Date: Fri, 13 Nov 2015 06:29:45 +0100
From: Rick Masters <succum@gmx.com>
Subject: Birthday Dare 47

Those of you who know my stories will know that what follows is gay
erotica. It is fiction and has all come out of my imagination or from
suggestions gleaned in my own research.  It might involve minors and might
also involve some bondage style issues. This story also includes some
bi-sexual activity. If this is not to your tastes then please leave now. If
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I look forward to hearing from you.

Rick

Birthday Dare

Chapter 47

Simon leant back in his chair after taking a drink of water and began, "I
am going to tell you the start of my story because I think from your
actions towards the ten year old you will understand why my dad was so
eager to get involved and help and also it might help you with recognising
a similar problem in others and I think you two have that caring character
that is so needed amongst the kids of today who are not in with the
crowd. But I do want you to stop me if you find it too hard to hear; and
please don't worry about me, I'm healing now and this is medicine for me."
Simon paused in his story.

"Please go on we would really like to hear your story." I said.

"Okay. I had known all my school life that I was different from the
others. I didn't seem to fit in with the jocks or the nerds and had no
friends and I didn't know why but also did not feel that I could talk to my
parents about it and so most nights I went to sleep a sad boy. Then I moved
up to high school at that tender age of twelve and suddenly found it was
worse. Not only did I still not fit in, but there were guys and girls who
teased me and mocked for what I was. And we are not talking about my
sexuality here either. I walked differently to the other boys. I talked
differently and thought differently. I was clever and did well with my
lessons which only made it worse because I was not even the same as the
other clever guys who were more like nerds. Then we had phys. Ed. And we
all had to shower at the end of class and I was the only one whose balls
had not yet dropped. I was a bit of a late bloomer and was nearly fourteen
before I even got my first pube. So there I was in a much bigger crowd of
boys and girls and before the end of the first week of school my whole year
group knew I was the least developed of everybody. At that stage I had not
even started to think about any sex let alone gay sex and the bullying
started. At first it was rather mild. I would get pushed out of the way in
a line up at the tuck shop or somebody would trip me up as we went from one
class to another. The teasing about having no balls or pubes got heavier
and I started to get pantsed a lot and then they started to hold me and
strip both my pants and underwear off me and display my genitals to all who
were passing. I was so glad when that first term in high school came to an
end. But the next term was worse because then they started to put out
rumours that I was gay and they would grab me before school started and
take my underwear off and make me go the whole day commando and of course I
would get pantsed some more times during the day. When the novelty of that
wore off, they would just make me do things like carry two or three of
their bags along with my own and of course they would take my lunch and eat
it themselves so I had to go the whole day with no food. One day, about
half way through the term I got grabbed at the start of break time and
dragged off to an enclosed area that was fairly private and this group of
seven or eight guys and girls stripped me completely naked and then held me
down while they took it in turns to wank me and keep my cock hard. I had
not even started to masturbate myself at that point and while I know I
liked the feelings the embarrassment was too much and I started to cry."
Simon stopped to get better control of himself.

"If it is too hard for you don't continue." Mike said.

"No! I need to." Simon said and continued, "Of course then it went around
the school that I was a gay cry baby and needed some toughening up. This
resulted in older boys getting involved in bullying me. In those days it
was compulsory for the school to support the first team at home rugby
matches and also if they were playing against any other local school at
that other school. One Saturday I arrived at this other school and made my
way towards the benches where I could see others in our school uniform were
sitting. Part way through the first half I needed to piss and so made my
way to the ablution block. I had just started to pee when I got shoved from
behind and pushed against the urinal. Of course this caused me to get piss
on my trousers and before I knew what was happening this group of four boys
from my school but who were two years ahead of me had pushed me into a
cubicle and then they started to say things like the gay boy can't control
his cock when there are men around and so he's pissed his pants. Let's help
him wash them and two would hold me while the other two pulled out their
cocks and peed on me. Then they swapped and the last two peed all over me
soaking my trousers and my shirt. Then they forced me to kneel on the floor
and kiss their cocks like a good gay boy should. And that is how they left
me. I cried again and once they were gone I had to risk stripping off and
washing my clothes in the basin and then using my underwear like a face
cloth to wash my body. I put my wet clothes on and left my underwear behind
and just walked home. It took me a long time to walk home and I was nearly
dry by the time I got home but I missed the roll call at half time and so
got a detention for not attending the match. The rest of that year
continued to be just as bad and I had a lot of that sort of thing done to
me and I would cry myself to sleep at night because I could not talk to my
parents about it and did not know of anywhere to go to get help."

"My second year went from bad to worse because although my balls had at
last descended, I was still the only one without pubes and I would get
bared to all and sundry at least once a week to show that I was hairless. I
was also still labelled as the gay boy even though I did not know myself
then that I was gay. In the second term of that year this torment got to
the ears of the first rugby team and after one match I found myself being
picked up by a couple of the team members and taken into the change
rooms. I was hidden in a corner while the coach came in and congratulated
the team on winning the match and then once the coach had left and the team
were supposed to start their showers I was pulled out and stripped while
they also stripped off and then I was forced to suck each member of the
team off. It was the first time I had ever had a cock actually inside my
mouth and now I had eighteen of them one after the other and all shooting
their loads into me and forcing me to swallow them. They ignored my tears
and said they would make a man out of me yet and took me into the showers
with them and scrubbed me from head to toe with a scrubbing brush. Then
they wrote across my abdomen the word fag in permanent marker and let me go
but without my underwear. After that at least once a week I would be
grabbed by one of the team members at a break time and taken to one of the
ablution blocks and made to suck him off and because they were bigger and
stronger than me I just gave in which gave them more reason to believe that
I was gay.  By the end of the second term though I was finding that I was
beginning to enjoy sucking cocks and that I liked the taste of cum. I also
found that I was starting to get an erection when I had a cock in my
mouth. This was a bit two sided for me because it made the guys think that
I really was gay even though I had not yet come to that realisation myself
and another home team match got me caught up back in the locker room with
the team and stripped naked but this time while I was sucking on a cock
they started to finger my butt and the next thing I knew I was in agony as
one of them pushed his cock into me. Fortunately that time I only got
fucked by one guy but the next time I got fucked by five guys and ended up
with a bit of a tear in my butt that took weeks to heal." Simon stopped for
a drink.

"Are you guys still okay with all this, it is not too hard for you to
hear?" he asked.

"Well it is not easy but we can handle it so far and if it is helping you
then it is something we can do for you seeing as you have helped us too."
Mike answered for both of us.

"Thank you. Word got out that I was getting fucked and was sucking cocks
and after that hardly a day went by when I wasn't getting grabbed by
someone and made to suck a cock or get fucked. They were also keeping so
many pairs of my underwear that I got worried mum would want to know where
they all were and so I started to go commando which just added fuel to the
fire for my tormentors. I often had to try and scrub words off my body that
had been written on in permanent marker or painted on with some sort of
indelible paint. Then they started to get tired of finding their words gone
from my body and so one day I was grabbed by a group about two years my
senior and after they had fucked me they held me down and used a razor
blade to the cut the words `cocksucker' onto my belly and `boy cunt' onto
my butt. I can tell you that it was extremely uncomfortable to sit down for
several days while that healed.  Even with that I still could not find the
courage to talk to my parents or anyone else about it. I still had no
friends to talk to either.

Some of the others who were having me suck them or were fucking me saw the
scars and either laughed about it or they got a bit upset because their
fuck toy was now marked and so would punch me or slap me as a
punishment. Not one of them showed any sympathy towards me and what was
happening to me and that really hurt me deeply.

The crunch came when one of the ones who had carved the word into my belly
went a step further and he got me tied to a bench in the change room one
break and made me suck him and then he pulled my foreskin as far forward as
he could and tied a bit of string around it so that it was closed over my
cock head; he filled the bit that was outside the string with superglue and
wrapped the string around it to make it all hold tight against the glue. He
kept me like that until the end of break and only then he untied my hands
but not my legs and left me with the string holding my foreskin tight over
the now dried superglue. It was very painful and I spent a bit of time
untying the string but of course could not get the superglue unstuck. I had
to get dressed and go like that the rest of the day. I got a detention for
being late into my next class also.  I got into trouble with my parents
that night for spending too long in the bath but I was trying without
success to soak it soft. I managed to last until the following evening but
I had not been able to piss and some had leaked out and filled the bit of
foreskin behind the glued bit and made it like a balloon there and I was in
such a bad way I was left with no choice but to go and talk to my
father. He of course wanted to see what rubbish I was talking about and
when I showed him, he also saw the scars of the letters on my stomach and
while he drove me to the Accident and Emergency he got me to tell him what
had happened. I didn't tell him the whole story like I have just told you
but as I talked I could see the knuckles on his hands get whiter and whiter
as he gripped the steering wheel tighter and tighter as his anger grew."

"Dad didn't say much as we drove in the car and when we got to the hospital
he stayed quiet until he got me inside and then he made sure that the staff
knew he believed my predicament to be a real emergency. I had to see a
triage nurse and that was really embarrassing but when she heard that I had
not been able to pee for nearly thirty hours by that time she put me near
the front of the queue and they called for a specialist doctor to come and
see me." Simon said.

"Sorry but my curiosity is overwhelming me and this might seem tasteless
and out of place, but how did they sort it out?" I asked.

"Don't worry, everyone is curious as to that and the short answer is that
first they made a whole through my foreskin and drained the balloon and
then put a catheter tube in and drained my bladder which made me feel a lot
more comfortable. But they were unable to get it unstuck and so I had to
have a partial circumcision."

"What happened after that?" Mike asked.

"Well I had to spend a couple of days in hospital and my dad made sure I
got put in a private ward so I would not have to face others asking
questions and be embarrassed. During that time dad spent several hours
talking to me and apologising so much that I began to get a bit sick of his
saying he was so sorry. I told him it wasn't his fault there are bullies in
the school and as he knew nothing about it why should he be sorry but he
would not have it and said both he and mum had failed me by not seeing the
torment I was in. I felt at times I just wanted to scream and tell them to
shut up because it was getting nearly as bad as the teasing and taunting I
got at school. And then I had to put up with an interview by the police
because dad was bringing charges against the guy who did it and also the
school. That was as embarrassing as the triage nurse especially when the
policeman asked me I had not said anything earlier and I could just tell by
his tone and expression that he thought I was hardly worth his effort at
taking a statement and it all was my fault, Somehow the newspapers got wind
of it and I had to have a guard outside the door to stop reporters coming
in and questioning me. Once I got home I still had another week off school
to get better but after that I insisted on going back to school to show the
guys that I was not going to run away. We also had police outside our house
to keep the paparazzi away and they had to stay there until after the court
cases had been heard. It was only when I got back to school that I found
out that guys who had been named were very quick to name others because
they had no intention of taking the wrap alone and as each person got named
the school suspended them until the issue had been resolved. There were a
lot of rumours going round too and some of them were so fanciful they were
hilarious, and yet so sad at the same time. And it was hearing the rumours
and how much the truth had been blown out of proportion and yet people
believed such implausible exaggerations that really got to me and that is
what made me agree to go to counselling. It was the counselling that helped
me to realise that I really was gay also. Up to then I had not allowed
myself to even consider it. And I can tell you that counselling really does
help. I have been having it for nearly seven years now, and I am not
through it all yet, but between the loving support of my parents and the
counsellors I am now here helping others and having the pleasure of meeting
guys like you two who are possibly the reason one little boy is not going
to need counselling; and that makes me very happy indeed."

"You say you are not through yet after seven years of therapy. Do all
people take that sort of time to get sorted out after something similar?"
Mike asked the question I had been about to ask.

"Different people will take different lengths of time to come to terms with
what has happened and then begin the healing process. I had several things
to come to terms with. You see it wasn't only the bullying; it was also my
self-image. I felt a lot of guilt because I had not been brave enough to
talk to my parents about it long before it got out of hand. I also felt
that it happened to me because that was me and I was in a way asking for it
to be done to me. Added to that was the bit that I found I liked. I liked
sucking cocks and tasting cum. I even liked getting fucked, but not raped
and there was a difference between some of the guys that way. And of course
there are the mental and physical scars. A cosmetic surgeon has managed to
repair most of the wording scars so that you cannot read any of the words
or even make out that there were letters there but they are still a bit
visible and while I have been told they will still fade a bit more the
surgeon can't take them away altogether and of course every time I go for a
pee or have a wank I see where my missing foreskin should be covering and
that is a constant reminder. And this is the silliest part of it in that I
feel guilt for the guys who did these things to me because if I had gone to
my parents earlier on only a few of them would have got into trouble
instead of so many of them. Even one of the teachers told me off about that
before he got made to apologise and keep his mouth shut. I think that was
after the whole of the rugby team got expelled and the coach got fired. I
mean there were nearly fifty guys who got expelled and the ones who had cut
me got sent to juvenile detention centres and the one who glued me up is
still inside and will be for a couple more years yet as he had turned
sixteen before he started doing stuff to me and he ended up getting tried
as an adult. And that was another thing I had to deal with in my
counselling was having to face all of it over again as I gave testimony in
the trials. At least they were already doing that sort of thing by video
link and so I did not have to actually look at the guys across the
courtroom."

"We can't even begin to imagine what it was like for you and what it has
done to you inside your head and your heart. What can we do to help if
anything?" I asked.

"You can come and visit me from time to time. But more importantly, you can
keep a look out for any young people who seem to be struggling with an
issue and try to help them. Seeing a young person getting their problems
sorted out before it reaches the way mine was is just so uplifting for me
and makes my work here feel so much more important and needed." Simon told
us.

"Well we will certainly try to do the visits, but I am not sure we can
recognise when a young person is having a problem. I mean when we saw young
Jay at Steve's house the other weekend I would never have known he was
being treated the way he is/was without someone telling us and it certainly
was not Jay doing the talking at first." Mike admitted.

"When you go, I am going to give you some leaflets that describe the things
to look out for and which might help you. But you also need to remember
that knights in shiny armour can also still cry and sometimes what you
discover might be very hard to cope with. That's when we can help you with
people to guide you through by comforting your hurting hearts and build
your own strength."

"There is something you said earlier that is leading me to ask this
question, but if you don't want to answer it just say so. You know you are
gay but do you have a boyfriend?" Mike asked.

"Actually, I have never had a boyfriend; or a girlfriend for that matter. I
am not sure I am ready for that yet either because I don't want a sympathy
friend; I want a friend who loves me for what I am right now, not what has
happened to me." Simon told us.

"Yeah, I think I can understand that. But you must surely have had some
guys hit on you. I mean you are so hot to look at and clearly exude gay
vibes that I am surprised no guy has managed to get you without knowing
your background first."

"Yes, I have had a few guys hit on me like you say, but as soon as they do
I think that I can't show them my scarred body and so turn them away."
Simon explained.

"Have any of those that have hit on you been of interest to you too?" I
asked.

"A couple of them have. But I still turned them away." Simon replied. "You
know how it is: you show interest in the guy and the next thing he wants to
get physical with you and then he sees the scars and has to be told the
story and it is no longer me but my troubles that he cares about."

"I know I am inexperienced and all but what if you say to the next one you
also fancy that you are interested but that you are not just in it for the
physical side but more for the emotional side and so you want to spend some
weeks without getting intimate first to make sure that what you have is
right for the both of you." I suggested.

"Have you been talking to my counsellor? That is exactly what he suggested
just yesterday. You see we are now working on that aspect of my life and if
it works it will probably bring an end to my need for counselling. Although
I will keep in contact with my counsellor for as long as I live. I love him
for what he has done for me and the care and concern he has shown me over
these years. And I will tell you this now, I believe that you are going to
have people love you for the same thing. For not being selfish and being
there to help when someone needs it. I can see it in both of you and as
painful as that might be at times I think you will find great reward in it
too."

"Well if we can help someone to have a better life then I believe we will
find that a great reward but I don't know that I want to be a counsellor."
Mike said.

"Oh, I didn't mean that exactly, more that you guys are caring and want to
share your care with others and help them if you can. But you probably
would make great counsellors too so don't rule that out altogether." Simon
clarified. "It has been great to talk you and I have really enjoyed these
last couple of hours, but I'm afraid that I do have to do some work as I am
the paid employee of this establishment. So let me get you those papers and
then wish you à bientôt for it will not be good bye but till I see
you again."

Simon led us out via his office to get us the papers he had talked about
and then as we said goodbye he leant forward and gave each of us a kiss on
the cheek. "Don't be strangers here. In that pack is a little business
card, it has my private mobile number on it.  I would love to meet up with
you two sometime and maybe go for a coffee or a movie together, so think
about it and give me a call if you want to do something like that."

"Thanks Simon, we might just do that sometime. Good bye." Mike said.

"Good bye." I echoed and we left to walk back to the bus stop to get a bus
home.