Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2011 18:41:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Becoming My Brother's Slave

As I laid on the filthy mattress in the corner of the abandoned warehouse,
I thought about how I had ended up here and when it would end.  Eight guys
had just finished gang banging my ass and feeding me cum and piss at the
other end.  I had a ratty blanket that I could cover myself with; that was
about it.  There was a bucket in the corner if I had to take a dump, and a
jug next to it, if I had to piss.  I was allowed to clean myself up some
with wet wipes and such, but not much.

It had started just as summer started.  I had the summer off from work, and
had come home to visit my parents and my younger half brother.  I was 22
and he was 16; he was my mom's son by a different dad.

And we were totally different.  I was thin but fit.  I mean I could jog
several miles a day, but I was not an olympic champion by any means.  I was
6' 2" tall and 168 lbs.  I had a bit of hair across my chest and a trail
down my stomach, and I was pale, with contrasting dark hair.  I worked
inside in a college lab, but spent a little time outside running and such,
but didn't pick up much of a tan.

My brother, Steve, was just the opposite.  He was the typical football
jock.  Blond hair, smooth, hardly any hair.  He stood an inch taller than
me, and weighed about 12 to 15 pounds more than me; but he was all muscle;
not body building kind, but the athletic build of a young quarterback.  His
pecs were well developed, and his waist tapered down, and he had a
pronounced belt of atlas around his waist.  His legs were powerful, and his
butt was well muscled to drive the legs.

I hadn't seen him naked in a long time, but I had seen him in wet swim
trunks, and had seen his tight ass.

I was not sexually active; and I knew I was supposed to like girls, but I
seemed to watch the guys more in the porn vids.  Lately, I had been
checking out some of the gay porn to see what I thought about it.  I hadn't
had a chance to have any actual experience; just porn and my palm to get
through the days.

I was going to be home for the summer.  When I got home, I found that my
parents were going to leave almost immediately on an extended vacation.
They figured since I was going to be home, I would watch out for Steve, and
take care of the house.

I was kind of pissed that I wasn't going to get to see my mom much during
the summer, and I didn't know how Steve was going to take to having me
watching over him.  Who wants an older brother, and worse yet, a
step-brother. in charge?

I settled into my old room.  I had to share a connecting bathroom with
Steve, who had the bedroom on the other side.  I set up my laptop and put
away clothes.  After a family dinner and some visiting, I went back to my
room, while my parents went to finish packing, and Steve went off to play
some computer game.

I kept the door to the bathroom closed on my side, in case Steve came into
use it.  When I used it, I closed and locked the door on his side.  It was
getting late, and the house had gone quiet, so I decided it was safe to
surf some porn and jerk off.  I lay down on my bed, with the laptop beside
me, and found a couple of good sites.  I had pushed my boxers down to my
ankles and pulled off my t-shirt.  I liked having a free hand to rove over
my body and to play with my balls, while the other one did the work.

I had a list of bookmarks of hot vids stored in a file, and a collection of
pictures in a folder, hidden down several layers in my hard drive.  I also
had a favorite site for porn stories, and a few of my favorites that I
always checked to see if there were new chapters.

So I had plenty of fodder for my imagination, as I took matters in hand,
and began to wank out a nice pleasurable session.  My favorites in porn had
recently become hot guys jerking off for another guy; preferably, only the
guy jacking would be naked.

My perfect man, as I recently had begun to visualize him, was a nearly
hairless man in great physical shape; one who had washboard abs and a
developed chest, but not overly muscled.  I liked the ones with definition
enough to see the small feather-like muscles along the sides . . . serratas
anterior muscles, I think they are called; in other words, very little body
fat.

Also, just a bit of hair at the base of the cock and balls; the rest was
all smooth.  And it didn't matter what color hair was on their head, or
what color their eyes were, but blond and blue didn't hurt.

My session was very pleasurable, and I used my cum rag sock to clean up the
puddles on my chest.  I lay there for a bit in the afterglow of the
feelings that still lingered in my body.

I got up, put everything away, pulled up my boxers, and headed to the
bathroom.  I whispered, "Steve?" just to make sure.  There was no light
coming from under the door.  I went in, closed the door on his side, lifted
the lid and seat, and tried to quietly take a leak.  I pointed it at the
side of the bowl, so I wouldn't make the race horse pissing sound that I
had been kidded about in college.

If it just came out in a gush, and hit it a toilet bowl, it could sound
like a rushing water fall or ... a race horse pissing!  I shook off the
last drops, put the lid and seat back down, and debated about flushing the
toilet; it was only pee, and I didn't want to wake him up.

But I didn't know what he would think, coming in the next morning and
finding a bowl filled with piss.  So I flushed, and went back to my room,
closing the doors.  I read for a bit before falling asleep.

In the morning, I woke to a knock on my door, and Steve (I think) saying,
"Breakfast is ready."  I got out of bed, pulled on some shorts, and, before
zipping them up, headed to the bathroom to take my morning leak.  It also
helped bring down my morning wood.

After flushing, and washing my hands, I zipped up my shorts and put on a
t-shirt.  I slipped on some flip flops, and headed down to breakfast.
Everyone was there . . . Mom and Ted (Steve's dad), and Steve were sitting
at the breakfast table.  Coffee was poured and bowls were placed about.
Cereal boxes, bananas, sugar, and milk were all out.

We chatted, mostly about their trip.  Steve asked how I slept.  I said,
"Great, thanks," and fixed myself breakfast.

After breakfast, they jumped in their already packed car and headed out.
That left Steve's car and a scooter at the house.  I was hoping I would be
able to borrow Steve's car occasionally, or maybe we could go someplace
together.  I would have to find out what he was interested in besides
football.

Steve headed up to his room after they left, and I cleaned up the kitchen.
I sat and read the paper for a bit, and finished my coffee.  I checked out
what was playing at the theaters to see if there was anything that might
interest Steve.

"Bud," Steve said.  He never called me by my real name, just `Bud.'  I
looked up to see him walking into the kitchen.  He was carrying my laptop.
I wondered what he was doing with that.

"What's up?  Why do you have my laptop?" I asked, in my best
non-confrontational voice.

"I didn't know my step-brother was a faggot!" he said.  He put the laptop
on the table and turned it so I could see the image on the screen.  He had
set up a slide show of the all my pics.

I tried to bluff my way out of it.  "Probably my roommates did that.  They
were always punking around with people's computers."

Steve smiled.  I actually looked at him then.  He was wearing one of those
t-shirts with the arms cut off - muscle shirts, I guess they are called,
and a pair of gym shorts.  His tan biceps were definitely on display, as he
stood there with a crooked smile on his face.

"Well, I might believe that, if I hadn't seen this last night."  He typed
some stuff on the laptop, and used the touchpad, and I was soon seeing a
full color video of me jerking off to the pictures he had just shown.

I went beet red, and he chuckled.  "So you are a faggot!"  He left the
video playing.  "Now that we have that settled, let me set a few ground
rules for the summer."

I started to sit up and say something, but he said, "Be quiet and listen.
Unless you want your mom and my dad, and everyone else on your e-mail list,
seeing this video, you will do exactly what I say all summer long until my
parents get back."  I noticed he didn't say our parents.  "I am in charge
and anything I say goes.  Do you understand?"

I figured this would mean doing all the cleaning around the house, cooking,
cleaning, shopping, and probably buying him and his friends beer; and I
really didn't have a choice.  This was not how I wanted anyone to find out
that I am gay.

"Yes," I said in a begrudging voice.  , His voice rose in volume and in
force, as he said, "You will call me `Sir' when you answer me. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, meekly deciding to play along with his game.

"You will do what I ask, when I ask, or you will be punished.  I have a
nice belt that my dad used once or twice on me, when I was 5 or 6, that
will do fine to administer your punishment."

I hesitated and, seeing the look on his face, said, "Yes, Sir."

"Stand up," he said.  I put down the paper and coffee cup, and stood up.

He came over and cupped my dick and balls through my shorts.  "This getting
you hot big brother?"  Not until he started fondling me.  He smiled, when
he felt me begin to swell.  He walked around and squeezed my buns in his
hands.

"Okay, hands behind your head."  I moved to comply, and got a soft slap
across my face.

"You will respond with, 'Yes, Sir,' when I give you an instruction.  Is
that clear?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, in a whiney kind of voice. I got another slap, a little
harder this time.

"And no attitude! Understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, in the best military voice I could produce.

"That's better."  He reached into the pocket of my shorts, and pulled out
my phone. He smiled when he saw it was the latest model. "Cool! We are
definitely trading sim cards!"

He started typing away on it.  When he was finished, he stood looking at
me.  "Spread your feet a little wider."

"Yes, Sir," I said, as I moved my legs further apart.

"Kick off those flip flops."

"Yes, Sir," I said, as I kicked them off and moved back to the spread leg
position.

The doorbell rang, and Steve yelled out, "Come in!"  I really didn't want
to be standing here in this position when someone else came in, but I
figured I could put up with his little macho deal for a while longer.  How
bad could it get?

"We got your text and headed right over," said the sandy blond kid that
came bounding into the kitchen area.  There were three other guys with him.
"Jim, Fred, and Phil were over, and you said to bring anyone over that was
around, too."

He looked from Steve to me, and then back to Steve. "So what's up?  You
said something about a surprise." He looked at me again and said, "Why is
he standing like that?"

Steve smiled, and looked at me, and then at the guys. "This is Bud, my
step-brother.  He is here for the summer, and he has volunteered to be my
slave for the summer.  He will do whatever I ask him to do."

"What? Isn't he like 22 or something?"

"Yes, he is, but he is a faggot, and wants to be my slave. I guess he is
all hot for my body, and said he would do anything, if I would let him suck
my dick!"

I blushed, as he humiliated me.  "Isn't that right, bud?"

"Yes, Sir," I managed.

The guys started laughing at that.  Steve called the one who had talked,
Blade, and said, "You know I can do whatever I want to him and he won't
complain."

With that, Steve kneed me in the nuts, and I doubled over and fell to my
knees.  The guys roared again.  "Isn't that right?  I can do whatever I
want to you?"

"Yes, Sir," I managed, as I gasped for breath, and held my nuts.

"Stand up!"  Steve commanded, and I struggled to my feet, and to put my
hands behind my head.  I kept flinching, because I knew he was going to
knee me again.

Blade said, "Will he let us do anything to him, too? And can we make him do
things?"

Steve looked at me, smiled and said, "Sure.  I know he would enjoy doing
whatever you guys say, as well, and let you do anything to him, as well."
He was holding my chin up and looking into my face.

"My only stipulation is that it can't be anything that is permanent, or
anything that shows."  He smiled again and said, "That's okay with you,
isn't it, bud?"

"Yes, Sir," figuring I had no choice in the matter.  I didn't want to, but
I didn't really feel I had other options.  If I refused, he would just send
off the e-mail.

They laughed and said, "Right on!" and "This is going to be fun!"

"What are we going to do first?" Blade asked.

I trembled at the thought of what he would suggest.  I was finding out that
Steve had a real wicked streak in him that I had never seen before.

Steve went over to a kitchen drawer.  I heard him sorting through things.
Whatever he brought back caused more chuckles from the guys.

I felt him tug at my shirt sleeve, and realized that he was cutting it
along the bottom of the sleeve and then down the side.  He repeated it on
the other side, and then cut a slit up to my neck.  He then pulled off the
cloth leaving me without a shirt.

The guys laughed at my thin chest.  I was a wiry guy from running, but no
match for these athletes.  Blade ran his hand across my chest.  "A bit of
hair for such a wimp of a guy!"

"We'll take care of that, later," Steve said, and I trembled again,
wondering what `take care of' meant.  Next, he used the scissors on my
shorts, and cut them and my boxers off in short order.  Now I stood before
the five guys completely naked.  They all chuckled at my predicament.

"Not a very big dick," Blade said, pointing to my half erect dick.  "And
look at those puny balls."

My dick was about average, I thought, and so were my balls, from what I had
seen on line, but I knew then that I would never get them to admit it.  My
dick began to rise and swell, as all the attention was focused on it.

Soon, it was pointing towards the ceiling, and the guys were laughing.
"Look, he likes it!" Steve said.  He slapped my dick down and let it snap
up against my stomach.  I flinched at the ache that it caused.  That made
the guys laugh even more.

"Let's see if it works," Steve said.  "Jerk off for us, Bud."  He had his
wicked smile back.

I started to protest, but figured the sooner I got this over with, the
better.  I started stroking my dick.  "Look! He is actually doing it!  He
is jerking off in front of a bunch of teenagers!"

I closed my eyes, so I could imagine something else.  "Open your eyes and
look at us while you pound your cock," Steve said.  He looked at the clock
on the wall and said, "And you have only two more minutes to cum!"

I went to work furiously on my dick, then, and kept my eyes open, but
averted them from looking at any of them.  "Look at Blade," Steve said.
There was a smirk on his face, as he watched me stroking my dick.  He made
me look at each boy in turn, as I worked on my cock.

I felt the wave building, and knew that it would't be long now.  I let out
a long moan that built, as I reached that pinnacle of pleasure. I think my
eyes rolled up in my head, as I began shooting rope after rope onto the
floor of the kitchen.

"Fucking fag is getting off on it!"  one of the boys said, as I was in the
midst of cumming.

I shuddered when I finished.  "Lick that off of your hand," Steve
instructed.  I raised my hand to my face, and cleaned the cum off of my
fingers.  It was the first time I had tasted my cum.  "Look! He likes it!"
Steve commented, as I licked off all of the cum.

"Now get down on your knees and use your tongue to clean up the rest,"
Steve said, pointing to the floor.  I knelt down and used my tongue on the
gritty linoleum floor to slurp up the remaining cum.  At first, I was
disgusted, but found that the taste wasn't so bad.  The grit was.  When I
finished, I stood back up and put my hands behind my head as Steve liked.

"I think we need to get rid of that hair.  Slaves shouldn't have hair!"
Blade said.

"Exactly what I was thinking," Steve agreed. "Keep an eye on him while I go
get the stuff."

The guys gathered round me.  Blade reached up, grabbed my nipple, and
twisted it.  "Ouch!  Fuck!" I said, and dropped my hands to protect my
chest.

"Hands behind your head, faggot!" Blade said, and smacked my ass.  "I think
Steve is going to have to punish you when he gets back."

After I put my hands behind my head again, he reached up, grabbed the other
nipple, and twisted even harder than he had the first one.  I gritted my
teeth and tried to take it.  That only made him laugh harder.  He pinched
the nipple something fierce, and I thought he was actually going to pinch
it off.

"Arrrrgh!" I said, through clenched teeth, but didn't move my hands.  All I
needed was to receive punishment at the hands of these guys.  I figured it
would be best to just do what they said, and then they would get tired of
it, and I could get on with my life.  Little did I know.

Steve came back with assorted cans and bottles, along with clippers and a
safety razor.

He sat the assortment down on the table, plugged in the clippers, turned
them on, and I heard the buzz. Then he turned them off.  "Let's get as much
off as we can with this, and then use the other stuff."

Blade had to tell him about my disobedience and Steve said, "Okay, we will
deal with his punishment when we finish with this."

He turned on the clippers again, and walked up to my chest.  I looked up
into Steve's eyes, and worried about the sadistic glint I saw in his eyes.
"Right; let's start up here and work down."  He went right to work on my
chest.  He was not gentle about it at all.  He nicked one of my nipples,
and when I inhaled through clenched teeth, they all just laughed.

Next, he did my pits; again not caring if he nicked me with the clippers or
not.  He turned me around, and made me bend over and spread my cheeks.  I
blushed at the further humiliation, as he ran the clippers up and down my
crack.  That got the other guys laughing as well.

Then I was turned back around, and he took hold of my dick and began
shaving around it with the clippers.  Again, I felt him nicking the skin as
he did the area closest to my dick.  He shaved my balls, and made them all
laugh, as he stretched them down and out so he could get all the hair.

He shut the clippers off and said, "Go get the broom and dustpan and clean
up all this hair!"  I turned, and then realized they were on the back
porch.

"Sir, can I put on some clothes to go get them?" I asked meekly.

They all laughed at my tone of voice.  "No, you will not wear clothes again
until I tell you to," Steve said, and motioned me towards the door.  I
hurried out the door and into the sunlight, hoping that none of the
neighbors were in a position to see me.

When I got back to the door, Steve was holding the screen door closed.
"Beg for me to let you back inside."

"Please, Sir; please, Steve, let me inside before the neighbors see me!"  I
was pleading with my voice.

They all laughed.  "Tell me why you want to come back inside," he said.

I thought for a second and said, "I want to come back inside so I can be
your slave and do what you want me to."

"What do you want to do for me?" he asked evilly.

"Anything you say, Sir; just let me in." I was really pleading now.

"Okay, I'll let you in, slave."  I felt relieved.  "But first I want you to
walk to the back fence and back.  And I said walk, not run.  Do you
understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I said meekly, with resignation.

I turned and looked around the backyard, and at the neighboring houses that
looked into the back yard. Once I got off the porch, it wouldn't be so bad.
I was totally boned up at the idea of having to be naked outside, with the
possibility of being seen.

I sat down the broom and dustpan and walked to the fence and back.  I knew
better than to try and cover my crotch. I probably would have to repeat the
walk if I did.

I heard a door bang at the house to the right, and wondered if someone was
going in or coming out.  I thought about who lived there, and who would be
home.  Mr. Jamison was probably home, because he worked late shifts as a
janitor.

When I made it back to the porch and begged to be let in, Steve looked at
me and said, "Did I tell you to put down the broom and dustpan?"

I gulped, "No, Sir."

"Then pick them up and do it right!"  I had heard his dad say this many
times.  He would make Steve do it again until he got it right.

I picked them up and made the trip again.  I heard the door bang again next
door, and someone yell, "That you, Steve?"

Steve hissed at me, "Answer him!"

"No, Sir, it's Bud," I said, not knowing why I was using Steve's nickname
for me.

"Oh, that's right, you are home for the summer.  Why don't I come over and
welcome you properly," he said, and I began to panic.  The guys on the
porch were laughing away, and covering their mouths.

Finally, Steve called out.  "That's okay, Mr. Jamison.  Bud is just doing
some cleaning up.  But we will have you over soon, so you can give Bud a
proper welcome."  I wondered what Steve meant by that.

I made it back to the porch.  They let me inside, and watched while I swept
up all the hair.

When I had that all done, Steve had me put the broom and dustpan away
outside on the back porch.

Then he had me get back into position again, and began spreading a cream
all over my body, from my neck down to my toes.  I didn't know what it was
for, but he made sure he covered every inch of me, including having me
spread my ass cheeks again, while he spread the cream in there.

When he was done he stepped back.  That's when I saw that Blade had a
camera in his hand.  I wondered how much he had videoed, and how long he
had been using it.

"That's a depilatory creme.  It removes hair.  It is to stay on for five
minutes, and then it needs to be wiped off, and then rinsed off."

All of them burst out laughing at that.  Steve took them all to the living
room to talk while I stood in the kitchen waiting for the kitchen timer to
go off.  I wondered if I would have any damage from using it.

When the timer went off, they all came back and watched while I used paper
towels to wipe the stuff off me, especially laughing as I tried to get it
out of my ass crack.

They followed me as I headed to the shower.  They didn't allow me any
privacy, but instead left the curtain open to make sure I got every spot.

I asked if I could take a leak as the coffee had gone through me pretty
quickly.  Steve reached over and grabbed a pitcher that was on the sink
counter. "Here, use this," he said.

"Yes, Sir," I said, and went to turn around so I could not have everyone
watching as I peed.

"Nope, no more privacy for you, Bud.  Hold it there until you piss.  And if
you aren't finished in 2 minutes, then you will have to wait until after
lunch for another chance."

I blushed red from head to toe at the thought of having to piss in front of
this gang of Steve's.  I was piss shy to begin with, and this was not
making it any easier.  I stood there and tried to block out the guys
standing around me, and tried instead to think of waterfalls, and listen to
the sound of the shower.

Finally, I got several spurts going, and then finally a stream.  When I was
finished, Steve took the pitcher, while I finished rinsing the cream off.
Once I had it all rinsed off, Steve turned the water to cold only, and made
me stand there while all the guys laughed!

When he turned off the water and I turned to get a towel, Steve said, "I
have something to warm you up.  All the guys contributed." And he poured
the pitcher, which was now full of urine, over my head.  I gasped, and got
some in my mouth which caused me to gag and spit.  They laughed at that.

I expected to get to rinse off again, but, no, they marched me in front of
the AC unit, and had me stand there to dry off in the chill air.

I was freezing by the time they let me move back to the kitchen in the
position.  Steve brought out another tube of something.  I was shivering,
as I stood there with my teeth chattering.

I smelled like piss, and I guess the guys didn't like it.  "That was fun,
but I can't stand him standing around smelling like piss!" Steve said.

He told me to go outside and to rinse myself off with the garden hose; and
when I was done, I was to come up onto the back porch and ask if I could
come in.  I hated going outside again, and the thought made me begin to
swell, despite how cold I was.

Again, I was instructed to walk.  I walked outside and found the hose, but
the faucet was around to the side of the house, which meant I would be
closer to Mr. Jamison's side of the house.

I quietly went over to the faucet and turned it on.  It made a loud
squeaking sound as I twisted it.  I was sure it was going to cause
Mr. Jamison to come investigate, but nothing happened, so I walked back to
the hose and used it to rinse off all of the piss.  I rinsed my mouth as
well.

The water was freezing, as cold as the water in the house!  But I got it
done, and went back to turn off the water.  I quickly twisted the faucet to
turn it off, and the squeaking was very loud.

"That you, Steve?" I heard from next door.

"No, Sir, it's Bud, again," I said, trying not to let the shivering effect
my voice.

"Oh, I should come over and welcome you home.  Just a minute, I'll come
through the gate."

"No, that's okay, Mr. Jamison.  I need to get inside and get some stuff
done for my parents, but I'll make sure to stop by and say hello."

"You do that, now," he said, as I moved back to the back porch.  "May I
please come in, Sir?" I asked in my most obsequious voice.

"Who is it?" Steve asked.

"It's Bud, Sir," I answered, with my teeth chattering.

"I don't know a Bud.  I know a cock sucking slave." I could hear the
laughing in Steve's voice.

"It's your cock sucking slave, Sir." I said with resignation.

That brought howls of laugher from the house.  Steve opened the screen door
a bit, and handed out a dry wash cloth.  "Dry yourself with this. I don't
want you dripping all over the house!"

I used the wash cloth as fast as I could, and stood in the sun.  I was
certain that every neighbor was looking out their kitchen window, seeing me
naked on the back porch.

I was still shivering when I finished, but my teeth weren't chattering any
more.  "May I come in now, Sir?" I asked.

"And who is it out there?" Steve asked.

"It's your cock sucking slave, Sir," I answered again.

"Louder," he said.

I didn't want to yell and attract any more attention, but I managed a
louder voice without yelling out the response.

The guys were busting up inside when Steve let me in.  He had me stand in
the kitchen again, with my hands behind my head.

"I decided we should give you something to help you warm up."  He squeezed
out a bunch of cream and began spreading it all over my ass, along my
crack, even forcing some up my hole.  Then he lathered some more on my now
rigid cock and balls.

He wiped his hands clean with a towel and stood watching me.  "How does
that feel, slave?" he asked.

I started to answer, "Fine, Sir," when my hole, balls and dick caught on
fire.  So I quickly changed it to, "My balls are on fire!" I said, in a
panicked voice.  "Make it stop, please, Sir!" I begged, with tears
streaming down my face.  Oh Fuck, did it burn!

"What will you do if I make it stop?" he asked.

"Anything, Sir!" I screamed, and pleaded some more.  "Please make it stop,
please, Sir!"

"But, slave, you already have to do anything I tell you to do, and anything
I want to do to you.  Right, slave?"

"Yes, Sir," I said again, with genuine panic in my voice.  "Please just
make it stop!"

"Will you suck off anyone I tell you to?"

"Yes, Sir!" I said. I would do anything to make it stop.

"Will you let anyone I say fuck you?"

"Yes, Sir!" I screamed, without even a pause to consider.

"Will you drink piss if I tell you to?"

"Yes, Sir!" I said.  "Please just make it stop!"

"Will you walk around naked when I tell you to?"

"Yes, Sir!" I said.  When would the questions end?

"So you will do anything, no matter what, no matter when?"

"Yes, Sir, just name it!"

"And I can punish you if you disobey?"

"Yes, Sir!" I cried, "Please, Sir, Please!"

He squeezed out some more goo onto his hand and smeared it over my dick,
balls, and into my crack once again.

He gave an evil laugh as he saw my reaction.  "No! Please, Sir!"

He laughed again, and said, "Nothing I can do will make it stop.  Water
only makes it worse, and wiping it off does nothing."  He laughed, and so
did the other boys. "You just have to learn to get through it!"

It felt like my balls and dick head were blistering up, and that my hole
was scalded with boiling water.  I bounced on my toes, trying to relieve
the heat.

"Stand still, boy," he said.  I think he liked the word `boy,' because he
smiled after he used it.

I was panting through my clenched teeth, as I fought the torture.  "Stop
it! Breathe normally!" he said.

"Yes, Sir," I managed, and tried to regain control over my breathing.

Finally, I noticed it was beginning to fade just a bit.  "Should I put some
more on, boy?" Steve asked.

"No, Sir," I said.

"But you said I could do whatever I wanted.  Didn't you, boy?"  He played
heavily on the word "Boy."

"Yes, Sir," I said, tears beginning to stream down my face.

"I think that you need to do it to yourself, this time, boy," Steve said,
and pulled my right hand down and filled it with a mound of the stuff.

"Now massage push some of that in your hole, and cover your balls, and then
I want you to jerk off with the remainder, boy."

"Yes, Sir," I said, really bawling now.

I reached back and pushed some in my hole, and then back around front to
smear some on my balls.  Then I grasped my still rigid pole, and began to
stroke with the stuff.  That only ignited the heat even more!

"Agggghhh!" I gasped, as the heat hit me in waves again.  Oh, FUCK! I
screamed mentally, as I stroked my dick with the stuff.

"Can you believe that, guys?  This boy is jerking himself off with Bengay!"

They roared.  I stroked for a good two minutes, before Steve told me I
could stop.  Then I had to stand there with my hands behind my head, while
the heat burned out through its time.

Eventually, I felt it begin to lessen.  I was afraid he was going to make
me do it again.

"Now, go to the sink and wash your hands, boy."

"Yes, Sir," I said, and used hot water and soap to wash my hands.  I dried
them on my wash cloth, and then returned to position as instructed.

I stood there trembling, wondering what other evils these guys could think
up next.


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