Date: Fri, 5 Dec 2008 13:31:58 -0800 (PST) From: Bart Hanks Subject: Varsity Tough Chapter Eleven Chapter Eleven - After The Game The annual football battle between two enemies was over. Hinson beat Grove Hill 27-7. There was jubilation everywhere as the players streamed off the field and into the lockers. Some guys showered, some just changed clothes, but everybody was slapping each other on the back and congratulating their buddies on the great game they played. Sam and Ted, the giant linebackers, sloshed around in the showers, grabbing each other and anybody else on the butt, while also trying to drag other players already dressed back into the spray. Their soapy gleaming bodies glistened as they indulged in mock ball fights and dick grabbing. Josh stayed away from them, content to dress and go home. He didn't trust them when they got wild like this. He was sure they would try to drag him on a ride out in the country as they had been threatening. He needed to know if he could start wearing underwear tomorrow. Everybody else could, but they had said he couldn't. He figured if nobody said anything, he'd go back to underwear and pretend he didn't know he wasn't supposed to. Jennings, pumped up with the victory and aware that this was his last season of high school football, bounded around thumping his chest and whooping. "Take your last look at my stallion you pansies!" He shook his hose dick while he talked. "Remember what I pack between my legs, because after this season you won't have it to feast your eyes on any more." "That's a relief" someone said. Another guy uttered "He's gonna wake up to reality when he finds it's too thick to get into any girl's pussy." "I heard that! Well don't worry. Tonight I'm gonna get me some ass!" "And I know whose it'll be!" Ted shouted, pointing in Matt's direction. `Hey!" someone else shouted, "warn Matt!" "Hey Matt, watch out, Jennings is going to get your ass tonight." This was followed by gales of laughter. Jennings turned red and shook his fist. Across the room, working with the towels and soiled jocks, Matt looked up and frowned, shaking his head. He didn't understand why people were always making remarks like that about him and Jennings. It was probably true that Jennings got him this job as manager, and they lived next door to each other, but that was all. Then Jennings, still buck naked, started coming over. "Come on, Matt, let's take a shower together. Get out of those things and come with me!" Instead, Matt dropped the laundry and started out into the hall, running as fast as he could. Jennings came in pursuit, but once they were near the outside where people still milled around, Jennings turned back. "Matt, you're missing out on one of the most awesome experiences of your life." The team all laughed. Matt waited a few minutes until he figured Jennings would be in the shower and most of his audience would have gone. He knew all this was done just for effect, but it made him uncomfortable. Jennings was really nice to him, in fact just a couple of days ago he told Matt he would give him his own key to Jennings' basement. He also told him that starting now he could come over anytime, that he didn't need an invitation. "Just come on in" was what he said. For Matt that meant a place where he could go beat off without worrying about his brother catching him. As it was now, he had to make sure his brother was gone to work and his father was at the church. He regretted his father's rule that no doors could have locks on them in his house. It had begun to dawn on him that his home was very different from other peoples'. Most of all he disliked his brother checking his dick each morning to see if it was any bigger, if it was getting worked on by him. Matt's real joy was looking forward to sleeping over Saturday night with Josh. His moments with Josh made up for some of the stuff he had to put up with. He turned and went back in to finish his job with the equipment. Ben Stone changed into his clothes without a shower. He was meeting someone. He smiled inwardly. This was going to be fun. He had been preparing for this all week. It began the day after they caged Zack. Ben stopped by Enzo's after practice, ostensibly to make sure Enzo had all he needed for controlling Zack. He had seen how addicted Enzo seemed to his stories of life in the lumber yard, and how descriptions of camp life turned him on. He figured he could use that to draw Enzo in deeper, and share getting Zack as well -- maybe even take over Zack if he played it well. So after two visits to Enzo this week, he had worked out with him that he'd get Zack to come over after the game, and he and Ben would shave Zack while Ben told him more camp stories. Ben knew once they got to shaving Zack, Enzo would do anything he suggested. When he moved to town he learned that town boys were suckers for a good story about torture, holding someone prisoner, how much pain a guy could take, things like that. So with his backlog of real experiences of life among guys in the back woods, he could invent and embellish things into yarns that would have guys bug-eyed...and in some cases hard. That's what Ben looked for, the guys he could make hard just by telling them stories. Just as psychiatrists use techniques to determine who is a good candidate for hypnosis, Ben learned who he could make hard, and kept that knowledge, knowing he could use it later to bring them under his spell. The other thing he learned quickly is that half-told things will intrigue a guy into believing whatever you want him to believe. He could say to a guy who was already hard from hearing Ben's stories, "Like this one guy I knew, they got him and god man you wouldn't believe what they did. I mean afterward he couldn't stand to even touch his own balls for three days." At that point Ben would stop, appear distracted, and ask about a bird in a nearby tree, or a car passing by. `What kind of car/bird is that?" The guy would be so horned, he was putty in Ben's hands. He would say "What did they do to him?" He had been hanging on Ben's every word, and now Ben wasn't telling him what he wanted to hear. Ben knew how to wait, how to let a guy get really eager. Sometimes he'd just finish the story. But he always filed away in his mind the information that this person was malleable, usable, and could be brought under his control. When he needed to use the guy for something, he'd look him up again and begin to work his old magic. The plan he used on Enzo was subtler. He would seem impressed with Enzo's plans for Zack. He would listen in rapt attention to whatever Enzo said. Gradually Enzo began to simply accept the notion that if he was working on Zack, Ben should be a part of it. That was coupled with the fact that Ben still spun stories of the lumber mill that fascinated Enzo. Ben judged his success by how big a bone Enzo got from listening to him. He would put on his conspiratorial tone of voice, as if whispering deep secrets, and talk about guys and what he did to them, and at other time about guys and what they did to him. He enjoyed watching how Enzo began to catch his breath, how he gave a little throat clearing as if trying to keep control, and when Ben put his hand on his shoulder, Enzo actually shivered. He knew Enzo was barely able to keep his dick under control when Ben started a story. The squirming, the hand brushing across his lap, the shifting of the legs, all were signs of Enzo's erection. So when Ben offered to come by and shave Zack after the game, Enzo agreed. Ben had stipulated that he and Enzo would be nude when they shaved Zack. "It'll make us all equal, but we'll be more equal than him." Enzo sort of liked the idea, the way Ben pitched it. By the time Ben got there, Zack was sitting on the bench used for shaving, totally nude, and with the cage off. His hands were cuffed behind him. "What's up?" Ben asked. "Nothing much. We were waiting for you. I've just been talking to Zack." "Yeah? What's he been talking to you about?" Ben began undressing. Enzo followed suit. Zack glared at both of them. "He thinks he can make me even hornier by talking about sex and stuff." Ben noticed Zack's bone stayed soft. "I understand, Zack. You know, Jennings made me wear that very same cage for awhile last summer. I know what it's like." That struck a resounding chord with Zack. "Really? This same cage? How long did you have to wear it?" "A few weeks." "What's the longest you ever had to go without shooting off?" Zack seemed to be warming up to the subject. "Nine days." "How did it seem?" "Like the longest nine days of my life." "Mine's just been since Monday and already I can't stand it. I think some nights lying in bed that I'll go crazy if I can't beat off." "Did you used to beat off a lot?" "Not really. But I mean maybe once a day, and that's not much." "Never more than that?" Zack got a little restless. He had been watching Ben with fascination. Now he glanced to one side. "Um...not really. I mean maybe when I was 12 and just starting out..." Ben put on his confidential tone. "Come on, Zack. You can tell us. Remember we know you better than anybody. We've shaved you, we've messed with you. Enzo here even pulls your little running shorts up for you when you start on a run." Zack seemed to be struggling with a dilemma. "Why would you think I'd do it more than once a day?" Ben gave Zack a warm, best-buddy grin. "Because I know you, Zack." He leaned over and parted him on the leg. Zack gave a sound as if it turned him on. Ben took it a step forward. He moved his hand up Zack's leg, moving it now above the knee, close to the thigh, close to the balls. Zack let out a moan. Ben leaned close. Zack could feel his breath on his leg and balls. "Come on, Zack. Tell us what it's been like...how often...where." Zack let out a gasp. Ben's fingers had just lightly touched his balls. "Um...I don't...hey, don't make me tell you stuff like that." "Come on, Zack. You're our guy. Guys tell each other stuff." "Yeah. Maybe, but not that kind of stuff." "So how much do you really beat off?" Ben's fingers touched the balls again, lightly but with a continuing motion, circling them. The sack was full, pulled close and solid like an orange. Ben could feel the heat from them. "Come on, Zack." "OK. OK. Lemme think..." "You don't need to think if you're being truthful, Zack." "Hey I don't write it down on a calendar." Ben's hand now cupped Zack's balls, gently moving them. "Come on, Zack, tell us the truth." "All right, I'll admit sometimes I still do it more than once a day." "Like when?" "Like last week when Mr. Wylie was making me and Josh do stuff. And afterward when I'd go home and think about it, and think about Josh always boned up, and I'd be so hot I just had to jerk off." "That's good, Zack. I like how you're being so honest. So tell me, did you ever get walked in on while you were jacking off?" Zack gulped. "Yes. It was embarrassing. It was Antonio. I was nearly ready to shoot off. He grabbed me and held me down, and then he reached down and grabbed my bone." "Did he hurt it?" "No, he just played with it. He'd bring me to the edge of firing off, and he'd stop. He kept talking to me about how I was a bad little boy, and then he'd play with it some more. But what was worse was that when I finally shot, he wouldn't let it go soft. He just kept working it. He said he wouldn't stop until I came a second time. I mean right in a row." Ben noticed Enzo was totally hard and hanging on Zack's every word. "Did he succeed?" "Finally. Afterward my dick was so sore I couldn't work on it for a couple of days." Ben asked him several more things, then turned to Enzo and said "I guess we ought to get to shaving him now." Enzo was impressed with how good a shave Ben gave. Even thought it had only been five days since the last one, the stubble could be felt under the surface. As Ben lathered him up, he said "Let's just get the good parts tonight, and leave his chest and arms and legs for another time." Getting the crotch was the most fun for Enzo, seeing Zack's disk flop back and forth as he held it out of the way of Ben's razor. Enzo fingered the head as he held it, noticing the dick begin to respond. `Just like a dog that hears his master's call' he thought, meaning the dick was getting used to his fingers from cleaning it. It recognized the fingers and understood how to respond. Enzo knew this was going to be more and more fun as time went by. Having Ben here just added to it. Before starting on his butt, Ben said "Feel those balls, how smooth hey are." Enzo did and agreed. "They're pretty full. He's going to need to bust a nut before too long." "Yeah. Maybe he'll run faster now." Ben wiped the soap off, dried the area, and then reached down and took hold of Zack's dick. "Zack, I'll going to ask Enzo to take your cuffs off." He began slowly pumping the dick. "It'll be a temptation to jack off or something, but I don't want you to do that. I want to be able to trust you, and I want you to be able to trust us." Zack was caught in the thrill of someone touching his bone. He could hardly think straight. "OK. I will. Whatever you say." Ben stopped the pumping and they took off his cuffs and turned him over. "Lie on your bone, Zack, and use your hands to pull your ass cheeks apart so we can shave your butt and your hole." Ben spent the time pointing out Zack's smooth butt, his nice hole, and other things like that. Enzo was impressed. He felt like Ben was telling him he had gotten a really good slave. When that was done and cleaned, they got Zack to lie on his back and pull his legs up wide and high. Ben told him to hold his toes so he and Enzo didn't have to support his legs. Zack's legs had gotten stronger with the daily running, and he did it without feeling tired. "See how good his butt hole looks now?" Ben was proud of his work. Enzo moved close to the hole. "Touch it. See how smooth it is." He did, and Zack moaned. Ben felt this was the time to move in on Enzo's mind. "Look how it almost winks at you. Put your finger in there and test it." Enzo frowned. "Why not a dildo or something?" "Well you said he kept his butt clean, didn't you? Zack you clean yourself out every day, right?" "Yes" Zack said sullenly. At least now they were talking to him again, instead of making him answer questions about his sex life. "Go ahead, Enzo." Leaning close to Enzo's ear and using a seductive confidential tone, he explained "It'll show him that you and he are one unit, that you being inside him makes him more complete. Try it. Soon he'll belong to you in mind as well as body." Enzo ran a finger down Zack's butt crack. It felt smooth, nice. Zack shivered. Enzo's finger reached the hole and paused there. He barely flicked at the hole. There was more reaction from Zack. He noticed Zack's bone started up. Ben breathed confidently in Enzo's ear, "Now enter him slowly. Push in all the way, but take your time. Then slide it around. You'll see not only that he bones up even more, but that his balls will start to react as well. Most guys forget that looking at a guy from this end, you can see a lot more going on with his balls." Enzo did what Ben said. He felt a jolt as his finger went in, then Zack's ass muscles gripped the finger holding tight to it. As Ben predicted, the balls began to shift while the bone rose dripping. The head came out from the hood and stood fully exposed. "Now do two things: blow some air on the tip of his bone, and with your other finger slowly stroke his balls while you continue to move this finger around inside him. After that, start some in-out motions." Enzo began to get into the swing of things. Ben was right, it was more fun if you had someone helping you get a guy. Enzo was glad Ben was standing so close, able to whisper good ideas in his ears. He looked at Zack's bone, now fully hard and ripping. He like the idea they were doing this naked. He was getting an erection, and he saw Ben was getting one too. "We're all boned up" he whispered to Ben. Ben smiled. He was drawing Enzo into the trap. "Right. And Zack sees it too. It's getting him aroused." Standing behind Enzo now, he leaned over his shoulder and asked Zack "How's this feel? Pretty good?" It was obvious that Zack was caught up in the lust as well. But he only said "I guess." Standing behind Enzo, Ben's stiff pole now rested pointing upward between Enzo's butt cheeks. He ran a hand over Enzo's ass and said "Sorry my dick is poking you. Your technique has really gotten to me." Enzo glowed from the praise. "That's OK. It feels pretty good there." Zack was now moaning from the effect of all this. He twisted his head and thrust it backward. "Now remove your finger from his hole. He'll gasp and want it back in there. Next put your face in there and lick his hole. Use your tongue to push at the hole. It'll drive him crazy." For a second Enzo almost broke the spell. "I'm not about to put my face in somebody's ass." "But your finger was clean when you pulled it out, wasn't it? It's clean in there. Giving him a tongue job around the rim will get him right to the peak. Remember what we want is for him to cum without anybody touching his dick. Then you can punish him for that, and at the same time know that he never had the fun of touching it. He'll be absolutely broken to have just shot off with no good squeeze of his own dick." Ben was afraid he had gone too far, so he put his hand on Enzo's butt to reassure him. Zack could see tell they were talking, but he was so carried away with these sensations, he didn't really care. He knew he had gone for just too long without shooting his load. The euphoria he was in right now was all he cared about. Enzo moved his face in. Tentatively he licked along Zack's smooth ass crack. He realized how great it looked smoothly shaved. It was almost inviting. It was like it was waiting for him. Zack's eyes flew open at the touch of the tongue. He had never felt anything that great before, and now that his ass was shaved again, anything back there sent sensations all through his body. It was like a magic kind of electricity powering up from the hole all the way through his body. Behind Enzo, Ben leaned on his back, whispering things in his ear, while his rock hard bone pushed skyward against the entire length of Enzo's crack. It was warm and inviting, and Ben knew Enzo would fall under its spell. Slurping sounds came from Enzo. It was turning out to be even more of a turn on than he had imagined. What added to it all was that Zack kept squeezing his hole and cheeks, muscles contracting and relaxing while Enzo licked away. Enzo could feel the precum from Ben's dick running down his crack. Ben was whispering "Back at the camp, we could drive a guy wild just by slurping our tongues over his ass. I guess it's the images it brings up in a guy's mind, knowing another guy has his tongue back there going to town." "It's pretty wet. What's next?" "That's when you can stuff your dick up his ass." "OK. But when?" "Right now, Enzo. He's horny and waiting for your dick there. You've even got me horny and dripping in your crack." "I don't know if I can do it with another guy watching." "I'm not watching. I'm back here humping your crack. I won't even see it. And think how hot it'll be with you fucking him while I'm humping you." Enzo liked the idea, particularly with Ben's hot breath in his ear, Ben's hot body on his back, Ben's strong arms around him, and that dick dripping into his hole. He prepared to thrust. Ben said "Cowboy on, dude. Plow the field." At the same moment he thrust into Zack's hole, Ben's dick went into him. Enzo felt it and yet he didn't want to stop his thrust. Zack's hole was great: tight, hot, and sticky. It grasped his pole at the same instant Ben entered him. "It's us together, dude. Us forever." Those words gave Enzo a feeling of belonging, of being a part of something great. He had never realized before what it would be like to have a real pal, a best friend, somebody he could do stuff like this with. As Antonio's younger brother in a dying neighborhood, he had always felt like an outcast. Now he felt important, like somebody worth something. He had Ben to thank for that. He and Ben thrust in unison: Ben thrust in him just as he thrust in Zack. When he began to pull back, Ben was doing the same thing. Zack's bone stood rigid, hard, and fierce, bobbing in front of him to the rhythm they were creating. Zack held his legs spread wide. Enzo wished he could climb inside with each thrust. The legs, the body heat, the unbelievable smoothness of the balls and crotch, the great smooth ass and hole, it was perfect. At the moment Ben shot off into him, Ben's thrust was so hard it was like his bone was going to lift him off his feet. That was all it took to make him start firing off into Zack. It was hot and sticky. Shot after shot went into Zack, who moaned with the pleasure of it all. When it all subsided, he and Ben collapsed on Zack chest. Zack's legs were wrapped around their backs. They pulled themselves together, cleaned Zack up and put the cage back on. "Don't I get nothing?" Zack asked. Obviously he wanted relief. "All you have to do is break your record on your run. That could happen any time." Enzo knew he had to be firm. Playing with Zack was starting to be fun, and he had to be careful to stay stern. "And" Ben spoke up, "when that time comes, when you finally earn your first cum since being caged, I want to be here too. Right, Enzo?" It didn't occur to Enzo that slowly Ben was taking control, so he said "Right. I'll call you." Zack hurried home, grumbling to himself that nobody seemed to care whether he got any relief or not. He touched the back of his pants and realized he was dripping cum. "DAMN!" He felt like he'd been totally screwed. And, indeed, he had been. When Matt got home after the game, he went up to his room. His father seemed to be reading downstairs where he kept a study. He wasn't sure if his brother was home yet or not. Once in his room, he decided to look again at the pictures he had taken (and that Jennings took as well) of Josh at the creek. It was the day this all began for Matt, finding Josh hard and boned up, sitting on a stump, with his bathing suit thrown high in a pine tree. The pictures were in a hidden file, but he was afraid each time he looked at them that his brother would come in and catch him. Tonight he was anxious to look at them again because tomorrow he would be spending the night with Josh. He always felt happier and safer with Josh than anywhere else. He wondered what things they would do while they were together. He was glad Jennings had promised him a key to the basement, saying he could use it whenever he wanted. That would give him and Josh a place to go where they could be together and safe from being interrupted. He smiled as he remembered how some of the team would come up to Josh at school and say "Drop `em and grab the sky." Josh would have to do that, and his bone was always up. Sometimes there would be girls not far away and they would squeal and turn their heads. Other guys would laugh. But then some of the team would growl or shout at them and they would run. Then the varsity guys would say "Good job, Josh. You check out just fine." Matt could see them point to Josh's bone and make comments. He really didn't understand how a guy's bone could be that hard all the time. But he liked it. It was funny thinking about Josh. Those thoughts did make Matt's hummer hum, but it made his stomach feel funny, and it sometimes made his chest feel tight. Nobody else had that effect on him. He sighed. Josh was really a special person. Over at Josh's house, his brother Troy had received a call from the hospital about his visit that morning. It seemed there was a Dr. Peters on their staff who had developed an experimental program for eliminating the visible effects of tattoos. The nurse who called suggested Troy might want to give the doctor a call. She gave him the number. Troy complied and his call was answered on the second ring. As they talked, the doctor said, "I hope you understanding that I'm not looking for patients like some attorney chasing ambulances. But when I saw in the records that you were tattooed within the last 24 hours, I told the nurse she might let you know about my procedure." "Can you explain it?" "Yes, it only works within the first 48 hours of receiving a tattoo. I have developed a formula which, when injected and left overnight, will remove all traces of the tattoo and will heal the area that received the needle. "At first the injection will cause a little swelling, but it disappears very shortly. There are no other side effects that we have found." He paused in his explanation, letting the information soak in. Then he resumed "I do need to ask you a couple of personal questions to make sure you meet the qualifications to receive this. Prior to the tattoo, had you masturbated within the previous 12 hours?" "Um...well, sort of." "This is important and it needs to be yes or no. Had you masturbated within 12 hours of the tattoo?" "Yes, but a guy did it to me. It wasn't me doing it. And while they tattooed me, they kept pulling on my dick and stuff like that." "The guy who did it, he actually manipulated your organ to orgasm?" Troy hated these personal questions. Why did the doctor want so much detail? "Well yeah. I was tied to a tree and he worked me off." There was a long silence. Then in a quiet voice, the doctor asked "Does this sort of thing happen to you very often?" "No. Why?" "Some people who have strange sexual habits react adversely to my treatment in these cases." "What happens to them?" "Their sexual organs sometimes become inflamed with the solution I inject. Perhaps you should think it over before requesting my treatment." "Hey doc, if it works, that'll be all I need to know. When should I come in for it?" "Tomorrow morning at 8. You'll need to sign some papers before I proceed, things saying you understand the risk." He paused, "Are you sure enough about your sexual habits that you don't think it could be a risk?" "Heck, doc, what have I got to loose?" Unknown to Matt as he day-dreamed in his room, Josh was nearby. Actually he was next door, in Jennings' basement, having a serious talk about the varsity and Zack. "Is there any way we can sort of release Zack and just let him go? The season's almost over, he has nothing that could hurt me or the team, and I feel kind of bad for the guy now." Jennings grinned. "You got the hots for Zack now? I thought it was Matt that turned you on." Josh blushed. `It's not like that. I just feel sorry for the guy." "Well I heard he had you panting when he fucked you up the butt." "Jennings, that's not true." "Yeah, and I guess next you'll tell me it's not true that you're gay." "I'm not. I swear." "OK. Than drop `em and grab the sky." "What?" "That's right. I want you in front of me boned like I see you are, when you try to tell me what does and doesn't turn you on." "Hey that's OK at school but why do I --" "Josh, you want a favor from me. So do what I say now and we'll see where it goes from there." He smiled to himself. Josh could be led so easily. He watched with eyes that were a little too eager as Josh dropped his pants and lifted his hands high in the air. His bone was already totally snapped up to his stomach as if it was welded there. "See how hard you were? And with me watching, you'll be dripping precum in nothing flat." He smiled as the head of Josh's dick burped out some as he spoke. Reaching out, he touched to tip of the head. Josh gasp but stood rigid. "That's right, Josh. You stand there while we discuss this. Don't flinch. You know you love these moments." Josh gritted his teeth. The fingers were working a magic. He felt totally boned. "Do you remember the day at school you had to go pee and you got a bathroom pass and a couple of the team and I caught you in the hall just outside the bathroom?" Josh remembered. They made him grab the sky and then just stood there looking him over, back and front. It was almost the end of the period, and any second the bell could ring sending everybody rushing into the hall. It was bad enough that he was boned and dying to pee, but the fear of everybody coming out and catching him here was making him that much more horned and pee-ready. They kept grinning and saying `Nice." "Yep, no underwear." "I guess he passed the test." "Think we ought to let him go pee?" "Sure looks like he needs to." "Maybe we ought to wait and let the others decide if he should do that." "Well they'll be along any minute." Josh had scrunched his face and squeezed his butt as hard as he could, trying to hold everything in. He knew that if he flinched, they'd make it worse. They always did every time anyone flinched while grabbing the sky. Standing behind him, one of the team said "He's got a nice butt." "Yeah, and nice in front too. He's good; we ought to find a way to put him on display." "He's on display right now. All we have to do is leave him this way until the bell rings." Josh thought he'd actually have to start peeing if they didn't let him go. This was excruciating. They timed it well. At the exact moment the bell rang, they said, "OK, you can go pee now." Pulling up his pants, Josh dashed into the bathroom. "I see by the look on your face that you do remember" Jennings said. Josh was pulled back from reverie instantly. Jennings fingers were still on the very tip of his bone. "Moist down there" Jennings commented. "Yes I remember. And when I got in the bathroom I couldn't pee right away. I stood there at the urinal and was about to go crazy. Then all the other guys came in and were peeing and somebody made a comment about my bone and then it seemed like everybody in the place had to come over and have a look. Jennings, it was awful. It really was." Josh's voice sounded breathless as he rushed through the explanation. Part of the reason was that he knew Jennings would start getting results from his finger play before long. "Yeah, Josh. And after that it seems almost everybody knew about your bone. That's why Ted and Sam don't want you to start wearing underwear again. You're becoming sort of a legend with that bone of yours." He stepped back and Josh thought he could relax. But Jennings told him to stay just like that. He went over to the sink, got a cup of water, and took a pill out of a small bottle there. Bringing it over to Josh, he gave him the pill and handed him the cup. "Here. Swallow this and drink the water." Josh knew it was futile to object. He swallowed the pill and drained the cup. Then he asked, "Is that another blue pill like you gave me out at the creek that day?" "No. From the looks of how much you stray boned, you won't ever need one of them again. This one is a diuretic." `What's that?" "Well I got to thinking about that day outside the boys' bathroom, and so I gave you a pill that makes you pee. It takes about 10 minutes and then you'll want to pee up a storm." "What did you do that for?" "Oh, Josh, you worry about too many things. You realize that, don't you?" But he couldn't lure Josh off the subject. "Why, Jennings? Why do you enjoy doing stuff to me?" "Because I like you. Now come over here, kick those pants off and pull off that shirt, and then get over here in my lap. I want to talk to you." "Well I'm sure not gonna sit in your lap like some little kid, no matter how big you are." "Right. That's not what you're going to do. You're going to lie across my lap so I can get to know your butt better." "Damn if that's so." "Come on, Josh." He reached out one of his big arms and swept Josh across his legs. Josh's bone pressed against Jennings' leg. Jennings liked the way it poked when it hit there, then sort of slid a little. He figured it would get Josh hotter as he squirmed. Also he knew that in another few minutes the pill would start to work. Jennings always admitted he was an ass man. Of course naturally that was girls' asses, not guys. But here with Josh's white round smooth ass spread out before him, he felt a sense of pleasure he hadn't previously felt. He ran his fingers across both cheeks, and Josh squirmed. "Like that, did you Josh?" "No." "But you reacted. You like me touching that butt of yours, don't you." As he said that, he slid his fingers into the ass crack. Not only did Josh react, but Jennings could feel the moisture of precum soaking through his pants from Josh's bone. "I'm going to check out your hole." Josh wiggled some more, telling him no even as Jennings' finger touched the pucker part. "Hold on, Josh, we're going in deep." Josh let out what amounted to a squawk when that happened. He flailed his arms and kicked his feet. All of which, naturally, just excited his dick head that much more. "Now we're going to try some thrusts. OK with that, Josh?" "No" he panted, acting almost like a turtle on its back who can't turn over. But he was on his stomach, and the finger was driving him wild. For several minutes he squirmed, beginning to sweat, while the finger thrust in and out, almost totally out and then fully in. And after that it wiggled around inside him. Josh was squawking and laughing so hard he had trouble breathing. It wasn't funny but the wiggling inside him was making him laugh. "Care to try for two?" he asked as he prepared to insert two fingers. Josh cried no, but two fingers went in. They stayed motionless until Josh calmed down, then Jennings began to slowly turn them, seeking for the most emotion and at the same time loosening Josh up. Josh's dick was a leaking sieve by now. The fingers slowly spread apart, pushing the entranceway even further open. That was the moment when Josh shouted urgently, "I've got to pee! I mean it, I need to pee NOW!" "Hold on, buckaroo. I'll just clamp my fingers around that head and squeeze so tight nothing can come out." "Nooo! Please! You don't understand." He was kicking and squirming wildly now, and Jennings was having a hard time holding him on his knees. "You piss on this floor and you'll lick it up yourself. And you know what your tongue would look like after lapping up this floor," Jennings said, then lifted Josh just enough to free his bone so Jennings could clasp the head tightly. Josh began to vibrate. "Don't make me pee on myself. It'll get on all of us. Take me over to the sink and I'll pee in a jar there." "And my fingers stay in you and we'll come back over here afterward and you'll be just like now?" "Yes" Josh agreed. They made an odd pair, moving slowly across the room: Jennings' two fingers still up Josh's butt, Josh's bone bouncing madly, and Josh breathing rapidly like a pregnant woman in the stress of labor. They must have looked like some demonic version of the elephant walk. As usual when he was totally horned, it took Josh a while to finally pee, ultimately having to settle for short forced bursts of the hot pungent liquid. With fingers still in him, they started back across the room. That was when the back door opened, and Matt stood there. "Hi," Matt said. "What's up?" End of Chapter Eleven --- --- --- -- --- --- (Thanks to everybody for the email. Some of you may spot your suggestions in this chapter. I think the story will probably run a couple of more chapters, but I feel like it's beginning to point to the end. -- Bart)