Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2003 08:24:20 EST
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 7

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story
contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are
consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please
write: jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Zach
Gets to Serve. Chapter 7.

 Well, at last, recovered, a big, lecherous, shit-eating grin now covering
Shane's face, he rubbed his dickhead through Casey's oozing boygoo on Zach's
pussy, and said, "You know, "Suckboy" just don't fit you no more, Suckboy.
Uh-uh. Let's see if you get it, boy. So ..... what are you, boy, if you ain't
a SUCKboy, anymore, what are you?!?"" Shane yelled between Casey's legs at
the butt-sucking slave.
 In spite of the situation, his being under Casey's butt and all, eating
boyhole, and still humming, his mind went wildly alert, and he shouted, "Ahm
phyur FUCKbouy thir!"
 Shane yelled, "Y-e-e-e-ssss! That you fuck-in' are! You are my new FUCKBOY!
UNNGHUHH!" Shane grunted, bucking forward, and Zach screamed,
"Aiiiiiieeeeeeoohhhhhh, noooooooo, pleeeeeeeease?"

Chapter 7. Zach....then Bart....then...

 Casey's delicate tail could feel the vibrations of Zach's screams from
underneath him.
Shane's head snapped back, eyes closed as he felt the velvet-smoothe pussy
walls close around his boypole.
 Casey mused. In spite of all that play with Bart last night, Casey had never
seen his brother in boy rut. He was masterful. He opened his eyes, and
looking down at his cock pulling out of Zach for the first time, he said to
Casey, "Get a look at this," as he motioned with his head. Casey leaned over,
and while looking down, Shane reentered Zach, and said, "Watch when I pull
out again....his pussy lips won't let go of my cock when I slide out. They
grab on for dear life. Whew! That turns me on."    Hmmmmm. Me, too, guys.
 Shane settled into a methodical butt-banging of Zach, as he asked Casey, "So
what'd you tell him, when you told him to come over here today?"
 "I said, I wanted him to come and take care of my dick today, and that my
big brother wanted to meet him, and so, to come up the back way to your room.
Oh, yeh, and I said to tell his folks he'd be staying for dinner, and he
wouldn't be home before 9 tonight," Casey related.
 "Good," said Shane, "that's perfect. It's quarter to five, now. We'll have
some more fun with him before dinner, then we'll see what develops
afterwards."
 Casey was ecstatic. There was no mention of his not being able to play as
well.
 The video camera quietly continued to record all the fun there in Shane's
room.

Well, I noted when Zach came into Shane's room, earlier, that the school day
had passed uneventfully, after the overnight boyplay with Bart. Well, that
was essentially true, as it relates to Shane, Casey and Zach....but not Bart;
not hardly. So while Shane continues to enjoy his dick-slide up Zach's boy
chute, let's see what happened this morning, as the kids burst into the boys'
locker room for gym.
 Remember Colin? He, who squealed away from the back of Shane's truck the
other day, after getting his first blowjob from that 'mystery' kid. Well,
keep that in mind now, as the boys are in their various stages of undress,
and getting their gym clothes on. Well, all except one.....Bart, naked,
padded around his row of lockers, and past Colin, to Shane's row. He meekly
walked up next to Shane, and just stood there fidgeting. Shane looked up, and
smiled, almost excitedly, for Shane. He looked up into Bart's eyes, and said,
"Show yourself, fuckboy."
 With that, Bart raised his arms to show his pits, turning left, then
right.....then he pulled up his dick, and jutted his balls out, for
inspection. Then he turned around, bent over, pulled his cheeks apart, and
Shane took a good look, then smacked his ass, and said, "Good, now see you
keep it like that." Now, this was really just practice, 'cause they had just
shaved Bart 5 hours ago, and of course there'd be no growth yet.
 Colin had come 'round the corner, his curiosity aroused, and was shocked
with what he saw.
 Bart turned, and went back to his locker to get dressed. Colin stalled
around, and kid after kid, lit out for class, and finally the door swung
closed behind the last boy, except for Colin..........and Bart. Colin,
listened for any other rustling in the locker room, then looked up and down,
from the showers, to the door. Satisfied they were alone, he straddled the
end of the bench between the row of lockers. Bart slammed his locker door,
and turned to get out to the gym, when Colin shot his right arm out, grabbed
him by his opposite, left hip, with that huge mitt of his.
 Bart sucked in a breath, and looked down at Colin, angrily.
 Colin said, "Hey, fuckboy, you suck cock, eh?"
 Bart was horrified. His nightmare was extending, and shockingly so, here, in
the boys' locker room.
 With class starting soon, Colin knew time was short, so he yanked the kid by
his gym shorts and made him step over the bench and sit facing him, legs down
over both sides. Pulling his cock from his shorts, he yanked Bart's head
down, and said, "Eat me, fucker!"
 While poor Bart sucked the kid's big cock, Colin said, "So you're the
mystery cocksucker that blowed me in Shane's truck the other morning. I knew
it wouldn't be long before I'd find out." Bart, of course, didn't know what
the fuck he was talking about, and surely was in no position to argue or
reason with the dumb bastard. Colin kept pulling the kid's head up and down,
as he lay chest down on the bench in Colin's crotch. In a few seconds, Colin
was peaking, and he rammed his cock up into Bart's mouth so hard that the
action, and with his muscular thighs gripping the sides of the bench, he
bounced the bench, echoing throughout the empty room. "Ummm, uh, uh, ungh,
cumming you fucker, cummminnnnngggg! Suck it you fuck! Suck it!" He yanked
the kid's head up, ohhhh, and a big gob of cum, dropped from his lip, as
Colin said, "Put it back in my jock." Bart shakily took the boy's dick, and
lifting his shorts and jockstrap, shoved the boy's dick back in. As he looked
up at Colin, sadly, Colin said, "Pat my peter in my shorts, now. I want you
to get used to taking care of it from here on."
 All Bart could think was, "Oh my God. Everybody's gonna do this to me!" and
he lightly patted Colin's still hard cock, through his gym shorts, as the boy
stood, leaving Bart straddling the bench, a tear running down his
cheek......the locker room door slammed, and Bart was alone........but, for
how long?
 Out in the gym, the coach had the class going through fitness trials, you
know, rope climbing, parallel bars, straddle-horse jumping, and stuff. Bart
took his place at the end of the parallel bar line. Colin, hustled over
behind Bart, jostled the kid, and said into his ear, get a hand down in my
shorts, blowboy......do it!"
 Bart reached directly down behind his back, and for the waistband of Colin's
gym shorts.
His fingers slinked into Colin's jock. He didn't have to go far, since the
boy's cock was already riding his belly, with the cockhead nearly to the
waistband. He wrapped his fingers around the cockhead, as the line moved
forward toward the bars.
 Colin whispered, "When you feel some leaky goo on my cockhead, pull your
hand out and lick it off, and let me see it before you do."
 Colin was trembling from excitement. Bart was quivering from shame and fear
of being seen. Bart started to pull his hand out, and finally, cupped his
fingers in front of Colin, who nodded and said, "Ok, lick it then go back in."
 Bart licked his fingers then sunk them back into Colin's pants,
again.....and again.
Bart did his stint on the bars; Colin followed. Bart lined up behind the line
for the ropes.
Colin came up behind him and said, "Fuck this boy, the only rope your
climbing today is between my legs......slip up behind the stage curtains, and
wait for me."
 Bart stealthily made his way off the line and to the front of the gym, where
the stage was. Up the side stairs, he slipped through the door, and went over
by the curtains. Shit!
It seemed like he'd barely gotten there and Colin was behind him, his big
mitt on the back of his neck. Pulling back, Bart fell over backward, and
Colin just threw his right leg over him, and whipped his cock from the leg of
his shorts, and rammed it into Bart's mouth.
"Don't make a sound you mother. You're taking this dick, now! Fuckin' eat me,
cocksucker!"
Whew! In less than a minute's time, Colin pumped wad after wad into Bart's
mouth.....not 15 minutes after he cummed in him on the bench. He smacked his
mouth with his dick, and was gone!
 Bart staggered a bit, out from the stage door, and the darkness, waited for
his eyes to adjust, wiped his mouth with his hand, and then found a line to
get on to continue his gym routine.
 He didn't see Colin anywhere, and sighed, enjoying his brief respite from
cock service to that fuckin' scumbag.
 With coach's whistle, the kids all broke for the locker room. As the boys
all stripped down for showers, Bart was stripping, but not to shower, he was
getting dressed. Colin caught on...and said, loudly, "Hey, Bart...no shower
today? You planning on stinking us out of classes? Or, is there another
reason"....a few kids perked up, and some were gathering behind Colin. "Turn
around, shithead...let's see what ya hidin'"
 Bart was shaking at his locker...immobile.
 "Turn, you fucker!"
 Slowly, pathetically, Bart faced Colin, looking pleadingly at Colin.
 Shit! It was pandemonium! Whistles. Cat calls and cheers. Yelping. All
followed by, "Faggot! Queer bait! Pussy! Girly boy! You go down, pussy?!"
once the kids saw Bart's shaved parts.
 One row of lockers over, Shane undressed casually, and headed for the
showers, with just a glance over the crowd in front of Bart's locker.
 Under the spray, Shane turned just as Bart stumbled into the shower, having
been shoved through the entrance by Colin, followed by, at least half a dozen
naked boys, and then behind them, practically the rest of the gym class,
hovering at the shower entry.
 "Wack it, queer boy! Beat off!" One of the kids in the back group yelled.
Everyone up front started chanting at him and tightening the circle around
him..."Beat it....beat it....
beat it!"
 Colin went over to the shower head closest to Bart, turned on the water and
sprayed him, keeping it right on him....in seconds, he looked like the
beaten, whipped dog he was. Hair plastered down on his head, eyes blinking
away the spray, water cascading and shimmering off his shoulders and chest,
and shriveled up dick. Bart was trembling, standing before his whole gym
class, naked, shaved clean of his cock hair, being screamed at to jack off in
front of them. Colin just leaned into Bart, and said, "You better jerk off,
fuck-in' now, or this is gonna look like a kiddie movie compared to what'll
happen to you, COCKsucker! Squat your knees part way down, reach under your
balls, stick out your tongue, and jerk off, NOW, dumbfuck!"
 Bart immediately did as he was told, and every kid in the room went
silent.....stunned.
It was almost like everyone grew up in that instant of time. That instant
when a buddy classmate was made to humiliate himself in so public a place,
doing something that every one of them do, in private, some, in front of
their full-length mirrors. Then, as quickly as they were quieted, was as
quick as they all filed in to shower, while poor Bart continued to wack. The
shower water over head concealed his tears, but not his wrenched up face,
which clearly showed he was crying in his shame. Continuing to beat off, his
cock hardening and lengthening, he opened his eyes, and at the shower he
faced, Shane was looking into his eyes, shaking his head and waving a warning
finger. Doubly in horror, Bart realized he couldn't cum!! And Shane just made
clear he didn't have permission.
 Just then, the only luck of the moment came to Bart. Colin yelled at him, as
he was starting to show hot signs of getting close....curling toes, tightened
muscles, strained look on his face.....Colin yelled, "You can't cum,
cocksucker." Bart stopped, relieved, and Shane mouthed the words, "Lucky
fucker," but it wasn't clear Bart understood him.
 Most of the boys had gotten tired of the funning on Bart, or were just too
embarrassed for him, and left to get dressed.... except for about 5
die-hards. Then, God, the ultimate.....one joker, came up to Colin, and
asked, "Shit, Col, you think he eats dick, too?"
 Colin feigned ignorance, and shrugged, saying, " Shit, I don't know. But,
he's a fuckin' twat, with shaved bush, eh? He probably sucks. What d'yu say,
pussy, you suck dick, too?"
Colin had Bart's chin pulled up, with his hand cupped under. Bart's eyes went
from Colin to the other kid, Kevin, then back. Colin stuck his cockhead to
Bart's lips, shocking Jammer, that was Kevin's nickname. Kevin gawked when
Col forced his dick into Bart's mouth.
Colin pulled out, and pushed Jammer right in front of Bart, and told Bart to
suck in his cock. Before Jam even could think about it, Bart had his 8 1/2
inch hog in his mouth.
 Life as it had been before yesterday, was definitely over for Bart. He had
openly taken 2 boys in his mouth in front of a bunch of other kids, who see
him every day. It wouldn't be long now, there's no doubt, Bart was going to
have a whole new life after this......a whole new life!
 Thirty kids in just that gym class, had various stages of bone over what
they saw, or visioned.....and they knew, given the situation, they could, or
would, be satisfying their future urges.......if they had the balls to follow
through.
 A 3d boy, still in the shower, Matt, who the kids called Jaz, padded through
the shower water to Bart, and pumped a rock hard dick into poor Bart's mouth.
Behind them all, still under his shower, was Mikey. This kid had some size,
and looked sort of sad, as he watched the scene unfold before him. Not too
long ago, he was the one other kids picked on. He wanted to help Bart some
way, but he knew this was not the time.
 Bart was really sucking dick now, and Matt was starting to knee-buckle when
they heard the coach's whistle and everyone broke, turned off the water, and
grabbed towels.
 Bart dressed with nary the slightest bit of abuse.......everyone cleared
out......the image of cock, in a boy's mouth..... in all their heads.
 Bart closed his locker, and headed for class, then lunch period after. He
couldn't believe the absolute peace he was enjoying for the first time since
those kids jumped him at the park yesterday.
 The kid was so happy to be 'safe' and quiet, with a moment to himself.
Alone, and quiet....a fate worse than death for any normal kid. Bart, well,
he was learning that he needed this quiet time.....so badly.
 The rest of the day was the same for him. He grabbed his pack, and headed
out for the bus home. As he got up the steps, there were the usual 'Hi's' and
'What's up's', as he made his way to an empty seat, elated that no one on his
bus, and therefore, no one in his neighborhood, knew what happened these last
24 hours...........well...........
 Something caught Bart's eye as he was about to sit, and when he looked up,
he saw 3 of yesterday's middle schoolers, standing, waving pictures in the
air, from the back of the bus. His heart jumped, and sweat started to build
on his face. They pointed to the back seats, near them. Grudgingly, Bart made
his way to them. The punk leader kid, Benjy, he had found out his name
yesterday, near the end of the debacle, was not with them. That either meant
he wasn't in school, or didn't live near these other kids. No matter, these
kids 'owned' him, too. He slumped into the seat they designated, where one of
the kids already sat, in the window seat. Then one of the others sat on the
aisle side of Bart. As the bus got rolling, they both grabbed one of his
hands and put them on their flys, and rubbed. One kid said, "Keep rubbing,
cocksucker."
 The third kid, leaned in from across the aisle, and said, "Get his ass down
on the floor between you. Make him blow yuz."
 The other 2 kids smiled, and said, "Yeah, you, get your fuckin' ass down
there...on your knees....let's get you suckin' some dick, man!"
 Bart, looked from kid face to kid face, and nobody was fooling. He slinked
down, and turned around between them, on his knees. Both their dicks were
out. As the first kid, Davey shoved his prick in Bart's face, the other kid,
Billy, said, "Take off your sneaks and socks while you're blowin'
us....comeon!"
 Danny hoarse-whispered from across the aisle, "Yeh, and get your cock out
and yank it, too."
 Bart's tongue swirled him some kid dick, while he bared his feet. It was a
strain for him, but he managed. Then he pulled his own wick out, and started
pumping. In seconds, it seemed, Davey grabbed his fuckin' head and pumped his
kid cum over his tongue. As he watched his buddy's feet come off the floor in
his cum, Billy grabbed at Bart's ear, and said, "Don't swallow his jizz yet,
fucker. When you come off him, I want you to take my cock in with Davey's cum
still in your mouth. And I want you to blow me the whole time with Davey's
cum swishin' in your cocksuckin' mouth."
 Pained, Bart looked up at Billy, who just nodded, and as Bart pulled off
Dave, he kept his lips closed and Billy said, "Lemme see."
 Bart bent his head back, and opened up, showing Davey's goo all over his
tongue and making connecting strings from his lips. Davey and Billy poked
each other, yukked, and Billy yanked Bart's head over his meat. Both these
kids were average......Davey was 4"; Billy, 5", hard. Danny, the 3d kid,
wasn't gonna get any here, so he just rubbed and squeezed his peter in his
pants, hoping he didn't blow before they got Bart off the bus.
 It was really getting gross, now. The boy goop was oozing out the corners of
Bart's mouth while he kept blowing Bill, with Dave's cream still in his
mouth. He really lost a lot of lip control when Billy grabbed the back of his
head and pumped his wad in, too. Bart had boy cum covering his entire chin,
and the corners of his mouth. Billy stuffed him so fast and hard, that poor
fucking Bart snorted cum up his airway, and out his nose. The kids were
coming to their stop, near the park. Laughing near uncontrollably, watching
their cum drooling out Bart's fuckin' nose, they pushed him back, holstered
their rods, and jumped out over him, to the aisle, and out the bus, telling
Bart, even though this wasn't his stop, to get off there, and join them in
the park, again.
 Bart was crawling around the floor, getting his socks and sneaks, and then
came running up the aisle, his dick slipping back into his open pants as he
ran. As he went down the steps, the driver just shook his head when he saw
the kid was barefoot. Bart's tormentors were at the bottom of the steps when
he came down, and they just pointed ahead of them. Bart was gonna put his
sneaks on after stuffing his socks in his back pockets. Instead, Danny just
kicked his ass, driving Bart to his hands on the ground.
 "Forget that, fucker, you ain't gonna be wearing nuttin' in a minute. Get
your fuckin' ass up and into the park. You know where you're goin'." Bart got
up, grabbed a dropped sneaker in each hand, and staggered across the street.
 As the bus pulled away, several boys, their faces pressed to the windows,
watching this scene play out, saw Bart start down the trail into the park,
the 3 kids arrayed behind him, and saw Billy kick Bart's ass ahead of him,
and Bart jump forward....and....

 Back on the bed, Shane was wildly, pounding Zach. Zach's tongue was
alternately sucking in, and hanging out, drooling onto his chin, while Shane
made that poor kid sorry he ever lived! Pound and pound, Shane was on fire!
He had waited through all the Casey-play double-ganger earlier, and now he
needed off...and hard....and fast! Casey wanted to climb up on Zach's face,
but Shane was bouncing and pounding him so hard, it was impossible. Then,
just when he thought he saw his chance, as he was getting up on the side of
the bed in front Zach's head, Shane whipped the kid's legs, and flipped him
over, still rooted in his boyhole.
 With Zach, now on his knees, and face into the spread, Shane redoubled, and
geez, the fucking bed was actually bouncing off the floor. How Zach didn't
pass out from the pummeling he was taking, is beyond me. But take it he did,
all across the bed!
 "You fucker," he yelled at his fuckboy, "you were built for my cock! To
serve me! To fuck for me! and to suck me! You cocksucker! I'm gonna fuck yur
goddam brains out the toppa yur head!"
 Omigod, he fucked and fucked that kid, and fucked him.... so frenzied, it
was like nothing I'd ever seen. Shane was a crazyman! He fucked and fucked,
and pumped and rammed, and Zach, now completely flat on his belly, legs
flailing and kicking up behind Shane's back, tongue sucking in and out,
moaning, and grunting. The spread, and everything else under Zach, was
crawling with him, toward the side of the bed, as Shane kept pounding and
grunting and yelling at Zach to "Fuckin' put out, you motherfucker!"
 Every hump and pump, Zach was pushed forward, and Shane crawl-fucked behind,
 and...and he still fucked Zach as the kid went over the side off the bed,
onto first, his hands, then his face, elbows and chest and Shane fucked the
sonovabitch all the way to the floor! Once they were both completely on the
floor, Shane, reached under Zach's chest, and pulled him up to his knees.
With the kid's head back into the crook of Shane's shoulder, harshly grunting
into his ear, "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!"  Shane, once again, redoubled
the pounding, the fucking, of that boy's body. The scene was so frenetic, so
out of control, that voyeur Casey, got so into it, just from the sidelines,
it was incredible! Remember, he had tried to mount Zach's face on the bed,
but everything was moving so fast, he couldn't get a 'foothold', so to speak.
And, as it turned out, after he positioned himself at Zach's head, to climb
on, and Shane flipped Zach, pumping him forward so hard, that Zach went
sprawling out ahead, Casey went over the side onto his back, and all you
could see from the bed were his cute boy feet in the air, after a tiny yelp
when he hit the floor.
 The crazed fucking drove Casey to just kneel in awe, and frantically beat
himself raw, so horny was the scene being played out before him.
 Well, he wouldn't be denied after all. With Shane now fucking the kid up on
his knees, Casey stood, and padded over to him. Here, was this disheveled
kid. Drooling, grabbing breaths when he could, spit on, boy juice filling his
belly, three-times fucked, on his knees before his classmate, while having
his boypussy pounded, and Casey comes up and smacks his face over and over
with his boy cock. The tears just poured from Zach's eyes. He had been all
but dicked senseless.
 Casey stuffed his dick into Zach's mouth once more, and the limp tongue
really just hung there, while Casey pumped himself off into the boy he owned.
 Shane leaned over Zach's shoulder, and watched Casey get off in Zach as he
shot his cockwad deep up Zach's pussy. "Ummmmm-Uh-Ungh-Ahwhew-Aw, yeah!
Ahhhh!" Shane joyed into Zach's ear. He then picked Zach up, and laid him on
the bed. He put his arm around Casey's shoulder and they went in for a
shower. "You've given me a most complete day, little brother; a most complete
day, indeed."
 Casey beamed.
 They soaped each other up in Shane's shower, and rinsed off, dried, and
returned to Shane's room. What a fuckin' mess! Clothes shed, and strewn
everywhere. Bedcovers and sheets all rumpled, some hanging off the side of
the bed. Zach's dozing, fucked out, naked body just lay there, chest heaving,
glistening with sweat.
 Shane told Casey to get Zach's socks, and having him hold them around his
wrists to protect them, while Shane took some leather boot laces from his
closet door knob, and tied Zach's wrists to each bedpost.
 Zach was dazed somewhat, but awake now. Shane patted Zach on the belly,
stuck his finger up his hole and made Zach bounce, legs splaying out, toes
curling, when he touched off his buzzer. He stuck his finger into Zach's
mouth, rubbing it clean on his tongue. Casey gagged Zach with his own boxers,
tying another shoelace around his head to hold it. Shane nodded his approval
as he switched off the camera.
 Dressed, the two brother-masters went to dinner. Zach stared blankly after
them, and while the outer door to the deck was open, the inner door was
pulled closed, and locked. He heard the brothers slap hands in the breezeway,
and their excited voices drone, fade, and go quiet. He looked down his chest
and belly to his dick.....spit, and cum, dried, or drying on him. He squeezed
his butt, and felt the cummy goo there, sickening him, and he screwed up his
face, in shame. His arms felt the strain from his having his wrists tied, and
he remembered, looking up to them, tied to the headboard. So tired. So tired.
He tugged. He tugged hard. Then it was just all too much, all at once....a
tear ran down his face....and he either passed out, or fell asleep.
 It was after 6:30 when the brothers hit the stairs, after dinner.
 Hmmmm. The kids heard the key in the lock, and two heads snapped around.
Tommy looked over his shoulder from the bed, boy feet over his shoulders,
butt pumping. Adam looked behind him, too, from his position straddling
Zach's chest. Adam had Zach's boxers around his head like a hairnet.
 Casey's mouth hung open, as he peeked around Shane, who had stopped in his
tracks at the site before him. Shane, for a fraction, looked angry......then
smiled, remembering Adam and Tom knew it was ok for them to come over, and
use the outside stairs and door. Shane reached behind him, pulled Casey in,
and relocked the door.
 "Hey boys! How they hangin'?" Shane blurted out with a big smile, as he
walked up. He switched the camera back on, put a hand-squeeze to Tommy's
shoulder, and Tommy, nodding, just kept on humping, while Adam yelled down
into Zach's face, "Suck, you mother!"

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