Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2014 10:06:33 -0600
From: CBT
Subject: Captive 6

				Captive VI

	The police never went to the farm.  Saturday night and Sunday
Weldon did what he had been taught about caring for the animals.  He
cleaned the stalls, slopped the pigs, fed the horses and played with the
dogs.  The temperature had continued to drop so he was glad to have some
clothes but for the most part he wore some of the clothes that Donny and
his grandfather had in the cabin so that he would be clean on Monday when
he went to school.

	Everything he felt would happen that first morning back to school
did.  Going to his locker from the bike rack he kept hearing people call
him faggot and queer.  He tried to keep his head up knowing that he was
only being true to himself and that what other people thought about him
really wouldn't matter in the long run.  The homeroom announcements
congratulating the three wrestles that had won that Saturday were met with
loud outbursts of name calling and derision.  He hoped that the day would
get better but it seemed to be going downhill.

	Between his first two classes when he stopped to pick up his books
he found that his locker had been flooded with piss.  Everything in it
smelled.  He was ready to give up but a teacher walked up to him and
escorted him to his next class.  The name calling was worse in the second
class since the teacher seemed to allow the students freedom to say
whatever they wanted.  Weldon held on and exiting the class found another
teacher there to escort him through the hall and to class.  That may have
been as bad as being called queer and faggot or cocksucker but he
understood that the teachers were trying to protect him in their own way.
What he didn't know then and never did learn was the teachers escorting him
were also gay.

	When the bell rang for lunch he chose to skip the cafeteria and
headed outside, ditching his escort for free air.  He was alone outside the
school except for a few stoners when Donny arrives in a police car.  He
didn't look good, but the sight of his owner made Weldon's heart leap and
his depression lift.  He didn't know what he should say, was he to
apologize for his father, tell him how sorry he was about the grandfather
or let him know that he no longer lived at home?  They met half way between
the school building and the police car.

	"Do you need my mouth, sir?"  Weldon knew that it was the right
thing to say even if they couldn't find a place to relieve Donny.  When he
was close enough he wrapped an arm around Weldon and pulled him to his
chest.  With full intentions he let everyone watching the front of the
building see them kiss, long and hard.  It was much more than Weldon
expected yet it felt perfect.

	"I need more than your mouth.  I need every inch of you.
Particularly that inch between you cheeks, we need to fuck.  Do you need it
too?"

	"The moment you touched me my ass told me what had been wrong with
me for two days.  I need you in me.  YES, I need you to fuck me.  Here and
now if you want.  Let everyone see what you want to do with me and what I
want you to do."

	"I think we should go somewhere slightly more private."

	They were climbing the last few steps to the main floor when their
wrestling coach walked by on his way to the cafeteria; he threw Donny a set
of keys and told him to take a shower.  "There shouldn't be anyone in there
right now; the last class just went to lunch."

	All the familiar smells, the side-by-side lockers, towels that
should have been washed three weeks earlier and the greatest luxury an
empty shower room.  Weldon tried three times on the way from the lockers to
the shower room to capture Donny dick but the larger boy pulled him away,
insisting that they scrub a layer of dirt from his body before anything
more happened.  They could have used as many showerheads as there were in
the room but as had become custom used only one with Weldon gently
scrubbing Donny's back, ass and legs while the other boy scrubbed at his
front.  The water had begun to run clear when Donny was put on his knees.

	"This too is probably rank from the lack of fluids while I was
being held.  So you don't have to drink it, just stay there and I'll shower
you."  He was right, the piss smelled as strong as any Weldon had ever
smelled still the desire to possess Donny overcame any revulsion and he put
his mouth under the stream and drank what he could and let the rest wash
over his face.

	When he stood his dick was as hard as it had ever been.  Without
rinsing the rankness from his face he asked Donny to fuck him.  "No, you
won the deal slave and you deserve to get your reward.  I doubt there is
any lube around so just use soap to loosen me up a little."

	Stunned Weldon held back for a moment then with glee he didn't know
he would feel he used his fingers to loosen up the asshole that would be
his first conquest ever.  He didn't want to orgasm too quickly so he turned
the heat down from the shower and attempted cooling his own fever.  He
didn't take Donny in one stroke as he'd been taken the first time; he was
patient and worked his dick into the larger boy with care and love.  He
wanted to last so he pulled the two of them back under the cool water every
few strokes.  It didn't take long before Donny was moaning with pleasure
Weldon's hand was covered in cum.

	Under the cool water he raised his hand to his mouth and licked
Donny's offering away with gratitude and desperate hunger.  The taste
almost had him shooting.  The longer he was inside Donny the better his
dick felt.  After five more minutes he felt like it had grown to the size
of a relay baton and when he shot he didn't stop for at least a full
minute.  Drained he fell forward on Donny's back waiting to slide gently
from his grip.  They were like that for only a few seconds when the
applause started, startled they turned to the doorway and there stood the
entire wrestling team.

	Weldon blushed and Donny grinned.  "Remember the rest of the deal."
As the murmured word the team took up the chant, 'Deal, Deal, Deal"

	"Donny, I really would like to, but I joined you in covering myself
just a few minutes ago.  So, I guess that is going to have to wait until
after we get back to the farm."  He hadn't even realized that he was still
in Donny's butt until their teammates came up to congratulate them one by
one.  Donny pulled away so he could shake hands and hug a few of his
friends; Weldon was left to get pats on the back for a job well done.  He
wasn't certain if it was taking Donny's ass or for the wrestling win on
Saturday but he basked in the glory.

	"Okay guys, you leave us be, now.  Weldon has been waiting for two
days for the dick in his ass and I should make him wait any longer."  Ray
had snuck into the locker room with the team.  Donny could tell he was
flying high so he motioned the boy down to Weldon ass and pushed his face
in the crack. "Ray is going to have him so ready to fuck in a few minutes
that there will be no stopping us so leave"

	Their teammates were in awe of the action and no one moved hoping
to see more between the guys.  Two of the m had pulled out their dicks to
stroke.  It hadn't gone unnoticed by the second team 145 and 138 pounders;
they worked their way around until they were beside the exposed dicks.  See
that no one was leaving Donny replace Ray at Weldon's ass and took
possession of his property with one hard plunge.  He didn't expect any
reaction from his teammates but they began a chant, "Fuck him, Fuck him,
Fuck him!"

	While the two second teamers would have like to be fucked too, they
were satisfied with dropping to their knees and capturing the hard dicks
with their mouths. Seeing what might happen a few guys left but more pulled
their dicks from their pants waiting for their turn to get a blow job.  Ray
joined the suckers on the other side of the shower and soon had taken more
cocks in one day than he had ever in his life

"Just look what you started.  You've turned the whole team queer.  If you
want you can get down there and suck a few of their dicks."  Donny may have
been sincere but he was holding Weldon tight and his dick was buried and
pulsing inside the boy.

	"No, thanks.  I have what I want right now.  Please, fuck me
harder."

	The spontaneous orgy broke up when Donny and Weldon left the shower
to dry off and get ready for class.  Side by side at their lockers they
talked quietly, so the few guys still hanging around couldn't hear.  Donny
promised to drink plenty of water before the next class break and Weldon
told him of a janitor's closet that he had found unlocked and empty where
he would be waiting to drink every drop his owner would give him and do
whatever else he wanted.

	The forty minutes with Donny had revived Weldon, so he was again
able to hold his head high when he walked down the hall.  The first time
someone called him a faggot Donny took his hand proudly.  As they heard
more slurs being yelled their way the older boy took Weldon in his arms and
gave him an extended kiss before swatting him on the butt and sending him
off to class.

	Three times that afternoon they met in the janitors' closet.  Twice
it was to give Weldon the piss he had come to desire and once to empty
Donny's balls of the excess cum he had built up sitting in jail.  By the
end of the day the insults in the hall had almost stopped.  Willie still
tried starting to stir up trouble but most of the students ignored him just
as they had begun to ignore Donny and Weldon walking hand in hand or
kissing.

	"So why do you have clothes on?"

	"It's cold."

	"I don't remember that being a reason for you to not be naked.  You
are in my car so get out of those clothes, I want you naked."

	"Yes, sir."  Even as his naked ass hit the cold leather seat he
felt a flush of heat surge through his body at the knowledge that Donny
wanted him naked anytime they were together.

	"What are you waiting for?"  It took a second but Weldon
under-stood that he was supposed to get down on Donny's balls.  He soon had
them but shiny from his exertions and when Donny stopped at the last light
in town worked them both into his mouth and began humming.

	"I have to go to the funeral home after we take care of the
animals.  I will be back late."

	The dogs were happy to see Donny and didn't bother with the naked
boy putting feed in their stall.  It wasn't until they had been in the
cabin for thirty minutes that his balls warmed enough to drop to their
normal place.  When Donny saw that he was warm enough he took him to bed
and took full possession telling Weldon every move he wanted him to make,
even when and how to grip his dick with his ass.  It was a slow leisurely
fuck and both boys were sweaty and exhausted by the time Donny needed to
get dressed to go the funeral home.

	Weldon had sat down at the kitchen table to do his homework and was
full immersed in solving the problems his Algebra teacher had assigned when
Donny walked out in his suit with the plastic cup from the bathroom.

	"I don't want you thinking I'm forgetting about you while I'm gone
or you forgetting who owns you.  So enjoy the piss while I'm gone, I'll
have more for you when I get back."  Weldon beamed as he took the glass
from Donny's hand and fully understanding that it was a gift he should
treasure took it between his lips and drank the first third under the proud
gaze of his owner.

	"Now give me a kiss."  Weldon dropped to the floor and opened
Donny's pants with ease and drew the head of the dick he knew he would
serve as long as permitted to his lips and smothered it in kisses.
Scooting around Donny he spread his cheek and placed his tongue to the
asshole that he knew one day would feed him its holdings.  If Donny hadn't
been wearing laced up shoes he would have dropped lower and kissed his
feet.

	His owner stood impassively while the boy worshipped him.

	With the taste of his ass still on the boy's lips Donny drew him up
from the floor and kissed him.  "I think this may work out well for both of
us.  I want you to stay here with me.  You don't want to go back to your
parents' house do you?"

	"We can talk about that when we have more time.  I want to stay
here for now."

	"You need to go out to the barn and take a shower. In an hour or so
put the dogs in the stall, be careful, I don't want that ass spread by
Buck's knot.  You are just right the way you are."

The next few days were a repletion of all that had preceded except for the
orgy in the locker room.  Practice for the next wrestling match was harder
than ever after he told the coach he wanted to try dropping down one weight
class.  He had to get naked in front of the coaches and do a weigh=in
everyday, knowing that the boy worried about their coach getting at his
body Donny shadowed him each day glaring when the coach put a hand anywhere
on Weldon's body.

The day of the match he weighed-in six ounces under the 118 pound limit.
He didn't have the added incentive of Donny's ass waiting for him, but he
did know that the deal had not been totally fulfilled.  The idea that one
day he would piss where he'd fucked was enough to keep him fighting.  With
the O-ring turned cock ring fitting snuggly around the base of his dick and
balls he marched proudly into the gym to meet his opponent.

	When he walked onto the mat his teammates began the chant that
Donny had started the previous match.  Thought they didn't know what it
meant, the roar of Deal! Deal! Deal! Echoed through the gym.  Only Paul
didn't chant.  Both Donny and Weldon noticed and wondered what was wrong.

	It was the roughest match he'd had at a match, three times he
escaped a potential pin and twice he was thrown off his opponent.  He
didn't give up or lose concentration and by the end of the match he was
ahead by one point.  He received at standing round of applause that made
him feel more accepted by the school than anything that had happened in a
week.  Donny was the first to greet him as he ran off the mat; he hugged
his boy and whispered in his ear the number of seconds it had lasted.

	Paul and Willie glared at him through- out the rest of the
evening. He didn't know what to expect but he knew that something was up
that wouldn't make him happy.  They won a few more matches, by the time
Willie was on the mat they actually had the opportunity to win.  He tried
to flatten his opponent with his bigger body only to find himself face down
in a figure four and unable to escape.  He lost and the team went down to
defeat for the sixth time in a row.

	The locker room was not very happy.  The coach was yelling at some
of the guys who had lost threatening their position on the team.  By the
time Willie and Paul got away from his harangue Weldon and Donny were
finishing up.  Willie once again started in on the insults he was soon
joined by Paul.  Weldon was afraid that Donny would attack Willie again and
get tossed off the team.  He need not have worried, Donny didn't want to
fight, and instead he grabbed Weldon around the waist and gave him a kiss
to show the assholes what he thought of their taunts.  Both boys were
coming to accept who they were and not caring too much about what others
thought.

	"They are such jerks."

	"Not really, Paul is a good guy and Willie just won't accept that
what he wants is another guy."



	"Paul is not a good guy.  You really don't know him very well, he
is a complete jerk."

	"What happened to make you think that?"

	Suddenly Weldon knew he had gone too far.  If he told Donny
everything while they were in the locker room there would be another fight.
He did his best to put the conversation off to later when they were alone.
"You won your match in under 60 seconds does that mean I'll get a double
load up my ass tonight?"

	"And again tomorrow morning.  I was trying for less than 30 seconds
to see if you might follow through on my deal with you."

	"That was your deal.  I never said I'd do what you promised as a
reward for less than 30 seconds."

	"If I told you to you would.  And you would not hesitate would you?
You know Buck has been waiting for you patiently, but he won't be put off
forever.  If you don't give it up willingly, he will force you.  Between
him and Mutt they are much stronger than you and would get what they want.
And believe me they don't stop until they are drained.  Besides, I would
enjoy watching them use your ass.  Their knots are as big as my fist; I
think that just might fully satisfy you."

	Weldon didn't say anything for the rest of the time they were
around the team.  He was thinking about what he should tell Donny and if
Donny was being serious about sharing him with the dogs.  Was he that tired
of him already?  By the time he had his clothes stacked in the back seat he
was nearly in tears.  Surprisingly Donny didn't pull his balls out of his
pants but started questioning him about Paul.

	He waited until they were outside of town before he broke down and
told the whole story.  From how Paul had tried seducing him with the images
and videos on the internet to the incident with his mother and how the
Great Dane had actually had his dick centered ion his asshole when Paul's
mother rescued him with cold water.  When he finished the tale of the
evening with his own mother disowning him Donny went from irate to concern
to solicitous.

	"I think we should Paul out to the farm.  Buck and Mutt would be
overjoyed to have a new occupant in their stall."

	"I think we should just forget about him."

	"You've got Paul wrong.  He doesn't like being made a fool of.  You
know what he tried to do and I'm sure He believes you have told me.  He
won't stop there.  You saw him today; he's teamed up with Willie.  We need
to stop him before he gets an idea that could get you hurt.  Either one of
them could hurt you but together I'm certain they would try doing more than
having their dogs rape you.  You would be in the hospital when they were
done with you."

	Neither of them spoke any more, Weldon couldn't as his mouth was
full of Donny's balls and after they stopped for the mail a slow leisure
drink of piss that lasted until they reached the barn.  They were eating
dinner when Donny expressed the need to get back at Paul.  He didn't have a
plan, but he promised that he would find a way to make Paul suffer for what
he'd tried to pull on Weldon.

	The following morning Weldon couldn't believe that the piss flowing
from his ass was as clear as any he'd seen flow down his chest.  The second
load in ten hours had left him as empty as he could be.  That



 made him more willing than ever to allow his owner the use of his ass as a
urinal, just as he was more than willing to drink anything Donny gave him.
With no practice over the weekend the boys spent more time having sex than
they had since the first day.  Weldon was almost to the point of refusal
when they fell asleep Sunday night.

	Monday morning Donny dropped him off at school.  He had to go to a
lawyer's office for the official reading of his grandfather's Will.  Alone
at school again Weldon felt anxious but hoped that the acceptance he had
felt when he was with Donny would continue.  If the harassment started
again he didn't know how long he would be able to remain strong and not
retaliate or run.

	The first few hours went well enough.  It wasn't until he was on
his way to the cafeteria that he ran into Willie and Paul.  Seeing that he
was alone the bullies began to physically harass him, pushing and shoving
him into lockers and attempting to push his head down into each other's
crotch.

	"The little faggot want to suck your cock, Paul pull it out for
him. "

	"No Willie, he wants you to fuck him.  You heard how the guys said
he enjoyed having that putz stick his big dick up his butt."

	"Hell, maybe he would want us both to stick our dicks in him at the
same time.  One in his mouth and one in his asshole."  With that Willie
tore his shirt down the back while Paul grabbed his belt and got it loose
enough to jerk his jeans down around the knees.

	"Look Willie, he's ready for us to stick it in right here and now.
Backhanding the boy Paul ordered him to his knees.  "You got it boy, you're
our punk now.  Your boyfriend isn't here to protect you.  You're going to
pay for what you told my mother."  The next minute there was a knife to his
throat and the order came to get rid of his underpants, shoes and socks.

	"Paul, I ain't getting his shit on my dick.  Let me at his face,
I've been waiting for his mouth for a month.  Those lips should have been
on a girl, then they could have pleased the whole school.  Hey, it's time
for the bell.  What are we going to do with him?"

	"You okay losing your belt?  We could tie him to the flag pole out
front, and then anyone needing a blow job could go out and give the school
a show."

	Willie picked him up as easily as he would have picked up a book
bag.  With Weldon tied to the flagpole Paul warned him to stay quiet and
not give out their names to the principal or the knife would get used on
Donny's dick and balls.  If that wasn't enough he promised castration and
to emphasis the point he ran the blade across boy's ball sac hard enough to
draw a healthy flow of blood.

	"Willie, think any of your shop friends want a blow job or a public
urinal?"

	"I'm sure a few of them wouldn't mind using his mouth for one
reason or another.  If I can get Jack to come out here this boy will be
eating butt in front of the whole school."  The pair left Weldon there cold
and bleeding for all to see.

	Kids came flooding out of the cafeteria soon after Willie let Jack
know that there was a mouth to use on the front yard.  He wasn't the first
there; by the time he made his way through the crowd around Weldon he was
unhappy to see a dozen cocks sticking out of pants drenching the naked boy
in steaming piss.  Not wanting to let any of his school mates to get him
wet he joined the group and emptied his bladder as others pushed their way
through the crowd and add their piss to the river that flowed over Weldon's
head and chest.  A spattering of laughter rose from the boys as one of the
brazen girls lifted her skirt and pissed directly on his dick.

	By the time the bell rang to warn of classes starting at least
thirty guys and girls had relieved their bladders on the humiliated boy. It
was only after the next bell rang that he was seen by a teacher and soon
after he was released from his public prison, wrapped in the teacher's suit
coat and taken to the gym to shower.  When the teacher saw the blood
running down his leg an ambulance was called to take him to a nearby
hospital.  It was not until a nurse tried swabbing away the blood that the
first tears streamed down his face.  The alcohol wipe was worse that the
salty piss that had burned until he thought he would scream.

	"It's a good thing that you are shaved.  I wouldn't want you to
have the nurses pulling against your sac while trying to clean away your
pubic hair.  I'm going to have to turn the skin back a little for a minute.
The damage seems superficial but I want to see if any blood or semen
vessels were nicked."

	"Doc, check my right ball, too.  It feels like he hit it with the
knife.  That bastard is going to lose both of his if I am damaged."

	"Well, the knife did some damage, but I think we should be able to
fix it all with one simple operation.  Do you have a parent we should call
to get permission?"  The doctor was ordering blood tests and a saline drip
while talking to Weldon.

	"I suppose I still have legal parents, but they won't give you
permission, they have told me I'm not to ever contact them again.  So if
anything they will probably tell you to give me a forced sex change, they
hate that I'm with another guy."

	"Parents are never what they are supposed to be.  If they don't
give me permission I'll get it declared an emergency operation and call in
a friend that will donate his time.  With the two of us on your testicle
you will be in good hands."

	"Sounds like you have had a lot of them in your hands."

	"Yes.  Both here and at home."

	"You are like me? "

	"Yes, I am; although I never quite had it this bad.  This was a
homophobe out to hurt you?  Or an angry ex-lover?"

	"I was attacked by two guys at school.  One is in denial about what
he wants and the other is just plain mean.  Last week he set his dog on my
ass, I was lucky to get away without being raped."  The pain killers that
had been injected into his sac were taking effect and he was feeling less
awake than when he'd been carried into the emergency room.  In a bit of a
stupor he reached out and his hand landed on the doctor's crotch.

	"I like a cute boy when I have the time, but right now I'm working
and you need your testicle and sac fixed."

	"Find Donny for me, please."

	"Who is he?"

	"He owns me."  With that admission he allowed the painkillers to
put him to sleep.

	"You poor messed up boy.  You need someone to guide you in this
life.  After your operation I will find people for you to speak with."  In
the time it took for his urologist friend to arrive at the hospital, the
doctor tried locating a Donny that might think he owned a boy.  He texted
his circle of gay friends and they contacted their friends but no one found
any Donny that claimed Weldon as their property.  By the time he was
scrubbing outside of the operating room three hundred people had been
contacted with no luck.

	The operation was a different story, they were able to seal the
nicked testis with superglue, stitch together the Vas Deferns with two
micro stitches and the sac with another dozen stitches and a few adhesive
strips.  Weldon was lucky; he had no permanent damage but would have to
remain inactive for six weeks.  He told the doctor that would be entirely
impossible as he popped a hard-on at the slightest touch or in some cases a
leering look.

	"Don't worry about that.  For the next six weeks you will be taking
medications that control the body's reaction.  You will not be getting an
erection even in your sleep.  I hope that gives you time to think about
being another man's possession."

	"Where is Donny?"

	"I haven't been able to find a Donny that claims you.  Where can I
find him?"

	"What time is it?"

	"Six-Thirty."

	"He should be at wrestling practice at school."  He barely got the
sentence out before falling back to sleep.

	The next time he woke Donny was holding his hand and cursing under
his breath.  Weldon tried to give him a smile but the drugs still had him
dopey and it was not a good look for him.  It was funny enough that Donny
laughed and that made Weldon feel better.

	"When are we going home?"

	"Your doctor said you will be here for a couple days.  He wants to
be certain you don't have an infection from the dirt that was in the cut.
He also told me that there was not to be any strenuous sex or getting you
hard.  I'm okay with that for a while.  But the day you are released for
full action you will be fully exercised.  Most of what we have done and do
every day will not be affected.  By the end of the week you will be back to
drinking your fill.

	"Your wrestling season is over.  There is no way to protect your
stitches well enough for you to take a fall or try exerting your lower body
as hard as you must."

	"That's okay.  I'm not going back to that school.  I can't face
everyone that stood out on the front yard and piss on my while I was tied
up and bleeding.  There must be someplace else for me to go."

	"Don't get upset.  We'll figure something out.  I don't want to go
back there either.  I know I would be fighting every day until I thought
everyone was punished.  Which one cut you, Willie or Paul?"

	"You knew who attacked me?  I haven't said anything.  He threatened
to castrate me if I told."  For the second time that day the tears flowed
down his face, this time from fear not pain.

	"They are stupid.  If they thought the school wouldn't be buzzing
with their actions they forgot how much gossip goes on every day.  It might
have been tomorrow when I found out but when the doctor called I asked
around and it seems like everyone knew.  But no one was able to say if it
was Paul or Willie that cut you.  We were stupid making enemies of them; of
course you didn't have much choice since I told you not to share your ass
with anyone.

	"That's what this is all about, isn't it?  Paul wanted revenge.  He
couldn't stand the fact that you escaped from his grip without giving your
ass up to that Great Dane.  We will pay him back.  If he thought a cut was
bad he is going to be devastated when we cut his balls off and feed them to
his dog."  Angry flared off of Donny as he sat holding the hand of the boy
he thought he must be starting to love.