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"Zombies Ate My Dick"

By Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #2

I was just as mesmerized and fascinated as I was scared and petrified. Seeing my friends naked was an unexpected bonus to our sleepover. It was something I'd secretly hoped would happen, but I never imagined it would happen like this. Now that our older captors were stripping down in our presence, I went from fascinated to totally turned-on. Seeing naked guys who were my age was rare enough, but seeing these older guys, who were more fully developed, was something all together new for me.

As I looked more closely, I realized that, unlike their faces and clothing that appeared to be riddled with death and decomposition, their naked bodies were smooth and fit, resembling typically healthy, athletic and sexually mature teenagers. With their tattered clothes on and the apparent use of some ambiguous make-up, there was no way to tell their age. But, by stripping naked, they revealed their true age, at least to me.

Now, it became obvious that these guys weren't much older than the four of us. I found this to be a troubling inconsistency. I was somewhat disappointed as I came to the realization that they weren't Zombies at all. The illusion that had me so awestruck had now been haplessly dispelled. Even though I now knew the truth, I continued to look upon our captors as genuine Zombies. I somehow believed that, if the four of them were still Zombies, it would be far better than if they were crazed, out of control teenagers.

Perhaps, with the numbers being even as they were, (the four of us against the four of them), we might be able to take them by surprise and gain control over them. I was going to have to wait for the right moment for them to drop their guard, but I was too scared and worried about our immediate situation to do anything just yet. No matter what, it was going to be a dangerous move since they possessed the knives.

As we sat up on our sleeping bags, afraid to even move a muscle, our captors towered like giants beside us. They stood tall in our presence and stroked their cocks into fully hardened erections. Their growing cocks were eye level to us now and in the cloak of darkness, they looked like they could've been as big around as beer cans and twice the length.

"What are you going to do to us?" Manny shuddered, out of fear for his life.

"Do?" The leader asked. "Ah yes. What to do, indeed! What do you think guys?"

"I say, let them eat `Zombie Dicks' and find out what they taste like," joked the intruder standing over Scott.

"Good idea," the leader said. "Let the lesson begin! You go first!"

Suddenly, Scott's voice caught everyone off guard.

"I'm not going to suck that thing," Scott objected.

Everything went silent for a second and it got so quiet that I could hear my own heart, beating in my ears. All eyes were suddenly glued onto Scott. Everyone was stunned that he would defy death like that and we each held our breath, unable to help him as his very life hung in the balance. My heart began pounding as I prepared to summon the courage to do something to save us all. Our oppressors didn't expect to run into any resistance from any of us and they were rendered momentarily speechless as our opportunity to overtake them drew ominously closer.

"Having a problem over there, dude?" the leader finally spat out. "Why don't you just take that knife of yours and show your little hostage what his balls look like, up close and personal?"

His minion then held his knife above Scott's head in one hand and reached down to Scott's crotch with the other. He gruffly grabbed Scott's balls, together in one single handful and pulled them taught. He dramatically held them there a second and then brought his knife closer as if to coldly amputate them with one swift slice.

"No!" Scott cried out in a panic. "I'm sorry. Never mind, forget I said that!" Scott then squeezed his eyes shut to prevent himself from seeing what might be coming as his entire body began to shake with fear.

His tormentor gave Scott's balls an aggressive squeeze as a warning to not try any courageous heroics before releasing them unharmed. Scott drew in a deep breath as a twinge of pain shot through his entire body. Then, his tormentor, satisfied that his message was received loud and clear, resumed his previous position and centered his cock in front of Scott's quivering lips. He gruffly pulled Scott's body up, jerking him violently into a suitable position for sucking, upright and on his knees.

The quiet one, the one who hadn't spoken a word so far, had been watching Scott and his tormentor rather closely. He became increasingly agitated as he watched his co-conspirator treat the boy with cruelty and contempt. Just as Scott was about to get a mouthful of his abuser's Zombie dick, the quiet one grabbed the guy's arm and pulled him away.

I was relieved until I realized that he was just switching places with him. I assumed that the quiet one was just anxious to be the first to get his cock sucked. The quiet one then took the boy for himself as Scott squirmed from the anticipation. Despite the unexpected tradeoff, Scott still ended up being the first to get his mouth stuffed with Zombie dick. Everyone watched in surprise as reality set in. Any thought of being a hero by the rest of us had now been blown away with the threat of bodily amputations or a bout of unnecessary brutality.

Scott's new captor's cock resembled an oversized banana. It was just as long, just as thick and just as curved. Scott slowly opened his mouth and reluctantly allowed his captor to have open access. He then extended his tongue out of his mouth, not knowing what else to do. His captor, slid the underside of his cock along Scott's tongue as he drove it into his victim's mouth, as far in as it would go. An unpleasant look filled Scott's eyes as they popped open from the shock. He struggled to keep from gagging and losing control in fear of receiving another painful warning or worse. After the first initial moments of the older boy's intrusion, Scott began to accept his fate and started sucking his abuser with an honest attempt at being more cooperative.

There was no doubt that these guys meant business, and we knew we were next. Now that the other three Zombies discovered that the suggestion of sucking `Zombie Dick', was no idle threat and the quiet one was actually getting sucked already, they followed his example and turned their attention to the rest of us. As we watched Scott get his mouth deflowered, we each gave up any hope of being spared this humiliating form of torture. We each started to panic as the other three invaders stepped up and got into position in front of us. The next thing we knew, we were suddenly faced with a rock hard boner in our faces, placed in front of our lips, anxious to invade our virgin mouths. They each pulled us to our knees and pushed their way into us, initiating an all out `Zombie Gangbang'.

As the leader stepped in front of me, my view of Scott became blocked, and I couldn't see him anymore. Even so, I could see Manny, getting his mouth stuffed on my left, and my best friend, Tommy, getting bitterly hammered on my right. Even with our mouths stuffed with Zombie dicks, our own dicks were oddly harder than they've ever been in our whole lives.

As I opened my mouth to the guy who seemed to be the leader, I kept my eyes wide open. Even though it was dark, I wanted to see whatever details I could see of my captor's cock as he slid it past my lips.

The first thing I noticed was the smell of male musk, followed by the faint taste of bitter dried urine. Then I noticed something strange. Even though his cock was hard as a rock, it was also surprisingly soft and smooth as he slid it in and out of my mouth. Once the initial taste and smell had faded, he began to use sensuously slow and gentle movements that I actually found pleasing. A swell of erotically charged moans slowly filled the room. Our four intruders were beginning to react to their Zombie dicks getting simultaneously sucked by the four of us and their breathing became shallow and erratic.

Then they started heaving their hips into us and the experience started to become increasingly uncomfortable for us. I could hear that all four of us were struggling to manage the sheer size and fervor of our dominator's zeal. Then, all too quickly, my mouth got filled beyond capacity with Zombie meat as they each started to approach their climactic finales.

In my captor's over exuberance to deep throat me, he nearly choked me into a coughing fit. I could tell that the quiet one was getting agitated again as he kept looking back, over his shoulder at me and my intruder every time he caused me to choke or cough.

Everyone's rhythm started accelerating and with that, my captor put one hand behind my head and pulled me into him as he pushed his cock even deeper into my throat. I fought back, gagging again as I started to feel lightheaded.

My tormentor did realize my obvious difficulty and reacted by pulling his cock out slightly and paused. He stopped just long enough for me to regain control of myself. Then I realized that when he stopped, it wasn't for my benefit so much as it was for his. He simply was preparing himself to cum. I got sexually excited, knowing I had brought him this far. Then, without pushing in too far, he started pumping his cock faster as he let out a stifled groan, covering his own mouth with his free hand as to not wake up Brad's sleeping parents down the hall.

Suddenly, a hot surge of fluid unexpectedly sprayed the back of my throat and I had no choice but to swallow it. At first, it was so hot, and so wet, that I thought he had decided to pee in my mouth. Then I realized that I had made him cum in a big way. The problem was, he was pumping so much cock juice, so fast, that I couldn't swallow it all. He pumped and squirted so much that the excess cream started flowing out the sides of my mouth and down my neck.

Suddenly, I found myself enjoying what was happening and I began to let myself take pleasure in the situation instead of fighting it. I started to forget about Scott, Manny, and Tommy's plight as I got hopelessly caught up in my own personal blitz of new experiences. A dozen thoughts filled my head as my tormentor climaxed. I thought about the size of his cock, the length and thickness of it as well as the feel of it as he slid it in and out of my mouth. I thought about the sheer volume of cum that he was blasting me with. I became aware of its taste, its smell, its texture and warmth and I found them to be irresistibly arousing. Then I thought about my own breathing and my gag reflex and the way he kept repeatedly triggering it as I tried to control my reactions. Then I thought about how I'd like to do it again, now that I know what it was like and what to expect. I wondered if the other guys felt the same way as I did about it. I couldn't say for sure but, unlike the way it all started out, it was beginning to look like everyone was getting more into it now.

My captor continued pumping his cock into my mouth as he relentlessly propelled the remainder of his huge load into me. Even though my captor was using shorter and more shallow thrusts with his cock, I still choked and coughed from the overwhelming torrent of cum he was continuing to pump into me. As the quiet one heard me choke again, he became enraged and lost control of himself and spoke for the first time.

"Hey Dickwad," Scott's tormentor snarled. "These are just kids, man. Take it easy!"

"Mind your own business, asshole," snapped the leader, whose cock was still in the process of pumping the last of its load into me.

During my lapse of awareness, something major happened that I didn't fully understand at first. Once the quiet one had broken his silence, Scott suddenly came to a startling realization.

"Braaw!" Scott incoherently cried as he struggled to speak with his mouth full of cock!

Scott tried to push the oversized organ out of his mouth without success. As Scott's realization sunk in, he started to get angry. Even so, he needed to make his captor speak again so he could be absolutely sure of what he now suspected. So, Scott did the first thing that came to mind and he bit his captor's cock.

"Ouch, you asshole," he barked. "Watch your teeth, man!"

He continued to pump his engorged cock into Scott's mouth without missing a beat. As he did, Scott bit his assailant's cock a second time, much more forcefully this time. He quickly withdrew his member from Scott's mouth, growling in anger.

"Brad! It's you isn't it?" Scott cried out as he tried to recover from his brother's contemptible violation. "Why are you doing this to us? How could you? I'm telling Mom and Dad on you. You are so dead!"

"He's on to us," the leader snapped. "I'm so out of here! Brad, you're on your own!"

The leader then jerked his cock right out of my mouth, still leaking out the last of his abundant load onto the floor. He quickly grabbed up his clothes in his arms and bolted out the window, the same way he, and his cohorts had come in, still naked and boned to the hilt. His two minions, who hadn't cum yet, closely followed his lead as they too, withdrew from my friends' mouths to turn tail and run. The five of us raced to the window and watched the three of them run down the street with their bubble butts bouncing and jiggling with each step, trying to get dressed as they stumbled and ran. As one of them was trying to slip on his boxers, he foolishly hopped on one foot three or four times while his other foot got tangled up in the waistband. When he tugged on them harder to free himself from his entanglement, he lost his balance and hopped of the sidewalk and right into the cold sprinklers of the neighbor's lawn. We all got a good laugh out of it, and even Brad was surprisingly pleased with his buddy's misfortune.

Scott went over to the door and turned the lights on in the room. We were all suddenly made embarrassingly aware of how naked and boned all of us still were. Manny quickly reached over and picked up his underwear to slip on, but Scott had other ideas.

"Hey you guys," Scott said. "Don't get dressed just yet. Please stay the way you are for a minute."

Manny saw us looking at him, holding his underwear in his hands, so he finally dropped them in compliance.

"You are in so much trouble, Brad," Scott scolded his older brother as our attention turned to the two of them. "This is the worst thing you've ever done. When Mom and Dad hear about this..."

"Hold on now," Brad spoke out. "I can explain everything!"

"Okay, we're listening," Scott hissed. "This should be good."

We all sat our naked bodies back down on our sleeping bags and Brad sat on the edge of Scott's bed. We all turned toward Brad to listen to him tell his side of the story.

"Me, Dean Lassiter, and Will Hanson were at Garrison Clark's house for our sleepover," Brad began.

"We already know that," Scott barked.

"Yeah, okay, so let me tell the story, all right?" Brad continued. "Anyway, there was nothing to do at his house and we all got bored, so we went down to the video store to rent a movie or something, right. You know our friend, Jake Preston, who works there? Well, he was on duty there tonight. We were talking to him about what we wanted to rent and about stuff we've seen, and stuff we hadn't, and he ended up telling us about how you guys had come in earlier and rented some Zombie movie. He said it was real good and recommended we rent that one too. Another copy of it had come in after you guys left so we rented it. Anyway, we went back to Garrison's house and watched it. That's when Garrison got the idea that we should dress up as Zombies and come over here and scare the crap out of you guys after the lights went out. It was a lot of fun at first. Remember when Garrison helped put on a haunted house at the school last Halloween. Well, he had all these costumes and makeup leftover from it. So, we dressed up, put on the make-up and then came over here. I got dad's ladder and set it outside your window. I knew we could get in that way because I know how you like to sleep with your window open when it's warm. We quietly came in the window without being detected. Everything was going exactly as planned. We got into position and then scared you guys real good."

"Hey Scott," I interrupted. "How come you didn't recognize your own brother right away?"

"Hey dude, it was dark and we were all scared to death, okay!" Scott defensively answered. "Not just that, but he and the others were in costume and wearing make-up. Besides, if you noticed, he was the only one being extra careful not to say anything."

"Okay," Tommy chimed in next. "But once they all stripped naked, why didn't you recognize him then?"

"You know, I'm not sure," Scott contemplated. "Brad and I have only seen each other naked like, once a year, usually by accident, either coming out of the shower, or something like that. This was the first time I've ever seen him with a huge, giant boner."

"Thanks Bro," Brad cut in, trying to lighten things up a little. "So you think my cock is huge, huh?"

"Shut up you dork," Scott scoffed, still feeling bitter and abused.

"You know, I live right next door," Manny added. "I know Brad pretty well too, and I didn't recognize him either, but Scott, you finally did. What was it that gave him away?"

"Well, towards the beginning, there was something just not right about what was happening. Then I noticed that there was something about his smell that was familiar, but I just couldn't place it. It was when Brad finally broke his silence to defend us against that jerk that finally did it."

"That's right!" Brad said in his own defense. "I did! I defended you guys!"

"Don't think that defending us is going to excuse what you and your friends did to us," Scott informed him. "What possessed you guys to make us suck your cocks anyway? Are you and your friends all gay or something?"

"No, it's not like that. I guess we didn't think this whole thing through very well," Brad confessed. "We were just supposed to scare you guys, and that was it. I can't speak for the others, but there was something about making you guys our hostages that gave me a sense of power and made me feel like, as long as we were able to control you, we could do anything we wanted, so we kept going with it. I guess some of it was my fault. When Will suggested we pull you guys' underwear off, I got an adrenaline rush and felt my face get hot. It made me feel like I owned you. None of that was supposed to happen though. Then, when Dean suggested we strip naked and show you our `Zombie Dicks', I started getting really horny and that's when things started to get out of control."

"Started?" Scott scoffed. "When you guys came in here to scare us, you were already out of control."

"I don't know about that," Brad answered. "I thought that everything that happened up to there was pretty cool."

"You would!" Scott insulted.

"Well, anyway, when Dean suggested that you guys taste our `Zombie Dicks', I was already horny from seeing everyone naked. The thought of getting our dicks sucked sounded like a great idea at the time, but honestly, I'm sure Dean only meant it as a joke. I had no idea that Garrison would insist that we really do it. When Garrison made Dean go first, I didn't like it at all. Then, when Scott here, refused to suck Dean, I didn't know what to do. I knew Dean wouldn't really hurt you or cut your balls off or anything like that, so I kind of let it slide, but by then I couldn't back out or I'd blow our cover. I was wishing we could just take off without you knowing it was me and my friends, but it just kept getting more and more out of control. The other guys were all starting to get mean with you guys. I don't understand it. They're usually pretty cool guys. I think they were getting caught up in everything just like I was, but they were forgetting this was supposed to be a harmless prank. When it came down to it, I didn't want my little brother sucking a stranger's cock, so I switched places with Dean. I guess he didn't object because he knew he'd crossed the line with you. He also knew you're my brother so he allowed the switch. Once you got started sucking me, I got really turned-on thinking about how sexy and hot it was that my own brother was sucking me off, and I guess I kind of lost control of myself."

"You're always out of control, Brad," Scott said. "That's why you're always in trouble with Mom and Dad. When I asked you if you and your friends were gay, and you said `it wasn't like that', what exactly did you mean? How long have you wanted me to suck your dick anyway?"

"Seriously, this was the first time," Brad said, trying to hide a telltale smile. "I swear!"

"Why don't I believe you?" Scott said shaking his head. "When Mom and Dad find out about this, they're going to ground you until you're thirty! The fact that you and your friends snuck in here, for the purpose of terrorizing us in the middle of the night is enough to get you grounded forever. But, coming out as gay at the same time, well that would just kill Dad!"

"Please don't tell them," Brad pleaded. "I'll do anything!"

It got real quiet, and the words `I'll Do Anything', weighed heavily in the air. The words reverberated in our heads and a course of retribution seemed to be the only inevitable outcome. We all knew that when Scott told us to stay naked, he had something in mind to get even. We were about to find out what that was and I, for one, couldn't wait.

"Okay Bradley Colin Dover," Scott said, calling his brother by his full name, just like their mom and dad would do when Brad got into deep trouble. "As long as we're still naked, you can make up for what you did by sucking each one of us."

"Oh, no you don't," Brad objected. "I'm not going to do that. That's not fair."

"Hey, we all had to suck you and your buddy's nasty cocks," Scott replied. "We didn't think that was fair either, but we did it. I think it's only fair that you suck us now. And not just a little bit either but all the way until we each cum in your mouth! As long as everyone wants to, I mean."

"You little shit!" Brad seethed. "You're bluffing!"

"Oh no, I'm not," Scott firmly replied. "I have three other witnesses here. That means that it's not just `your word against mine'. Do you want to risk it?"

Brad fumed over being caught with no apparent way of getting out of it and he grimaced at us for a couple of moments as his predicament sunk in. As Brad's expression softened, the four of us started to realize that we just might get our dicks sucked, free gratis. Our dicks started inflating again as we each got excited at the prospect. Of course, mine leapt to full hardness in like, three seconds flat. Brad noticed that we were all boning up and realized he was about to get outnumbered.

"All right guys?" Scott asked. "You want in?"

We all nodded and said, "Heck yeah!"

"So, do we have a deal, or do I march into Mom and Dad's room and tell them right now while my friends are still here and willing to be witnesses?" Scott threatened with deep conviction in his voice.

Again, the room fell silent, and then we got our answer. A sly grin slowly grew across Brad's face and his cock swelled back up into a rock hard erection along with the rest of us.

End of chapter #2

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