Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2001 08:23:20 -0500 From: Ken Craven Subject: 'No Way Back-08' {} ( bb oral) [8!20] Disclaimer - This story contains description of sexual acts between minors. If this is not to your taste or illegal in your region do not proceed further. This is entirely a work of fiction and none of the characters or events depicted exist. NO WAY BACK - Part 8 (b/b bond CBT Oral) By Ken Craven The door to his mom's the office was open when Chris arrived downstairs and he rushed in and switched on the computer. He waited impatiently as the machine booted up and the Windows screen appeared. He clicked the internet icon and typed in the hotmail homepage address. He typed his user name and password and waited expectantly. After a few seconds his inbox was displayed which showed two new emails. Both were from Smegel. "Shit!" Chris said under his breath as he clicked open the first email. Behind him Karen wandered in, he had been so absorbed in the email he hadn't heard the back door open. "Hi Chris," his eleven year old sister said pleasantly. "Watcha doin'?" "Oh hi Karen, I was just checking the email." His younger sister looked over his shoulder and saw the name Smegel on the top of the first email. "Who is Smegel?" she asked. "Oh Smegel. he is. ahh just someone. Why do you want to know?" "Ashley asked me to go to a party at her place and I said no because she tried to touch me, you know . . . down there. But then she said that Smegel said I had to. It was weird, I don't know any Smegel." Chris realized that he had to tell his sister about the emails form the mysterious Smegel because now she too was wrapped up in this problem. "I didn't get a chance to talk to you before, but this morning I got an email from someone called Smegel. I don't know who he really is. But I guess it will be easier to understand if you read it yourself." With a few quick click of the mouse Chris had the very first email from Smegel, which he'd received that morning, on the screen and Karen leaned forward to read it. Hi Chris You don't know me, but I know you. I know about what you and your sister did last night. Was she a good fuck? It mush have been great to slide into that tight little pussy. Don't worry I won't tell on you. Provided you do what I tell you. If you don't do what I want I will spread these pictures around. If someone tells you Smegel asked you to do something, you do it! No questions! just do it! Or you will be the one who's fucked! Your new best friend Smegel Karen looked at the bottom of the email and saw the three pictures of her having sex with Chris on the lounge room floor. Her mouth dropped open in shock. Her already pale skinned face turned white. "My God Chris!" she eventually said. "How did he get these pictures and who is he." Without giving her brother a chance to answer her mind raced on. "Do you think Ashley has these pictures? That would be just terrible." "No," Chris reassured his sister. "Whoever this Smegel is, I think only he has the pictures, and he'll give them out if we don't do whatever he says." "But Chris, I already told Ashley that I wouldn't go to her party even though she said Smegel said to. Oh no! What will happen now?" Karen wailed. "Why didn't you tell me before?" "I didn't have a chance!" Chris said defensively. "I only got the message this morning. And besides I thought it was only for me. But now it looks like you have to do what Smegel says too." "But now Smegel will give out those awful pictures and everyone will see!" Karen cried almost hysterically. "Maybe not," Chris said trying to keep his voice as calm as possible. "Let's see what his latest emails say. Again Chris clicked away with the mouse until one of the two the new emails from Smegel was on the screen. Hi again Chris Congratulations on your wonderful win at the local swimming championships. You looked every bit a winner. Just below this was a picture of Chris standing on the winners platform wearing his white speedos. His small circumcised cock was clearly visible through the thin wet material. Even the slit in the end of his cock could be made out through the near transparent material, and the ridge around his circumcised cockhead was very plain to see. No wonder the photographer took so many pictures, Chris thought. "Why can I see your thing Chris?" Karen asked. "Its like your naked in front of everyone." Chris flushed red as he remembered the total embarrassment of being so exposed in front of all those people. But he also noticed that his cock was now pressing hard against his boxers as he recalled the scene. He hoped his sister didn't notice the tent now prominently poking up from his lap. But her attention was held by a small icon just below the picture that simply read `Press here for the rest of the message.' "What's this Chris? Press it so we can see what else there is." Happy to get his embarrassing picture off the screen, he clicked on the icon and waited. Soon the rest of the massage was displayed. I see you and your friend Sam are very Close. It seems like you like cock as much as you like pussy. Tell your sister and Sam to obey when they hear my name too. If any one of you dare disobey, then all of you will be exposed. And everyone will see What you do together! But before I go. Chris you are invited to a special party on Saturday night at the same place you visited this afternoon. No need to bring your speedos, LOL Your very best friend Smegel Just below the message were two pictures of Chris and Sam in the shower together. One picture showed Sam kneeling in front of Chris while his hands played with Chris's erect little penis. In the second picture their positions were reversed. "Why did he say `no need to bring your speedos' Chris?" Karen asked innocently. "And what does LOL mean?" "He means they already have my speedos," he answered. "And LOL is chat room slang for Laugh-Out-Loud. It means he thinks its real funny." As Chris studied the pictures he realized where they were taken. "Hey that's here in our bathroom! They must have been on the roof outside the window." Karen began to squirm and finally forced herself to confess, "Well, Chris. . . You see. . . I took those pictures of you and Sam in the shower." "You did!?" said her brother in astonishment. "But why?" "I didn't mean for anyone to see them. We were just having fun." "We? Who else was there with you?" "Just Lisa," she continued quickly her confession now pouring out like water through a broken dam. "We just took the pictures for fun. We were playing that's all. Honest!" Chris eyed his sister skeptically, maybe she was this Smegel after all. "Then what did you do with the pictures you took?" Karen looked down at the floor, unable to meet her brother's eyes. "We put them on our web site." "On the net!" said Chris in horror. "So everyone can see them." "But we didn't tell anyone the address. So no one could know they are there!" Karen said in her defense as she tried to hold back sobs of tears. "But I couldn't have taken the pictures of us. you know. doing it. That must have been some one else." "Who?" Chris demanded. They both sat and stared at each other for long moments and then at the same time both said, "Lisa!" "What?" came the nine year old girl's questioning voice as she entered the home office, having just arrived home from school. Chris jumped straight to the point, "Lisa did you take pictures of Karen and me when we. . . . . on the floor last night?" The young girl's face went bright red. She knew she was in trouble and decided to just tell the truth. "Yes Chris," She answered, her voice a mouse-like whisper. "I'm sorry. I was just playing around because you made me leave." "Did you put them on our web site Lisa?" asked Karen urgently. "Well, yes. I put them with the others." "Holly shit!" cried Chris in horror. "So that's where they got the pictures from. They must have recognized us from the pictures." "But no one had the address," said Karen. "Yeah, no one had the address," echoed Lisa. "Well they found them anyway," Chris answered. "I don't know how, but they got them and we are in deep shit." Karen looked back at the screen and saw that they still hadn't opened the final email from Smegel. "Shouldn't we open the last email now Chris and see if he says anything about Ashley in it. "What about Ashley?" Lisa asked. "I disobeyed her when she said Smegel told me to do something and I afraid I'm gonna be punished for it." "Who's Smegel?" the younger girl asked. "I'll tell you later," her older sister answered. "Well he didn't mention it in the first email so maybe its okay," Chris said hopefully. A few more mouse clicks and the final email from Smegel was displayed on the screen. All three preteens read the message in silence. Hi Karen It seems you chose not to obey me when you were asked to go to a party. Too bad! Now you must be punished. To determine your punishment you must attend a meeting of our exclusive little club. You must come alone. The meeting will be on Friday night and directions will be sent to you when you need to leave. So be ready. Follow the instructions to the letter. Do whatever the instructions tell you to do, no matter what they say. And if anyone tries to follow you, the worst will happen. So be warned! Don't disappoint me again! Your friend Smegel Karen was horrified and almost in tears. "What does this mean Chris?" "It means that you'll have to do what they say and go to this meeting. And its tomorrow night." "But I'm scared. What it they do horrible things to me?" Chris knew that these unknown people will probably do humiliating things to her. But he didn't think they would hurt her. "It won't be that bad. Anyway we have no choice. If we all want to keep this a secret, we have to do what they say. I mean, what if mom found out." "Oh no!" Karen wailed. "That would be just awful." "And you have to say nothing too," Chris said sternly to his youngest sister. Lisa was almost in tears like her sister. "I promise! I'm so sorry all this happened and I'm sorry I took the pictures. But I didn't give them to anyone. You have to believe me!" After a long silence Chris couldn't help but believe his little sister. He was sure she wouldn't do this on purpose to her own brother and sister. "Okay Lisa, I believe you." He returned his attention to the PC and said, "I'm going to wipe your web site so no one can see those pics from now on. At least the situation won't get any worse." Although Chris couldn't imagine how it could be worse. "What's the FTP address and password?" he asked as he opened the FTP program." Karen leaned forward and typed it in for him. When the file listing of the site came up Chris deleted all the files, including all the `jpeg' picture files. At least no one else can get these picture, Chris though. He had no way of knowing where all this would end. "I hope that will fix things," Karen said. "I don't know," her brother answered thoughtfully. "You will still have to go to this meeting tomorrow night. We can't risk upsetting Smegel again." "Shit!" Karen sighed. "Well I'm going to take a shower. All this has made me feel icky." She then left the office and headed up stairs with her little sister in tow. With a final sigh of resignation he shut down the PC and headed upstairs too. It was only now that he remembered that Sam was still tied to his bed. He had been left there for nearly an hour. When he reached his bedroom door he quietly opened it and slipped inside, closing the door again behind him. He looked down on the bed. There was Sam still tied spread- eagled on the bed and with a stiff four inch penis that lay against the smooth skin his flat belly. And added to this Chris realized that Sam was asleep. His mouth was slightly open and his breathing had the slow even rhythm of sleep. Quietly he crept over to the bed and carefully positioned himself between Sam's legs and then slowly reached out a hand and lifted the stiff penis into an upright position and then leaned forward and began very gently sucking the head of Sam's erection. Chris kept one eye on his sleeping friend and could see the other boy was still asleep, but Sam began to murmur words as he slept and Chris had to listen very hard to make them out. "No don't! Please not out here!" Sam said in his sleep, his voice slurred and hard to understand. Where? Chris thought to himself. He kept sucking on Sam's penis and continued to listen for more. "No everyone can see. . . No don't. please . . ." Then the cock in Chris's mouth began throbbing in a big cum and that woke Sam up. "What's goin'. . . Ooooohhhh ahhh!" Sam moaned. He tried to bring his hands down to protect his boyhood but they were still tied to the bed. Sam then looked down to the red-haired head still bobbing up and down on his hard penis, which was still pulsing in orgasm. For nearly a minute after he had finished cuming Sam could not speak, he just lay spread out on the bed breathing heavily. Then finally he collected himself enough to speak, "Oh Chris that was great. That's the best wakeup call ever! Thanks." Chris let the now softening cock slide from his moth and lay on the bed next to Sam. "That's okay." Then he added. "What were you dreaming about just then." Sam's face suddenly flushed red and he looked embarrassed, "Why do you ask?" "You were talking in your sleep. And just before you came you were talking about everyone seeing or something." "Oh," said Sam. "I sometimes have this fantasy that I like to imagine happening." "You mean you think about it when you jerk off?" "Well, Yeah." Sam's face blushed slightly. "So what is it?" Chris pressed. After a pause to get his courage up Sam said, "I like to pretend I've been captured by a group of kids from school and they tie me up naked in some place with lots of people around. Like in the schoolyard or a shopping mall. Then everyone takes turns doing things to me and making me cum. I know its weird. But I think about it a lot." "Just a bit weird," Chris said smiling. "But maybe we can play a game like that some time." "Cool!" Sam smiled tugging at the laces and school ties holding him to the bed. "You can untie me now." "Okay," Chris answered and reached down a hand and began squeezing Sam's limp cock and then gripped it firmly and stretched it out as far as it would go. Making Sam grunt and moan. "That's just to say goodbye." Then he set about untying his friend. When Sam was finally free Chris turned out the light and the two naked boys got into the bed and snuggled close together. It was now getting very late and the only light in the small room came from the half moon shinning outside. Chris could make out Sam's shadowy outline and could feel his warm breath on his face. It had been a long day and it was not surprising that he felt very tied now. He felt very relaxed and easy with his friend lying naked beside him. After several minutes of lying in silence, Chris felt Sam's hand move to his thigh and then trace its way up to cup Chris's small firm balls. Smiling to himself in the darkness, Chris realized that sleep may still be some time in coming. * * * * * * "Mommy! Mommy! I can see that boy's wee wee!" came the shrill cry from a little girl as her mother dragged her off down the busy mall by the hand. Chris looked down at himself and was startled to see that he was only wearing his white speedos that Steve had given him and they were wet and see-through. He tried to cover his nearly exposed groin with his hands but was again surprised to find that his wrists were tied behind his back. As the many shoppers passed by they stared at him and at his hairless circumcised cock, squashed obscenely flat by his tiny undersized speedos which displayed everything to the casual gaze. Chris tried to hide his nakedness by turning his back to the people, but he found he was standing in the middle of the shopping mall and there were strangers on all sides, adults and children, all laughing and pointing at him. He quickly realized that the only thing to do was to get moving and try and get out of the mall. Chris hustled his way deeper into crowded mall looking for an exit, but the crowd and brightly-lit shop fronts seemed to go on forever. He was trapped and everyone was looking at him. This was just like at the swimming center and he could feel his face burn red with extreme embarrassment. It was worse being exposed to complete strangers who laughed and pointed at him. His undersized speedos did nothing to ease his embarrassment. As Chris pushed through the thick crowd he could feel hands touching him. Touching his bare chest and belly, and sometimes even his groin, forcing him to turn suddenly away to escape the probing fingers of the town's people, who seemed only interested in giggling at him and poking at his privates. All of a sudden Justin appeared from the mass of people right in front of him. "There you are Chris" the young boy smiled. " I've been looking all over for you." Without warning Justin kneeled down in front of Chris and pulled down front of his speedos just enough to release Chris's circumcised two-inch penis from its tight constriction. "Hey! What are you doing?" Chris gasped horrified at having his boyhood exposed in public. He tried to back away from the little blonde boy, but Justin reacted quickly and reached out a hand and grasped Chris's' small penis and tugged it back towards him, dragging the rest of Chris's body behind it. "Yeeearrgh!" Chris grunted helplessly at the assault on his cock, which was pulled so hard it seemed like it be torn from him. Justin then proceeded to tie the end of a long piece of string tightly around Chris's soft penis just behind the circumcised head. "Owww!" that hurts!" Chris complained. Justin then stood up, and let ten feet of string play out from the small roll in his hand. He then headed off down the mall dragging Chris behind him by the cock, with the busy shopping crowd watching. Chris had to hurry to keep up. Every time he fell behind a sharp painful tug on his cock would force him move quicker. "Hey look at that boy!" came the cry of a teenage girl just to Chris's left. "I can see his prick and he's got something tied to it, and his hands tied. "Let me see!" followed the voice of another teenage girl. Soon Chris was surrounded by a group of five girls all about fourteen years old and in school uniform. Chris recognized the uniform as the same one his sisters wore. A painful jerk on his cock reminded Chris that he had to keep moving and he tried to push past the girls but they held him and the string tied to Chris's cock pulled harder and harder. "Arrgh shit! Let me go please!" It seemed like Justin was pulling on the string with all his weight. "Hey look! Some one is pulling on his prick with the string," one of the girls said. Another then took hold of the tightly stretched string and pulled it towards Chris, at the same time relieving the stress on his cock and pulling Justin back to them. When Justin finally emerged from the crowd he looked around at the group of teenage girls and said smiling, "Hi girls! Do you like my little dog? His name is Chris." "He's cute," said one of the girls who placed her hand on Chris's chest and then slid it down until it was covering the soft skin where Chris's pubic hair will one day be. As her fingers felt around the soft sensitive area above Chris's cock she said, "He's got no hair there yet. He's totally smooooth!" This was like a signal to the others. Their hands descended on Chris near naked preteen body. Fingers felt his nipples, making them into hard little nubs. Others fingers were feeling his cock which quickly responded. As his cock hardened and thickened, the string tied around his cock-head bit deep into the shaft making Chris groan, "Arrrgh! Please its hurting! Its too tight!" "Well you shouldn't have got a boner then," Justin replied coldly. The girl's hands continued to play all over Chris's nipples, belly and now rigid and strangled penis. One of the girls was playing by pulling on the cock-string making their boy-toy groan with every tug. While another pushed her hand inside his speedos and began feeling his balls. The next thing Chris knew was that the girls were pulling at the sides of his tiny white speedos. "Hey what are you doing?" Chris objected. But the girls were not listening and they continued to tug at his only covering. "Please stop, they'll rip!" he begged. But finally the flimsy material gave way with a tear and the now useless speedos fell to the floor, leaving him totally naked in front of hundreds of people. The girls' hands were all over Chris's now naked hairless body. Fingers were exploring his penis, his balls, his belly, his nipples, and even the cheeks of his bottom. Chris couldn't control the react of his young preteen body to all this stimulation. In a few moments he could feel the pressure rising in his penis and he knew he would cum soon in front of these teenage girls, and dozens of passing strangers in the busy mall. "Oh shit!" Chris murmured and he screwed up his face as desperately tried to force himself not to cum. But the fingers on his penis and balls were irresistible. But before his preteen body reached climax Justin announced, "Come on girls follow me!" The giggling pack of teens all removed their hands from the naked boy, leaving him panting and unfinished. Justin then said, "Time to see him handle a wild bucking bronco." "Oh cool!" the girls cried in approval. "But where will we find a bronco here?" "Kmart!" Justin answered and headed off down the mall. "Aaarghhhhh!" Chris grunted as the length of string connecting Justin and his penis reached its limit and it pulled painfully on his now rock hard cock, and forcing Chris to quickly thrust his hips forward to ease the strain on his groin. He then began pushing through the crowd after Justin desperately trying to keep up to stop the string from tearing at his boyhood again. "Hey wait for us!" one of the teen girls called as they all began running after the two boys. As Chris pushed through the thick shopping crowd hands would continually reach out and grab at his erection or his small hairless testicles, occasionally forcing him to stop to be prodded and felt by the passing strangers. Then the painfully irresistible string would pull on his cock and force him onward down the shopping mall. Soon he arrived out front of a Kmart where Justin was standing by a child's horse-ride machine, the kind where you put a quarter in a slot and the horse rocks up and down like a slow moving bucking bronco. Three-year-olds love it. But Chris was not asked to get on the horses back. Instead Justin pulled him over with the string and made Chris stand right in front of the horse's head. He then pushed the string through a ring set in to the horses nose. The string was then pull tight to take up any slack and so pulling Chris's penis up towards it. Chris had to stand on tip toes to relieve the strain on his tethered boyhood. "Hey, what are you doing? Arrgh that hurts?" he complained but no one was listening. When Justin stepped back to admire his handy work Chris found that he had to remain up on his toes to keep the string around his cock-head from stretching his hard boy cock beyond its limit. "Shit Justin! That's pulling too hard on it. I can't stand on my toes for ever!" Chris wined. But the younger boy just giggled and began fumbling around in one of the pockets in his shorts and pulled out a quarter. He then moved around to the side of the horse ride and reached out his hand to drop the coin into the slot. Chris suddenly realized what was about to happen and called out, "No wait!" Justin hesitated, the coin in his hand poised over the slot. "You can turn it on," Chris continued his voice sounding shrill with fear. "When it moves the horse's head up and down it'll rip my thing right off!" Again the younger boy just giggled and said, "That's the idea." He then dropped to the coin into the slot. Immediately the horse ride began moving. But to Chris's relief the first movement horse's head was down allowing his heels to touch the floor again. But before he could appreciate the rest, the horse's head began moving up. Again Chris got up on his toes to ease the pain of the string dragging him relentlessly upwards by his immature penis. It quickly reached the height where he was once more at full stretch and his rigid boyhood seemed to be stretched to its limit. But the horse's head continued up another half-inch, and the string on his cock-head tore painfully at his tender preteen groin. "Yeaaagghh!" Chris squealed in agony. And just when he thought his small penis was going to be torn from his hairless groin, the horse's head began mercifully moving down again relieving the strain. As the ride continued this was repeated over and over again. Down---up---"Yeaaagghh!" Chris squealed in front of the appreciative crowd that now gathered around. Down---up---"Yeaaagghh!" Down---up---"Yeaaagghh!" Down---up---"Yeaaagghh!" Down---up---"Yeaaagghh!" All through the agonizing horse ride, Chris saw that he was surrounded by dozens of small children and parents, all watching and laughing at the spectacle. "Please, will some one help me!" Chris begged. "Please get out of this . . . Yeaaagghh!" he squealed as the horse's head again reached the top of its stroke. A little boy of about six standing close to Chris asks his mother "Can I feel it mom?" His mom answered "Okay but careful he doesn't make a mess on your clean clothes." Chris was shocked that an adult would allow this to happen, let alone let her son join in. The young boy stepped forward and kneeled down next to Chris and placed his excited hand on Chris's small balls that were drawn up tight to his body by the painful torture of his penis. Again the horse's head pulled Chris's boyhood up, stretching it to the limit. "Yeaaagghh!" But despite the pain the touch of the young boy's hand on his soft testicles was still enough to almost make him cum. Suddenly a security guard pushed his way though the crowd and looked down at the naked boy with his hands tied behind his back and his cock tied to the bucking horse ride. Seeing the guard Chris felt a wave of relief come over him. He was finally going to be released from this terrible public torture of his preteen penis. "Oh please sir can you help me?" he begged the guard. But the guard just sneered at him and said, "You should be ashamed of yourself young man, doing that in public. If you don't clear off by the time I get back you'll be in trouble." Chris just looked at the guard in shocked disbelief. Couldn't he see that his hands were tied and he was being forced to do this? The next thing Chris knew a group of boys from is school swimming team arrived. One of them stood behind Chris and reached his hands around and began tickling Chris's nipples. Despite the pain tearing at his groin the touch on his nipples made them immediately hard and he moaned in response. "Ohhhhhh god that feels . . . Yeaaagghh!" Again the horse pulled viscously at his cock bringing him back to his horrible situation. Another blonde boy Chris's own age, who was also on the swim team kneeled down in from of Chris and pushed the six year old out of the way. "Hey I was there first!" complained the youngster. But he moved back anyway, allowing the older boy room. The blonde boy then leaned forward and began sucking on Chris's stretched cock shaft. There were now also hands on his bottom, his belly, his chest. All exciting the tortured twelve year old making his nude body tremble with sexual excitement, which mixed with the painful torture of his preteen cock in a way he didn't understand, but it made his whole naked body shake with every painful stretch of his penis by the horse-ride. Every time his penis was stretched to its limit he felt he was going to cum. But his young body just went to the edge but never seemed to go over, and he now desperately wanted to cum. At last the ride stopped, but it had stopped with Chris's cock in its most stretched position. "Arrrrggghhh!" he screamed. "Please help! It's pulling it off!" A few in the gathered crowd laughed at his clearly agonizing situation, but no one moved to help the naked twelve year old. "Please! Get it off me!" Suddenly he felt a sharp point of what had to be a knife on his small hairless ball sacks. He looked down and saw the blonde boy from his swim team holding the point of a pocket-knife to his exposed testicles and was slowly drawing the point up the line between his balls and then continued up the length of his cock shaft. He knew it was cutting him but Chris could not tell if it was just a scratch or much worse. "What are you doing? Please don't hurt me! Please!" he begged uselessly. Even through the pain of his stretched cock, he could feel the point of the knife move along the stretched underside of his penis right to the sensitive triangle of skin under the head. "Arrrggh nooooo!" he wailed more in fear than pain as the blonde boy began sawing the knife back and forward just under the head of his over-extended penis. "No don't do it! Please No!" Then the agony of the string stretching his cock stopped and he could rest back on the soles of his feet again. For a horrible moment he thought the blonde boy had cut his penis in two, and he was almost too scared to look. But when he did look down his still rock hard penis was back in its normal horizontal and there was only an angry purple mark encircling the reddened head of his penis to mark where the string had been. "Oh thank god!" Chris murmured to himself. But then the blonde boy kneeing between his legs took the whole length of Chris's boycock in his mouth and began sucking vigorously. Chris found his penis was still very sore from being tied tightly by the string and the sucking was at the same time painful and exciting. Chris now noticed all the people standing around him and staring at the boy sucking on his penis and realized that he was the center of their attention and they could all see his naked body. A wave of overwhelming embarrassment washed over him making his face turn bright red. "No please don't make me do it in front of all these people!" But the boy kept working his warm wet mouth all over Chris's erect cock. Soon he could feel the pressure rising from his balls again and he knew he was going to be forced to cum in public very soon. He closed his eyes and tried to force his prepubescent body not to react to the attention on his rigid three inch penis. But instead he just became more aware of all the hands that were still exploring all over his body. Fingers were still flicking and teasing his hardened nipples, and others had found there way into the crevasse between the cheeks of his bottom and were touching and prodding at his anus. More fingers were probing his navel and his hairless pubic area just above his cock, which had become a pressure valve that was ready to blow. "Please Noooo! Don't make me do it!" Chris begged one final time. He then looked down at the blonde head bobbing up and down on his hard cock. As he looked down the boy's head seemed to shimmer and blur, like his eyes were going out of focus. He struggled to clear his vision again, and when he finally could see again the head between his legs was no longer blonde. It had brown hair. It was Sam's head working on his near ready to burst penis. In a daze Chris looked around him. The shopping mall was gone. He was once more in his bedroom and lying on his own bed while his best friend sucked his cock. "Shit what's happening?" Chris gasped sleepily as he slowly realized that he had been dreaming, and Sam had been sucking his penis while he slept. Sam's mouth felt wonderful on his preteen boyhood and Chris began to writhe about on the bed and thrusting his hips to increase the penetration into the other boy's mouth. "Oh god Sam, keep going," he moaned more loudly than he intended. Without thinking he reached down and held Sam's head firmly in his hands and began thrusting into the younger boy's mouth. Chris couldn't believe how excited he was and how great it felt. Somehow the strange dream had made him want to cum more than ever before. Just then the door to Chris's bedroom opened and there stood both Karen and Lisa. The two young girls stood and stared open mouthed at the scene being played out on the bed right in front of them. Only Lisa broke the girls' stunned silence. "Chris what are you doing to Sam?" the innocent nine year old asked her brother. Chris turned his head to stare in surprise at his sisters who had walked in him just as he was about to cum. He tried to say something but couldn't find the words, he was just too close to climax. And now he could feel that Sam was pulling his head away, threatening to deny him his needed cum. But Chris held tightly onto two handfulls of Sam's hair and held his friend's face pressed firmly between his spread legs and kept pumping his cock into the boy's mouth. Sam tried to protest but the boycock forced into his mouth muffled his cries. "Mmmmmfff!" was all he could manage. At last Chris felt his penis pulse with an enormous preteen orgasm. As his light frame shuddered uncontrollably in sexual release, Chris arched his back and moaned, "Ohhhh god! Ahhhhhh!" Then at last he let go of Sam's hair and the boy could pull his head away to reveal Chris still pulsating penis to the girls' avid gaze. Like a three inch flag pole pointing straight up at the ceiling as it jerked in the last waves of orgasm. "My god Chris what was Sam doing to your thing?" Karen finally asked as the two boys lay naked and exhausted on the bed. The boys looked at each other, they both knew there was no point in lying now. "Sam was sucking it for me," Chris said trying to sound cool. "Why do you want him to suck it?" Lisa asked. "Because it feels better than when you do it with your hand," Chris answered. "And because it feels a bit like being in a girl's pussy," he added without thinking. "You mean like when you put it in Karen's pussy?" the nine year old continued. Karen gasped at their secret being spoken out loud, "Lisa no!" But before she could get more upset Chris said, "It's Okay Karen, Sam already knows!" "You told him!!??" Karen squealed in horror. "He has to know," Chris continued. "Because now he's in just as deep trouble as us." "Trouble?" Sam spoke for the first time, his hands going to his still hard cock to hide it from the girls' eyes. "What trouble?" Chris then told him about the emails from the mysterious Smegel, the photos, and how they had to do whatever anyone says if the use his name. And if any of them disobeyed they would be punished. "What kind of punishment?" Sam asked. "We don't know," Chris answered. "But Karen will find out tomorrow night because she disobeyed when Ashley told her to go to a pool party." "Shit!" was all Sam could say. "What if all our friends see those pictures?" his added as the full weight of the situation they were all in slowly dawned on him. The four were silent for a few moments until Karen said, "You boys better get dressed for school or you'll be late." Then both girls left. Lisa backed out of the room never taking her eyes off Sam's hands as they covered his preteen erection. When the girls had gone and the door was again closed Sam asked, "What were you dreaming about before you woke up? You made so much noise the girls came in to see what was happening." Chris blushed, "It's all your fault really." "My fault? What do you mean?" "You talked about being tied up in public, in the shopping mall. And that's what happened in my dream." "Really!" Sam said. "Tell me about it." "Sure, but we better get dressed for school first." End of part 8 Comments and suggestions welcome at ken_craven@hotmail.com