Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2005 17:58:22 -0600 From: H. Rick Cantwell Subject: Rascal 13 Rascal Part Thirteen Jockstraps and Jubilation (M/M, Oral, Anal, Incest) This is a continuing story. Constructive criticism is welcome, at zestful@myexcel.com. Please mention the title in the Subject line or I might delete it by accident, thinking it's spam. Hearing from you and NEW readers will help keep alive the desire to continue this tale. --Dick Hickey. If you're not old enough to read stories involving graphic descriptions of sex between consenting males, or if such stories are illegal where you live, do not continue reading beyond this sentence. Rascal Part Thirteen Jockstraps and Jubilation After Ryan went to all the trouble to get permission and made arrangements to pick up Tyler, using the city bus system, Jason got the day off anyway. It seems another workmate needed to switch days, so I picked everyone up and headed to the mall district. Several large chains had individual buildings while some of the smaller local businesses occupied one large building. Across the street was the new state complex that combined offices, holding cells and a police officers drivers' training course--one that Ryan and I were all too familiar with, sexually. As we pulled into the shopping mall parking lot, Ryan pointed to a huge sign in the window of the vacant store next to Corbett's Sporting Goods. It read 'Coming Soon! Corbett's is expanding to better serve our athletic community.' Then Ryan said, "Once they're expanded, maybe we can come back out here and see if there's any sports I'd be good at." "Me too," Tyler said. "We can practice together and get real good at something and maybe get a scholarship to college and then we can room together and everything." Jason turned to me and said, "It sounds like Ryan is contagious. That's the most number of words Tyler's strung together in his life." "He usually has his sister, Taylor, talking for him, doesn't he?" I asked. "True," Jason said. "But it's nice to know he can formulate ideas for himself." "It sounds like he has plans for his future, too. That's encouraging." "Definitely. Especially if it takes the financial burden off Sherita and me." As I pulled into a parking space, I groused, "They've already got an acre of floor space. How many athletic supporters can there be?" "Never enough, if they're filled with plump cocks," Ryan said. "I meant people who support athletics," I said, "not ... oh, you know what I meant! Here's the deal, we all stay together. I don't want to have to go looking all over the place for you. Understand?" "Yeah," the two boys agreed. Tyler, although younger than Rascal was taller and I would probably be able to see his head above the tops of the display shelves. Ryan, however, could easily hide in the maze--and get into god only knows what kind of mischief. Inside, I looked at the overhead signs for any indication as to where we would find jockstraps but the signs simply designated what equipment was in which aisle--soccer, hockey, basketball or whatever. I glanced to my left to see a young female clerk on the phone. She wore black lipstick and had body piercings everywhere. Her hand gestures left me with the impression that the phone conversation had nothing to do with work. About then, a deep gruff voice behind my right shoulder asked, "Whatcha lookin' for?" I turned to answer him, only to bump into him because he was standing so close it could almost be considered as 'looming' over me. I thought my shoulder had bumped into a cinder block wall. A guy about twenty-five, with a bull neck that went straight down from his ears to his collar bone, stood facing me. His shirt fit so tightly that it looked like he was still wearing his high school football shoulder pads. His hair was cut short all around with a slightly longer length on the top. Parted in the middle, one side was blue, the other, purple. "Supporters," I said. Looking at Jason, then Tyler and then Ryan, he asked, "Men or boys?" "We'll start with the boys," I said. Without a word, the clerk started walking. We, of course, followed. When he stopped, he pointed and said, "Men's are at the other end of this aisle." Then, in a monotone voice he added, "If you have any questions, my name is Brad. Just holler, I'll hear ya." "Actually, I've never done this before. Uh, I don't know the first thing about jockstraps." "What sport?" Brad asked, disinterested. "None right at the moment but we're going to start some weight training." With a side glance at the two boys, Brad said, "Yeah, it looks like they could use it. They're a little puny." I bristled but kept calm, giving Ryan a look that implied 'Keep quiet.' "Yeah, that's what we thought, too. So what measurements do you need to know before buying one of these?" Picking one off the prong-like peg, I checked the price. "Jesus! They're not cheap, are they?" "They last a pretty long time. In fact, I'm still wearing mine from high school," Brad said. "I hope you've washed it since then," Ryan said. I shot him another look but couldn't hide my smile at his remark. Smiling at Ryan, too, Brad said, "The coach is supposed to make sure of it. What school you go to?" "Eastern," Ryan said. "St. Sebastian," Tyler said. Turning to Ryan, Brad said, "What grade?" "Ninth grade in September." "You know Jeremy Wheatly?" "The quarterback? I know OF him but no," Ryan said. "Yeah. Look him up, tell him you know me and he'll protect you," Brad said in the commanding voice of a big brother. "That's what we're hoping to take care of this summer with weight training and stuff," I said. "Muscles ain't worth shit--oops, sorry--without knowin' how to use 'em," Brad said in a more friendly tone. "Daddy's gonna train me," Ryan said. Brad looked me up and down. "No, I'm not his daddy." "Still gonna take longer'n six months," Brad said. "I think Jeremy knows a guy at St. Sebastian, too. Have him check it out for your buddy here." "So, uh, is there some all-purpose jock we can use to start with? One that will protect but still leave room for ..." I was trying to think of a word that would encompass use of a jockstrap in several sports. "Growth?" Brad asked with an all-knowing smirk. "Well, the mesh pouch is best for growing boys because it expands but it's not the best for protection." "I'm planning on plenty of expansion," Ryan said, cupping his crotch. "Me, too," Tyler said, mimicking Ryan. Then he giggled. Brad smiled and shook his head at their boldness. "I don't see football in the immediate future for either of them. This one might be able to go out for basketball." "He's Tyler, I'm Ryan." Ryan said. Brad nodded his head in acknowledgment. "Swimming's an option. Soccer maybe, but if you aren't already into soccer, you might get trounced. Uh, there's wrestling. You might be strong enough by September to start wrestling." "And each of these sports require a different jockstrap?" I asked. "Pretty much. This one with the wide waistband which uses a plastic cup is used for boxing but it won't fit under a Speedo for swimming. Besides, you don't need a cup for swimming. There's this one," Brad said, "that serves a dual purpose. You can use it without the cup for SOME sports but it has a slot in the top of the pouch you can slide a cup into." "That might be the best one to start with," I said. "What's your waist size?" Brad asked. "I don't know," Ryan said. "Me neither," Tyler said, not wanting to be left out. "Is there a way we can try one on him?" I asked. "You know, over his underpants." "We're not allowed to." "Yeah, that's what I thought," I said. "You said wrestling," Ryan said. "Could I use that jock with the extra pouch for wrestling?" "Uh ... yeah, I suppose," Brad said thoughtfully. "Without the cup." "Wrestlers wear a special suit, don't they?" Ryan asked. "Yeah, it's called a singlet." "Do you carry those?" "Yeah," Brad said, looking at me inquisitively. I nodded 'yes' to his unasked, 'Is it okay?' question. We walked down a couple of aisles and Brad pointed to a shelving unit displaying singlets. "At Eastern, you have to buy your own but it has to be one of the school colors. I think St. Sebastian provides their singlets but I've heard you have to pay a rental fee or something." "Are we allowed to try these on?" Ryan asked. "Sure," Brad said. "The dressing room's right over there." Reaching for a gold one on the shelf marked SMALL, he said, "Eastern's colors are blue and gold. You want to try one, too, Tyler?" "Yeah," Tyler said excitedly but looked at Jason to be sure it was okay. Jason smiled his permission. "You wanna try a red one?" Brad asked, handing Tyler a 'medium.' The two boys raced toward the dressing room area. Once they were out of earshot, I said, "Brad, I understand you and I have a mutual friend." "Oh yeah. Who?" "Kevin." An expression of fear mixed with total submission masked Brad's face. He looked toward the cashier, who was still on the phone, then back toward the dressing rooms. "Uh, yes sir. Uh, what ... what does he want me to do? Uh, hey, the kids can try on the jocks if you want. It's okay. I'll just say the package got sliced with the box cutter when I opened the carton. That way, we can send it back to the manufacturer for a full refund." "Calm down," I said, reassuringly. "We're not here to make you do anything illegal." "Oh, fuck! Thank God. I almost lost my job the last time ... except Kevin talked the boss into keeping me on. In fact, I think Kevin's responsible for me being made assistant manager." Knowing Kevin wasn't known for being kind for no apparent reason, I doubted that. "I'm sure you were promoted on your own merits," I said, trying to flatter the boy. "Thanks," he said bashfully. Originally, I had planned to tell Brad we only came here because of Kevin's recommendation. But witnessing his subservient demeanor, I suddenly got a desire to take advantage of Kevin's extensive network of submissive bottoms. "I can only imagine," I said, "Kevin and I go way back. I know what he's capable of." "So why'd you mention his name, then? Usually that's like his way of telling me ..." "Whaddya think?" Ryan asked, bounding into a stance with his fists on his hips like a Power Ranger. Tyler jumped in beside him assuming the same pose. With an audible gulp, Brad said, "Uh, yeah ... uh, you definitely need a supporter." Ryan had apparently jacked himself into an erection and it was standing proud, aimed at his navel. His balls in the size SMALL singlet looked like gold nuggets in a prospector's assay pouch. Tyler's cock was hard, too, but aimed toward his hip. Although Ryan had the bigger cock, Tyler's tented the fabric out a little more than Ryan's because the singlet was a MEDIUM and therefore, looser fitting. "I'm serious," Brad said nervously, "they can try on as many jockstraps as they want." He said it in a way that made me think he was worried that my being there was one of Kevin's tests. "All right!" Ryan yelped as he grabbed the package I was holding. "Me too," Tyler said, grabbing a similar box off the peg before the two of them took off toward the fitting room. "Are you sure?" Jason asked. "We don't want to get you in trouble." With his head bowed in submission, Brad said, "Everything will be fine. I'm here to make your visit enjoyable. If there's anything I can do for you, just let me know." It almost sounded like Brad was reciting a mantra. I wondered if he was trying to tell us in some cryptic way that it was okay to force him into submission. "Brad!" Ryan yelled from the fitting room. All three of us headed toward the back, with Brad taking the lead. The dressing room area had a wide opening without doors. Off to the left and out of sight from browsing shoppers was a short hallway with three cubicles along each wall. Each cubicle had a pair of saloon- style swinging doors. A full-length mirror was on the wall at the far end of the hall. Just barely out of view from the sales floor, Ryan and Tyler were standing side-by-side--naked. Looking at the jockstraps quizzically, they turned them end-over-end, side-to-side and top-to-bottom. "What goes where?" Ryan asked. "I know the pouch is supposed to hold my jewels but ..." After Brad got a nod of permission from me, he knelt on one knee and held Ryan's jockstrap waistband on either side with the pouch dangling. "Put your right leg through this side," he said with a nod of his head. Ryan put a hand on each of Brad's shoulders to steady himself and stepped into the strap. In this half-bent over position, Ryan's erection was pointed right at Brad's forhead. Above Brad's head, Ryan grinned at me devilishly. That told me this was just a ploy so Ryan could be naked in front of Brad in a somewhat public place and get away with it. Ryan was studying Brad's reaction to EVERYthing. Brad pulled the strap up Ryan's legs and released the waistband. "Now, tuck that inside," he said, pointing to Ryan's left testicle. "Me, too," Tyler said, stepping up closer, almost knocking Ryan to one side. His wiener was sticking straight out, four-and-a-half inches from his body. "Okay, here ya go," Brad said, holding the waistband. Tyler stepped into his jock, steadying himself the same way Ryan did. Ryan began putting his singlet on but Brad said, "Maybe you two should switch suits, just so we can see which is the better size. "Size isn't important," Ryan said. "It's not the size of the ship but the depth of the harbor that matters." From his kneeling position, Brad looked up over his shoulder at me. His expression was one of bewilderment, like he hoped he wasn't doing anything that would anger me. "How's that look?" Ryan asked, pulling the straps of his singlet over his shoulders. "Pretty good," Brad said. "The MEDIUM suit is tight enough but it'll give you room to grow, too." "I plan to do that!" Ryan said, proudly running his hand down the length of his erection, which was made more obvious by the tightness of the suit. "How do I look?" Tyler asked. Because of Tyler's height, the smaller gold singlet was stretched so far out of proportion lengthwise that his brown, dime-sized nipples weren't covered. The crotch was so tight it was giving him a wedgie and his balls threatened to pop out both leg holes. "We better get you out of that before it does some damage," Brad said, slipping the straps off Tyler's shoulders. "You said these come with a cup?" Ryan asked, skinning out of the singlet and pointing to his jock-covered crotch. "It costs extra but, yeah." "Can I see what it looks like?" Ryan asked politely. "I'll go get a couple," Brad said. As he stood, he adjusted his crotch where his cock was beginning to tent his trousers. As soon as he left, Ryan said, "Uncle Dickey, why don't you and Jason try on a jock, too?" "No, I don't want to get Brad in trouble," I said. "Oh, come on, it'll be fun. Didn't you see how turned on he was? I'm gonna make him put the cup in for me, so just play along with me, okay?" "Ryan, be nice. He hasn't done anything to you ..." "Shh, here he comes," Ryan said stealthily. "Here ya go," Brad said, handing a cup to Ryan. "And here's one for you, Tyler. See that opening in the top of the pouch? Slide it into the pocket between the front piece of fabric and the jock pouch itself." Ryan deliberately tried to insert the triangular shaped cup upside-down as he said, "Like this?" With a friendly chuckle, Brad said, "no, this way." Again Brad knelt on one knee. He took the cup from Ryan and tried to insert it in the specially designed sleeve in the pouch. Trying to make room in the front of the pouch for the plastic cup, Ryan moved his butt back--like guys do when they're putting their dicks away after pissing. Brad instinctively cupped Ryan's naked butt cheek to hold him in place. "It's easier to insert when you're not wearing the strap." "Oh, okay," Ryan said, slipping the jock down until the waistband was around his thighs. "Try it now." His erection fell forward slightly--inticingly. As he tried to put the cup between the two layers of material, Ryan pressed his hips forward so his cock rubbed the back of Brad's hand. Brad flinched but, after a slight struggle, finished inserting the cup. "There. Try that." Ryan pulled the strap up and the tip of his cock couldn't be forced into the shape and size of the cup. "I think I need a bigger one," Ryan said. "Me, too." Tyler said. He had the cup in the sleeve the right way but had the pouch shoved off to one side so only his balls were covered. "You have to tuck that inside, too," Brad said with a grin. I laughed, too, because of how silly Tyler looked. I knew he was deliberately mimicking Ryan's presumed ignorance about the proper use of a jockstrap. 'He's learning all the wrong things from Ryan,' I thought. "Put it the way it should be," Tyler pleaded in a helpless- little-boy voice. Without hesitation, Brad lifted the pouch aside and with the tip of his index finger, gingerly poked Tyler's erection inside the cup. "How does that feel?" Brad asked, with a nod of his head for a job well done. "Great!" Tyler said. Then, with a look of sudden understanding, he said, "Oh, you mean the cup!" With a giggle, Tyler and Ryan high- fived. "I think you've been had," I said, patting Brad on the shoulder. "I should have warned you that these two have a bit of the devil in them." Brad stood and said, "I got that impression when I walked in and saw them standing together naked. "Uncle Dickey and Jason need to be fitted, too." Ryan said. "Well, I'm sure they already know how to wear a cup," Brad said, looking back and forth between Jason and me. "Of course they do," Ryan said, "but you know you want to help fit 'em. Dontcha?" "Uh ... well ... I really should be getting back out on the floor." "But you'd RATHER see Uncle Dickey's huge cock, right?" "Rascal!" I scolded. "You're Rascal?" Brad yelped in surprise. "Damn it! Of all the f-f-f-freakin' luck!" Ryan, for a change, looked confused. I quickly pieced together what probably happened. "Kevin offered to take you to the lake Memorial Day weekend, right?" "Yeah, but I had to work. He said it was a chance of a lifetime for me." "He was right," Ryan said. "Did he tell you what happened?" "Uh ... he ... told me what was supposed to happen," Brad said, disgusted that he had missed out. Ryan pulled his jockstrap off and handed it to Brad. "All that and more," Ryan said. "Help Uncle Dickey put that on and I'll show you what you missed." Then, Ryan turned, bent over and spread his ass cheeks. "Oh my god," Brad whispered in awe. "C'mon," Ryan said, suddenly taking charge, "Get undressed. Brad hasn't got all day." Then, turning to Brad, he asked, "Do you?" With a nod at Jason to join me, I started taking off my jeans and slipping off my sandals. Once Jason dropped his pants, I pulled my T-shirt off, too. Jason left his T-shirt on. We slipped our underwear off simultaneously. "Uh ... if this is too small for Ryan, it's definitely too small for you," Brad said, staring wide-eyed at my cock. It was chubbed up but not fully hard. "Try it anyway," Ryan said with an evil grin. I laughed, knowing how silly I would look. Brad tried to hand the strap to me but I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor. Like the good little bottom Kevin had trained him to be, Brad knelt in front of me--this time on both knees. He held out the waistband like he did for Ryan and Tyler and I stepped into the leg holes. I steadied myself, using his shoulders just like they did. Once the strap was up, it would only hold one of my nuts comfortably. "Uh, I'll have to go get a bigger one," Brad said. "Put mine on, Daddy," Tyler said. Brad looked up at me for permission, which I gave with a slight nod. He crawled to where Jason was standing and bowed his head waiting dutifully until Jason stepped between the straps. As he lifted it up past Jason's thighs, he was surprised to see a hard-on staring him in the face. I thought, 'Is Jason turned on by being naked or because he's feeling the electrifying domination in the air?' Brad struggled to cup Jason's jewels without actually touching him. "Pack it in for him," I said sternly. "Sir, this strap is too small," Brad said as he fumbled with Jason's balls and bobbing erection. "I'll have to get a larger one for him, too." "Go," I said quietly but, as Brad stood up, I said, "Fish out your hard-on before going out there." "Yes sir," Brad said, bowing his head and reaching for his zipper. About four inches of fat pork poked out, already oozing pre-cum. As soon as he left, Jason asked, "Won't he get in trouble if that salesgirl comes back here?" "She can't. Any time Brad is off the floor, she has to be available for other customers. Besides, they have a bell that rings whenever customers enter or leave and I haven't heard it. We're the only ones shopping right now." "Tyler, blow Uncle Dickey and get him hard before Brad gets back," Jason said. "I want to see his face when he sees that monster." "Yeah!" Tyler said enthusiastically before he started sucking on my cock. "Brad's a bottom, right?" Ryan asked me. "Yeah," I said as Tyler's tight mouth worked its moist magic. "Can we fuck him?" Ryan asked. "He's been awful helpful. He deserves to be rewarded." "I didn't bring any condoms." "I bet he's got some. Aren't bottoms supposed to always be prepared?" "No, that's Boy Scouts." "Oh," Ryan said moodily. Then he whispered, "Here he comes. Stand up, Tyler." "Holy shit!" Brad said when he saw my eleven-inch erection. He looked at the box he was bringing in, then to my cock and back to the box. "Uh ... you know, sir, these are designed to be worn ... uh ... when you're soft." "Yeah, I know, but when I saw that crank of yours leaking pre-cum all over your pants, I couldn't help but get hard." Brad looked down to see the pecker tracks that had dripped all along his pants legs. When he looked up at me again, his eyes were pleading with me to let him put the pony back in the corral. Nevertheless, he said, "Thank you, sir. I'm glad it pleases you." "Your dick hanging out is making quite a mess of your pants. Maybe you should take them off," I said. "Yes, sir," Brad said, knowing it was more of an order than a suggestion. He lost no time dropping trou. He was wearing a black jockstrap that looked like it hadn't been washed in a month. As he started to remove it, I saw it was crusty with cum stains inside and outside the pouch. "You can leave that on. Just let your cock hang free." "Yes, sir." "The boys decided you need to be rewarded for the excellent service you've provided so far." "Thank you, young sirs," Brad said, bowing slightly to each of them. "I'm honored." "Tyler, you want to go first?" "Sure!" His eyes were wide with surprise at being chosen to go first--something that rarely happens when his sister is around. "Let Brad suck you." Tyler stepped up as Brad knelt on both knees. He leaned forward and sucked Tyler's cock into his mouth. A shudder of pleasure--or perhaps humiliation--coursed through Brad's body. 'Maybe it's because he's blowing jailbait,' I thought. "Were you ever a Boy Scout?" Ryan asked. "Um hummm," Brad acknowledged, keeping Tyler's cock in his mouth. "Got any condoms?" Ryan asked. "In my backpack," Brad said, breathing heavily. "But it's in the break room." I couldn't tell if Brad's breathing was from fear of getting caught, humiliation from having to suck a fourteen-year-old, or passion from being dominated by four masters--two younger than himself. "Where's the break room?" I asked. Brad jacked Tyler's cock to keep it hard while he said, "It's the next room over from here." "Go get 'em," I said. Brad looked down at his hard-on, poking out of his jock. "Now!" I snapped. I realized that because of the shelves, the other sales clerk would only be able to see the top half of Brad, which was still fully clothed. Brad jumped up and rushed to the doorway. Apparently the coast was clear because he sauntered out casually. I peeked out the doorway and watched him stroll over to the break room door and let himself in. I saw the salesclerk was still on the phone. 'I hope it's someone new she's talking to,' I thought. 'It's a wonder she doesn't have a cauliflower ear.' Brad strolled back casually with the backpack in front of him. As soon as he saw me watching him, he let it drop so he was carrying it by his side, giving me full view of his hard-on. "That's better," I said. "I won't tell Kevin you tried to hide your pecker while in service to me--this time." "Thank you, sir," Brad said. "Tyler, come here and lay your dick on top of Brad's." "Okay," Tyler said, bounding over to stand cock-to-cock with Brad. "Well, it looks like your cock is longer than Brad's." "Hey, yeah, it is! Wow!" Tyler shouted enthusiastically. I didn't bother to point out that Brad's was about twice as big around. I wanted Tyler to enjoy being bigger than a grownup. "Okay, Brad, put a condom on the boy, then get on your hands and knees." "Yes, sir." Brad said dutifully. Knowing Brad was one of Kevin's protoges confirmed to me he was disease free. Even so, I had the boys wear the condoms to reinforce Ryan's and Tyler's safe-sex habits. After pawing through several different brands, Brad used his teeth to open a purple foil packet. His pudgy fingers trembled slightly as he rolled the rubber down Tyler's erection. 'He must have looked for one of the slender-sized ones so Tyler wouldn't be embarrassed by having it fall off,' I thought. "Okay, Tyler, his ass is all yours." "Really?" Tyler yelled excitedly. "Oh, by the way, Brad. This is Tyler's first fuck, so, if it hurts because he doesn't do everything right, I don't want to hear any complaints." "No, sir," Brad said as he got in the doggy position. "I'm sure, Master Tyler will do fine, sir. You won't hear any complaints from me." I saw Brad's bunghole winking nervously, waiting to be plugged. Tyler bent his knees just enough to align his cock to Brad's hole and then he gave a mighty thrust. Brad's head snapped back from the sudden intrusion. "Thank you, Master Tyler. Fuck my ass. Make me your bitch, sir." "Ryan, plug his mouth," I said. Then I added politely, "...if you please." "My pleasure, Uncle Dickey." Tyler was mesmerized as he watched his cock sliding in and out of Brad's big, beefy, linebacker's ass. Ryan grabbed Tyler's chin and lifted his face to look in his eyes. "Awesome, ain't it?" Ryan asked. Tyler nodded 'yes,' apparently unable to speak from the awesome feeling his cock was relaying to his brain. "Kiss me," Ryan said. The two boys leaned across Brad's back and kissed. I stepped over to Jason and grabbed his crank. "Liking this?" "Hell yes! When you suggested I join you to go shopping, I sure as hell didn't expect this!" Then looking around nervously he asked, "How much longer can we do this without getting caught?" "Kevin assured me Thursdays are Corbett's slowest afternoons. It's not likely anyone's gonna come in while we're here." "Why didn't you tell me that before you started all this?" Jason whispered angrily as he fucked my fist. "I've been nervous as hell." "What and spoil the illusion of being in public and possibly getting caught? Where's the fun in that?" Jason, reached for my cock and started lazily jacking me off-- something he does so well. I knew Tyler was still having dry cums so I let him enjoy the experience all the way through to his climax. For the rest of us, however, I was formulating another idea. "Oh, man, this is the greatest fuckin' feelin' in the world," Tyler squealed as he neared his orgasm. "Oh, God! It feels like I gotta shit and piss at the same time. My asshole feels like it wants to come out my pee hole." Tyler's eyes were squeezed tight from the pleasure/pain but he kept fucking. "Uhgn, ungh, ungh!" Tyler grunted as his hips stopped, balls-deep, up the big linebacker's ass. I looked at Brad's face and saw him gritting his teeth. Having been on the receiving end of an amateur fuck, I knew what was happening. Tyler was indiscriminately jabbing his slender four-and-half-inch cock into Brad's rectum. It was going every which way--sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right but mostly up toward Brad's backbone. Every thrust that wasn't going straight into his colon was causing him pain. Tyler, of course, didn't know he was causing Brad any discomfort because Brad refused to complain. When Tyler's hips came to a stop, Brad sucked in a lungful of air before he squeaked out, "Thank you, Master Tyler. That was a great fuck." "Rascal, you want to go next?" I asked. "Fuck, yeah!" "Won't the other sales clerk wonder what's taking so long?" Jason asked, still worried. Before I could answer, Brad said, "Michelle knows not to ask questions. I could be dying from a heart attack and she wouldn't come lookin' for me. She's been told to ignore any noise, calls for help-- anything like that." "Wow!" Ryan said, shoving his cock up Brad's bung. "So we could torture you and you couldn't do anything about it." "Yes, Master Ryan, you can," Brad said. I noticed Brad said 'can' like he was giving us permission. Then I wondered if he was hoping we would or if he expected us to torture him. "Well, don't get your hopes up," I said. "We don't have time to do a proper job of it so we'll just have to settle for a little humiliation, today." "Awhhh, why not?" Ryan whined, driving his cock in and out of Brad's ass viscously. "Because that's not what we came here to do," I said. "We didn't plan to fuck the sales clerk, either, but we're doin' it," Ryan argued. "You're right. Maybe we should stop right now." "No!" Ryan squeaked, as his orgasm got closer. He slowed down his fucking motions to prolong the pleasure. "I don't want you to cum up his ass. When you're ready to cum, I want you to shoot it in the pouch of his jockstrap." Ryan's eyes gleamed and he smiled wickedly as he thought about my plan. "Tyler, would you get under Brad and jack him off?" "Sure. Want me to suck him?" "No, he's our servant. I don't want him to cum yet, either. Just get him close and then stop. You can do that, can't you?" "I'll try." "Good boy. Jason, why don't you let Brad suck your cock before you fuck him?" "My pleasure," Jason said, kneeling in front of Brad. He made himself comfortable by resting his butt cheeks on his heels. Once Brad started sucking Jason, I said, "You see, fellas, Brad was probably the class bully in high school. Otherwise, Kevin would never have wasted his time breaking him. You picked on one of Kevin's nephews, didn't you, Brad?" "Umm hmmm," Brad agreed, mumbling around Jason's cock. "Did you pick on your younger brother, too?" I loved asking him questions while he had his mouth full. I felt like a hygienist at a dentist's office. "Umm humm." "Your brother's got a bigger dick than you, too, doesn't he?" "Umm humm." "Keep asking him questions," Jason said. "I love the way it feels when he hums." "I'll bet you'd never been butt-fucked before you met Kevin, either. Am I right?" "Uhgn, unh," Brad said. I couldn't tell if it was a 'yes' or a 'no' but I didn't really care, either. Brad continued to answer in the same way as I continued humiliating him in front of the boys. "Now you go home every night, praying you'll get a phone call from Kevin, telling you to meet him somewhere. Somewhere where you know there'll be at least a dozen men eager to fuck you. Well, after a dozen comes two dozen. After two dozen, you can look forward to three dozen in a night." Ryan's eyes were getting glassy, so I tapped him on the shoulder. He moved around to stand in front of Brad as he removed the condom. Jason moved toward Brad's ass rolling a rubber down his dick as he went. "Hold on just a second, Jason. I want Brad to raise up on his knees and hold his jockstrap away from his body so Ryan can squirt into it." "Yeah," Ryan crooned lasciviously. "Your dick's gonna soak in my juices all night and you're gonna cum just thinkin' about me." Tyler had to let go of Brad's cock so he grabbed his own and started jacking off. "Is everything Uncle Dickey said true?" Tyler asked. Brad lowered his head in shame. "Yes, sir." Tyler shuddered when the big linebacker called him 'sir.' "Really!" Ryan said as he bent at the knees and aimed his cock at Brad's pouch. Three healthy gobs splattered with a "splat" on Brad's balls. Brad's cock twitched with the desire to cum. "You don't want to cum yet, boy," I warned. "You've still got the two biggest cocks left to take up your ungrateful ass." Closing his eyes, Brad willed himself not to cum. "No ... don't ... not yet ... ungh." He took a deep breath and let out a long sigh as the desire eased up. "Okay, Jason, your turn." Brad fell into the doggy position. "Want me to keep jacking him off?" Tyler asked. "Yeah," I said. "He knows better than to cum." Jason moaned as his cock sunk into the warm recesses of Brad's hole. Brad opened his mouth into an oval and looked at me wantonly. "You want this, don't you, cum sucker?" I asked. "Yes, sir. Please. Let me suck your dick." Brad pleaded. For once, it sounded like he really meant it. "Well, you see, it's like this. I've been watching you and I don't think you know how to suck a dick properly. So what I'm gonna do is let Ryan show you how. Ryan, would you like to suck my dick?" "Fuck yeah!" Ryan dropped to his knees and took my cock all the way to my pubes. He started up and down strokes with his mouth while holding onto my nuts with one hand. To add to Brad's torment, Ryan started making those delightful slurping noises. Brad moaned. "Tyler," Jason said, "his ass is clamping down. Stop jacking him!" Brad groaned in agony when Tyler quit because it was obvious he needed to cum. While Ryan sucked me, in full view of Brad, and Jason fucked Brad's ass, I said, "Brad, take a look at Ryan's ass. Isn't that the prettiest thing you ever saw?" "Yes, sir." Brad said, his tone filled with admiration. "I bet you wish you had gone up north so you could fuck my little boy's ass, huh?" Just thinking about fucking Ryan caused Brad to shudder. His eyes were glued to Ryan's rosebud. Although I couldn't see it from my position, I was fairly sure Ryan was making it wink at Brad. "You'd like my permission to fuck him, right?" "Please sir, let me fuck him. He has the most fuckable ass I've ever seen." Ryan looked up at me, his mouth full with my cock, and I winked at him. He smiled as best he could, knowing I had something more up my sleeve. "Okay, you can fuck him," I said. Then after a slight pause, I added, "... but only with your tongue." Brad's expression of victory quickly changed to one of defeat. "Dick, I'm getting close," Jason said. "Pull out and cum in his jockstrap." Ryan let go of my cock and I moved around behind Brad. Once Jason aimed his cock at the pouch, Ryan started playing with Jason's balls--something Ryan knew Jason enjoyed. A weak first squirt was followed by seven or eight huge globs of cum. The last one was so thick it stuck to Jason's piss slit, creating a long dangly teardrop until it broke loose and landed on Brad's cock head, before drizzling down into the pool of cum in Brad's jock pouch. "Okay, Brad, put your cock and balls in the pouch and let them marinate while I fuck you." I just got started into a good rhythm when Tyler said, "Daddy, I have to pee." I looked at Jason who was still milking the last few drops of cum out of his cum tube. With a slight toss of my head and a quizzical look, I silently asked if he thought Tyler was ready for a more grownup experience? "Honey," Jason said, "put your dick in Brad's mouth and the feeling will go away." "Okay," Tyler said, not suspecting his own dad would set him up. Ryan's jaw dropped as if to say, 'That's not true!' but a smile from me stopped him from saying anything. A moment or two after Tyler put his dick in Brad's mouth, the warmth and the moist feeling caused Tyler's bladder to let loose. It's kind of like when you get in a pool, the first thing you have to do is pee. Tyler was so surprised, he pulled his dick out of Brad's mouth but couldn't stop the flow. His piss went all over Brad's face and shirt. "Put it back in," Ryan shouted. "Go ahead," Jason said with quiet encouragement when Tyler looked at him for advice. "It's okay, but hurry. You're makin' a mess." Tyler stuck his dick in Brad's open mouth and Brad wrapped his lips around the little pecker, swallowing the rest of Tyler's piss. "That's nasty!" Tyler said as a piss shiver signaled the end and he pulled out. "Thank you, Master Tyler," Brad said submissively. While I continued to fuck his ass, Ryan got on his hands and knees and backed up so Brad could eat out his ass. "Is he really gonna do it?" Tyler asked. "He better," Jason said, "or there'll be hell to pay." I knew Jason wasn't diabolical enough to come up with any kind of punishment but I appreciated his attempt to intimidate Brad. "Has Kevin used electro-torture on you yet?" I asked. Brad stopped rimming Ryan long enough to say, "No, sir, I don't think so." Then he started slurping on Ryan's ass like it was prime rib. "Oh, you'd know if he had. Has he started any chemical therapy?" I asked, pounding Brad's ass even harder. "No, sir," Brad grunted. "Quit interrupting him," Ryan said. "It's just startin' to feel good." "Open up for him. Let him get his tongue in there," I said. "He said he wanted to fuck you, so let him." "Oh, yeah," Ryan crooned. "He's gettin' in there now." Tyler got as close as he could, without getting in the way, so he could watch. "He's really doin' it!" he squealed. "You want some of that action, Tyler?" I asked. "Sure!" "Aw, Uncle Dickey," Ryan whined. "First rule of kindergarten is learn to share," I reminded him. Tyler pushed Ryan out of the way and bent over. After Brad started rimming him, I said, "You're gonna dream about these boys' butts the rest of your life, aren't you, Brad?" "Ohmigod, yes!" Brad groaned as if in agony, knowing I had implanted a thought he'd never be able to get out of his head. "Jason, why don't you get a piece of that action." I said. "Brad, your job is to keep those three assholes happy until I fuck the cum out of you. I want to see your hands at all times, 'cuz I don't want you touchin' yourself." For the next ten minutes I tortured Brad's prostate until I felt his asshole flex. Then I felt it squeeze each time a load of cum burst out of his cock into his jockstrap, adding to the pool that was already there. I pulled out, ripped the condom off and pulled Brad into a standing position. I squirted my load all over the outside of his pouch. "That's gonna leave one hellava stain when you put your pants back on." "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." "Now, if you'll pick out the right jockstraps for each of us, we'll be on our way." "My pleasure, sir," Brad said, looking down at his dripping jockstrap. "Yeah, go ahead, get dressed first." "Thank you, sir." "You, too, kids. The party's over." "So soon? I could cum three or four more times," Ryan argued. "Me, too," Tyler said. 'If I were doing dry cums, I could cum all night, too,' I thought. Jason smiled and said, "Save some for when we get home." When we all got to the register, the other sales clerk ignored us as she told Brad she was going to the rest room. After Brad cashed us out and we were on our way back to my apartment, Ryan asked, "Do you really think Kevin will use electro- torture on Brad?" "I don't know if Kevin even HAS the equipment. I just told Brad that to give him something to worry about. Maybe Kevin can keep him in line better if Brad thinks it's a possibility." "I'm not sure he knows what electro-torture is," Ryan said. "He'll ask around and then he'll really get scared." "You love playing with people's minds, don't you?" Ryan said. "Hey, Tyler, you gonna eat your dad's ass when we get back to Uncle Dickey's?" "Yeah, that was awesome! The whole time Brad was doin' it, I was wonderin' what it was like for him. I'd do it right now if I didn't have to wear this damn seatbelt." "Stay buckled up," I warned. Out of the corner of my eye I was able to see Tyler reach in his shorts and pull his hard-on out the leg hole. "Daddy Two, Tyler's playing with himself," Ryan said in a tattletale tone. Then I heard him grunt and squirm as he pulled his own hard-on out of his pants. Jason turned to look back at the two of them and smiled. "Now they're both jackin' off." "Don't make me pull this car over so I have to come back there and beat you." "You mean, beat us off, don't you?" Ryan giggled. I glanced over at Jason and saw he was fishing his trouser trout out, too. "No fair, guys! I've gotta drive." "We're just keepin' your dinner warm until we get home," Ryan said. I boned up just thinking about what could happen once we got back to the apartment. To be continued. Thanks for coming back for more. If you liked this story, please be sure to tell your friends about it. Also, consider checking out other stories written by me (under pseudonyms) at www.a2zestful.com. Earlier, I mentioned the site was closing down. I have been convinced to keep it open a little longer. The stories on that site include military, voyeuristic, adult/youth, and tales of the paranormal, to mention a few. 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