Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2007 16:28:08 -0400
From: Mark@stepmark.us
Subject: Frat Party IV

Frat Party IV - Friend Gone Ballistic

By Matt Ale

Jason really did have to finish his paper, and he did nothing else to be
sure he would be free to see Jamie on Friday night.  They were going to have
a real date, a movie and dinner.  Jason wasn't worried about getting action
afterwards.  Action was what they both wanted.  But, even after just this
little time together, they already wanted more.  It felt very good.

Jamie didn't have a paper to distract him.  He couldn't get Jason out of his
mind for more than five minutes.  "I can't believe I've found a man like
him.  He's the most awesome looking man I've ever seen.  He's also really
into sex.  And he's gay.  And, he's really into me.  Wow!"

Friday was endless.  The movie starts at 6:30, so they're meeting at 6.
It's just before 4 and Jamie had just finished a late lunch by himself.
"That's like the third time I've seen that blond dude," he thought to
himself.  "Great looking.  A few days ago I would have jerked off thinking
about him.  Now, I couldn't care less."

He started walking back to his dorm across a big parking lot.  Suddenly he
felt an arm around his neck.  He started to scream but something was slapped
over his face.  He kicked and bucked as he smelled some sweet liquid in the
handkerchief covering his nose and mouth.  He kicked again but without any
energy.  "Help.  Help me."  Then he slumped into the muscular arms that were
holding him still.

"I'll fucking help you."  Jamie was out cold from the chloroform he had
inhaled, and he was dragged into the waiting car.  "Buckle up for safety
buddy.  We've got a big evening planned."  Gregg readjusted his crotch as he
sat down in the driver's seat.  "Asshole fag, you've fucking given me a hard
on.  Fien.  Why not have a little fun while I take care of business."

Jamie woke dazed and confused.  He had to put the picture together bit by
bit.  He was strapped into some kind of contraption made of pipes, chains
and leather.  He realized he was naked.  The place was some warehouse
structure with dirt everywhere.  From the look of things, the place was
abandoned.  He was lying on his back with his arms strapped above him and
his butt exposed like in a sling.

"So fag boy has decided to wake up."

"Why are you doing this?  Who are you?"

"Little fag boy has lots of questions? Maybe you should have asked those
questions before you hit on my buddy."

"What are you talking about?  What are you doing?"

"You are not turning my best buddy into a fag, got it?  No way I'm going to
let you do this.  Jason is my best friend and you can't have him!"

"You are fucking crazy man.  Are you Gregg?  Man, Jason talks about you all
the time.  Don't do this.  Jason doesn't want you to do this."

"He talks about me does he?  What, while he's plowing your ass?  Or does he
just let you blow him?  Does he throw you down on the bed and just fuck you
then kick you out the door?  Jason doesn't want you.  He just wants to dump
his cum in you."

"Man please.  It's not like what you say.  You two need to talk.  But don't
hurt me.  Just let me go."

"No, WE need to talk.  You can't have him and I'm going to make sure you
don't have him.  By the time I'm done with you, no one will want you. I've
spent a lot of money on our little party tonight just for you.  I bought a
few things to help me make sure that Jason won't want you ever again."

He went in to a box at his side and pulled out a small ball attached to
leather straps.  He pulled Jamie by the head and pushed the ball into his
mouth as he tried to scream.  He held his head tightly and pulled the
leather around this head.  By the time everything was in placed, Jamie's
mouth was stretched wide open stuffed full with the ball.  Jamie felt his
saliva filling his mouth and tried to swallow it as quickly as it formed.
As much as he tried to scream, all you could hear was a muffled gurgle.

"Scream all you want faggot.  Call Jason for help.  No one is going to help
you.  No one is going to find you here."  Gregg brought his face close to
Jamie's.  Gregg's face was contorted with hatred as he spit directly into
Jamie's face.  Gregg watched as the globs of spit dripped off his eyelids
and nose.  "Enjoy my spit boy.  There's plenty more."

The sweat was pouring off Gregg's head and arms as he pulled off his tee
shirt.  If Jamie hadn't been so scared, he would have been awed at what he
saw.  Gregg had every bit as much muscle as Jason but was a blond god
version.  His wet chest glistened in the dim light.

"Got this little goodie for you.  Let's try it on.  I've seen it used in
magazines.  Should make you feel real good."  Gregg pulled out a two-inch
strap of leather with snaps.  He reached down to Jamie's cock, which was
lying softly along his thigh.  "So this is all you have for Jason?  That
certainly won't turn him on.  If he wants cock, I can give him some man-size
cock.  "Want to see, my little fag boy."

"Gregg opened the cargo shorts he was wearing and dropped them down.  He
wasn't wearing any underwear, so his hard on was on show.  He stepped out of
his shorts, now naked except for his boots and white socks.  "Here's a man's
cock.  I'd give you a taste but seems like you'd rather suck on a ball."  He
walked to Jamie's head and slapped his cheeks with his cock.  Jamie felt the
sting as he was hit again and again with the rock hard slab of meat.

Gregg massaged Jamie's balls deep into their sack.  The room was very warm
so his balls quickly relaxed deeply into their sack as Gregg pulled and
twisted them.  Gregg wrapped his fist around the sack and pulled down.
Jamie tried to catch his breath as he felt his balls being ripped downward.
Gregg grabbed for some mechanics oil in a bottle at his side and greased up
Jamie's sack.  Then holding the boy's balls with one hand, he wrapped the
leather strap around with the other.  It took a few minutes as he worked the
leather in place, snapping each of the three snaps shut.  By the time he was
done, Jamie's balls were pulled down nearly two inches and were turning a
deep blue color.  Despite the pain, Jamie felt his cock getting harder as
the strap blocked blood flow.  He tried to beg but nothing came out.  He was
horrified as his cock got hard.

"Well that's a little better.  Fag boy can get hard.  Well, let's see if we
can't take care of that with a little pain.  Gregg used his fingers to pinch
the head of Jamie's cock and flicked the tender head.  With the strap in
place, his cock remained hard despite the pain.

I bought these beauties just for you.  Jason is a breast man.  See what he
thinks of a boy who's nipples are all chewed up."

Gregg pulled out two metal clamps from the box.  As much as Jamie loved to
have his tits worked on, these were not what he had in mind.  They were
maybe two inches in size with a big spring and deep teeth.  Jamie bucked in
his restraints and tried to pull away as Gregg opened the first clamp and
brought it to his tit.  "No..please  . NO" but no one heard him.  He broke
out in a sweat as the clamp bit into his nipple.  The pain shot right
through him.  Then the second clamp doubled the pain to the point that he
thought he would pass out.  He tried not to move or jiggle the clamps but
Gregg had other plans.  He tweaked each one with a flick of his fingers.
"So little boy likes his pain.  Look at your fucking cock, fag boy.  You're
even dripping.  Guess I'll have to come up with something better than that."

Jamie was completely humiliated.  Despite his pain, his nipples were doing
what they always did.  The pressure and bite of the clamps had made his cock
fully hard and dripping away.  "Please no, he thought to himself.  Don't let
him hurt me any more."

"But now for the real fun.  I know what Jason likes about you.  Your nice
tight ass.  So, what good are you going to be once I've stretched that nice
tight ass so that he can't even feel you.  At the fag store they called this
the 'Inferno.'  What do you think?  Will this stretch you out enough?

Gregg brought the massive to Jamie's face.  It looked like a baseball bat.
He couldn't take that thing.  It would rip him open.  He tried to beg again
but his noises and twisting did nothing to calm Gregg's anger.

"Got the picture yet faggot?  You're going to be no good to him."  With that
he shoved two greased fingers into Jamie's ass.  Jamie tried to pull back
but the restraints held him tight.  Gregg pushed in hard and pulled out, now
slamming three full fingers into Jamie's hole.  "That's a start, don't you
think.  Take that.  Hurt little boy?"

Gregg  kept working the three greased fingers around and then added a
fourth.  He slammed deeply into Jamie's ass brutally stretching the ring of
muscle more than it had been opened ever before.  " By the time I'm done
with you, you won't even feel four fingers. "

Gregg picked up the bottle of oil and put the end into Jamie's ass.  He
squeezed until oil ran out, dripping from the table.  Then he oiled up the
big dildo.

He pressed the tip hard against the ring.  Jamie knew that if he tried to
fight he would be ripped in half.  He tried to gather his thinking and
pressed down as best he could.  The rubber tube slid into him just an inch,
and he screamed again.  But he tried to relax.  Gregg's face was completely
contorted in rage.  He pressed the huge bat farther in.

"I'm going to make you so fucking lose you'll have to wear diapers."  He
pressed the dildo in to half its length and then pulled it out all the way.
Jamie's ass lifted off the table and convulsed from side to side just as
Gregg shoved the rubber back in again.  Again and again, he pulled it out
and pressed it in until nearly all of it was pressed into Jamie's battered
ass.

The two boys were dripping in sweat.  Jamie tried to catch his breath in
between each thrust.  Despite everything, his cock was still hard and
covered with pre cum.  Gregg's cock was like a piece of steel standing
straight up along his muscled abs.  In and out the huge dildo went each time
sliding in a little more until nearly its entire length was buried in him.

Suddenly Gregg pushed the dildo down to the base then pulled it out.  He
threw it aside.  "I'm tired of you.  You can't have him.  I'll fucking ruin
your ass.  I'm going to rip you open like I've seen in movies.  Get ready
faggot.  If Jason wants ass, he can have mine but he can't have you.  Do you
hear me?"

Jamie watched in panic as Gregg poured the oil onto his hand and forearm.
He tried every way he could to break free of his bonds as Gregg pressed his
fingers to his now brutalized hole.  The first four fingers went in easily,
and Gregg moved them around to be sure everything was coated with oil.  Then
he moved his thumb into place and pushed.

"Say goodbye to your asshole boy."

Jamie pressed down with all his might as Gregg pushed his hand hard, driving
his fist fully into Jamie's ass.  No one could hear the scream that emanated
from deep within him.  Gregg snarled as he watched his fist burry itself
deep so that only his wrist was showing.  "I'm in you now boy.  That's what
you need, isn't it.  A man's fist in you.  Look at you.  Your cock is ready
to gush you're so turned on by me."

He felt the power as he folded his hand into a tight fist deep within
Jamie's ass.  "I'll stop when I get to the elbow faggot.  I'll stop when
there's nothing left to you.  I'll stop when there's nothing left for Jason
except me. Your ass will be worthless to him when I'm done.  He won't want
your worthless hole.  He'll want my tight hole.  He'll give you up for my
nice tight hole fag boy!"

He pressed his fist into Jamie's hole even more and felt the ring of muscle
giving in to the pressure.  He could see that Jamie was in pain.  Still
Jamie's cock was rock hard as Gregg's knuckles scraped over Jamie's
prostate.  He pressed in more and the cock in front of him started to throb
and leak even more pre-cum.  Jamie was lifting off the table as Gregg
continued to press forward.  Gregg reached down and ripped off one of the
clamps biting into Jamie's nipple.  Jamie bucked from the table nearly a
foot, impaled on Gregg's forearm and writhing back and forth when.



The sound of a steel door slamming open.  A shout.  "Hands up!  Hands up or
I'll shoot!"

Jamie felt Gregg turn and pull his fully closed fist out in one fast pull.
He felt as though he was being turned inside out.  His ass was on fire.  All
of his muscles contracted as his ass opened and closed in spasm after spasm
of pain.  "NO!  Oh no!" he screamed into his gag.  His stomach tightened and
his body lurched as a shot of cum shot out of his cock hitting him in the
face.  A second shot went nearly as far, as his body continued to spasm.
His body was bucking off the table as he felt another convulsion, then
blackness.



"Hey lover boy.  Glad you decided to wake up."

Jamie looked into Jason's smiling face and wondered if he were dreaming.

"Where am I?"

"For right now, you're in my arms on the floor of some seedy warehouse."

"What happened?"

"It looks like my best friend went ballistic?  He's been babbling about how
much he loves me and wants me and that he'll do anything for me.  It was
really awful.  He got down on his knees and tried to undo my pants.  He said
he would do anything to keep me."

"This is all so weird.  He's really crazy.  How did you find me?

"When you didn't show up, I called your cell phone.  I knew you wouldn't
stand me up so I got worried.  I called my uncle, who's a police officer.
He  tracked you down with the GPS in your phone.  When we saw where you
were, I knew you were in trouble so we came to get you. "

"I thought I was going to die."

"Boy, were you a sight!  You gave us quite a greeting.  My uncle said he
never saw anything like it.  I think he was getting off taking those clamps
and that ball stretcher off you.  You OK??"

"My balls hurt, my asshole hurts, and even my tits hurt?"

"Maybe I should massage you."

"Maybe tomorrow.  I think by body's had enough of a work out for one day."

"I'm glad we arrived when we did.  I checked you out before you woke up and
I don't think there is any damage.  I guess you can take a lot."

"I made believe it was you doing it."

"I probably shouldn't say this but it was sort of hot seeing his fist up
you."

"Give me a day or two and we'll recreate the scene just with a different
fist."

"Promise?"

"Take me to dinner first.  Then I'll promise."

"A deal.  Let's go."

"Jason.  Thank you.  I can't believe I've found you.  I mean, we didn't
really meet under the best of circumstances."

"Really?  I think I set things up pretty well getting you into that bathroom
with me."

"You planned it all?"

"I saw you right away at the party.  The plan worked pretty well except for
the Gregg part.  Wouldn't you say?"

"I'll answer after dinner."

The end.