Date: Sun, 5 Sep 2004 06:00:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fup Duck <fupduckmd@yahoo.com>
Subject: Under Pressure 26

STANDARD DISCLAIMER: 1.  If it's illegal - don't.  2.  If you can't accept
it - don't.  3.  If you're underage - don't.  That about covers it.

REALISTIC DISCLAIMER: Be safe, ok?

<runs from stage right, slides past center stage, sheepishly walks back to
the mic, gives embarrassed grin, and says...>

Here is Chapter 26, enjoy.

Fup

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FROM CHAPTER 25

"Hey, we gotta get back, don't want to get in trouble and, 'We have school
tomorrow'," imitating his mother's voice, making Bobby laugh.  They turned
around and started back, weaving around each other and imaginary obstacles,
enjoying the last few minutes of freedom they had left for the day.


UNDER PRESSURE 26 - Prisoner Of War

His Saturday morning ritual complete, clean room, dirty clothes in the
hamper, mow the grass, then a shower, David was sitting on the picnic table
after lunch, reading a book and sipping a Pepsi.  He had seen Bobby earlier
and he was helping his dad do some yard work.  The boys waved at each
other, anticipating their game of War later in the afternoon.

He was so engrossed in his reading, he didn't hear Lynn come up behind him.
"David," she asked, "can I play War with you guys too?  I don't have
anything else to do and I'm bored."

Lynn had changed a little over the last year.  She was still a pain, but
after realizing that she couldn't goad her brother into fights, she was
actually becoming pretty cool.  And, he thought grinning, she liked Bobby.

Startled a little at her intrusion, David jerked his head toward her, and
snapped, "Don't sneak up on me like that!  Almost scared the piss out of
me!"

Gaping at her brothers language, she said, "You said a cuss word.  I'm
gonna tell."

Well, maybe she WASN'T becoming cool.  David had been using cuss words for
a while now, between hearing them in school and at Scouts.  Kelly called it
'talking dirty.'  He made a conscious effort to not use them around his
family, but he slipped when Lynn surprised him.

"Look, Lynn, Bobby and I have this already planned, and he invited ME, so I
can't really ask him to let you play now."  Then, thinking fast, "But if
you don't tell I cussed, I'll ask Bobby if you can play next time, ok?"
Crossing his fingers mentally, he waited.

Lynn thought about it a while.  Then she smiled and said, "Ok, Davie (he
hated that name and she knew it), just make sure you ask, or I WILL tell."

Gritting his teeth at her use of the hated nickname, he smiled and held out
his hand for her to smack, "Deal."

She gave him 'five' and went inside to play with her Barbies.  Hearing his
mom telling her to go outside to play ("No sense being a housebaby on such
a nice day."), he sighed in relief.  He'd really have to watch his language
more carefully.  Still catching no sign of Bobby, he returned to his book.
He heard Lynn exit the front door to play Barbies on the front porch.

After almost an hour, he Bobby yelling his name from his yard.  He closed
the book, grinned at Bobby, and yelled, "Ok, hold on, gotta get my stuff."
He rushed inside to get his BB gun and canteen - normally their games of
War ended up with them wandering around the fields behind their houses on
'seek and destroy' missions.  After suffering through the typical
admonishments to be careful with the gun and not shoot anything alive from
his mom, Sergeant David was out the door.

Walking quickly to Bobby's house and greeting 'General Bob' with a salute,
he grinned and asked, "We ready?"

The younger boy grinned (it was cool that David let him be the General),
and replied, "Yes, Sergeant, I've been told that the enemy is coming closer
to our fortress, we need to stop them."

"Yes sir," David saluted with a smile.

The boys headed off into the fields and fencerow, shooting at the enemy
scouts (cans and bottles that had been discarded by the litterbugs in the
neighborhood.  After over an hour of 'killing the enemy', the boys took a
break, sitting on a tree stump.

"This is getting boring," Bobby complained.

"Sorta, yeah."

"Maybe we could be on different sides?"

David thought about it for a few seconds, "Yeah, but we can't shoot each
other."

Bobby giggled, "No, dummy, I mean we could sneak around and like capture
the other guy then torture him for secrets."

David smiled.  This could be fun.  Torture, huh?  He wondered if Bobby's
mind was on the same track as his.  When he looked over at the boy, Bobby
was grinning.  It looked that way.

"Ok, sounds like a cool idea.  Who's first?" he asked.

"Well, since I'm the General, you get captured first."

"Ok."

Bobby stood up, and in as mean a voice as he could muster, said, "Ok,
you're my prisoner, put your gun down, and get up slowly with your hands
over your head."

David smiled and did as Bobby ordered.

"Now turn around, and no funny stuff."

When David turned around, hands above his head, Bobby picked up his BB gun
and then ordered, "Now, march.  I'm taking you to the torture chamber."

Assuming he meant the treehouse, David started walking.  They headed back
to the 'fort' with Bobby poking David's back with a stick, growling orders
at his captive.  Coming out of the field, they noticed Betsy watching them
with a grin on her face.

"Captured, huh?" she yelled at David.

"Yeah, win some, lose some."

She laughed, "Well, if I could 'borrow' your captor for a minute, I need to
tell him something."

"Mooommmm, we're busy."

Shaking her head, she walked up to the boys, "Bobby, I need to run in town
for a few minutes.  Your dad is at the Flanigan's (next door), so if you
have any problems, go there, ok?"

Bobby nodded his head, poking David in the back with the stick again.  Then
he turned to his mom, "Can't trust the enemy for a minute."

"You're right, sir," she laughed, "now be good, or the General will be in
deep trouble when I get back."

"Ok, mom, see ya later."

Waving over her shoulder, she walked back to her car and drove off.
Focusing his attention on his captive again, Bobby ordered, "Ok, slime, up
into the torture chamber, and no trying to get away."

Getting away was the furthest thought from David's mind as he climbed up to
the porch of the treehouse, he was about half hard wondering where this was
going to go.  Opening the door, Bobby pushed his prisoner into the 'torture
chamber.'

"Now, you're going to tell me where the secret hideout is," growled Bobby.

"No I'm not," David replied gruffly, smiling.

Bobby motioned him toward the bed, "Well then I guess I'll have to torture
it out of you."  Then he whispered. "Lay down and pretend you're tied up."

David nodded, and laid on the bed, stretching his arms above his head and
spreading his legs as if they were tied to the bottom of the mattress.
Bobby set the guns in a corner and stalked toward his captive.

Looking down into David's face, he ordered, "Tell me now!"

"No."

Bobby walked over to the door and closed it, then approached David with the
stick again.  Standing over David once again, he said, "Well, since you
won't tell me, then I'll just have to do this..."  He poked David in the
side with the stick.

David yelped, that tickled!, and glared back up at Bobby, "You'll have to
do better than that, I'll never tell."

Bobby kept poking his sides with the stick, and David tried to keep from
laughing as he said, "You'll never get it out of me."

The younger boy put the stick on the nearest chair, and put his hand on
David's crotch, squeezing it.

"Ouch, Bobby, that hurt!  Not so hard."

Apologizing profusely, Bobby backed away.

"Hey, it's ok, man, just not so hard."

Grinning, Bobby slipped back into character, and began the 'torture' again,
this time a little more gently.  He lowered his voice and said, "You're
gonna tell me what I need to know."

Under Bobby's hand, David started getting hard.  Bobby felt the older boy's
dick respond to his hand and gently squeezed again through David's shorts.

"Tell me, or it gets worse."

"No way, I'm not telling you anything."

Bobby sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand still on David's now hard
groin.  He reached for David's snap with the other, giving him a
questioning look.

Answering the unasked question, staying in character, he replied, "Do what
you have to do, but I'm not telling you anything."

"Ok, then, don't say I didn't warn you," Bobby said, back into the game.

He unsnapped David's shorts and pulled down the zipper.  Then slid the
shorts down as far as they could go with David's legs spread.  He replaced
his hand on David's underwear, and said, "Now tell me."

David, enjoying this attention, closed his eyes and whispered, "No."

"Ok, then, I gave you your chance."

Bobby then grabbed the waistband of David's briefs and slid them down,
lifting the front away from the boy's hardon so it wouldn't scrape it.
Then he put his hand back and started rubbing, almost chanting, "Tell me,
tell me."

"No, I'm not going to tell you anything," David gasped.

Bobby's hand then wrapped around David's hardness and resumed stroking,
"You're gonna tell me everything you know."

"Nnno."

Bobby kept on stroking, ordering David to give him his information.
David's denials came more infrequently.  Then, "Bobby, you'd better stop."

But Bobby started stroking faster, "Tell me what I need to know."

"Nooo."

Soon Bobby's 'torture' was too much.  David softly groaned and arched his
hips as he shot his release almost to his chest in two strong jets - which
soaked into his t-shirt, then pulsed the rest down his shaft.  Bobby had
removed his hand just as he started cumming so he wouldn't get messy, and
watched as the older boy orgasmed with a smile on his face.

As David lay gasping, Bobby said, "Told ya I'd torture you."

"Yeah...you...did."

Bobby giggled then pouted, "But I didn't get any information."

David, now recovered, but still flushed, opened his eyes and said, "Well,
you'll have to try again sometime."

"Yeah, I guess so," the 'General' grinned back.  "Wow, that was pretty
cool.  I thought you were gonna have a heart attack or something."

David pulled up his underwear and shorts, coming up with his plan.
Sighing, he sat up beside Bobby and said, "Man, that tired me out."

"Oh...," Bobby began, then found himself flat on his back, David squatting
over him, pushing his arms over his head, grinning evilly.

"Now, I've got you!  You shouldn't have untied me, soldier boy."

"Wha..?"  Then realizing what was going on, Bobby grinned.  "You think
you're so smart, slime, don't ya?"

David, holding Bobby's wrists together with one hand, moved the other to
his armpits, poking gently, "Tell me where the map is."

Bobby was giggling and writhing under him, denying knowing anything about a
map.  David slid his hand up under Bobby's t-shirt, pushing it up, exposing
his tanned chest and dime sized nipples.  He started poking, then running
his finger over them as they hardened, "Tell me what I want to know, now."

Bobby, still giggling and writhing, answered, "You'll never get it out of
me."

"Well then, I guess other measures are needed."

He tickled Bobby's side for a few seconds, then slid his butt over Bobby's
knees, unsnapping the shorts and stripping the boy's shorts and underwear
down to his thighs.  Grinning at Bobby, who was now settling down a little
- anticipating further 'torture', David began to play with Bobby's hairless
dick until it was hard.  Then he started squeezing it between his thumb and
finger.

"Tell me where the map is."

"Nuh uh," mumbled the boy.

David continued playing with the hard little penis of his captive, rubbing
it slowly, then he ran his fingers down to the smooth sac below.  He was
somewhat surprised to feel two balls in the sac now.  Good, he thought,
something else to play with.  He ran his fingers over the little balls,
moving them around gently.  Bobby had stopped writhing and was laying
somewhat motionless now, enjoying the attention and feelings he was getting
from David's fingers.  David slid off the boy, kneeling on the floor.
Bobby's eyes were closed and his arms were still above his head, breathing
through his half-opened mouth.  David laid one arm across the boy's chest
and one across his thighs, sliding that hand back up to the boy's hard
little dick.

"You gonna tell me now?" he whispered.

"Nuh uh."

"Ok, then, I guess there's no other choice," David replied, then quickly
took the boy's dick into his mouth.

Bobby jerked, and pulled away from David's mouth.  Covering his wet boner
with one hand, he asked, "What are you doing?"

Somewhat taken aback, David answered, "Just trying to get information."

Bobby stared at David, obviously the game was over.  "Well, don't do that,
ok?  It feels too weird."

Disappointed, David stood up.  "Well, I guess I better go home."

"You don't have to," replied Bobby, "just don't do that anymore, ok?"

Noticing that the boy's dick was still hard, but not letting on, he said,
"Well it's getting late, and we can play some other time.  I'm sorry for
doing that."

"You really don't have to go, really.  I'm not mad or anything, it just
felt weird."

"Hey, it's ok, man, I had a good time," David smiled.  "No big deal.  But I
oughta get home."

"Well, ok, if you have to," answered Bobby, pulling up his underwear and
shorts shoulders slumped.  He looked up at David, "We gonna play again
sometime?"

"Sure, man, I told you that.  Just got a little carried away this time,
that's all, I'm sorry."

"It's ok, I guess."  Then grinning, "Next time we'll use rope and stuff."

"Maybe," grinned David.

"You're not mad?"

"No, Bobby, I'm not mad.  Just thought you'd like that."

"Oh, ok.  Maybe next weekend we can play again?"

"Ummmm, I don't know, I'll see what's going on, ok?"

"Cool," Bobby was back to his normal self by now.  "I hope so."

David held out his little finger.  Bobby smiled and wrapped his around it
and squeezed.

"Yeah, cool."  David said, heading for the door, picking up his BB gun from
the corner.  "I had a good time man."

"Yeah, me too.  See ya later, ok?"

"You bet."  Then David was out the door and heading home.  Turning around,
he saw Bobby on the porch of the treehouse, waving.

"See ya!" he yelled.

David gave a thumbs up and continued walking home.  He put his gun away,
then retrieved his book from his bedroom, a Pepsi from the fridge, and went
back to the picnic table to read.  But his mind was on what had happened.
Why did he do that?  He had to admit, Bobby was cute.  All over, he
snickered to himself.  He seemed to like playing around, but why did he act
the way he did when David tried to suck him?  Maybe he really wasn't into
that part.  Maybe he just liked jacking each other off.  Personally, he
didn't want to kiss Bobby, I mean he didn't love him or anything, but he
DID care about the boy and liked hugging him and all that stuff.  Sighing,
he put his head down on his folded arms.  He'd just have to watch what he
did with the boy, that's all.  He guessed he was just worked up - all
revved up with no place to go, as his father said - and Bobby just happened
to be available.  But there was more to it than that really, he liked the
kid.  Shaking his head in his arms, he didn't know what to think.  He felt
bad for doing what he did to Bobby, and decided that from now on, he'd let
the younger boy take the lead when they 'played' together.  That way he
wouldn't screw up again.  Partially satisfied with his decision, he raised
his head, and reopened his book.  Arthur C. Clarke had never been this
boring.

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This will be the last chapter with Bobby for a while.  Bobby makes friends
with a kid about his age and disappears off the scope for a while - at
least in a sexual role.  The boys continue their wargames on and off, but
it never reaches the 'prisoner of war' stage until a little later.  And
Bobby is thinking about all this stuff too.

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