Date: Sat, 25 Sep 1999 18:48:04 EDT
From: EBayBarber@aol.com
Subject: TKE, Chapter 17

Chapter 17:  The Party's Over; The Van Starts for Home

Well, after that things got quiet for a few minutes.  Most of the guys kind
of sat down or lay down on the floor of the dungeon spacing out.  I guess the
dope and the beer and the multiple orgasms most of us had had had finally
gotten to us.  Jeff had the wherewithal to remove the cuffs from my wrists.
I rubbed them between my fingers; even though the cuffs had been fleece
lined, hours of wearing them had made my wrists kind of sore.  Ford saw what
Jeff was doing and got up enough energy to release my feet from their
restraints.  Nobody, however, had enough energy to help me out of the sling,
so I kind of twisted my legs sideways and let myself fall out the side.

I caught my balance and held myself up by one of the chains holding up the
sling.  I surveyed the wreckage--eight naked, wasted, sated studs, lying or
sitting this way and that on the floor, half conscious and without even the
energy to make themselves more comfortable.  I wandered over to the
refrigerator (painted black, to go with the general decor of the dungeon),
and helped myself to a bottled water.  That helped me immensely.  Ford saw me
drinking, and asked me to toss him a water.  Soon everyone was drinking,
everyone but Randy, who was snoring away on the floor.

The water seemed to revive us.  Some of the guys were wandering around the
dungeon, examining the various devices.  Brad was proudly showing off his
dungeon, his work of art.  I declared, "I'm hot and sweaty and scummy.  Can I
take a shower, Brad?"  Brad called back that I knew where everything was--I
did, and stumbled towards the bathroom.

Then everyone else wanted to take showers, clean up and get dressed.  Brad
told them he had a shower upstairs and they could take turns.  Blaine called
out, "And only one of you in the showers at a time!  We want to get home
tonight!"  I think everyone was so wasted and so sexed out that more sex in
the showers was the last thing anyone was thinking of.

I finished my shower and was toweling off when Vance came into the bathroom.
He saw me looking around and realized what was wrong.  "I'll go out and get
your clothes when I'm done here, Ian, if you want to wait."  Isn't puppy love
wonderful?  I kissed him and thanked him and said I'd wait.  I wrapped a
towel around my waist and went back into the dungeon proper.

Blaine and the rest of the guys, those who were not in the showers, were
helping Brad to clean up the dungeon.  There were mops and brooms and rags
everywhere as everything was wiped down, disinfected (more to stop any smells
than any diseases), toys were put away, and everything put back in order to
Brad's satisfaction  (he was having fun bossing everyone around; he may have
been submissive when he was having sex but sure was a queen bitch about his
dungeon!

Vance came out of the shower and got dressed.  He headed outside and came
back a couple of minutes later with my clothes so I could get dressed.  By
the time the last guy was dressed, the dungeon was spic and span.  Even the
floor was clean enough for someone to eat off of (since it was sometimes Brad
doing the eating off the floor, he made sure that it was spotless).  Brad had
gotten a paper bag for all of my toys, so we were about ready to leave.  We
said our good byes and thanks to Brad, piled into the van, and headed back
towards campus.

I sat down and leaned against one wall of the van.  Brad had thrown in a
couple of pillows and even a sleeping back, so most of the van's back was now
padded.  Vance lay on his side with his head in my lap, napping.  Randy kind
of plopped down in the middle of the mattress and was soon snoring away.
Kurt, too, managed to find some floor space and was kind of sleeping.  Ford
and Jeff leaned against the partitions separating the driver's and passengers
seats from the back of the van.  Ron, of course, was driving.  Blaine sat in
the passenger seat; he'd called, "Shotgun" before anyone else thought of it.

After a few miles of bouncing on the rough country road we hit the highway.
After a couple of minutes Rob called out, "Hey, I'm horny.  I want a blow job
from one of you guys."  After we'd protested a bit Rob pointed out, "I stayed
sober, well, I had one beer.  And I had no dope, so I could drive us all
home.  So now it's payback time.  Which one of you's gonna blow me?"

Jeff called out, "Randy would be happy to blow you."  He prodded the
half-awake Randy.  "Wouldn't you?"

Randy called over his shoulder, "Fuck you, and the horse you road in on."
That is not the brightest thing to say when you're lying flat on your
stomach, half zonked out of your mind."  In an instant Jeff had Randy's arms
behind him.  Randy struggled, and said, "Get off me, you big fuck," and other
epithets.  Since Jeff was stronger, and probably more sober, there wasn't
much Randy could do.

Jeff called out, "Hey, Ian, can I use your handcuffs?"  I looked up and said,
:Sure, use whatever you want."  Jeff looked around for the bag with my
presents.  Ford, grinning, reached into the bag, which was tucked into a
corner by his side, and pulled out the cuffs.  Jeff said, "Thanks," as he
took them and cuffed Randy's wrists behind his back.

Jeff flipped Randy onto his back.  Randy was cursing him all the while, until
Jeff leaned forward and whispered something in his ear.  We never did find
out what he said, but it shut Randy up.  Randy still struggled, but at least
he was quiet.  Jeff bent down and pulled off Randy's sneakers.  After a
moment's thought, he took off Randy's socks, too.  Jeff soon had Randy's
jeans and underwear down around his knees (Randy's, that is.)

Jeff called out to Ford, "Hand me the ball stretcher, will you?"  Randy
started struggling harder, but there wasn't much he could do.  Jeff took hold
of Randy's balls and stretched them down in his sac.  He then snapped the
stretcher on, then snapped the strap to separate Randy's balls.  Jeff found a
piece of string on the floor of the van, and tied it to the D-ring on the
ball separating strap.  He took an experimental tug, and Randy yelped.
Satisfied, Jeff proceeded to pull Randy's jeans and underwear off.

Jeff turned Randy back onto his stomach.  "I'm going to take the handcuffs
off," he said.  "But you're not going to do anything, are you?"  As he said
this he reached between Randy's legs and took hold of the string attached to
his balls.  He tugged gently.

"I'll behave," Randy muttered.

With that, Jeff unlocked the handcuffs and bade Randy to sit up.  Randy made
a show of massaging  his wrists, sort of stalling for time.  Jeff called to
Blaine, "Hey, Blaine, open a window."  We felt the rush of the wind as Blaine
cranked down the window.  I guess he thought we wanted some air back there.
It DID feel good; it was a surprisingly warn night.

Jeff untangled Randy's underwear from his jeans.  He got up and lurched
towards where Blaine was sitting.  He handed the underwear to Blaine.  Before
Randy could even say, "Hey!" Blaine had tossed the underwear out the window.
Jeff turned to Randy and said, "Your pants are next, if you don't behave."
He then turned to Blaine and said, "Can you come back here so I can sit
there?"

Blaine got up and squeezed past Jeff and sat down close to Vance's
outstretched legs.  Jeff started for the passenger seat then stopped.  "I
almost forgot," he said.  He bent and took hold of the string and pulled.
"Come up here with me," he ordered Randy.  "Rob's horny and you're going to
take care of him.  Now, I'm going to sit and you're going sit on my lap.
We'll go from there."

Jeff sat down and Randy sort of fell onto him.  Jeff told him, "Now reach
over and undo Rob's sneakers.  And be careful--we don't want an accident."

Rob said, "Just a minute.  I want to get the cruise control on."  We felt the
van slow down, then accelerate as the cruise control took hold.  "I'm ready,"
he said, and picked up his feet.

Randy bent over and undid one sneaker and got it off.  Rob wiggled his toes.
Randy got the message and pulled off his sock.  Rob's other sneaker and sock
soon followed.  Randy then reached for Rob's belt.  With some effort, he
undid Rob's jeans and slid them down his legs.  (YOU try doing that some time
to your driver, without having an accident.")  Rob's underwear soon followed.
 As expected, Rob's cock was rock hard in anticipation.

Rob spread his legs and leaned back, one hand on the wheel and the other
ready to guide Randy's head onto his cock.  Jeff braced Randy and kind of
pushed him forward onto the engine housing between the front seats of the
van.  Randy leaned forward and, with some effort, got his mouth around Rob's
cock.

With the first suck the van swerved; I guess Rob wasn't quite ready for the
sensation.  The van steadied, as did Randy's tempo of sucking.  Rob held
Randy's head and guided it up and down.  Every once in a while he said
something like, "Less teeth," or "Suck harder," or "Swirl your tongue around
the head."  Rob even tilted the seat back and kind of shoved out his hips and
demanded, "Suck on my balls."  That proved uncomfortable for both the sucker
and the suckee, and Rob soon sat back down and straightened the seat back and
demanded, "Suck on my cock some more.  Mmmmm."

Once Jeff determined that Randy had his balance, there wasn't much for him to
do, so he decided to explore a little.  He called to the back of the van,
"Somebody toss me some lube."  Someone did.  Jeff slicked up a couple of
fingers on his right hand and started running them up and down Randy's ass
crack.  With surprising little effort, first one finger, then a second
finger, was inserted.  Jeff pulled his hand back, then slid the fingers back
in.  Soon he was finger-fucking Randy in time to Randy's sucking on Rob's
cock.

Jeff reached under Randy's belly and found his cock.  For a straight boy
Randy seemed to be enjoying himself.  His cock was rock hard and even
dripping.  Jeff moved the ball stretcher out of the way and started rubbing
Randy's cock.  Randy sucked in his gut and rearranged his weight and soon
Jeff had enough room to jerk him off for real.

So there they were, going down the highway, the driver getting sucked, and
one of the passengers simultaneously sucking, getting a hand job, and getting
his asshole worked over.  What a sight it must have been for the occasional
oncoming driver whose lights lit up the front of the van!  Lucky for us there
were no cops around.

Ford decided he had to do something.  He searched around the floor of the van
`til he found something, then stood up and headed for the front of the van.
"Smile!" he yelled, and a flash of light filled the van as he snapped a
picture of Randy sucking on Rob's cock.  The van swerved, and Rob cursed as
his night-vision left him.

"Sorry," Ford said, but he didn't sound very contrite.  "I just wanted to
catch TKEs at play for posterity.  I should of warned you."  Ford paused and
said, "Ready?  I want to get a picture of the three of you.  It'll make a
great picture, with Randy sucking at one end and getting fucked--well,
finger-fucked--at the other.  I can call it, `Straight boy at play.'  What do
you say, Randy?"  Just as Randy pulled his head up from Rob's cock, Ford took
his picture.  (By the way, it turned out great.  A small stream of pre-cum
ran from Randy's lips to the tip of Rob's cock.  And the light was somehow
just right to catch Jeff's fingers half out of Randy's ass.  Even the fact
that straight-boy Randy was rock hard could be seen in living color.)  After
Ford had gotten a couple of more close-ups--at both ends of Randy--he went
back to the back of the van and sat down, humming to himself.

A couple of minutes later and Rob said, loud enough for us in the back to
hear, "I'm getting close.  Slow down, I want it to last."  Randy slowed down,
but Jeff kept on working on his cock and ass.  Every once in a while Randy
gave a groan of pleasure as Jeff probed his hole.  Jeff soon learned where to
poke, and then Randy was almost a continuous groan of pleasure.

In the meantime, Blaine had sat down along the side of the van where Vance
was now sleeping on his side with his head in my lap.  My hand rested on his
shoulder as I sat and dozed.  Blaine, never a shy one, was soon rubbing
Vance's leg.  When Vance did not resist (he was sleeping!) Blaine got bolder,
and slid along in front of him.  He slowly undid Vance's belt.  Still Vance
didn't protest, so Blaine started working on the buttons of Vance's jeans.

Blaine folded apart the flaps of Vance's jeans, then paused, as if trying to
decide how to proceed.  Vance opened one eye--maybe he WAS only napping--and
gave a sort of grin.  He wiggled his hips a bit, then twisted so as to take
some of the weight off them.  Blaine got the hint, and started pushing
Vance's jeans down to his knees.  He then worked Vance's underwear down.

A cute--but hard--cock, plus Vance's enormous balls, were soon getting a
tongue bath from Blaine's talented tongue.  Vance gave little puppy dog
whimpers of pleasure.  Blaine kept licking and lapping, then started sucking
Vance in earnest as he heard Rob call out from the front that he was getting
close.  Ford, of course, moved in and got a couple of shots of Blaine doing
Vance.  They're now in my scrapbook, just below the shots of Randy.

So then it was a race, not to see which of the three--Rob, Randy, or
Vance--would come FIRST, but whether they could come TOGETHER (we fraternity
brothers like to do things together!)  Randy started sucking again harder and
faster as he felt himself getting close.  Jeff by now had THREE fingers up
his ass, and quickened HIS pace on both Randy's ass and cock.  Blaine sucked
on Vance's cock for all he was worth.

Rob almost lost control of the van as he yelled (loud enough to wake up Kurt,
who'd been snoring through this mini-orgy), "I'm coming!  Take it all!"
Randy, too, kind of yelled, as best he could with a cock down his throat.
Jeff had the presence to grab a couple of napkins and shove them under Randy
as he felt him spewing forth HIS juice.  A couple of seconds later, well
before Rob, the first to start, had finished cumming, Vance started spurting.
 Blaine didn't have to be told to swallow it all.  Blaine LOVES cum, his or
anyone else's.

Well, the mini-orgy was soon at an end.  Rob said, "Empty my balls
completely.  I don't want anything left to drip."  Randy stayed sucking on
Rob's balls for another few miles.  Jeff sat back, figuring Randy could clean
up his own cum-filled napkins.  Jeff HAD left a couple of napkins for
himself, with which he wiped the lube off his hand.  Blaine, of course, left
nothing in Vance's balls to drip, milking them for every last drop `til Vance
reached down to push his head away.  Blaine pulled back, and Vance reached
down to pull up his underwear and jeans.  Blaine leaned forward to kiss
Vance's cock one last time, them helped Vance to get decent again.