Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2004 13:46:32 -0800 (PST) From: Eros Zob Subject: Used by Jocks part 5 Disclaimer: The following story is for the most part a work of fiction. A few instances are drawn from actual events involving consenting persons 18 years or older, but no original names of people, or places have been used. The following material deals with sexual situations involving homosexual acts. Other situations include bondage, S&M, and in order to make a more compelling story line the situation takes place in a highschool setting. It is not recommended that this material be viewed by persons under the age of 18 or anyone else who does not wish to read a story involving acts of homosexual sex. Used by Jocks -- Part 5 by Eros Chapter 10 The Fire Within--- It was Joe, wearing athletic shorts and a grin. The grin suddenly disappeared however. "What the fuck are you wearing my jersey for?" Marco looked down at his own body and realized he had taken Joe's jersey from the dryer. This wasn't good. "Take that shit off Freshman!" Then he left Marco to undress and grabbed me leading me back to the towel room. Once he opened the door he couldn't help but immediately notice Paul's condition. He was sweating now more than before and in between his bronzed swimmer's legs was a raging hard-on. His pre-cum flowed down the shaft, glistening. Joe threw me into a corner and went over to Paul. "Apparently you like being handcuffed huh?" He flicked Paul's engorged cock, like he had earlier to my balls. Paul let out a muffled scream. Then to his surprise Joe uncuffed both his arms and walked out. Paul slunk to the floor laying on his back. He was exhausted, yet still completely hard. The jingling of keys and turning of the knob told us both we were now locked in. Joe turned the corner and re-entered the laundry room. Marco was naked again. He glanced down at Joe's hands. Handcuffs? Joe grabbed the naked freshman and dragged him into the locker section. He was clearly insulted by the freshman's lack of respect for someone else's property. In true Joe fashion, he would punish the offense with the first twisted quasi-sexual torture he could think of. Before Marco could think twice Joe snapped one of the cuffs around his left wrist and pulled the poor Latino over to the same wooden bench Nick had been pinned to earlier. Swinging his body onto the bench Joe wrenched both of Marco's arms above his head and around the plank of wood that served as the seat. Marco now lay on the bench flat on his back, hands pinned above him. But Joe wasn't done. He then grabbed the squirming boy's feet, straddling them around the bench seat, and cuffed them underneath. Marco was pinned. It wasn't particularly uncomfortable, but he was left completely exposed. His young naked body was face up on a bench. His flaccid cock flopped onto his left leg and he was unable to move or defend himself in any way. Joe went over to his locker, and fiddled around in his gym bag. What was he looking for? Finally he found it. It looked like a large tube of tooth paste, but it was all red. Marco couldn't read the label, he was beginning to sweat. "Don't worry Marco, it's medicine." Joe smiled. Then he sat on Marco's bench straddling it at the bound victim's knees. Marco lifted his head up. What is gonna do with that? What is it? Then Joe emptied a generous portion of the tube onto his fingers and reached for Marco's crotch. "What is that shit man? What the fuck? What is it?" Marco asked, his voice quivering. Then he screamed as the ointment touched his balls. It burned! It must be some muscle relaxant or something Marco thought. Joe showed no sign of worry for Marco's discomfort. He coated the helpless boy's balls and cock with it. Probably too much. Marco was writhing in agony as Joe rubbed the length of his shaft in what felt like liquid fire. Joe stroked the burning cock, then finally coated the head as well not forgetting to dab a little extra right on Marco's piss slit. This sent Marco over the edge. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and his nose was running. "AAAhh...Fuck please...Joe, get it off!! Get it off!!!!" Joe only grinned more. He wasn't done. He fingered his way through Marco's pubic hair and placed a dab of the red hot ointment right at the upper base of Marco's cock. Then he raised himself from the bench and bent over the boy's torso placing two large globs over his erect nipples. "AAAAHHH...Stop It! STOP IT!....AAAAAHH! It BURNS!!!" Joe was loving this. He suddenly had an idea. He momentarily left the struggling torture victim screaming in pain and then returned with a large fan. The ointment would react to this. Once positioned. Joe pointed the fan at Marco's crotch and turned it on medium. Marco's pubic hair tousled in the breeze and the ointment was suddenly twice as hot on his crotch. The little Latino's body was completely tensed. Every muscle strained at it's constraints trying to get free, but the cuffs wouldn't budge. "NO!...PLEASE JOE!!! NO! I'm Sorry. I'm SORRY! Please! FUCK!!!" Then another bit of inspiration hit the jock. He returned to where Marco lay and squirted some more of the substance onto his fingers. Marco didn't even notice, his eyes were squeezed shut. Then they opened as he felt Joe's hands again. The nearly naked Jock hovered over Marco's crotch again. What more could he do? Joe reached down in between Marco's legs and rubbed the evil goo into his taint. The whole area in between Marco's legs now burned. Then showing no signs of stopping. Joe rubbed more of the ointment into Marco's groin and pushed it further and further towards the boy's ass. Marco was bumping up and down screaming. "No! NO! You CAN'T! AAAAAHHHH HELP!!! No! NO! Joe!!!!...PLEASE!!!!!!" But Joe was unaffected. He jammed his goo covered finger into Marco's recently used ass. Not to miss his loosened sphincter muscle. He rammed his finger inside of Marco. "AAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" The team manager strained all over. He was in immense stimulation. His whole crotch was on fire, he couldn't even feel his nipples and now his ass was burning from the inside. The tears continued to flow. He begged for it to end. "FUCK Joe!!! I'll do ANYTHING!...PLEASE!!! I'll...FUCK!!!! AAAAHHH!!!!" Chapter 11 No More Blues--- I stared at the exhausted sweaty naked body of Paul Greeve's. He hadn't even removed the dirty underwear gag. Then with a start he rose to a seated position, his hard cock bouncing up and smacking his belly. He quickly pulled off the soiled gag and spat. Then he yanked the sock blindfold off and squinted around the room until he saw me. He hadn't realized there was someone else in the room. "Hey" he said gruffly "we locked in?" I nodded. We were both naked. And Paul was in an obvious state of arousal, that I had put him in. Though he didn't know it was me, I couldn't help but look a little guilty for what I had done to him. Paul, now free from all that once bound him, leaned back and stretched his legs. His cock protruded obscenely. "It was you wasn't it?" he asked, out of no where. "What?" I said, my first instinct was always to deny. "It was you in here earlier...when I was blindfolded..." He didn't let me answer. "You licked me...everywhere." I couldn't answer I stared at the floor. He looked down at his own cock, still hard. "Now I don't feel so bad for pissing in your mouth earlier" He gave a sarcastic smirk. It was silent for a while. "Well you gonna finish it?" I immediately looked up at him as if shocked at such a suggestion. But it was all true. I had blue balled him. I had brought him to the very brink of completion, of orgasm. It would have been his first blowjob too. But I hadn't finished it. I left him hard and quivering. But I couldn't admit to it and out myself to another of my peers. Then all the surfer boys that hung out with Paul would know. They'd all make fun of me. Or would they know? Would Paul really reveal to his friends the events of today? Or would it be too embarrassing? I took the chance. Finally I admitted the truth to him, with my eyes. "Come on, man...you gotta suck me off now." I nodded and crawled over to him. He was still just sitting on the ground, his arms were too tired to hoist himself up. I slowly looked up at him again only to find he'd made himself comfortable. His eyes were closed, his legs were spread, and his hands were cushions behind his head. I stopped waiting for the OK and dipped my head down into his crotch. His cock was still completely hard, but I wanted to get things flowing again, so as per my training I nuzzled his ball sac. Then sucked them one by one. They were already shaking. He might blow without my help. Wondering if that would piss him off, I thought it best to just take my medicine. I lifted myself up again, and then puckered my lips around the head of his throbbing cock. I had only just moistened it and pumped it with my mouth twice when he began shooting. His hands lowered to the ground beside him as he bolted glob after glob of warm and pungent surfer-spunk into my mouth. He'd built up a huge load, because of me. I'd done this to myself. "UUNNH ANNH UUUUNNH UNH UNH UUUNNNNHH!!!!" It wouldn't quit. His pulsing member issued jet after jet of salty cum into my mouth, and I swallowed every last bit. Then finally it stopped. He was rocked with spasms, but his testicles were finally empty. He reached over and placed his hand on the back of my head in approval. Just as I was about to pull out, he applied enough pressure to push my head down into his pubic hair, his softening cock went deeper into my mouth, and he held me there shrinking in the warm wetness of my cock sucking mouth. "AAAH...." He exhaled. We remained in that position for a while. I occasionally flicked his cock around the inside of my mouth with my tongue, but he didn't even respond. Then he lifted his hand from my head and I pulled off of him leaving a trail of spit and cum running down my face. That's when we heard the screams. Marco was in pain. Whatever it was Joe was doing to him it was getting quite a response. Paul awoke from his post-orgasmic haze, and we both stared at the locked door in front of us. To Be Continued... Questions or Comments? Contact Eros: ofvenus@yahoo.com