Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2022 18:40:50 +0100 From: Andrea Bonucci Subject: A journey to hell A journey to hell By Naughty Bard Warning: this story contains sexual acts (oral, domination, humiliation, watersports) both straight and gay. If you don't like it, or it is illegal in your country or state, please stop reading. Hey everyone! I know, it's been a really long time. I decided to put School's in on hold and start with a new story. As usual I always appreciate your comments, so please drop me a line: naughtybard@gmail.com Big thanks to my friend John for editing my work and to my friend Luca for being there since the very beginning. Please keep in mind that Nifty needs our donations to keep this awesome service running! That being said... enjoy! Chapter 1 She'd been bugging him for over two weeks now. Shawn and his best bud Jesse had been looking forward to this post graduation trip with their friends and she just wouldn't quit nagging. It was gonna be nothing short of spectacular. A week of seriously lewd, unrestrained, unsupervised fun with tons of booze all contained in the four syllables of a pretty little word: `Ti-ju-a-na'. All the cool LA kids did it, and even though the four of them lived in Phoenix, Arizona, they wanted in on the fun. It was kinda like a rite of passage between high school and college `cause word had it that you could pretty much do anything you wanted down there in Mexico and get away with it scott free, as long as you were American and had a few bucks on you. Of course that meant leaving your girlfriends home cause where would the fun be in bringing them along? Much better to lie through your teeth and tell them you were going `camping with the guys' somewhere in the mountains. It was the perfect plan, right? Yeah, except that Julie now wanted her older brother Francis to tag along which clearly complicated things, to put it mildly. "You know he doesn't have many friends..." she said to Shawn for the umpteenth time, while they were in her room. "Now that's a shocker!" He snorted in reply "He's a total loser. Even you don't wanna hang out with him! Why do I have to..." he complained but she cut him off. "That's not true, c'mon, he's just a little shy..." she replied, trying to sound convincing. "Haha! Yeah, he's shy. THAT's the problem!" he said with heavy sarcasm, crossing his arms behind his head. She really couldn't take a hint, could she? "And you know he likes you, he's always talking about you..." she purred. "That's cause he's a fag! C'mon, I know it, you know it! Pretty sure he'd kill to be in your place right now!" he boasted, rather smugly. She stopped licking his balls and looked up at him. He studied her face for a moment. She sure was pretty with her long auburn hair and green eyes that were practically begging at this point. Part of her nose and mouth were hidden by his dick and balls that right now desperately wanted to be serviced. "Shawn... pretty please..." she was pouting like crazy and she started giving little kisses to his ballsack. He rolled his eyes. He was only human, after all. "Fine!" he said, exasperated, "You win. He can come as long as you stop being such a pain in the ass!" She giggled with delight. "Thanks babe. You won't regret it, I promise!" "Yeah, yeah, whatever!" he grunted, not at all happy. "Now you better be giving me some seriously awesome head, got it?!" he pointed to her smiling face which was blissfully nestled right between his legs "And remember, you promised to swallow all of it this time!" he added, sort of irritably. She winked at him: "Anything for my baby..." she mouthed and got to work. "Dude, I'm really sorry!" "Hey, man, c'mon, she was licking your balls and you caved! Happens to the best of us, bro, don't even sweat it!" Jesse told Shawn in a sincerely understanding tone. That was one of the many reasons why they were such good buds. They got each other but most importantly they always had each other's back. There had never been secrets between the two of them. The boys shared just about every detail of their teenage life, so much so that some would say sometimes they could almost read each other's mind. That particular afternoon they were hanging in Jesse's garage which was full of all the junk his parents didn't want around the house. Shawn was sitting on a high stool and his friend was leaning against an old worktable opposite him. A couple of strikingly handsome young jocks. The former had brown hair, a little on the light side and very penetrating cerulean eyes. His chiseled features and a trained swimmer's body completed the extremely desirable picture. Jesse's eyes, on the other hand, were hazel and he had rather lush dark hair, combed on one side. He had that latino vibe going for him, courtesy of his Puertorican heritage, but he wasn't quite as tall as Shawn. Now that had never been a problem because anyone who knew him could have told you that he simply was one of those guys who always got the girl he wanted. No question about it. He was a little more colorful in his personal choice of words when he would joke about it, though. "Yep, I'm short, so what? The second I whip it out, they all know who's boss!" He'd say, which earned him shitloads of respect within the pack. Shawn looked at him, a little worried: "What are we gonna do, man?! That stupid geek is gonna blab to Julie the second we get to Tijuana and..." he warned "...if Julie finds out so does that dumb meat toilet you're fucking!" "Hey! Have a little respect, will ya? I love my girlfriend!" Jesse countered with mock indignation. "Sure you do, bro!" chuckled Shawn "That's why you blindfold her and pimp her out to your little brother and his friends!" they both laughed "Seriously, dude, she must've been fucked by half the sophomores in Phoenix by now! Just outta curiosity, how much did you make off her?" "Well, let's just say she almost paid for this entire trip!" They cracked up and fist bumped each other. "How does she not notice that it's not you?" Shawn asked, genuinely curious. "Cause she's dumb as fuck, bro!" they cackled. Then Jesse said more seriously: "Look, man, we'll find a way to make him keep his mouth shut." he reassured him, scratching his head pensively "And who knows, maybe he's even gonna turn out to be useful..." he left it hanging but he had a funny little smirk on his face which usually meant some bright idea was on its way. "Who? Francis `Assface' Grant?" Shawn frowned, highly doubting that was gonna be the case. "Yeah, didn't you say he's a faggot?" Jesse asked. "Yeah, so?" "So, he'll be perfect for cleaning after us!" Jesse stated simply "Dude, think about it! Do you really wanna waste your time there doing fucking housework?" the brunette asked, now smirking widely. "Duh, no!" "Well, then, that's where he comes in! He'll make our beds, clean our bathroom, cook our meals and everything else we'll `ASK' him to do." he made quotation marks with his hands on that word even though his sarcastic tone was pretty self-explanatory "You know, he's gonna be our good little maid while we do our thing. I mean, can you imagine what kinda pigsty that apartment is gonna turn into with four guys?" "Don't you mean five?" Shawn corrected his buddy but he was clearly sneering. "What, we're counting the fucking help, now?" Jesse always knew what to say. They fist bumped again. "Dude, I don't know..." Shawn was shaking his head, definitely amused by the idea but still not convinced they could actually pull it off "...we gotta do it right, though! If he tells his sister we were mean to him and shit she's totally gonna bite my head off when we get back." "Ahw, relax, man! We'll let him sniff our fucking underwear when he picks it up to do our laundry. That should do it, don't you think?! Hehehe!!" The boys stared into each other's eyes, snickering for a few seconds. Then Shawn went: "Oh, what the hell! You know what? That might actually work, bro!" So maybe the vacation wasn't completely ruined after all. Francis Grant simply couldn't believe his luck. Since when his little sister had told him that her stupidly handsome boyfriend Shawn was more than happy to have him on board, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He felt like a little kid on Christmas morning. It was a big deal for someone like him. He was a loner. Always had been. No real friends to account for. His college mates never spent time with him, never called him or let him go out with them, not even his roommate. Of course it has to be said that Francis was not exactly the life of the party. He was a weird kid, even by his own admission. Sure, he was a brilliant student, no doubt! But he was also extremely shy and generally awkward around people. And he was so damn quirky all the time. On top of that, everybody was calling him gay, behind his back. Well, he was quite sure they didn't use that particular politically correct word, Arizona was definetely not California and homophobic kids were just about as rare as sand in a freaking desert. But, bottom line, they were right. He liked boys. He lusted after them, desperately, but he would have sooner jumped from a building than tell any of them how he felt. And now he was gonna spend a whole week in the company of four super cool, super hot, super popular and freshly graduated guys. He was gonna eat with them, chat with them, and they were even gonna sleep under the same roof, the thought of which was enough to make him chomp at the bit. Besides, Shawn Donovan was a dream to him. He completely idolized that boy and it is understandable that two days before when he had knocked on his very own door Francis had almost lost it. "Hey buddy! What's up?!" the boy had said with that hypnotic smile he constantly used on his and Julie's mom. And quite effectively so, someone might add. He had never smiled at him that way though. "H...hi, Shawn..." Francis had stammered, embarrassed. The jock had walked towards him and sat on the bed right next to him. Their arms and shoulders were touching. Francis swallowed hard. Shawn was close. Too close. Then he had put his hand on his shoulder which had caused a pang in the older boy's stomach. The warmth of his body was mesmerizing. "So, listen, man. There's something I gotta tell you about this trip but it's gotta be our little secret, ok?" even his voice was inebriating. Francis had nodded slightly and his sister's boyfriend had moved his face even closer "You see, we're not exactly going to the mountains..." he had said in hushed tones. "We're... we're not?" Francis had replied, completely distracted by the tank top Shawn had been wearing or better yet by how revealing said tank top was. He could see part of his smooth chest and then his muscular arm had moved and rested over both his shoulders, in a very brotherly gesture. He could smell his deodorant, so manly. "Nope!" the boy had smiled impishly "Get this! We're actually going to Tijuana, amigo!" It had taken Francis a few seconds to register that piece of information. "T.. Tijuana? You... you mean the one in Mexico?" he had asked quite stupidly really. "Pretty sure it's the only one, bro!" Shawn had pointed out, which had made him smile weakly "But listen, like I said it's top secret, you must not tell Julie about it, ok? Because the second you tell her she's gonna think I'm going there to cheat on her which is crazy, right? I'd never do that!" The way he was speaking was absolutely magnetic. "R... right... of course..." Francis had managed. "Exactly, we're just going there to get a little wasted, you know what I'm saying? What's the harm in that?" "N... no... harm... you're right..." Francis had swallowed hard again, his heart now pounding "So Tijuana, huh... cool... cool..." he hated sounding like a complete dork in front of Shawn but unfortunately, that was all he could manage. "Awesome! Hehe!" he had squeezed him a little with his arm. Goosebumps. "Alright, I gotta get back to your sister, I'll see you Monday, ok?" he had said standing up and walking towards the door "And remember, this stays between you and me, got it?" "Y... yes Shawn, of course..." and the dreamy boy had taken off leaving him all sweaty and trembling like a twelve-year-old girl, but with a swelling in his crotch area that spoke volumes. Julie was currently driving him to Jesse Ruiz's house. He was a friend of Shawn's that Francis had barely met once and apparently he was the only one with a car big enough for all of them. It was so exciting, Francis just couldn't stop beaming. "So that's the fag-maid?" Mark Ward asked Shawn while piling up their bags in the trunk. "Yep! In the flesh! Pretty pathetic, huh?" Shawn replied. "Yeah, no shit, bro!" The two jocks snickered while watching a tall, gangly kid, probably a couple of years older than they were, who was wearing the geekiest outfit they had ever seen. "Fuck, where does his mommy buy his shirts?" Alex Jin and Jesse had joined them. "Pretty sure those are Julie's hand-me-downs." Shawn mocked and they all cackled but they had to stop when the fag started walking towards them, waving stupidly. "Hey, man! Ready for some camping?" Shawn boomed louder than was actually necessary. The dumb queer smiled all happy. "Yes, Shawn!" he replied eagerly. "Awesome! These are Mark..." he pointed at a blond haired surfer dude type that was wearing red shades and flip flops "and Alex..." that was the lean asian kid who was sporting a black messy pomp, an ear piercing and tattoos on his right arm and hand "...and you already know Jess, right?" "Hi, everyone!" the fag had absolutely no idea what his vacation was gonna be about and the four younger boys couldn't help smirking at him. "Well, it's about time we hit the road, gentlemen!" Jesse said, clapping his hands matter-of-factly. Julie and Shawn kissed goodbye while Francis was having a little trouble figuring out where to put his bag since the trunk of Jesse's Jeep was full to the brim. He turned to the others and was going to ask how to go about fixing the predicament they were in but Shawn put his hand firmly on his shoulder and went: "I'm afraid you're gonna have to hold it in your lap till we get there, buddy!" "In my lap? But it's a five-hour drive..." Francis' tone didn't even qualify as weak. "Yeah, so? If you have a better idea, we're all ears!" Shawn challenged him and Francis realized that the eyes of all four boys were on him... judging him... His mouth went dry. He was already screwing this up. He had no right whatsoever to ruin the mood. "No, you're right, it's no problem at all..." he hurried to say. He could have sworn he saw the two boys he had just met exchange an amused look. "Great! Let's go!" The drive was not exactly comfortable for poor Francis. He was sitting in the back seat, squeezed between Mark and Alex. Once again, some hot guy's body was touching his, and he felt a little dizzy from all that teenage testosterone he was engulfed in. He could smell it. He could smell them, their body odor, just like he had Shawn's a few days before. It wasn't bad, by any means, it was just so... masculine. Somewhat different from his own. Of course that wasn't the only difference he noticed. They were loud and crass and the only topics they were covering were girls and sports. Now Francis didn't really mind the second one even though he couldn't understand a word of it but the locker room talk about sex in all its forms... Well, that was miles away from his comfort zone. He actually cringed thinking that quite probably some of the nasty things Shawn was sharing so shamelessly he had done with his sweet little sister Julie. Why was he getting an erection from all that banter? And then the bag in his lap was so vexatious. It was bulky and heavy and his lower body was getting numb. He was grateful when they decided to stop at a service station. He desperately needed to stretch his legs and get a little fresh air. They were in the middle of nowhere and the place almost looked abandoned. He told the others he needed to use the restroom: "Wait up, I also gotta take a leak!" called Jesse while the others marched into the shop. The toilets were positively filthy and the smell of urine in the heat of summer was sickening. "What are you doing, bro?" Jesse said as Francis was about to enter one of the stalls "Be a man and use the urinals!" "Uhm... I'd rather not..." Francis tried to protest weakly. "Why not? You got a dick, I got a dick, what's the big deal?" Jesse was looking at him with those intense eyes that didn't really give you the chance to turn down whatever he was saying. "O... ok..." he gave in and approached the urinals but when they were next to one another Francis's eyes inevitably glanced where he should have not. Jesse's penis was out and it was BIG. Weirdly enough Francis's mouth instantly watered. He had never seen another guy's penis, the only other one he had to compare it with was his own which definitely didn't seem like such a good idea. Jesse was uncut and had a thick bush of curly dark pubes that sort of crowned the massive piece of meat he had in his hands. The jock started relieving himself and Francis simply couldn't avert his eyes. "You done staring at my dick?" Jesse snickered which made the older boy jump. "I'm... I'm... sorry... I... just..." he was mortified and didn't even know what to say. "Relax, dude, I'm just kidding..." Jesse chuckled "...besides I get this in the locker room all the time..." he shrugged "Happens when you got a dick as big as mine, I guess." a drop of sweat dribbled down Francis's neck "Guys are jealous, you see, they just can't understand why their tiny weenies are half the size." Jesse continued, then turned sideways towards him and snickered "Well in your case let's go with a third the size, shall we? Hehehe!" Francis covered himself instantly "Ahw, don't feel bad, man! You were born like that, you just gotta accept it!" Jesse finished peeing, shook it a couple of times, then put it back in his pants "Show's over I'm afraid!" he taunted, zipping up. "C'mon, man! If you're not out in five minutes we're leaving you here!" Francis' brow was moist and he found himself staring at the bathroom door the boy had just slammed shut. He was stunned. He hadn't been able to utter a single word. Not one! Also he had this unfamiliar and destabilizing sense of longing for what might have just become the new object of his affection. It was hot. Worse than Arizona, which was definitely saying something. Not surprising, it was good old Mexico, after all. "We're here!" Jesse announced and they couldn't be happier to get out of that stifling car. It was soon pretty clear that the place they had rented wasn't exactly a villa in the Hamptons. It was an old detached house in the outskirts of town, surrounded by desert, desert, more desert and plenty of saguaros. The reddish plaster was peeling off the walls and the closest building was maybe sixty or seventy yards away. "Man, it's a fucking dump!" complained the surfer dude, Mark, passing a hand through his blond slicked back hair "Yep! But it's all we could afford! Remember? You're the only daddy's boy here, the rest of us are poor!" half-joked Alex. "Shut up!" groaned Mark, smiling. "C'mon, let's check it out! Maybe the inside is better!" Shawn said encouragingly and they all filed in, dragging their bags. "Nope, still a dump!" said Mark. Now, his assessment wasn't that far from the truth. It was for all intents and purposes a dump. It was small and stuffy to start with. Only three rooms, actually: the kitchen, a modest bathroom and one bedroom where two couples of single beds laid on each side, facing each other and forming a tight horizontal passage right in the center of the room. The beds were old and plainly basic. They had no headboards, and they were weirdly shorter and lower than average, so much so, actually, that they almost resembled Japanese futon for children. Well, maybe not quite as low but you get the idea. The four jocks childishly picked their own bed and threw themselves on them, horsing around and suddenly starting a raucous pillow fight. Francis watched them in the doorway, frowning, rather confused. "What's wrong, buddy?" asked Shawn, startling him a bit. "Uhm..." Francis tried not to sound like a pain, he really didn't want to bother them "...is there another bed... somewhere?" he politely wondered, then stupidly added "You know... for... for me..." "Mmmm..." Shawn examined the room unnecessarily thoroughly "Hey! You're right, man! Jesse, didn't I tell you to call and ask for an extra bed?" Jesse hit his head theatrically like you do when you realize you forgot to do something important "Ooops! That's what I was supposed to do!" He was lying of course, the snickering gave it away. They all looked pretty amused actually. "Sorry, my bad!" Again, the smirk on his handsome face somewhat diminished the effectiveness of his apology "Oh, well, guess you're sleeping on the floor, bro!" he shrugged completely unconcerned. It took Francis a couple of seconds to register that. He was slow when he was around those guys. "I'm... what?" maybe he had misheard him. "You got any better ideas?" Jesse continued, daring him to reply otherwise. Again. Francis couldn't stop thinking about the boy's intimidating yet captivating penis for some reason which made it so hard to even try to verbally react. "But... I... it's..." and then the next few words made him crumble miserably. "It's not gonna be a problem, now, is it, buddy?" Shawn was smiling at him and his eyes were piercing him. He was so dreamy. Problem? There was no problem, all of a sudden. "N... no... of course not..." he managed to mumble, his heart racing again. The boys cheered. "Hahaha! Yeah, man! That's the spirit!" snickered Jesse patting Francis on the back. Hazing wasn't new to Francis, he had been a victim of it his whole life. But this wasn't necessarily it. Shawn wasn't like that. He had called him `buddy'. Twice, now! "Well, c'mon, then! Try it out, bro! See if it's comfy!" the Asian kid, Alex urged him. He complied. The floor was hard and quite dirty but probably the worst thing was the realization that once down there facing up, the soles of the boy's snickers sticking out of those abnormally short beds were up close and extremely personal, literally inches from his face. "So? How is it?" it was Shawn's voice, coming from above. Too bad he couldn't see his handsome face. He could hear some serious snickering and Shawn was no exception, but Francis was positive there was absolutely no malice in his intentions. He trusted that boy wholeheartedly. He was just showing off a little in front of his jock friends, a bit of innocent fun, is all. Boys will be boys, after all. Isn't that how the saying goes? "Yeah, it's quite comfortable..." The college boy played along and the others cracked up. About an hour later they started to get ready to go out for dinner. They all had to shower and the bathroom was tiny and impractical. The shower didn't even have a stupid curtain which meant flooding the room everytime you so much as opened the showerhead. Francis was predictably the last one to get a turn and watched the four athletic high-schoolers walk out of the bathroom one after the other, dripping wet, wearing nothing more than a towel around their waist. His eyes caressed their chiseled torsos, their pecs, their flat stomachs, their abs, a trail of hair that led to their private parts, parts that Francis would have killed to see, or see again in Jesse's case. God only knows how many times he had imagined Shawn's. His own penis just couldn't seem to be able to go limp. Eventually he was free to use the bathroom which by now looked pretty much like a disaster area. He washed himself, desperately trying to get rid of his annoying erection, all in a hurry because Jesse had suddenly started to rush him, almost impatiently. He claimed that it was already late and that sounded a little weird to Francis. After all it was only 6.30 and they were not Florida pensioners. Nevertheless he did hurry because the last thing he wanted to do was displease his companions in any way. He got dressed in two minutes, while the others were already waiting at the door, a hell of a way to put pressure on him. When he was finally ready he joined them but he was met by extremely critical looks. "Woah! Where do you think you're going, dressed like that?" Jesse was giving him the once-over while the others were sneering again, quite entertained. Francis gazed down at his clothes, a little hurt. "But... why?" he asked. Of course he knew he wasn't nearly as stylish or good looking as they were but still, he thought he looked adequately dressed. He felt like the village idiot. "Dude, listen..." Shawn explained a little loftily "...we're going to this super fancy place and they're totally not gonna let you in, like that." he gestured vaguely at his attire. Those perfect hazel eyes... that baritone voice... "Oh, OK! I'll change, I'll be quick I promise..." Francis eagerly replied. "You know what? Don't bother! You probably don't have anything appropriate to wear anyways." sentenced Jesse as the others cackled "Guess you're staying in tonight!" "But... but..." Francis's protests were weak, as per usual. He clearly lacked the attributes to do otherwise and at this point he sort of felt it was pointless to even try. "C'mon dude, you're making us late!" lamented Mark impatiently. But then, once more, that beloved voice took his breath away. And the matter was settled. "Look, man!" said Shawn "It's no big deal, stay here and relax, I'm sure tomorrow we're gonna go to a pizza place or something, and then you can come dressed the way you like, ok?" and the usual clincher "It's not a problem, is it?" Francis knew that never in a million years could he have answered "Yes, it is!" "N... no... of course not... it's no big deal... you're right... maybe tomorrow, then?" he asked hopefully. "Yeah, sure!" Shawn smiled at him. "Hey, since you're stuck here, why don't you give the bathroom a nice long scrub? It's pretty gross in there!" Jesse told him as they were leaving. Francis looked back at Shawn for support but the boy just shrugged nonchalantly: "At least you got something to do!" And his answer was a predictable: "O... ok..." "Cool! We'll bring you something to drink when we get back, ok?" they told him and slammed the door. And yet again he was left alone, this time almost on the verge of tears. "C'mon, c'mon! Let's go!!" The second the four boys got in the car they cracked up. "Did you see his face?" cackled Shawn. "Yeah, `super fancy restaurant', that was a good one, bro!! Hahaha!!" Mark guffawed. "Totally! Every single time he looks at you he fucking melts, dude!" Alex punched Shawn playfully on the shoulder "In less than two hours you had him sleep on the floor and clean the fucking toilet right after banning him from coming with us! Hahaha!!" "And that's just the beginning, guys! Told you we could use him somehow!" Jesse smirked at Shawn "And yeah, that little bitch is tooooootally in love with you, bro! He's your fucking doormat!" "Yeah, you can make him do whatever the fuck you want, man! He probably hopes if he is a good little bitch for you you'll let him suck your dick or something!" Mark chimed in and they went into hysterics again. It took a few seconds for Shawn to reply, the whole thing was way too funny. "Well, who am I to crush his dreams, right? Besides he's gonna be a waaaay better fag-maid if he's still got hope, don't you think?!" . "Haha! You got that right!" Jesse said starting the car "C'mon, let's go get ourselves some pussy!" The music was surprisingly good in that squalid place. Not that Shawn was paying much attention to it. He was too busy enjoying the best head anyone had ever given to him. Right after dinner they had met a bunch of freshman chicks from some minor college sorority in New York who were looking for the same thing they were: mindblowing, no-strings-attached, lewd sex. Fast-forward a couple of hours and two of those bitches were servicing him, kneeling on the floor in front of his spread legs. Not bad for the very first night. Now Julie, his girlfriend, was a natural born cocksucker and he had made sure to give her tons of practice in the year or so they had been together. But these two were on another level. Simply put, they were starving for dick. One was gently suckling on his cockhead while the other was lapping his whole junk up and down, from the top of his meat down to the base and then his ballsack, taking his balls into her mouth and nursing them. Their names were... nope, he just couldn't recall. Actually he wasn't even completely sure he had bothered to ask but who the fuck cared? In a few hours he would have probably forgotten their faces anyways so it really didn't matter. He took another sip from his beer and glanced around the room. His buddies were busy in similar activities. Mark was banging a tiny brunette like a jackhammer, Alex's dick was buried between a black chick's tits and Jesse was fucking a busty redhead in the ass. Shawn smirked. Fuck, you had to love Tijuana. Where do you find so many girls ready to do just about anything you ask for free? Granted, you had to get them drunk first, but booze was so cheap there the bar was pretty damn low. The smell of sex was so strong in that sorry excuse for a VIP room. Their naked bodies were all sweaty and sticky from the heat, there was no AC and of course the fact that they were all more than a little tipsy didn't help. Shawn lowered his eyes. They were stll slobbering on his cock like there was no tomorrow and watching them, down there while he was comfortably sprawled on the couch felt pretty fucking sweet. He suddenly had the urge to take control. He guided `cockhead-sucker' down to his balls and stuck his whole rod inside `balls-licker's' mouth. "Oh, fuck yeah..." he murmured, leaning his head back on the couch and giving her head the rythm he wanted with his hand. He closed his eyes "...don't you ever stop sucking, got it?" Francis yawned. He had thrown on a shirt and some old shorts he used as PJs and now he kept staring at the floor where he was going to have to spend the night. He had never slept on a floor but he had the feeling it wasn't gonna be a particularly pleasant experience. Or at all. He had cleaned the bathroom thoroughly like they had told him to and he would have really liked to make his `bed' slightly less uncomfortable. He had no pillow or sheets to cover up those filthy tiles. He sighed, then grabbed the plastic bag he had used to collect his dirty laundry and tried to use it as a pillow. It was ok, not as bad as he thought. He lay there for a while. Half past one. There was no point in waiting for them to come back. It probably wasn't going to happen anytime soon. He hit the light and tried to get some sleep. The only thing he could see was Shawn's chiseled face smiling at him... sweetly... lovingly... It was almost three in the morning when they got out of `sleaze-club'. They had been screwing those five cunts in any possible way for almost two hours and they had left them there, half conscious, spent both from exhaustion and way too much alcohol, with cum oozing from each and every one of their holes. Being strapping eighteen-year-old athletes meant being constantly hungry, so they had gone looking for a bite to eat and found that a few tasty burgers and a ton of fries had hit the spot nicely. They needed to replenish their strength after all. And now some awesome weed they had scored from a guy at the bar. Sweet. This was exactly the kind of vacation they had in mind. A journey to heaven: "What a fuck!" said Mark slamming the car door shut. "Yep, that was fucking sick, bro!" agreed Shawn with a self satisfied smirk on his face. He blew out the smoke and passed the joint back to Alex. They still had a little buzz from all the beer but it wasn't as bad. On the other hand the pot was kicking in "Too bad chicks only whore around when they come to places like this! They should do it all year round!" he belched and the others laughed. "Hear, hear!" and "Amen to that!" the comments that followed. "Hehe! Well, Shawn has another pretty little whore waiting for him at the apartment. One who reeeeally loves him, hehehe!" Jesse teased. "Shut up, man!" they cackled. "Yo, Jesse, before we go I gotta take a leak." said Alex. "Yeah, same here, bro." Mark stated and he was about to open the car door but Shawn stopped them. "Wait! I gotta piss too but can you hold it till we get to the apartment? It's like ten minutes..." The two boys frowned in response. "I guess..." replied Alex "...but why? The toilet in that place is gross!" "Well, first of all if the fag-maid has done his job right it should be fucking spotless..." started Shawn among their snickering "But most importantly we're not gonna use the toilet." he had an evil grin on his lips. The three other boys looked confused but they had an amused expression that mirrored his. "Dude, what are you saying?" Asked Jesse. "Well, the fag wanted to drink with us, didn't he? We should totally let him, we did make a promise after all..." They doubled over, cackling again, like monkeys. "Bro, you can't be serious!" said Alex, passing the joint to Mark "He's not gonna drink our piss! There's no way you can make him do that!" "Wanna bet?" Shawn responded, raising an eyebrow, confident as fuck. "Ohoho! You're on, bro!" boomed Alex "But you gotta make him drink it all, ok!?" "Oh, he'll drink every fucking last drop of it if I tell him to, believe it!" They shook on it while Mark and Jesse sniggered. "Fine, loser pays for tomorrow's drinks, deal?" said Alex. "You got it!" "Alright, let's go! This should be good!" sneered Jesse as he started the car. Francis woke up with a start. Someone had slammed the front door shut. The boys were back, they were chortling loudly in the kitchen, drunk no doubt. "Yeah, yeah, get that one! It'll do fine!" it was Jesse's voice. "Fuck, we're totally filling it up, I'm about to explode!" grunted Mark. When they switched on the light Francis covered his face. "Francis! My maaaaan!!" boomed Shawn. Slowly he came into view as his eyes were adjusting. He was as handsome and dreamy as ever and he was grinning widely. They all were actually and Alex, the asian kid, was for some reason holding a glass pitcher. "Uhm... hi guys..." he welcomed them "How was your night?" "Pretty fucking amazing, dude!" Jesse replied to him "Did you clean the crapper?" Francis nodded, meekly, silently. "Well done!" Shawn complimented him with an even warmer smile and his heart skipped a beat. "It... it was nothing..." he minimized and the four of them sneered. "Look, man..." Shawn said then "...the boys and I have been talking and we kinda feel like you should become part of the group, for real though!" Francis stared at him with his mouth agape "What do you say? Would you like that?" Once again, he could not believe his luck. He resisted the urge to pinch himself and see if he was still dreaming. "Yes! Of course I would, guys!!" He told them, almost moved. They cheered. "Yeah! But there's a catch!" Shawn warned him sticking up a finger in front of his face "You gotta prove yourself to us, you know, sorta like one of those stupid trials pledges have to do to get into a frat! Otherwise the deal's off!" Francis frowned. In all honesty he did not like that kind of primitive ordeal-style dumb tradition but being accepted into that group right now was way more important. "Oh... sure! Yeah, I'll do it... it's an honor, guys, thanks!" he stammered. The boys cheered again, or at least that's what they were supposed to be doing even though they somehow managed to sound... evil. "Hear that, boys? It's an HONOR!" Shawn repeated in what was definitely a scoffing tone which of course made them laugh. Again. "Alex!" Shawn said as they formed a tight circle hiding the action from the older boy's eyes. Francis heard zippers being undone and then... no, it just couldn't be... he had to be misreading the situation. But that particular sound was... "Oh, fuck, I couldn't hold it anymore!" one of them said. Francis stared at the group. He was still sitting on the floor, in that narrow space between the beds, not moving a muscle. Unfortunately, at this point, a kindergartener could have guessed what they were doing and sure enough, after a couple of minutes filled with sighs of relief and snickers they zipped up and turned around to face him. "We promised to bring you something to drink, didn't we?" Shawn smirked, walking towards him and handing him the large pitcher which was now filled to the brim with urine. Yellow, extra foamy, warm urine. "Well, here you go, buddy! Enjoy! Hehehe!" Francis looked up at them completely dumbfounded, now holding the liquid container. It obviously had to be a joke, there was no question about it. He didn't say anything, he simply kept staring at them in complete disbelief. "Dude, whatcha waiting for? Bottoms up, c'mon!" Jesse exhorted him, rather aggressively. "But... I... I don't understand..." The harsh reality of the situation was now revealing itself to him and his stomach solidified into a pack of ice. "What's to understand? You wanna be one of us or not?" Shawn's voice came adamant to shake his very soul. "Y... yes... I do... but..." "Then drink our fucking piss, buddy! It's as simple as that!" the handsome jock said to him shrugging, then added in a derisive tone "Aren't you supposed to be some kinda nerdy genius?" fracturing something inside of him. Francis looked at the jar. The smell that was coming from it was so acrid and pungent. It was off-the-charts gross. And yet he was already considering it, regardless of how unreasonably deviant that request was, he was indeed considering it. "You... you don't mean that..." Francis was basically begging with both his eyes and his voice. Shawn suddenly looked annoyed, but it was nothing compared to the utter disappointment in his voice. "Hey, look, no one's forcing you, dude. If you don't wanna do it it's fine, just don't waste our fucking time, ok?" Francis' heart shattered. "Yeah, we're just trying to have a little fun here and you're ruining the mood!" it was Mark now who was glaring down at him with a similarly irked expression. It was too much to bear. Francis felt guilty. `That's enough! Mind over matter, Francis! Do it!' the voice inside of him demanded. The boy took a deep breath then brought the pitcher to his lips. The mood partly lightened. "Yeah, that's more like it!" sneered Jesse. "All of it, you hear me? ALL OF IT!" threatened Shawn. Making that perfect boy mad or disappointing him in any way truly felt horrible. Being accepted in their super cool group, now that was a priority. The only one that really counted in that moment. "Dude, any time today would be nice!" Jesse pressed. "Yeah, c'mon! Chug it!" bellowed Mark. And then the rowdy chanting began "CHUG IT! CHUG IT! CHUG IT! CHUG IT!" but it almost immediately broke into hysterical laughter the second Francis gulped down the first foul mouthful of that horrid liquid. It went down the wrong pipe and he began to cough. "Don't fucking waste it! C'mon!" Shawn was mocking him mercilessly. No! That wasn't it. He wasn't mocking him... it was just a game... yeah, that's exactly what it was, it was a lighthearted practical game between friends. Besides, Francis found himself not really caring one way or the other. Shawn was simply impossible to resist and against all odds the college boy's dick was getting harder again. He took a deep breath and started to swallow the content of their teenage bladders. "Hahahaha! He's fucking doing it for real! Look!!" "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about! Keep going!" It was unfucking-believable! That stupid ass queer was actually drinking their piss! Alex was looking at that scene like it was something out of a movie. How could anyone with any shred of pride could ever get so low? And for what? Just cause they had said so? Unreal. Sure, he was a fucking faggot and he really had to be madly in love with Shawn and shit but Jesus Christ! He was pretty much obeying every single order they were giving him and letting them walk all over him. Of course Alex was extremely happy to do so but still. The possibilities were countless. Why stop at simply making him do stupid housework? It was fucking hilarious watching him degrade himself for their entertainment. Alex realized he was probably gonna lose the bet but he didn't really mind. This was way better. The four jocks were laughing their balls off as they say. Francis had to stop a couple of times and put everything he had into not vomiting. But sure enough he then started gulping it down again, cheered by his soon-to-be companions. He downed the whole thing in less than five minutes. Him, the smart, diligent, shy loner had swallowed half a gallon of nauseating urine. It had been agony, the soundtrack of which had been four younger kids' verbal amusement: their jeering, their humiliating comments and nasty digs. He was almost on the verge of tears again. But he had done it. He had drunk the piss just like he had been told... no... asked to do. Yeah, no one had forced him, he had done it because he wanted to. His penis was now rock hard and Francis just couldn't understand his own body. He was so confused and flustered. All that bullying should have made him angry or something not so damn horny. Whatever the case, now he was in. "Fuck, dude, you're a toilet! Hahaha!" Jesse cackled "You're a fucking TOILET!!" He repeated. Francis didn't trust himself to open his mouth to reply. "Well, well, well!" Shawn tried to ask for silence, but he was still laughing himself "Now you're one of us, buddy! Hehehehe!!" They all cheered. Francis was still too busy trying desperately to keep the piss down, to show much jubilation but he tried to smile. He was certainly happy to hear that. "So..." Shawn continued in a businesslike tone "Here's how this is gonna work. You see, in our group we do stuff for each other, right guys?" "Yep!" "Sure do!" "You bet!" they replied one after the other. "Right! So you do stuff for us and we do stuff for you, understand?" "Yeah... sure..." His throat burned and he sounded hoarse. "Awesome! Now, since you said it's an HONOR to be our little toilet..." Shaw was struggling to keep a straight face "...that's exactly what we're gonna do for you, we'll let you drink aaaaall the piss you want. Happy?" They were all literally rolling on their beds with laughter. Francis's heart was pounding in his chest. That was an unmitigated nightmare "But in exchange..." Shawn continued "You are gonna take care of all the shit we don't feel like doing, like cleaning, cooking, doing the laundry and everything else we can think of. Now, I think it's a pretty sweet deal for all of us, don't you think?" he concluded speaking to the others who obviously agreed wholeheartedly. "So, what do you say?" He turned back to him. They were now smirking down at him. Shawn was standing a couple of feet from him while the others were on their beds. They actually wanted an answer. "Well, c'mon toilet, what's it gonna be?!" Mark shouted and they all cackled again. The sound of those laughs. Why was it equally humiliating and arousing? "Do you even have to think about it? I thought you'd jump at the chance!" Shawn was now closer, completely subjugating him with his perfect voice, perfect smile, perfect eyes... and then he put a hand on his head "You sure you wanna pass up this opportunity? I won't offer again." This last comment he said in a low, more private tone, like he didn't want the others to hear. At this point Francis had no control over his actions, he was left with no defence, at the complete mercy of this god-like boy that was standing in front of him. "O... ok... I'll do it..." he said softly. And as Jesse, Alex and Mark doubled over laughing, Shawn gave him a smirk so penetrating he floored him. "Good boy..." said Shawn. Then he leaned down, till his face was inches from Francis's "Open your mouth..." he ordered and Francis obeyed instantly, eagerly, excitedly "Here's a little extra present..." Shawn's spit hit the back of his throat so suddenly, the only thing he could do was swallow it. The older boy looked hurt but also crestfallen. Shawn snickered as he stood up straight again and shrugged "Hey, you are a toilet after all: piss, spit, same difference, right?" he was so sexy, he could have said just about anything "As a matter of fact, let's make this official!" Shawn cleared his throat and tried to sound like some self-important college professor. "By the power vested in me I hereby appoint you, Francis Grant, our personal toilet! Congrats!! Hahahaha!!" Shawn shook his hand while Francis was still in disbelief. Laughters, laughters, laughters... "Looks like Alex is paying for drinks tomorrow! Hahaha!" Mark said ruffling his asian buddy's hair. "Fuck! How was I supposed to know he was gonna drink all that fucking piss! I still can't believe it, bro!" Alex groaned, even though he was amused. "Hey, now! Our toilet is a fucking champ, bro! Don't talk him down like that!" Jesse quipped. "Screw you!" Joked Alex and everyone laughed again. `They're drunk, they're drunk, they're drunk, they're just drunk or high on something or whatever!' Francis kept repeating in his mind, desperately, stubbornly `It'll all be different in the morning!' but even he was having a hard time believing it. They went on for a few more minutes. Francis kept looking at them trying as hard as he could not to let them notice the raging hard-on he had. It looked like they really were having the time of their life humiliating him in such a horrible way. But after a while their weariness started to kick in for real. They began to strip. Sneakers, shirts and pants came off and were thrown carelessly on the floor and the four smoking hot athletes crashed on their respective beds in their boxers, still joking around. "C'mon toilet, lie down and go to sleep!" Alex said to him. He had no strength left to even attempt to reply. He simply obeyed instantly. After mere seconds he saw a pair of socked feet sprout from the edge of the bed on his left and kicked him on the side of his head. "Oooops! Sorry, toilet! Hehe!" They were Jesse's and he could smell them in all their disgusting masculinity. Right on cue Shawn's feet emerged from the right. Now that was a different story. They weren't pleasant, sure but they were Shawn's feet. "Hey, toilet! Will you take my socks off? I'm too tired to do it myself!" his sister's boyfriend `asked'. "Y... yes..." Francis replied eagerly, freeing his idol's extremities from the damp cotton. "Yeah, do mine too, c'mon!" Jesse slapped the side of his face with one of his feet and Francis complied without saying anything "Uuh, yeah, that's the stuff!" Jesse said wiggling his toes "Here, this is what a real man smells like, toilet! Learn it!" The jock pressed the sole of his foot down to Francis' nose so that his victim was trapped between the foot and the floor, unable to escape. He gagged, loud enough for them to hear, which of course made them cackle some more. "Haha! What's that? You don't like it?" Again, his voice shook him every single time. "N... no... I... I do..." the boy lied. More snickering. "Hahaha! Well, then, that's another perk for you to enjoy, toilet! Hehehe!" cackled Jesse, slapping his face again "Now, you get a gooood night's sleep, ok?" "Yeah, dream of piss and feet, that'll definitely cheer you up!" Mark snickered. "And what's the first thing you're gonna do tomorrow?" Shawn's question gave him a pang of panic. "Uhm..." he didn't know what to answer. There were so many conflicting emotions inside of him he simply couldn't think straight "Uhm..." he repeated. "You're making us breakfast, toilet! C'mon, keep the fuck up!" Shawn admonished him. "Y... yes... of course!" he yelped. "Alright, that's enough for today! Goodnight guys!" said Jesse "Night, toilet!" "Night, toilet!" echoed all the others. Part of him wanted to cry like a five-year-old. His heart took quite a while to slow down as a pang of anxiety stabbed him right in his stomach. After very few minutes he heard them snoring in the darkness of that room that now smelled like a locker room that's never been cleaned. How could his penis be that hard? How? What they had done to him was... well, some might have considered it hell. Why wasn't he crying and trying to run away from them? He found himself turning his head towards Shawn's feet and placed a small kiss on his heel. He couldn't stop himself. It was hard to admit but he somehow felt grateful he could be a part of their group. Crazy, right? Pathetic? Yeah. But still. That first very weird day was drawing to a close. The first day of his journey to hell.