Date: Sat, 24 May 2003 20:37:59 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Jarrod Chapter 16

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 what you think of my story. JARROD. Chapter
16. The Punishment Post

In involuntary response to Kyle's butt-banging, Bart's mouth and tongue
worked feverishly over Jarrod's cock and took the boy off almost as quickly as Kyle
had pounded to glory. "Ooooh, ooh, boyfuck, gimme mouth, cocksucker. Eat me,
you fuck! Unnnngh,
ullnngh, oh, ahhhhhhh! Whuuuuhuh! Swaller my jam, boy, swaller it!" Jarrod
moaned.
 Bart was filled from both ends....sweating, locked down, happy for being the
cumdump for these two hot young boys. This is the kind of boy play he dreamed
about, when he had first blowed that middle schooler Monday.....and he needed
cock....all the time.
 Jarrod was rubbing his still-hard, spent and cum slick cock back and forth
across Bart's quivering lips, and swirling, cock-searching tongue......Kyle was
rubbing his semi-hard boyrod up and down Bart's wiggling, hunching
butt-pussy......

Jarrod. Chapter 16. The Punishment Post

The kids had been funnin' with Bart all afternoon, starting in the park
toilets, when he gave them an anonymous 'glory hole' suck.
When Bart came home with them, Kyle asked if he wanted to sleepover. When
Bart excitedly said he would, Kyle went for the portable phone, and Bart called
home to get the ok. Jarrod did, too.
For the moment, Jarrod and Kyle were coming down from the latest round with
Bart, who they still had locked in the stocks, in Kyle's backyard fort.
 Bart, with his head locked down, couldn't see what the kids were up to now.
There was some rufflin' and shufflin' amongst them, to and fro, and then they
were back near him, at the stocks, behind him. He heard some paper rustling,
or being opened, then he felt a hand rub fully around, then up and down,
gently, over his cock. Then a hand gathered his balls together, rolling them around
in his nutsack, in the palm. Then the hand pulled his hardening cock back
between his balls, through his legs, back behind him. "Close your legs tight,
Bart. Keep your cock out there behind you." Then.....it got quiet....nuthin'.
 Oh, oh. Bart felt it. What is that? At first it seemed like a tingle from
pisshole to butthole. Then he heard giggling, as he started to dimple his butt,
and flex, and squeeze his pussy tight, involuntarily. Oooooh, then he itched.
Then he itched like mad, and started to bob and bounce around from bare foot
to bare foot. His butt made little, quiver-circles around, and around. His
sticky-out-behind-him dick looked so weird, and cute, when he wiggled. He started
to hunch forward and back, and the boy giggles turned to laughter. Before he
was able to cry out from all the pleasure pain he was enduring, his boxers came
up from Jarrod's hand, and were stuffed into his mouth.
"Urlllllumpphhhheessshhmmphh," was all they heard through the underwear
stuffed mouth.
Jarrod helped Kyle up onto Bart's bare back. He gripped the top of the stock
and made like a buckin' bronco on top of Bart, hunching his boy dick into the
knots of his spine, giving himself the wierdest sensation. He didn't have to
do much bucking of his own, what with all the bouncin' around Bart was doing.
Jarrod laid down on the ground and slid under the stock so he could look up
into Bart's mouth-stuffed face, and squeal...."Itchin' powder,
dickweed....fuck-in' itching powder. Yur gonna squirm, and hunch, and wiggle, and squizzle, till
you cum quarts from all the tinglies driving you crazy."
 Bart's eyes went wide and a kind of fear took him over. Jarrod got up and
went behind Ky and Bart, and then started to finger fuck the both of them. Kyle
yelled, "Oh god, Jarrod, oh, I'm hump-jackin' my pud, and uh, uh, fuck me, oh,
uh, fuck me ohgod, ohmigod, I'm, uh, oh, I'm cumming...cummin', nnnnnghhuh,
woohooph, ah, awlmuhm." Kyle slumped to Bart's back, after gluing himself to it
with his joy boy jelly. He just turned his head to the side, cheek to back,
and rested, trying to get his breath...his body heaving on top of bronco Bart,
like a boy growth on his back.
 Bart was delirious. There were so many pleasures and wierds he was feelin',
his mind was in short circuit! His poor fuckin' kid body didn't know which
titillation to respond to, and he was bobbin' and wigglin' and buckin' out of
control. The stocks were rumbling and creaking from the pulling and pushing and
bangin' of its only captive....hanging in the throes of a wracking
unscratchable itch around his balls and cock, and the now two unrelenting Jarrod fingers
driving him to glory over and over from inside his boyhole. At once, his ass
muscles gripped Jarrod's fingers like a vice, his head snapped up as far as the
stock would let him. His hands balled into fists straining out of the stock,
and as his toes dug through the grass to the dirt beneath, he bucked, once,
twice, and the third time there was a gut wrenching groan, muffled into his
boxers gag, Kyle was all but thrown off his back, and he shot one of the most
violent cums he'd ever had against the facing of the stock. After 7 wild shots, he
was still oozing boy jam into the grass. Poor fucker, and he was still itchin'
from the fuckin' powder.
 In his dazed aftershot, he might, or might not, have heard Kyle wringing
water out of the rag, to wipe his balls and cock free of the incredible
itchy....after he was done, Kyle gave his balls and dick a wild two hand rub and
scratch that again drove Bart crazy, and they couldn't believe it...the fucker
cummed again, all over Ky's arm and hand from the relief given him by the all boy
scratch-a-balls.
 Now as Kyle flipped the latches, and freed Bart, they had to help him stand,
he was so stiff. Stiff is right, his cock was on the rail, again....Kyle got
his kiddie-boy grin, and got down on his knees in front of him, and started
jerkin' the kid off. Bart wasn't sure, in his short week of service, if any of
his tormentors had taken him off. It was unlikely. Given the fog he was usually
in when Casey and Shane and the others were all over him, he didn't have a
shot at remembering if anyone ever gave him pure release. He'd cum a few times
while being plowed, he was sure.
 Anyways, Kyle's  whippin' him was just fine. He started to buck, and lose
balance. Jarrod was behind him, and when he saw him buckling, he held him with
his hands around Bart's upper chest, not missing a chance to tweak the kid's
nips for him. As he reached peak, Bart's head snapped back into Jarrod's
shoulder. Jarrod nuzzled the kid's neck, and when he rotated toward Jar's face,
Jarrod just kissed him....hard, to the lips, pulling his tongue, and creating a
vacuum. Bart swooned. He needed that soooooo bad. A boy to love him. Some boy.
Any boy. And maybe....just maybe.....he had two boys......now! Ohhhhh...could it
really....truly be? Ohhh, he dared not hope.
 Kyle was wack-finishing him now, with his right fist a blur, as he pumped
with a dart throwing motion from directly in front of Bart. The kid shot off
over Kyle's right shoulder for the first three bursts. Kyle darted left, out of
the line of fire, and still pumped the whining, cumming, spasm-jerking high
school soph, till he begged him to stop, and slumped to his knees, with Jarrod
holding him from behind, sinking to the ground with him.
 Jarrod smiled at Kyle. They were proud of making this kid happy. That
dreadful, sadsack face he had on when they first asked him to come home with them
was gone.
 Kyle licked the kid's jam off his fingers and held his cum-soppy hand up to
Bart, who looked quizzically, then lurched forward, tongue first, and cleaned
the back of Kyle's hand of his own jizz.
 While Bart and Jarrod, remained back to front on the ground, Kyle took off
for the garage...soon returning with some ropes.
 Crinkling up his freckles around his nose, in his dimply-wicked smile, he
said, "Ok, pilgrim,
yer gonna pay the price!" in the worst 'John Wayne' ever heard.
 "Hand's up mothuh!" Kyle ordered, in that phony drawl.
 Smiling, Bart quickly responded, shooting his hands straight in the air.
Kyle snagged his wrists with the rope, and handed it to Jarrod to finish knotting.
 Then Kyle looped the longest piece around his neck, slipping it through a
pre-tied noose knot, by which he then tugged Bart up. When Bart's head bent off
to the side, Jarrod said, "What say, Igorrrrr!" They all laughed, with the
Frankenstein helper mimic.
 Slowly, they backwards-marched him to the punishment pole in the middle of
the fort.
Jarrod lashed the hand-rope to the hook on top of the pole, after shinnying
up top. Jumping down, he hard patted Bart in the belly, saying, "Yo is one
lashed up muhfuck, budd-oh!"
 Bart wasn't laughing. Kyle walked around the boy 3 times, spiraling the rope
tight around him, till he looped it around his cock and balls, then his big
toes, and then around his ankles, knotting it behind the post.
 With the loop tied around his cock, Kyle and Jarrod, took turns jacking him
up hard, tightening the rope around it. The strained expression on Bart's face
said it all. His socks in his mouth, secured by his T shirt, tied to the back
of his head....."Now I calls that, one secure pilgrim, podner," gloated Kyle.
He and Jarrod slapped hands, slapped Bart's belly, and with arms around their
shoulders, went through the gate, with Kyle saying, "Let's get us some grub,
eh?"
 The gate slammed shut. The outside latch fell in place.
 It was dark, everything went quiet out there in the desolate 'fort'. Bart
didn't know these kids after all. They could be as bad as the others....worse
even, if that's possible.
"Oh, god, why'd I fall for this? They were the first guys that seemed to like
me. That kid even kissed me! Ohhh! My first real kiss....and now...this."
There was light from the kitchen, up the stairs, and off the porch. Shit...he was
even getting damp and chilly from the dew already. Ohhh, his cock was getting
hard, and that rope, ohhhh, what had he done?
 Just when strain and fear was tiring him enough to close his eyes in a near
doze, he heard footsteps bounding down the stairs. He brightened when the gate
swung open, and Kyle yelled, "Brought you a hot dog, Bart. See...we didn't
forget you."
 Bart was ecstatic! He smiled through his gag, expecting it to be removed so
he could eat. Instead, Kyle kneeled down, found his pretty shaved pucker, and
glided a cooked and oiled hot dog, right up his chute. Then he stood right in
front of his face and said, "Listen, cocksucker, if that hotdog slips out, yer
in for it!" shaking a finger at him. "Got it?" Bart vigorously nodded. And
Kyle was gone again. The gate hung open....this time.
 Darker...and quieter still. The light in the kitchen went out. Bart's head
just hung down, and he kept squeezing his butt tight to hold the hotdog in
place. He curled his feet, and was standing on the out sides of 'em, his foot
bottoms facing each other. His arms were pulling taught because he was slumping at
the pole, and they hurt, and felt like they were starting to get tingly, or
numb, or both.
 Bart whimpered a little after while, and hung his head, and, and, "Omigod,"
he thought, "I'm losing the hotdog. I'm in deep shit again."
 Sure enough, the hotdog slid out of his asshole, but.....hey, "Ohhhhh," he
moaned from deep inside him, through the muffling gag. "Errrmph," he blurted,
his cock was in something......a mouth! Jarrod was on his knees eating Bart's
cock. Kyle's tongue was up his ass. After a few seconds they both stood with
hands and fingers smoothing all over him, and Kyle yanked the gag from his head
and mouth....and held up the hotdog, and said, "It was up your ass, do you
still want it." Bart didn't care, he was so happy, the fucking kid would eat
shit.
 After he ate it bite after bite, from Ky's hand feeding, Kyle told
him...."That wasn't out of your ass buttwipe, I brought you a fresh one....and there's
a whole dinner plate here for you, in a candle warmer and everything, from my
mom. But, you have to earn it."
 "God. You guys are the greatest! What? I'll do anything just to
be....uhhm....you know, being here with yuhz."
 "Well, okay, then," said Jarrod. Kyle went back and tongued his pussy, while
Jarrod blew him till he shot another most wicked cum of his boylife, through
his rope-tied cock.
 Jarrod did the untying, and threw a blanket over Bart's back, while Kyle lit
a small fire with some kindling and firewood. They all sat around the fire
while Bart ate, and they talked and talked into the night.
 Jarrod had asked him, as they lay down all talked out...."So, Bart, how many
dicks dju do at that park shitter?"
 "You two kids were my onlies."
 "No kiddin'?" Ky said.
 "No kiddin'. My first and only customers." They all laughed.
 "Bud, we got a big night planned...up there," Kyle pointed to the treehouse,
which Bart couldn't see in the dark.
 "Whut, Kyle?"
 "Treehouse, dude. That's where we're sleepin' tonight."
 Bart couldn't wait. He was beside himself, in glee with having these new
friends who hadn't let him down after all.

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