Date: Fri, 06 Aug 1999 10:42:54 -0700 From: Cal Speed Subject: Re: A Teen Jock's Humiliation - Chapter 5 A Teen Jock's Humiliation Copyright 1999 Calspeed Chapter 5 I sat on the ground butt naked with my hands tied behind my back. Steve hadn't said a word. He just stood there looking me up and down while twirling my Jockey briefs in his left hand. Finally, he reached down and pulled me up by my shoulders. "I asked those guys to get you out of the car, not throw you out of the car! You okay?" he said. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied. Actually, my ass was a little bruised but I wasn't going to mention that to Steve. I glanced at the car. I could see Ryan, Rick and Scotty inside watching us. "You're not dumping me here?" I asked. Steve looked at me quizzically. "Here? No, I'm not dumping you here." I guess I was relieved but I wasn't sure I liked Steve's emphasis on the word here. "Come along. We have a little ways to go," said Steve. "Oh, wait a sec, I almost forgot." Steve took my cum-stained Jockeys and pulled them over my head as a crude blindfold. He gave me a little push and I started walking. Steve steered me along by my shoulders. I think he kept me from running into anything big and he held me up when I tripped a couple of times. "You know, Ryan is my oldest friend. I know him better than probably anybody in the world," said Steve as we trudged along. "He's quiet but he's a really sweet guy once you know him." I thought back on Ryan sticking his fingers up my defenseless ass in the car and replied, somewhat coldly, "You'll excuse me if I only have tonight to go by." "Arrogant prick," I heard Steve mutter. Steve fell silent for a moment and then tried again. "Did you know Ryan attended all your baseball games?" "No, I didn't," I said. "Is he a baseball fan?" "I didn't think so," replied Steve. "He only started going when you joined the team." This was interesting and I hoped Steve would say more. But he didn't. After that, Steve seemed to be steering me into more small branches. They stung when they slapped against my bare body. I was sure that I was getting covered with small scratches. It was a relief when Steve eventually told me to stop. "Stand still," ordered Steve. I could hear him doing something with the other end of the rope which tied my hands. Then Steve took my briefs off my head and I could look around. Steve had tied me to a large old tree at the edge of a good-sized clearing. In the middle were the remains of an old campfire. Steve looked at me and admired his handiwork. I reminded myself that I had agreed to all of this. "Uh, Steve, could you put my underpants back on," I asked. "You don't mean to tell me you still have any modesty left?" laughed Steve. "Oh, okay." He held out my briefs and I stepped into them. He pulled them up and slapped my butt (it didn't seem that anyone could touch my underwear tonight without swatting my ass). Being covered up again made me feel a little better for some reason. Steve walked over to a nearby tree and turned his back to me. I heard him unzip as he started to take a leak. He called over his shoulder at me, "you know, Cal, I don't remember you taking a whiz since you showed up at the bridge. Don't you need to go?" That did it. With everything else going on, I had been ignoring my full bladder. But with Steve's comment, I now had to piss like a racehorse. "I do, Steve. Could you maybe ." "Forget it, Cal, I'm not holding it for you," said Steve, as he zipped up. "Then could you at least pull down my shorts?" I asked. "You just had me pull them up! You ought to make up your mind before asking people to do things for you. Anyway, I'm out of here. Later!" With that, Steve turned and walked out of the clearing back into the forest. I was suddenly very alone. "Steve, where are you going? Hey, good joke! Come back!" I called after him. But he had disappeared. Was he planning to dump me here in the middle of the woods? Would they find an almost naked skeleton tied to a tree in a few years? I panicked. I couldn't believe Steve would really abandon me where I had no chance of getting free. Ryan would make him come back, wouldn't he? But the minutes passed and he didn't come back. What if he never came back? It was cold standing there in just my Jockeys but it wouldn't get below freezing down here. Someone might eventually find me. But what kind of person wanders the backwoods? And what might that kind of person do to a teenager in his underwear tied to a tree? The forest was silent except for its night sounds. I heard crickets. I heard the hoot of an owl. I was cold. And I still had to pee really bad! Finally, I couldn't take it any more and just let go. The piss streamed into my briefs and then down my legs. Its warmth took a little of the chill out of me for a moment. Just then, Steve, Rick, Ryan and Scotty walked back into the clearing. Steve, Ryan and Scotty were carrying some wood they must have been gathering. Rick had something in his hands that I couldn't see too well. My happiness to see them vied with my embarrassment at the state I was in. The four of them walked up and stood around me in a semicircle. They could hardly miss that I was drenched from my crotch down with piss. "Gee, Cal, you peed in your shorts. I guess you don't have any standards left," said Steve. "That's gross!" said Scotty. I said nothing but turned bright red. Ryan and Scotty went off to build a fire. Steve and Rick looked me up and down with big grins on their faces. I could see that Rick was carrying a camera. I knew Rick was in the Photography Club at school; I guess the camera had been in the car's trunk all evening. "You make a pretty picture, Cal, so we're going to take some," said Steve. "Rick, take a picture from each angle." Rick started taking photos of me tied to the tree wearing only my wet briefs. After he took a series of pictures, he pulled my Jockeys down below my knees and took a second set. I hadn't heard Steve tell him to do that but perhaps he was just being thorough. I hoped that the pictures wouldn't come out but I thought Rick probably knew what he was doing. After all the flashes stopped, I had to blink my eyes a few times. I opened them to see Steve reach down and pick up my sodden underwear. "I think these could stand to dry out by the fire," he said as he pulled them from under my feet. Ryan and Scotty had gotten a pretty good fire going by this time. Steve walked over and dropped my Jockeys right in the middle of the flames. I watched my last remaining article of clothing smolder and start to burn. "Oops!" said Steve. Steve walked back to where I was tied up and said, "I guess I could untie you now. You're not planning to go anywhere, are you?" "No, Steve," I said. There were four of them; I could hardly get away. Also, I didn't know the way back. Steve untied me. I swung my arms around to get the circulation going. I started to walk toward the fire to get warm. "Crawl, Cal," instructed Steve. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled over to the fire. As I warmed myself, Steve walked over and looked down at me. "What should I do with you, Cal?" Steve asked. "What can I take from you that hasn't already been taken?" I couldn't think of anything off the top of my head. "How about a blow job, Steve?" At least I was pretty good at those. "Not from that filthy mouth!" said Steve. "I know where it has been tonight. But your asshole is pretty much untouched." Steve didn't know about Ryan's finger fuck of me and I decided not to enlighten him. "Have you ever been butt fucked, Cal?" "No, I haven't," I said. "Well, that's going to change. I'm going to bust your cherry, dude." Steve peeled off his gray sweater. This revealed a well built and almost hairless chest. It was maybe not as chiseled as Ryan's but very nicely proportioned with good pecs and ripped abs. Then Steve slipped off his shoes and pulled off his faded jeans. This left him standing in gray boxer-briefs and white socks. He had a classic swimmer's build with strong legs. With his longish dirty blond hair and nice tan, he looked like a surfer (if we had surfers in backwoods Maine). I could see a good sized bulge growing in Steve's underwear. "Go over and get on your hands and knees on that rock," said Steve, directing me to a large flat-topped boulder near the center of the clearing. I crawled over and got up on all fours on the rock. Steve walked over behind me and started to squeeze my butt cheeks like they were melons. Then he gave my ass a hard slap. "Scotty, come over here and get Cal's butt warmed up for me," called Steve. "Sure thing, Steve," said Scotty with a broad smile. Scotty came over and stood behind me. I could hear him pull his belt out from his cargo shorts and I knew what was coming. He folded over the belt and started to lightly whip my behind. Since my balls were hanging there in front of him, he gave them a few whacks as well. I yelped and Scotty turned his attention back to my butt. After a few more, harder strokes on each cheek, he put the belt back on and started to enthusiastically slap my ass with his bare hand. While Scotty was paddling me, Steve had bent over to get something out of his pants pocket. I could see his strong back and the firm globes beneath the gray cotton of his underwear. He had a nice looking butt. I was a little shocked that I was now noticing this sort of thing. Steve walked over in front of me. He held up a condom packet and ripped it open. Steve handed the condom to me. "Put it on me," he said, sticking his crotch in my face. I was impressed that Steve practiced safe sex (or maybe he just wasn't sure how clean my butt was). I reached my hands out and pulled down Steve's boxer-briefs, releasing his fully erect cock. It was throbbing as I grabbed hold of it. It was bigger than mine, even bigger than Ryan's, probably about 7 « inches, and quite thick. It was circumcised and straight as an arrow. I put the condom on the tip and unrolled it up his boner, trying to time my actions in between Scotty's slaps so I could keep my balance. "Okay, that's enough, Scotty." Steve pushed his boxer-briefs down below his ankles and stepped out of them. Then he walked behind me. He nudged my legs apart and looked at my red butt. "Try to relax and this will go easier," said Steve. He pulled apart my ass cheeks and then ran a finger from the back of my balls up my crack. He circled my asshole with his finger and then rubbed it. Steve then reached around and stuck his fingers in my mouth to lick as lubrication. He gently pressed one finger inside my hole. It went in pretty easily. Maybe it was just as well that Ryan had loosened me up earlier. Steve then stuck in another finger and slid the two of them in and out. "You sure you've never done this before?" said Steve, as he removed his fingers. "They went in pretty easily. Maybe we'll try fisting next time." What next time, I wondered. Steve spit into his fingers and lubed up his dick. Then he leaned over and spit on my asshole. He pressed his meat against my back door. I tried to relax as he pushed on in. I thought I would pass out; it was like the worst medical exam ever. Steve started to ride me. He used long, slow strokes to get me used to his invasion. It was painful but I just tried to accept it. Steve gradually speeded up his thrusts. I was wondering why people enjoyed this until he started hitting what I guess was my prostate. Then pleasure started mixing with the pain. "Take some pictures, Rick," said Steve, "but make sure you can't see my face." Rick picked up his camera and took a series of photos from all angles. As the flashes went off, it occurred to me that these were perfect blackmail shots: I was not tied up, you could see me clearly, I was being butt-fucked, and you couldn't see Steve's face. Steve was really going at it now; he was slamming his balls against my ass. I could feel beads of his sweat dropping off his body onto my back. I lifted up my butt to take his assault. I was hard cocked again and reached a hand down to give myself a few strokes. Steve had his hands on my hips, steadying himself, and, every so often, he would slap my butt as he pushed in and out. For me, the mixture of pleasure and pain coming from my backside was indescribable. I reached my right hand back to rub Steve's bubble butt. It was slick with sweat. Steve reached one of his hands up to rub through my hair. He leaned over to whisper in my ear. "What would your jock friends think if they could see you now?" I had no response to that. I could see Scotty standing near the campfire, his hand inside his shorts. Ryan was sitting on a log at the edge of the clearing, watching impassively. Rick took a couple more photos. Steve didn't notice but I could tell from the angle that Steve's face would be clearly visible. I wondered if this was a mistake or whether Rick had some special plans for those pictures. Steve then called Scotty back over. "I'm sure Cal will help you out if you want," said Steve. Scotty smiled and unzipped his shorts. His boner popped out of his red boxers. He walked in front of me and stuck it in my face. I put my mouth around his dick and started sucking. Scotty started thrusting it in and out of my mouth. The feeling of getting fucked from both ends was intense! Rick picked up the camera again. "No pictures with Scotty!" ordered Steve. Rick put the camera down. Steve must have been reaching his limit because after a moment he stopped his thrusting to pull his dick out of my ass. He stripped off the condom and started to stroke his cock vigorously. After a few seconds, he grunted and shot his load across my bare back and butt. He kept milking his dick to the last drop. Then he reached his hand up and smeared his hot jism around my back. I continued sucking Scotty. Then Scotty asked, "Steve, could I have a go at Cal's butt too?" "Sure," said Steve, "go crazy! But put on a condom." "Do I have to?" "Yeah, it's good practice with either guys or girls," said Steve. "If you're always safe, then hopefully nobody will catch anything and you won't get anyone pregnant." Steve walked over to where his pants were laying. He got another condom from his pocket and handed it to Scotty. Scotty removed his dick from my mouth and moved behind me. I could hear him rip open the condom package and put it on. Then, without warning, Scotty rammed his dick up my butt. "Wow, fucking a senior!" he exclaimed. He wasn't as gentle as Steve had been to begin with but, fortunately, he was smaller and I was pretty well loosened up at this point. He got a good rhythm going, riding me with short, quick, jackrabbit thrusts. He quickly found my prostate and I started moaning. Scotty moved his hands up and down my back. Then he surprised me by reaching his right hand under me to grab my fully erect dick. He started stroking me. Meanwhile, Rick appeared in front of me. He unzipped his shorts and dropped them to the ground. This revealed a pair of green silk boxers with an ungodly bulge in them. Green silk, I thought to myself, what's with that? Then he pushed down his boxers, revealing the monster which I had not seen (but was now certain I had tasted) back at Joe's Place. It seemed even bigger than I remembered. I didn't know they came that big! I once again attempted to take Rick's massive tool in my mouth. I could only really get the head in but I slurped away. Scotty released his hold on my dick and began to buck his hips into my ass. He squeezed my butt cheeks as he came. After his breathing slowed down, he removed his dick from my ass and pulled off the condom. He rubbed his softening dick in the crack of my ass. Then he leaned over my back and gave me a hug. "Thanks again," Scotty whispered in my ear. "That was my first time." Then he gave me a quick kiss on the back of my neck. That was nice of Scotty but I was still trying to deal with the world's biggest dick (which as I thought about it seemed to accurately describe both Rick and his giant cock). I was desperately trying to get Rick to come so that it didn't occur to him to stick that thing up my butt. I was afraid it would split me in half! Rick was running his hands through my hair as I licked around the tip of his mushroom head. I reached out my right hand and slid it up and down the base of his stalk. Then I gently rubbed Rick's balls. Rick started breathing very heavily. I seemed to be having the desired effect. I reached between his legs and ran my index finger up his crack. I found his asshole and started tracing around it with my finger. Rick began moaning softly. I then started vigorously rubbing the hole itself. That did it. Rick's body stiffened and I removed my mouth from his dick. But Rick held onto my head as he came. He spurted in my face and on my hair. After his breathing returned to normal, Rick had me lick clean his dick and then he pulled up his boxers and shorts. My knees were starting to hurt so I crawled off the boulder. I stood up slowly (since my rump was pretty sore) and stretched. I felt pretty used; every orifice of my body had been violated tonight. As I stood there naked next to the fire, Steve noticed my throbbing hardon. "Go ahead, Cal, give yourself some relief. Jack yourself off," urged Steve. "No," said Ryan. "I'll do it." We all turned and looked at Ryan. He had been sitting quietly at the edge of the clearing watching us until now. He stood up and walked over to me. He took hold of my dick and gently started stroking it. I realized for the first time that he was left-handed. He didn't say anything but just looked unwaveringly in my eyes. He had calm hazel eyes. I watched how the flickering firelight lit up his profile. It seemed that I was always looking at this guy in the firelight. I glanced down and noticed a projection in the front of Ryan's khakis (I had given up thinking of them as my khakis). I felt that one good turn deserved another so I reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped Ryan's pants. They slipped to the ground. I then released his seven incher by pushing down Ryan's blue and white boxers. I started to slowly stroke Ryan's beautiful dick. I don't know how long we stood there, gazing into each other's eyes and masturbating each other. For some reason, time seemed to have slowed down a lot for me. The humiliations of the evening started to seem far away. Then I had a feeling like the pit of my stomach falling away and I realized that I felt a real connection to this strong, quiet, handsome guy. I didn't have much time to ponder this realization since it coincided with me going over the edge and starting to shoot. Ryan held on and pumped me dry. Then, seconds later, he came as well. I knelt and cleaned him up. Then I pulled up his boxers and his khaki pants. I stood up and we just grinned at each other. Then the world broke in on the two of us and I realized that Steve, Rick and Scotty, fully dressed, were sitting in a row on a fallen log staring at us. "Well, if you're done," said Steve, sarcastically. Ryan and I both blushed. Steve stood up. "Is everyone satisfied that Cal has fully complied with his agreement tonight and is entitled to a ride back to town?" asked Steve. Steve, Rick, Ryan and Scotty looked at each other and nodded. "Okay, let's put out the fire and go back to the car," said Steve. Ryan and Rick extinguished the fire while Steve and Scotty picked up any trash. Scotty brought me a water bottle that I drained quickly. Not only was I thirsty but it helped get the taste of dick out of my mouth. We walked back to the car. It didn't seem so long this time without the blindfold. We clambered in and I got my usual place in the middle of the back seat. I was naked but at least my hands weren't tied. As we started up and headed back to town, the good mood resulting from my interlude with Ryan began to dissipate. I started to think about all that had happened. As I thought about it, I realized that everything truly had been stripped from me tonight. First, my clothes, then my dignity, most of my illusions and my virginity. But most importantly, I had lost my certainty about my sexual identity. Was I gay? I liked girls but I seemed to have gotten off on most of what I did tonight. I was certainly turned on by Ryan and I really wanted to get to know him better. Who was I now? What would people think? I couldn't help myself. Some sort of emotional dam was breaking. I didn't make a sound but tears began to well up in my eyes and flow down my face. Scotty noticed them first. He looked a little upset, then reached out and started patting my knee. I just stared down at the floor of the car. Then Ryan saw that I was crying. He quickly reached out his left arm and put it around my bare shoulders. Then he used the index finger of his right hand to gently trace from my navel up the center of my chest to my neck. He took hold of my chin and gently turned my face to look at him. He released my chin and started to brush the tears from my cheeks. I looked into his eyes and saw the concern there. Gee, does this guy really care about me? He pulled me closer and I lay my head on his shoulder. I didn't care what Steve or Rick would think if they saw us and I hoped Ryan didn't either. Maybe I am gay or bisexual, I thought to myself. So what! I'm eighteen years old. I don't need any labels. I certainly don't need to apply them to myself. I have fifty plus more years to explore my sexuality, and to have a damn good time doing it! I'll be whoever I want to be, I decided. Who cares what anyone else thinks! It felt good resting in Ryan's arms. Steve and Rick finally noticed what was going on in the back seat and turned around and looked at us. Ryan stiffened under their scrutiny but didn't remove his arms or push me away. Rick looked a little surprised but said nothing. Steve just smiled slightly and turned back to drive. I sat back and started to think about how I was going to sneak stark naked into my house without my parents noticing when I realized that Steve was looking at me in the rear view mirror. A shiver ran down my back despite the warmth of Ryan's body. The smirk I could see on Steve's face made me suspicious that tonight's ordeals were not yet over. And what plans did Steve have for those photos? TO BE CONTINUED Author's Note: I hope you're enjoying the story. Let me know what you think. Send your thoughts and suggestions to calspeed@mailcity.com.