMN! and that whole conversation seems so funny now, in light of what ended up happening! As best I can remember it went something like this: SKIPPY- "OH SHIT, OH GOD! He is gonna kill me. He is gonna beat the shit out of me and then KILL me!" MIKEY- "Calm down Skippy! Don't be such a cry baby! If he does kill you, we'll say nice things about you at the funeral! And I'll like having a room all to myself!" SKIPPY- "SCREW YOU! Mikey! GOD, he is gonna be really pissed!" MIKEY- "Hell I would be if you wacked my balls like that! Face it little brother, he is gonna kill you!" SKIPPY- "Oh GOD!" SCOTTY- "Damn, Mikey, do you think he really is hurt bad? I mean with the balls and stuff? MIKEY- "Don't know! Not sure exactly how hard the little asshole here hit him." SKIPPY- "OH SHIT, damn.... I didn't mean to hurt him that bad." MIKEY- "Don't know, he may need to go to the hospital... who knows." SKIPPY- "Oh SHIT!" RICKY- "Hey, maybe it isn't that bad. I mean I've been hit in the balls plenty of times.... it hurts like hell, but I never went to a hospital... well the doctor once... but no hospital." SKIPPY- "OH SHIT! This is gonna be bad!" And so it went. I admit, I was getting scared myself. I mean hell, there was the fact that Butch's body was covered with red welts... and we knew that doctors always seemed to want you to take off your clothes... and of course the "balls" thing which we were sure had been "ruptured"... or whatever you call it! We really were a bunch of scared boys. And as scared as we were, we quickly came up with a "story." GOD, and how funny it was! It went something like this... "We had gone skinny dipping... (*Yea, we knew enough to admit to doing something naughty)... Butch had climbed up into this tree above the swimming hole... he jumped... on the way down... all these branches hit him and then he hit his balls on a BIG branch, just before he hit the water!" We argued about it for a bit but finally all agreed. Of course, I was the one that was supposed to go back into the fort and explain it all to poor Butch. And so, I reentered the fort, thinking about all the details of our scheme.... get Butch dressed... get him home... try to explain to the parents what happened while Butch moans... etc. I figured I would go to Butch, curled up on the blanket, and explain it all to him... about how we would get us all out of this... BUT! He was Butch after all! Hell, when I reentered the fort he was NOT curled up on the blanket! He was sitting on it! The tears were all gone and he smiled at me as I approached. "Hey, what the hell have you guys been doing out there?" he snickered. My mouth dropped open, "You're not hurt? Not ruptured or something?" Butch laughed, "Hell, no, I'm a little sore and my balls hurt, but otherwise I'm okay!" I didn't know what to say. Butch seemed to enjoy my confusion for a moment then chuckled, "So are you and the rest of the guys ready for me to "pay up" the other part of my offer. The others entered just in time to hear Butch's last comment. They were as confused as I was. Expecting to find Butch still curled up in pain and all, and yet here he was sitting there smiling at us. Butch let it sink in for a moment, then turned to Ricky. "So, Ricky, do you want me to start paying up on the other part of my offer, or what? Might as well start today, since most of you are here." Now it was Ricky's turn, to stammer, "Uh, yea... uh sure." He was trying to sort things out in his mind just like I was. Hell moments ago, we were convinced we had gone too far and were formulating plans about how to explain things to our parents. Skippy was ready to write his last will and testament, and I was thinking the club was about to become history. And yet here we were. Butch really seemed to be enjoying our confusion. He laughed as he rose to his knees and motioned to us, "Come on, a deal is a deal! So why don't you guys line up!" And so it began! I was closest to Butch, so I went first. I stepped up to him. He quickly pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles, turned me around, spread my ass cheeks and started licking my little hole. WOW! I tingled all over. It felt really good. And then it got even better as he stuck the tip of his tongue into my hole. Man, it felt soooooo good! And, was really exciting just thinking about the fact it was Butch who was doing it. My boner came back in an instant! Butch turned me around and smiled up at me after he saw my boner, "Looks like you really liked that Scotty. Wait until you feel this." I started to shake as I felt his tongue touch my balls. He licked both of them all over and then proceeded to do the same to my hard cock. The next thing I knew, my cock was inside his mouth and he was sucking hard. My head started to spin as I felt that incredible warm feeling deep in my guts and I knew I would feel the best one at any moment. Butch seemed to sense that, and pulled back. Looked up at me, gave my bare ass a playful, slap, and said teasingly, "Sorry Scottser, have to move on. Maybe tomorrow, I'll take you further." I didn't know quite what to say as I pulled my pants back up and stepped away. My cock was throbbing and I was already thinking about tomorrow, and the day after that, and the next day, and so on. Butch motioned to Skippy, "Come on little brother, you're next. Get over here, turn around and drop your pants." Skippy rushed to do what Butch said and was soon standing with his bare butt in Butch's face. Butch gave Skippy's butt a nice slap, and then proceeded to lick his hole, just like he did me. Skippy looked like he would faint, and I thought he would when Butch turned him around and started on his little brother's balls. All of a sudden, Skippy let out a high pitched squeek, "AAA...eeeeeek!" I looked down and saw Butch's mouth had completely covered Skippy's balls. Skippy was squirming around like crazy, and started to yell, "OH GOD, he's crushing my balls with his teeth! Agggggggh!" Butch let Skippy's balls go, gave his hard little cock a quick suck and then chuckled, "That's for those nasty ball lashes little brother. Don't worry, your next time will be all fun." Skippy pulled his pants back up and bounded away. Of course, the rest of us were all laughing our asses off. Butch told Ricky he was next. And amazingly, Ricky responded without comment. Butch winked at me as we watched Ricky strip completely. Yea that was typical Ricky, he didn't just drop his pants, he took everything off. Now I don't know if he got extra for doing that, but Butch definitely did give him a lot more attention. He spent a lot of time working Ricky's nice little hole with his tongue. And then when he turned him around, he licked his balls for a long time before starting to suck his cock. And that's when it got really fun to watch. Butch alternated between sucking Ricky's cock and licking his balls. It didn't take long before Ricky started to shake all over. It seemed every muscle in his body was tensed. All of a sudden, he grabbed Butch's shoulders to steady himself and let out a loud moan as he gasped for air. Butch pulled his mouth off of Ricky's cock, and helped steady him, as he gasped for air. Now, I knew that Ricky was not "shooting" yet, or even "oozing" like I had recently started to do... and had someone explained what a "dry orgasm" was, there would have been no doubt I had just witnessed one. Then it was Mikey's turn. He chuckled as he took off al his clothes as well, "Hmmmm, I want to make sure I get the full treatment too! So I am getting totally naked for this." And, Butch did not disappoint him. He gave Mikey's hole the same extended treatment that Ricky had received, maybe even a little more. Once he started working Mikey's cock and balls over with his tongue, Mikey started going crazy. He started breathing harder and faster and began to moan loudly. Butch increased the pace of his sucking, reached around and pressed the tip of his index finger against Mikey's hole. Mikey let out a high pitched scream and started pumping his groin violently back and forth. Butch pulled off at just the right moment, and we watched in awe as a nice shot of cum squirted out of his cock head and splattered on Butch's chest. That was one of the fun things about watching Mikey and Ricky "cum", they were probably the most animated of the bunch. A few minutes passed while Mikey, Ricky and Butch caught their breaths. Mikey and Ricky got dressed and walked over to me. "So what do we do now?" Mikey asked. I looked at Butch, who was calmly sitting on the blanket, naked, and with a huge hard-on. He had this strange smile on his face. It occurred to me, that the "worm had turned" a little. Though he was currently in "slave" status, and should have been feeling a lot of humiliation doing what he had just done, especially to his own brothers, he didn't seem at all upset. In fact he seemed amused. He looked at us and said, "So did you nasty boys like that?" And then the next thought hit me. GOD! I already knew that Butch was excited by being forced to do painful and humiliating things. That was now a given. But, I think what had just amused him, was the speed at which, "we" the guys who moments before had been the "supreme masters", lined up like little puppy dogs to receive our sucking and licking. It was probably even more amusing to him, because we seemed so disoriented, by the whole process. I think if Butch had wanted to, he could have given us all orders, to be lined up outside his room at 6:00 am with our pants down, and we would have done it. Everyone looked at me. I looked at Butch sitting there with that huge boner, and knew that I had to see him shoot! I stammered, "Ah, well, Ricky is still in charge, but uh, Ricky, I think I would like to make Butch shoot while we all watch... uh if that's okay?" And that did it! The spell was broken! The devilish smile returned to Ricky's face as he patted me on the shoulder, and laughed, "Sure Scotty, do whatever you want to the slave boy here. Just make it good. It might be fun, to see how many more times we could make him shoot before we have to leave!" Butch stopped smiling as I stepped closer. We had regained control. "Okay Butch, get on your knees and put your hands behind your back!" I snapped. He quickly did as I ordered. Then I turned to the others and instructed them to tie Butch's hands tightly behind his back and lay him down on the blanket on his back. They all rushed to comply. When they were done, I grabbed a piece of rope and tied his ankles together. "Ricky, get something to gag him with!" I snapped again. I knew I could count on Ricky. He wasted no time, retrieving a dirty jock strap from the rucksack, balling it up and forcing it into Butch's mouth. When we were done, I looked down at Butch! What a sight it was too! His body was once again glistening with sweat, he was breathing faster and his hard cock was twitching. I knelt beside him, grabbed his cock and chuckled, "I think Ricky is right, it might be fun to see how many times we could make you shoot before we have to leave, and I think we have at least two hours! Maybe we all should take a turn making you do it!" Butch's eyes grew wide and he moaned. I started stroking him slowly. DAMN! I wanted to see him shoot in the worst sort of way. Butch looked around at the other guys watching and smiling as I stroked him. He closed his eyes and moaned louder. I don't know why I did it, maybe it was just that great instinct, whatever it was, I sensed I was on to something important. I told the guys to move in closer, so they wouldn't miss anything. Then I pinched one of Butch's nipples and snarled, "Open your eyes, Butchy-boy, and look at your friends and brothers!" His eyes flew open. He looked up at Mikey, Skippy, and Ricky, who were now kneeling all around him. He half screamed into the gag and started shaking his head violently. Yep, there was something there for sure! But what? I stopped stroking him and let him catch his breath. Once again, he closed his eyes. And idea popped into my head and I acted on it. I slapped Butch's stomach and whispered, "Open your eyes and look at us Butch!" His eyes popped open and he looked around at the guys staring down at him. I ran my fingers through his pubes, patted his cock and chuckled, "Might as well get used to this Butchy, cause a lot of people are going to get to see you jacking-off, or being jacked off, whenever I say!" I WAS RIGHT! Butch's cheeks turned red, he whimpered into his gag, closed his eyes and started thrashing. Every muscle in his body tensed as he struggled against his bonds. SHIT! My instincts took over! I leaned in closer, grabbed Butch's balls and shouted, "OPEN your eyes and look at me!" His eyes popped open. I glared at him, gave his balls a gentle squeeze and repeated, "... a lot of people are going to get to see you jacking-off, or being jacked off, whenever I say! In fact, as part of your advancement, you are not allowed to jack-off in private. You can only do it if someone else is watching you!" AND THAT CONFIRMED IT! Butch went nuts! He screamed into his gag. "AGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....MMMMPHHHHH! And then he started shooting! I mean REALLY shooting. Cum flew everywhere. I watched, totally mesmerized as he slowly calmed down. Man, there were tears in his eyes. Yea, in spite of everything Butch had already been made to do, it was pretty clear that jacking off in front of others, or being jacked off in front of others was the ultimate humiliation for him. I probably should have noticed it before this, but what the heck, there was a lot of other stuff going on. And, of course, in the years ahead, I would encounter other guys who had similar feelings. While a lot of guys had no problems doing it, there were some that were terrified of being made to perform such an intense personal act of self-pleasure in front of others. Well, anyway, though we had teased Butch, about seeing how many more times we could make him shoot, that day, we didn't. We let him get dressed, and then we went home. Meanwhile, the twins had Sean at their mercy. We had considered trying to find where they were, but we decided to leave them alone. It took a couple days to find out what they did to him, and it was both funny and exciting. Sean told Butch about it at school, and then Butch told me. This is what I actually heard about later. After, leaving the fort, they lead Sean back across the cornfield to the place where they had been building a dam. They seemed to really enjoy having the "soon to be 16 year old" Sean at their mercy. What follows is a list of the things they did. - They started off by having Sean do a bunch of exercises... jumping jacks, situps, pushups, squat thrusts, leg lifts and so on. And anytime his cock got softer, he had to stop, and stroke it until it was totally hard again. They really liked watching him exercise, in the nude, with a total boner. - They made him play a "Simon Says" game. The one where they would say, Simon says do this... Simon says do that... etc. And then every now and then they would say "DO THIS" without saying Simon says, and if he started doing it, he earned a punishment. In this case, each infraction earned him a slap on his ass. The first infraction meant one slap... the second, two... the third, four... and it kept doubling. Apparently Sean's ass was really red by the time it was over. - They made him kiss their cocks, balls, and asses... and then lick them. - They jacked him off and made him eat his own cum. - And some other stuff, I know I forgot. When it was time for them to go home, they simply told Sean to go back to the fort and get his clothes. Then they left. Now, unfortunately, for Sean, that was not the end of the day's challenges. As soon as the twins were gone he ran back across the corn field to the fort. When he got there, he discovered that his clothes were gone! The only thing there were his socks and sneakers. He searched frantically, but that was it. He put his socks and sneakers on and considered the situation. He was naked, and about three miles away from home. What was worse was the fact that there were still several hours of daylight left. Although there were a lot of fields and wooded areas between the fort and home, there were also a lot of areas with houses. He told Butch, that he first thought about going to Butch's house, to get some clothes, but finally decided to just try to get home. And so, he spent the next two hours running across fields and through woods, and creeping through suburban neighborhoods. The neighborhoods were the tricky part! He ran between hedges, and bushes... hid behind garages... had numerous close calls. When he finally reached his house, he was able to sneak into the garage through a side door, grab a dirty sweat shirt and pants from a laundry hamper, and then walk into the house looking like he had just returned from a jog. I remember laughing as Butch told me about it. God, just thinking about the naked Sean creeping through the neighborhoods in broad daylight got me really hard. Oh, and unfortunately for Sean, he admitted to Butch, that by the time he reached home, he had a raging hard-on! I would use that! All right, now back to the main story line. -SUNDAY MORNING- (The Next Day) I rolled over and looked at my alarm clock. It was just a little after 7 am which meant I would have to be up in about 30 minutes. "SHIT," I thought, "Why did I say I'd do this?" I was a Boy Scout, and had decided to try and earn this cool award. It was called "God and Country", or something like that. What was cool about it was that when you got it, you would be able to wear this neat medal on your uniform. Don't get me wrong, I really wasn't all that religious, but the medal looked really cool. And so here I was. Now, "back in the day", most of the people in our neighborhood attended the same church. On Sunday mornings there were two services... the early one at 8:00 AM and the late one at 10:30 AM. The church had this really neat steeple with a bell on top of it. And 15 minutes before a church service started, the bell would ring for 5 minutes. And just before the service started, it would ring for one minute. SO, what does that have to do with me? Well, in order to earn that nice medal, I had to perform some services. And that meant that I had to be the bell ringer for a month!!! YEA, every Sunday morning for a month, I had to ring the bell. They gave me a key to the steeple room. It was actually a utility room that could be accessed from outside the church. I mention that simply for clarification. You could get to the bottom of the steeple without entering the church proper. That meant, you did not have to be dressed up to ring the bell! And most of the guys from the Scout Troop took advantage of that when it was their turn. For the early service, they usually ran to the church in sweats, went into the steeple room, rang the bell... and then ran back home. Sadly, I was not that lucky! My mom made me put on "church clothes" whenever I had bell duty! Anyway, I rolled over and tried to catch a few more minutes of sleep. Then I heard "the whistling"! I almost always slept with my window open. The whistle came from next door. It was Mikey of course! I never did learn how to do that whistle with your fingers in your mouth. I ran over to the window and looked out. Our houses were close to each other and I could look into Mikey and Skippy's room real easily. Skippy was in his bedroom window. As soon as he saw me looking, he waved, and held up a finger (NO not that one!) He was signaling me to hold on for a minute. I waited, and then saw Skippy stand on a chair. He was totally naked. The next thing I knew, Butch was there. He started licking Skippy's hole. DANG! This was exciting. Really exciting! And I think it was also because of the danger involved. Though my parents did not have a direct view from their bedroom window, if the happened to look, they would probably see what was happening. I watched in awe as Butch "did" Skippy and Mikey in turn. Of course I grew hard, and started stroking myself. And then I heard it! "Scott, you better get dressed and moving!" my mother hollered up the stairs. I pulled myself away from the window and managed to pull on my "church" clothes. Well almost all of my "church" clothes! I put on my nice white shirt, my blue tie, pressed pants, black socks and shoes! BUT, I tossed my undies back in the drawer! YEP! I was going to ring that bell without my undies on! THAT was my rebellion! By 7:30 I was out the door and on my way to the church. It was just a few blocks away. But for me they seemed to be the "blocks from hell!" Especially today. Why do so many little old ladies find it necessary to water their flowers at 7:30 in the morning? I was convinced they could see the way my dress pants were tented out. "Oh isn't he cute?" ... "He is so cute!" I heard that over and over. Okay, I was pretty damn cute, I admit. But at the moment, all that I was aware of was the fact that I was not wearing undies and that my boner just kept getting harder! I was about a block away from the church when I heard footsteps behind me. I stopped, looked back and watched as Butch ran up to me. He was wearing sweats and had apparently just finished a hard run. "Hey Scotty!" he panted. "Hey Butch," I giggled. He took a moment to regain his breath, then smiled at me and asked, "Uh, so were you serious about what you said yesterday?" He followed as I continued to walk towards the church. "What do you mean Butch? Serious about what?" I asked teasingly. Butch blushed, "Oh come on Scotty, you know... about the uh... er 'thing'" MAN, I was enjoying this. Butch, the big jock, was having problems even saying it. "Come on Butch, I need to get ready to ring the bell, so come with me!" And I took off running towards the church. Butch tagged along. In fact, he ran circles around me. So, we got into the utility room, with plenty of time to catch our breaths. Even though Butch was not a member of our church, he had been here before. He watched as I opened the door to the steeple. I looked at that clock... still a few minutes before I had to start pulling on the bell rope. I laughed, "So what were you talking about Butch?" WOW! He sorta scared me! "COME ON Scotty, YOU KNOW DAMN WELL what I am talking about!!!!!" he snapped. I thought for a moment and then said teasingly, "Oh you mean the 'jack-off' thing? ... By the way, just remember I have those pictures!" It seemed appropriate to throw that in. Unfair as it may have been, but he was pissing me off a little. He settled down, sucked in some air, blushed like crazy and then muttered, "Yea... the jack-off thing." Hell!, Things were getting really weird now! It was Sunday morning... I was wearing my Sunday clothes... I was getting ready to ring the bell to call everyone to the early service... Butch was here too... in this small room... and I could smell his sweat... and that other smell... the musk one. Somehow I managed to get hold of myself with a minute to go before I had to start ringing the bell. "Well, Butch, a deal is a deal... a promise is a promise... and an order is an order... for now, live with it! You can only jack off when someone is watching you! And you have to complete everything else you promised!" He moaned as I turned around, reached up and pulled on the lever that unlocked the bell. I glanced at the clock, and gave the bell rope a yank. About the time I heard the first bell ring, I felt my pants being pulled down. By the second ring, I felt Butch's tongue licking my hole. In between each ring, he slapped my ass. Then he turned me around and started working on my cock and balls. I kept ringing that bell as he licked and then sucked me. Hell, it must have sounded like a fire or something by the time the end of the five minutes approached. He was sucking me really fast and I was keeping pace with the bell. I shot into his mouth moments before it was time to stop ringing and it was a miracle I didn't pass out. I realized I had been ringing the bell WAY TOO fast and was certain one of the ministers would rush in at any moment. So I pulled up my pants fast. Butch laughed, "Okay Scotty, you got THAT part of my promise!" "Yea, I guess so," I stammered as I buckled my belt. He brushed past me and squeezed into the back corner of the steeple tower, "So let's see, you got about ten minutes before you ring the bell again, right?" he chuckled. I straightened out my church clothes as I muttered, "Yea." "Crap," I thought, "if God saw what had just happened, I was totally screwed! I mean think about it! Butch sucked me off while I was ringing the damn church bell!" And yet... it was kind of exciting! SO there I was, with Butch in that tiny area at the bottom of the steeple. The "smell" was strong, and getting stronger. Butch grabbed my chin, looked me in the eye and asked, "So were you really serious?... I can't jack off unless someone is watching me?' "Yea, I meant it!" I said as sternly as I could. "And you better not cheat Butch." Butch blushed and muttered, "Wow, you were serious, damn, this is gonna be tough, and embarrassing. Especially if I don't cheat, which I promise I won't, by the way." I smiled at Butch, "Yea, I was pretty sure you wouldn't cheat. So how tough is it gonna be Butch? I mean really you can jack-off in front one of the club members, or Mikey every now and then." Butch laughed, "Every now and then is not going to be enough." Then he blushed a lot more. I looked at Butch and asked, "Uh, what do you mean, not enough, like umm how often do you... you know do it?" He lowered his eyes and whispered, "Uh, well, like, um maybe two times a day, sometimes more." "HOLY SHIT!" I half shouted, just as I heard the outer door to the steeple room opening. "Scott, is that you in there?" the voice called from the doorway. I peeked around the corner and saw, Pastor Michaels standing in the door way across the room. Butch pressed himself further into the corner, out of sight. "Uh, yes, sir, it's me," I managed. He smiled at me and said, "You have a few minutes left before the start of services bell, please try to slow down a little this time. You were ringing it pretty fast near the end there." "Sorry, sir, I guess I was just getting a little too excited near the end there," I offered. Butch giggled just loud enough for me too hear as he patted my ass, "Oh you were excited all right... hehehe!" Pastor Michaels smiled, and said, "That's okay, that's normal for boys your age, just try not to get so excited the next time." He turned and left, closely the door behind him. As soon as the door clanged shut, Butch fell down on the floor and started laughing his ass off, "OH MY GOD... 'that's normal for boys your age'... hahahaha... 'try not to get so excited the next time' .... hahahahaha!" I thought Butch was about to have a heart attack, he was laughing so hard. Then I started laughing too! Man it was pretty funny. I glanced at the clock, two minutes to go. "Okay, Butch, two minutes left, and then I ring the bell for one minute. And keep your hands off my pants this time," I chuckled. Butch jumped to his feet, gave me this dirty smile and said, "Oh don't worry about YOUR pants Scott-ster, I won't touch them. Wouldn't want you to get too excited again... considering your age and all." There was something weird about the way he said "your" pants. I looked over at the clock, thirty seconds to go. I heard a rustling sound behind me and looked around. Butch had taken off his sweat shirt, and was in the process of pulling his sweat pants down and off. "What the hell are you doing Butch?" I stammered. "Like I said, 'don't worry about your pants'," he chuckled as he pointed to the clock and announced, "15 seconds." I looked at the clock and then back at him. Somehow he had managed to get his jock strap off in those few seconds and was totally nude, except for his socks and sneakers. "Five seconds!" he announced as he started to stroke his hard cock. "Oh and Scott, try not to get so excited this time!" he mimicked. The clock clicked over and I started pulling on the bell rope. It was a major miracle that I was able to maintain a steady rhythm this time. I stared at Butch, standing next to me, jacking himself off. It was such a confined space, and it was very quickly filled with that musk smell! Those crazy feelings returned, and so was my boner! I kept ringing the bell and wondered what the hell was wrong with my cock! It was hard again. Little did I know, over the next few years it would only get worse! By the time I reached the end of the one minute bell, my boner was actually hurting again. It was that hard. I quickly secured the bell, and stepped back so I could get a full view of Butch's "jack-off" show. He was really going at it... breathing hard... moaning... and pumping his groin like mad... and that damn MUSK SMELL was everywhere!!!! After awhile I couldn't take it anymore. I reached over, pushed Butch's hand aside, and started stroking his cock. I must admit, I really liked the feel of it, especially when it was this hard. Butch moaned as I slowly picked up the pace. Damn it was so exciting doing this to him. I looked down at his cock. The head was glistening and throbbing slightly. Then it hit me, I got a big whiff of that musk smell. It made me go a little crazy. The next thing you know I was on my knees in front of Butch, sniffing his cock and pubes. God they smelled so great, so much like Butch... that musk smell, mixed with his sweat. I blew some air across the top of his cock head. He moaned even louder, "Ahh... oh my God Scotty!" I sniffed his cock! It had a slightly different smell. And then the inevitable happened. I stuck out my tongue and started licking the underside of Butch's beautiful boner! It tasted better than I expected. Another big whiff from his pubic bush, was all it took, and I was soon sucking him like crazy! Butch started pumping his groin back and forth as I sucked harder and harder. It didn't take long before the telltale signs appeared. He started breathing really fast... his muscles tensed... and he started to pant... "Ahh... AHHH... AHHHH... GGGHHHHH... AH... AH..." I pulled my mouth off, just as I felt the rush coming, and stroked him firmly. I should say, I milked him, cause that what it seemed like as shot after shot flew out of him into my other hand, which was now cupped over his cock head. I squeezed every drop I could get out of him into my hand. When it was obvious that he was done, I stood up and started rubbing the cum, all over him. There was plenty to go around. I smeared some around his face... under his nose... on his lips... and then across his chest and stomach. Finally, I held my hand up to his lips and said, "Lick it clean Butch!" He grabbed my hand and licked it clean. I told him to let the cum dry on his face and then to get dressed, which he did quickly and we were soon on our way back home. We walked in silence for about a block. I was lost in thought. "What the hell was that all about?" I pondered. "It seemed like one minute I was enjoying Butch's humiliation of having to lick and suck me, and then jack-off in front of me, and then there I was, overcome with a desire to taste and suck HIS cock! Which I did. What's more I really liked it! What was up with that?" Butch gave me a sock on the shoulder and chuckled, "You know, that really was exciting Scott-ster! But I guess that is normal for boys our age!" "SHUT UP, BUTCH!" I snapped. Butch stuck out his lower lip like he was pouting. And we walked on in silence. I could not stop thinking about what had happened towards the end. Every now and then I would glance at Butch's sweat pants... Okay, his crotch in his sweat pants... and I found myself wondering if he had a boner again... which I couldn't tell because he was wearing a jock. And when I glanced at his face, he gave me that same hokey "pouting" look. We were about a block from home when I had the "big flash"! I glanced at Butch's crotch and imagined him... naked... tied up... spread eagled on his back... begging me to lick his cock again... I mean really begging me! He socked me again, and laughed, "Oh, come on Scotty! Snap out of it! We both had fun... right? And if you want, I'll HELP you ring the bells again for the second service!" He gave me this nasty look. It took a moment, and then I started laughing. "You know, that whole thing was really pretty funny!" I chuckled. "I mean, you sucking me off, while I rang the church bell! I still can't believe you did it! You know we are probably gonna both burn in hell for that alone!" I laughed. Butch laughed, "Don't worry about it Scott-ster!" He gave me another sock to the shoulder and took off running as he shouted, "See ya soon!" Hmmm, there was something weird about the way he said that. Mom had breakfast waiting by the time I got home. I ate it quickly and then went to my room to review all that had happened. I had just under two hours to think about it. The Second Service started at 10:30, which meant I would need to be in the steeple room by 10:15 for the first bell ringing. I took a quick nap. Shortly after 10:00, my Mom woke me up and told me to get in the car cause we were running late. We drove to the church, it took about 3 minutes, and there I was shaking hands with all the early church arrivals... getting my cute facial cheeks pinched by little old ladies (I thought they would prefer to pinch my other 'cheeks' but that would send them straight to hell). Thankfully, Pastor Michaels pulled me aside before the latest crowd of old ladies got to me. "Hey Scott, it's just about time to ring the first bell, isn't it?" he inquired. I stammered, "Uh yes sir... I'll get down there now!" I turned to go, but Pastor Michaels stopped me. "Hold on Scott, I just met a friend of yours who is visiting today, and I thought it might my nice for you to explain the bells to him," he offered. I was confused. Confused for a moment that is! And then I saw HIM! Pastor Michaels stepped aside, and there was Butch! Dressed in his 'Sunday Best'... shaking hands with everyone as he approached. Of course, a lot of people recognized him! "The JV quarterback... and the 'heir-apparent' to the varsity quarterback position." "You know Butch, right?" the pastor inquired. I stammered, "Ahh, yea... he's me friend." Pastor Michaels put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Well, that is nice! So make him feel at home here, and feel that he is welcome. Let him help you ring the bells." ARRRGGGHHHH! Somehow we managed to make our way to the steeple room. As soon as we got there, I snapped at Butch. "WHAT the HELL are you doing here?" Butch laughed, "Oh come on Scott-ster, my mom said it was okay for me to attend a Protestant service... I've been here before you know, and you've been to our church too! So let's get to the bell thing. But I'll ring it this time, okay? Like you did this morning!" "Okay," I said, "You know how to do, it so, I'll watch." He started to go through the procedures.... he reached up and pulled the lever that unlocked the bell. "Unlocked," he announced. SHIT! That damn smell was there again! It got worse! Butch, looked over at the clock. It looked like around thirty seconds to go. Butch looked at me funny and then qiggled, "Come on Scotts-ster, just like earlier today, only this time I ring the bell, and you do the other stuff." I looked dumbfounded. I guess I was still in a little shock from earlier. "Pull my pants down dummy!" he commanded. Shit! I obeyed! I pulled his pants down to his ankles and realized... just like me earlier... he was wearing no undies! The SMELL was there! He grabbed the bell rope and started pulling on it. "OKAY, NOW, DO ME just like I did you Scott-ster!" he shouted! AND that is when I really lost it! I mean really lost it! He turned so his muscular butt faced me and waited. I reached up spread his cheeks and gave his hole a couple of licks. God he smelled so good! He had obviously just showered. The smell was a mixture of soap, new sweat and Butch! Butch moaned. I stuck the tip of my tongue into his hole just a little. I still was somewhat grossed out, but it was also kind of exciting. Butch moaned even louder. He turned around and positioned his groin in my face. The musk smell overcame me, as I began licking his balls. And the next thing I knew, I was once again sucking his cock like crazy. It smelled so good and tasted so great. The sucking continued for the remaining 4 minutes. Butch had apparently been watching the clock, cause he stopped ringing right on time. He placed his hands on my head, and moaned louder, "Oh God, Scott-ster... oh God!!!!" I could tell he was getting really close to shooting, the signs were there... the rapid breathing... the muscles tensing... etc. I started to pull my mouth off his cock and reached for it with my hand, to finish him off... and THAT IS WHEN IT HAPPENED! Butch went crazy! He slapped my hand away, grabbed my chin, and forced me to look up at him. Man, there was a look on his face I had never seen before. It scared the shit out of me. He glared at me and snarled, "PUT IT BACK IN YOUR MOUTH NOW!" I stammered, "But Butch, please, no, I don't want to... you know... uhm..." He gave me a really nasty look, and then slapped me hard across the face and shouted, "I DON'T CARE, you LITTLE SHIT! Just DO IT! SUCK MY COCK!" Tears started to fill my eyes, as I opened my mouth. He shoved his cock into my mouth and snapped, "SUCK IT!" I was scared out of my mind and started sucking again. He grabbed the back of my head and started forcing me to suck faster and harder. I started to gag as I felt the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. It didn't take long before I felt the signs again. I gagged for air, and tried desperately to pull off, but he just held me there, while he humped my mouth! Finally, he let out a screech and I felt it... the first shot of his cum hit the back of my throat. "EEEEEEGGGGG...SHITTTT.... AGGGHHHHHHH!!!" he screeched. I was resigned to letting his stuff flow down the back of my throat, but right after the first shot he pulled back just enough for the remaining shots to coat my tongue and fill my mouth. Finally, he pulled his cock out... covered my mouth with his hand and commanded, "Swallow it all now! I was terrified, and did exactly as he said and swallowed hard. I gagged a little, like I would throw up. It's not like the taste was that bad, it was just, well strange. Butch glared into my eyes as he watched me swallow. He was breathing hard, and look to all respects, like a mad man. Like I said I was scared shitless, and started to cry more. And then... IT HAPPENED! Butch started breathing slower. Through watery eyes, I saw the look on his face go from insane to something else entirely. It was like I had just witnessed Mr. Hyde revert to Dr. Jekyll. Butch stammered, "OH My God... Scotty... SHIT... OH GOD... I am so sorry!" He reached for my head, but I pulled back, "What THE HELL IS WRONG with you BUTCH? Why did you do that to me?" I cried. Butch's eyes were filling with tears now too. "OH God Scotty, I am really sorry... really... shit! I guess I got carried away," he mumbled. I tried wiping the tears from my face with my hands. Butch pulled, a handkerchief from his pocket and held it out to me. I took it cautiously and wiped my face. Meanwhile, Butch pulled up his pants and stepped away from me. He let me finish wiping my face and then just waited. I could see that he was just about as upset as I was. I think we both glanced at the clock at about the same time. Butch said, "Uh, thirty seconds before the last bell. Want me to ring it?" I managed a nod. The clock ticked over and Butch started ringing the bell. He did not look at me during the entire minute he rang the last bell, but I looked at him. Boy did I look at him! Every time he reached up to pull the bell chord, I imagined him being naked with his hands tied overhead, and me lashing him. I was really mad at him. Somehow I was able to pull myself together by the time the bells were done. Butch secured the bell, then turned to me and said softly, "Uh, listen Scott-ster, I know you are mad at me, and you have every right to be. I should not have done that... I know we need to get upstairs to church now, but could we just have sort of a truce now or something? Please?" I'm not sure how I was able to do it, but some how I was able to get myself together and head upstairs to the church service. Since the service had already started, we slipped into a pew in the back corner of the sanctuary. My mom and dad were up front in the choir loft and saw us enter. My mom smiled and winked as Butch and I took our seat. So did my dad. Hell, they both liked Butch a lot, and their looks seemed to say, "Oh, that is nice that Scott has such a good, role model friend!" At this point, I was thinking more on the lines, "Oh isn't that nice, that Scott has a friend whose cock he can suck... and cum he can eat!" All right, so the church service was sort of a bummer. I was still fuming over what had happened in the steeple... and every now and then, Butch leaned over and whispered things like, "Scott-ster, I'm sorry... okay." As luck, or not, would have it, my parents had choir practice right after church, so Butch and I walked home. We both had plenty of time to think about things during the church service, so we skipped the small talk and got right to the point. Butch pleaded, "Listen Scott-ster, please... okay? I remained sullen as I snapped, "Why should I?" He thought for a moment, then jumped in front of me, gave me a 'funny face' and chuckled, "Uh well, to start, we are best friends! Right? And best friends stand by each other... no matter what!" I looked at his pleading face and snapped back with the nastiest thing I could come up with, "Oh really? I thought I was now just a 'LITTLE SHIT' who you use to suck your cock? And eat your cum!" He thought for a second, and then looked really sad. I stepped around him and continued walking... and walking... and walking. It took every ounce of strength I had to avoid looking back. I was that mad at him! I was about a block from home and getting worried, when I heard footsteps behind me. It was of course, Butch! He ran around in front of me, stopped, grabbed my shoulders, and looked me straight in the eye, "Okay Scott-ster, I deserved that I know... but I need you to understand... I am REALLY sorry! I mean really sorry! This has happened just once before... but not nearly as intense as this one! When I went into the steeple with you the first time, all I had intended to do was give you the licking and sucking thing for today. But I got so excited I just had to jack-off... and since you said I can only do it with someone watching... I decided to do it in front of you... and uh there was something really exciting about doing it there." He thought for a moment and continued, "And uh, things really got exciting when you sucked my cock... I mean I couldn't believe how good it felt. Hell, I know I've been sucked off before, but it felt really great when you did it to me... I mean really great!" Wow, he was on a roll and just kept blabbering on, "And then when I got home, all's I could think about was you sucking me... and before you know it I was hard all over again and needed to jack-off... that's when I came up with the idea for the second service bell-ringing... and how neat it would be if we could sort of reverse things. And god, it made me harder... just thinkiung about you sucking me off! Well, I'm so sorry it got out of hand, I really didn't mean to hurt you Scott-ster!" I looked at his pleading face... and his tearing eyes. "Come on Scott-ster!" he pleaded. "I will make it up to you ten-fold! I promise! And you can punish me hard... really hard! Hell I deserve it! Just forgive me please!!!" Hell, I guess I was on the cusp of puberty! I mean isn't that when "those" feelings get so confusing? I thought about Butch's offer..."And you can punish me hard... really hard!" And I guess that sort of did it. My cock started rising again as I considered the possibilities... Man I really wanted to hear him scream now. "Okay Butch," I stammered, "We can go on like before... I will punish you really bad for doing that... and you are not gonna do that to me again... okay?" Butch seemed relieved. He started apologizing again. I cut him off. "Hey, Butch... that's okay! Your apology is accepted... got it? And we'll deal with the punishment soon... okay?" I was back in control! Butch said softly, "Yea, okay... sorry I did that Scott-ster." I smiled as I looked at Butch's crotch. He was not wearing underwear and the 'tent' was obvious! "Okay Butch, I'll catch you later... for now remember what we agreed on... you can only jack-off when someone is watching! Remember?" Butch said, "Yea, I remember, and I promise I will do that." I laughed and said, "Okay, I'll talk to you soon." And with that, we were home. I ran inside my house and up to my room with my mind in HIGH GEAR. I changed into a t-shirt and shorts and lay down on my bed to take a nap. Actually to think! I did some of my best thinking in bed (Among other things). And I had a hell of a lot to think about! Needless to say, the first thing I started thinking about was Butch's upcoming punishment, and some really nasty things came to mind almost immediately, and I felt my cock harden. I probably could have drifted off to sleep and had a nice little wet dream, but my mind wouldn't shut down. Then I started thinking about Butch's cock and how great it looked, especially when it was totally hard. I thought about whipping it... dropping hot wax on it... and so on, and listening to him moan and eventually scream. Damn, it was hot in here, I thought. I thought about Butch's hard cock some more... how it looked... how it smelled... and then how it tasted... somehow my hand found it's way to my own cock and I started stroking... I thought I detected a little of that musk smell... And then, I guess, I went sort of crazy... I pulled off my shirt and shorts... rolled off the bed and got on my knees... I stroked my cock harder and faster as I thought about Butch's beautiful hard cock! I slapped my face really hard and shouted... "I DON'T CARE, you LITTLE SHIT! Just DO IT! SUCK MY COCK!" And then I came! It wasn't very much, just a short spurt, but it went on for awhile, to the point it started to really hurt. When it was over, I managed to get myself back into bed for my actual Sunday afternoon nap and I have no recollection of anything else that day! Other than the fact that I was sort of confused. -MONDAY- (The Day After the Bell Rang) Not much happened on the "day after the bell ringing." I of course, awoke with my increasingly familiar morning boner. A quick glance towards the "brother's" window told me there would be no "show" this morning, and I assumed Butch was taking care of business inside, so I contented myself with a nice LONG shower, during which I fantasized about Butch's upcoming punishment! After school, Butch got home from football practice sort of late... however, he was able to "do his thing" to me, Ricky, and the twins in the trailer just before supper. Yea, that's right, he "sucked and licked us" as he promised to do. -TUESDAY- (Sean-day) I guess, I could call this "So What About Sean Day)! Like I said, we had dug ourselves in fairly deep with all the conditions and slave deals. Sean had not been able to do anything with Ricky since Saturday, and he was supposed to be Ricky's slave for a week. I had heard that there would be no football practice for the JV team today, so I hurried home after school. I assumed I would find Butch at home, and was disappointed when I found he wasn't there. And what was worse, was the fact that Skippy and Mikey were also not around! So, I tried to lose myself in some chores as I mumbled to myself... "To hell with them... I'll make them pay".... and so on. I dragged the trash can out to the curb and glanced across the street to Ricky's house... no cars in the driveway, I noted and thought... "It figures, even Ricky is not home! HELL!" I was one sorry little loner! And then I saw it! I can't believe I had missed it earlier! There was a bicycle leaning up against the side of Ricky's house... and it wasn't his! It was that fancy ten-speed bike with the yellow stripes that belonged to Sean! SO much for the trash! I ran across the street and around to the back of Ricky's house. I put my ear to the door of the basement entrance... I heard a lot of "hooting and hollering" and I started banging on the door and shouted, "Hey Ricky... are you in there? Come on it's me Scotty!". Things got quiet fast. And then I heard the door being unlatched. I stepped back as the door swung open. Okay... okay... sorry to disappoint, there were no clouds of steam or flames... what, there was... was a very NAKED Ricky staring at me... "Hey Scotty, it's about time... come on in, the best stuff is about to happen..." Now talk about being disoriented! SHEESH! Nothing, and I repeat Nothing like this EVER happened at Ricky's house until now! As I entered the basement, I became convinced that he had murdered his parents... Then Ricky whispered in my ear... "Mom and Dad went to see a show in Philly! So get naked like the rest of us... or you won't get sucked!" He scampered off. And OH YEA... that DAMN smell was there... so I got naked right there at the bottom of the stairs. The "hooting and hollering" I had heard from outside started up again. I walked towards the noise... turned the corner... and there they ALL were! Butch... Mikey... Skippy... Ricky... the Twins... ALL naked and standing in a circle. And in the center? Well it was a naked Sean! His hands were tied behind his back... and it looked like he had a bunch of rubber bands all over his cock. I watched in fascination as he walked over to Rusty... knelt, and then stammered... "Please sir, may I suck your cock?" I made a mental note to NEVER agree to be Ricky's slave! And so it went! Sean made his way around the circle and sucked all of our cocks. Ricky kept mocking him the entire time... and slapped his ass over and over. And for the finale, Ricky commanded Sean to lay down, on his back, in the center of the circle and have the twins jack him off while we all watched. Sean did as he was told, and it was incredible. We watched as they jacked and jacked him... and cheered as he exploded in a shower of cum. When it was all over, Ricky looked around and said, "Hey, that was just day one of my slave's show... he owes me 6 more! So, if anyone has some suggestions, let me know.... hahahahaha!" GOD! That was so exciting! I started to think about what would happen over the next few days, and got really excited... and THEN, all hell seemed to break loose... Everyone started talking at once about what was owed... by whom... to whom... etc. It was a nightmare! Finally I glanced at Mikey and put two fingers in my mouth...I could not whistle like him... but I thought he would understand. Mikey laughed and did his whistle thing. It was really loud! Everyone shut up! I figured someone had to take charge.... and so I did! I looked around the room and asked, "Okay, raise your hands if you have not been sucked and licked by Butch everyday this week?" Man, it sounds so funny now, but that seemed to be one of the key problems. Ricky and both twins raised their hands... and, OH GOD, Sean, tried to raise his hands, which were still tied behind his back. I laughed at that. "No Problem" I thought. "Okay Butch, go ahead and lick and suck Ricky and the twins now!" I pronounced, "And do it extra long, since you missed a couple days!" Damn! I felt like King Solomon as I watched Butch lick and suck the three of them, in Ricky's basement! I am not sure about the twins, but I was pretty sure Ricky had a "dry orgasm". And then it got really hazy...and weird... the last thing I remember from that night was Sean screaming... "OH GOD" as we jacked him off again and again... -THURSDAY- (Hell Night) Nothing big happened on Wednesday... does it ever? Butch did his "thing' for all of us... including the twins... and we reached Thursday! So, there we were on Thursday evening... Butch and Sean were off at an away JV game, and would not get back until later that night... Butch's mom and dad were there too, with meant we were not supervised! It was me... Ricky... Mikey... and Skippy playing foosball in the basement that night! We played aggressively for sometime... and then got bored! I mean really bored! And with bored comes.... you know... lol! Mikey: "Okay, usual rules... anytime you roll a 7 or an 11, you take something off... doubles means you roll again..." AND SO ON! And speaking of "AND SO ON" According to our rules... the first "loser" had to suck the first winner... it got more complicated... Even if you lost and were naked, you still had to keep playing until there was ONE ultimate winner! If you were naked and lost again, you had to endure a penalty.... which in this case... after much arguing... came down to 30 minutes of torture while in the "Chair of Hell!" I remembered the time we had Butch in the chair. Speaking of the chair, it was an old wooden chair with arms. At one time it had a woven wicker seat and back, but the wicker parts were now gone and the seat and back had these big wide open holes. There were also some "additions" to the chair. The weirdest and most obvious one was on the front of the seat, in the center. Someone had pounded six large nails into the narrow part of the seat, in front of the big hole where the wicker once was. The nails were in a V shape pointing towards the hole and the two nails at the bottom of the V were just a couple inches apart. The nails weren't pounded in all the way and stuck up several inches. The top of the seat had also been covered completely with some very coarse sandpaper. This meant that anyone sitting in the chair would scratch the bottom of his thighs and the sides of his butt if he tried to squirm around. The legs of the chair had these small metal pulley's screwed into them and there were two heavy metal hooks screwed into the back of the chair arms. There were also several metal brackets attached to the underside of the seat. We dragged the chair out from the storage room, along with the box that contained the ropes, leather restraints and other stuff used along with it. It seemed obvious that there were some new additions to the "accessories." And then the game began. Mikey was the first one to get all the way down to just his under shorts. I started to look forward to the possibility of having him in the chair for those 30 minutes. Well, it didn't take long for the rest of us to be in the same situation as Mikey. Finally it happened, Mikey rolled a seven. He pulled off his undershorts and calmly sat back down. This meant that he would be sucking the ultimate winner, and what's more, he was just one roll away from the chair. We went around a couple more times before it happened. I couldn't believe it as I stared at the dice I had just rolled... an eleven! The guys all cheered as I stood up, pulled down my tighty whites, and stepped out of them. Now I was gonna have to suck the second place winner. What was worse, was the fact I was now one bad roll away from the chair myself. Skippy and Ricky smiled at each other as they anticipated getting sucked by me and Mikey. Rickey teased Mikey and me, "So which one of you is gonna get the chair? You are both just one roll away you know." Damn, it finally sunk in. I was so busy thinking about Mikey in the chair, that I had ignored the fact there was a very real possibility I could get the chair. My rank in the club would not save me from it either. We passed the dice around a couple more times. With each roll, our boners seemed to get harder. It got to the point, that I closed my eyes and wished each time I rolled. In fact my eyes were closed, when I heard the others whistling and cheering. I opened them and looked down at the dice... a seven. "SHIT!" I thought. I looked at their anxious faces. Ricky gave me a dirty wink, "Hey Scotty, we're going to have a lot of fun with you in that chair soon!" I shuddered as I considered what lay ahead. And heck, we were still not done. I prayed that Ricky or Skippy would lose soon. Of course, they did not lose soon enough for me or Mikey. Mikey lost during the next go round with the dice, which earned him 30 minutes in the chair, and as dumb luck would have, I lost again, just before Ricky rolled a seven. The results of the game were: - Mikey had to suck Skippy - I had to suck Ricky - Mikey got 30 minutes in the chair - I got an hour in the chair. They decided to go right for the main event! They dragged me to the Chair of Hell, and Mikey helped me get on it. They all laughed as they saw how far my butt checks hung down through the hole in the chair seat. Man they felt very exposed and vulnerable. Mikey and Skippy worked quickly to secure me. Mikey started by forcing my hard cock down between the nails on the front part of the seat. He ran a piece of rawhide lace between the nails. This would keep my cock between the nails. They secured my wrists and elbows to the chair arms. Mikey also ran a couple leather belts up through the chair's seat and wrapped them around my upper thighs. They spread my knees wide and secured them to the front chair legs, then pulled my ankles up on either side of the chair and secured them to the rungs. Finally, they tied a rope around my chest and secured it to the back of the chair. I was totally immobilized and completely vulnerable. They dragged the coffee table over in front of the chair and placed the torture box on it where I could see. My eyes widened as Ricky began pulling some things out of the box. When he was done, I looked at the items that were spread across the table: clothespins, candles, a wooden ruler, a tube of Ben Gay, some prickly pine cones, a birch branch whip and a roll of duct tape. Mikey snickered, "Oh, we forgot to do one thing!" He picked up a long piece of thin rope and formed a loop at one end. He knelt beside the chair, reached under it, tied the loop around my ball sack (which was hanging down though the chair hole) and then ran the other end of the rope down through one of the pulleys. He gave it a sharp pull. "AGGGGHHHHHH.... SHIT!!!!!" I screamed as the pain shot through my balls. Ricky laughed, "This is going to be lots of fun Scotty." Mikey laughed, as he slid the fly swatter through the clips under the seat and into position so that the swatter rested firmly against my butt cheeks. He turned to Ricky and said, go ahead and give it a try Ricky. Ricky pulled the fly swatter down as far as he could and then let it loose. It snapped back up with force and slammed into my butt. "SWAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTT!" "AHHHHHHHHH...... GOD..... SHIT!" I screamed. IT hurt like hell! Skippy looked concerned. He said, "This could get pretty loud, I'll be right back." He ran up the stairs and returned quickly, with two jockstraps. Mikey took them from Skippy and gave them a sniff. "This is mine from yesterday Scotty," he chuckled as he balled it up and forced it into my mouth. He dangled the other one in front of my face and spread the pouch. "And this is Butch's from his early morning run today. It's also the one we made him catch his cum with this morning!" He pulled it over my face, making sure the pouch covered my nose. I took a good whiff. It smelled of Butch all right. The sweat, the heavy musk and the smell of cum were all there. My cock hardened some more and I felt like I was gonna pass out. And then they really got going with the fly swatter thing! "SWAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTT!" "MMMMMMMMMMMPPPGGGHHHHHHHHHH! I screamed into the gag. I tried to move, to somehow pull my exposed butt away, but I couldn't move an inch. Ricky picked up a couple of clothespins and leaned closer. "Okay Scotty, you are not gonna deal your way out of any of this! So take it like a man!" he snarled, as he snapped the clothespins on my little nipples. He gave my trapped cock a tap and whispered, "And don't worry, there is plenty of pain in store for this too!" My eyes widened in horror as I glanced around and realized what was about to happen next. They weren't going to do one thing at a time, but three things at once... Skippy pulled the fly swatter down... Mikey raised the birch branch whip above my chest... and Ricky raised a lit candle above my cock! Ricky said, "On the count of three... ONE... TWO... THREE!" To be continued ************************************************************* westwoodscotty@hotmail.com