Date: Sat, 28 Sep 2002 13:49:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Got (Part 7)

So there we were in Larry's bedroom, with Larry and
Woody up front in the living room, and Butch and
Norton coming up the stairs.

Then I heard Woody say, "You didn't say they were
coming here."  He sounded panicked.

"No problem.  They're old friends of mine.  While you
were in the bathroom, I called them.  I thought they'd
like to see their tape.  Incidentally, how did you get
hold of it?"

"I better get out of here."

"Wait a minute.  Are you in trouble over this?"

Before Woody could answer, Butch and Norton came in
the front door.  That's when things seemed to explode.

"What the hell's he doing here?"  That was Butch's
voice.  Then Norton started in, telling Larry how
Kevin and Woody had jumped him outside the gym and
taken the video.

Then Larry was saying, "Well, as long as you've got
the tape now and we've got Woody, I'd say we could
have a little fun."

I knew that Kevin and I better get back out the window
and down the stairs while there was some distractions,
so I motioned Kevin over and we crawled out.  I still
hadn't gotten the bottles that made the rash and could
cure it, but the main thing was for us to get out and
find a way to save Woody.

As we bent low and skirted the windows, I heard Norton
say, "You know, I think that was Jason's car we saw
down the block.  Is he here too?"

Larry said something, and from the sound of his voice
he must have been getting up and walking around.  We
were still a ways from the top of the stairs, but
there wasn't anything to do but run.

"Come on, Kevin" I said, and we made a dash for it.

"There they go!  They're out on the porch!"

My heart was pounding and we almost made it, but Butch
beat us to the stairs and Larry came running with his
cuffs.  If ever there was a guy made for carrying
cuffs, it was Larry.  I bet he even carried them in
the shower with him.

They dragged us back into the living room. Woody stood
in the corner with a really scared look on his face.
By now Butch had Kevin from behind and was reaching
around in front undoing his belt.  It was obvious he
was going to strip his younger brother.

"We're really going to have some fun with you this
time," Butch told him.  Kevin was struggling, but
Butch was too strong for him.

Larry had me cuffed with my hands behind me, and
Norton was grinning ear to ear.

"Well we may have lost the original tape, but we can
do a re-enactment and add to it" he said.  I saw his
camera bag just inside the door. He must carry that
thing everywhere with him.

Larry went into the bedroom and came back with a bunch
of things.  "I got these in New Orleans last week.  I
think we can put them to good use now."  I wasn't sure
what they were, but I didn't like the look of them.

By now Butch had Kevin's pants and shorts down around
his ankles, and he had his left arm across Kevin's
chest.

"Spread 'em, Kev" he said.

Kevin spread his legs as far apart as he could.  His
clothes kept him from getting them too far apart, but
after a moment Kevin was able to kick one foot free,
which enabled him to get a wide stance.  I knew
immediately what was coming.  Kevin's eyes went wide,
he raised up on his toes, and from behind Butch said,
"Two fingers going in.  Hang on."

Kevin shuddered a second, gasp, and then his dick gave
a bounce and started getting longer.  It was kind of
graceful, like a swan's neck, and it rose slowly.  I
remembered when Butch would do that to me, and my dick
gave a nudge as well.

"Watch what happens when I start opening up that hole"
Butch said.  "I'm now going to cross my fingers, go
further up that booty hole like a cork screw, and then
open them wide."

Kevin's eyes almost went out of focus.  I glanced at
Woody who was absolutely hypnotized by the whole
thing.  Larry, true to form, was rubbing his dick
through his trousers.

As we watched, Kevin's dick rose to full length, went
totally hard, and little drops of precum started to
appear.  In fact the whole head of his dick seemed
almost to gleam.

"Show them what you can do, little brother.  And then
we'll get around to you riding my dick like you used
to.  You been missing my pole up your ass since Sadie
and I got to getting it on regularly, haven't you
Kevin?"

He must have given a thrust at that point, because
Kevin let out a moan.  Then Butch said, "Right!  Good
boy!  That's what I thought." As an afterthought he
added,  "I guess I've got it opened up pretty good for
now."

Kevin had a great body.  And held in front of Butch
that way, with his legs spread and his pole mounted
high, it was probably the greatest sight I think I had
ever seen in my life.  I wanted him more than ever
then.  I wanted his body, I wanted his dick in my
mouth or in my hand, I wanted to be on top of him
having him.

At that point, Butch called, "Hey Larry, come hold him
a second while I get out of these clothes."

Larry couldn't take his eyes off Kevin, particularly
his dick.  Larry was already pretty boned, and had
been rubbing his pants.  Norton looked like he was
also fascinated, and had retrieved his camera.  As for
Woody, what is there to say?  His bone was hard as
ever, and a wet spot had appeared on the front of his
pants.

Larry reached down and got Kevin's balls in a tight
squeeze, and Butch let go.  I heard a zipper going
down, and in a minute Butch was out of his pants.
Apparently he wasn't wearing anything underneath.

He reached around Kevin again, and pulled him backward
with him until he sat down on the sofa, with Kevin
pulled into his lap.

"Gimme some lube" he shouted.  I thought he meant
Larry, but instantly Norton handed him a tube of
something.  It didn't take a moment until he had Kevin
sitting on that pole, and Kevin's dick danced even
more.

Norton started filming.  At Butch's command, Kevin
rose and fell slowly.  Butch reached around in front,
lube obviously dripping from his greasy hand, and
started on Kevin's pole.  At that moment, I learned an
important lesson.

Kevin's a good sport.  When it comes to sex, if he
can't prevent something from happening, he can at
least go along with it and enjoy it as much as
possible.  It was as if he wanted every sexual
opportunity to be as good, as meaningful, as
cum-filled, as possible.  He was riding that pole
good, and Butch's hand was working magic on Kev's
dick.

Butch was enjoying it as much as Kevin. He threw back
his head and shouted, just before he shot his load.
As he shot, Kevin did too, and it spurted halfway
across the room.  Both of them seemed exhausted.
Norton had caught it all on camera.

Larry turned away and would have left the room except
Woody shouted, "Hey Larry, you shoot off all over
yourself?"

Larry turned back red-faced.  You could see the stuff
soaking through his pants.

I couldn't resist a comment.  "When you're ready to
shoot, you can't stop no matter who is watching, can
you Larry?"

Larry lost his temper.  He grabbed something from the
equipment he had brought in, and coming over to me he
said, "Let's let them see you in the pink, shall we?
Or should I say 'in the red'?"

My hands were cuffed behind me.  Taking a chain, he
clipped one end on my cuffs, and the other on a hook
in the doorway to the dining room.  He didn't pull
hard, but it kept me from doing anything more than
just standing there.

He went to the overstuffed chair and got a footstool.
Bringing it back, he pushed it against my ankles until
I lifted my feet and stood on it.  Then he loosened my
belt, unsnapped my pants, and pulled them and my
shorts down.  My dick was hard from watching all that
had gone on.

"Look at that pole" he told them.  The red spots were
still there and they still itched.  Larry touched it,
and it went to full height.  As he did that, he
noticed something.

"Hey what's this?  Have you been drawing on your
dick?"

Norton rushed over with his camera.  Woody spoke up.

"I was trying to show him and Kevin how to connect the
dots.  Wouldn't that make a great porno film,
connecting the dots until the guy shoots off?
Especially him with all his hairs down there shaved
off."

"Yeah, when did you start shaving your crotch, Jason?"

"We did that for him, last night" Butch said.

He had pulled his pants back up.  When he came over to
look, he started touching my crotch area, sliding his
fingers across the smooth skin and grinning.  "He's
like a little kid.  No hairs down there at all.  And I
intend to make him keep it that way."

Kevin was dressing hurriedly.  Although Butch was
feeling the crotch area, Larry was still touching my
dick.  I could feel my balls start producing cum.  I
didn't want this to happen, but I couldn't control it.

Larry seemed pleased with himself.  "That's something
I brought back from New Orleans that makes those dots.
 I got other good stuff from there as well."

I didn't know if I wanted to hear about any of them.
Also my legs were getting kind of cramped.  And Larry
was still touching my dick.  Damn!  I've had someone
give me a hand job before, but never had anyone just
sort of keep touching the length of my dick and gotten
me so aroused.

I must have let out a husky sigh, the kind you give
when you know you're going to shoot pretty soon and
you almost can't wait.

Larry took that as the signal he wanted.  "That's
enough" he said and took his hand away.  Obviously he
didn't want me shooting off; at least not this soon.
Butch had stopped massaging my crotch, but it seemed
to have given him ideas.

"I want you to start shaving your crotch too, Kevin."

Kevin was dressed now.  "Like hell I will."

Butch started to walk over, but Larry had gotten
something out of his box of goodies.

"Look" he said, "ass beads."

Kevin and Woody looked at him with a baffled
expression.  "What?"

It was a string of glass beads, going from marble
sized up to what seemed like large golf ball size.  I
began to get the idea of what was in store for me.

"These are special" Larry said, standing there in
front of me in his cum-stained pants, grinning evilly.
 "You stick them up his ass, from the biggest to the
littlest, and then pull them out one at a time.  These
happen to be coated with a hot stuff product, and all
the way up his ass they will keep putting out heat.
The more he moves or squeezes his butt; the more heat
will be generated.  When you pull them slowly, it also
makes him hornier.  All the way up his ass, these
beads keep telling his balls to produce more cum.
Before he finally shoots off, he'll be begging us to
jerk him off."

As he said that, he moved behind me and touched my
ass.  I shivered up and down.

Woody came to watch, while Norton moved behind me to
film.  "I wish we had two cameras" Norton said, "so we
could show the look on his face as the beads are going
in, as well as watching them go in from the back."

Butch spoke up.  "Let's let Kevin come over and put
the beads in. It'll be good training for him."

"I will not!  Jason is my friend.  You can't make me
do that!"

I appreciated Kevin's loyalty.  And before Butch could
try and make him do it, Larry started in.

"I know how this works, so I'll do the honors," Larry
said.

The biggest one went in first, and it just about
killed me.  I felt like someone was pushing a football
up my ass.

"You like that, huh?" Larry said laughing.

He kept forcing them in, and I could feel their heat
almost immediately. They kept going further and
further up, until they touched my prostate and my dick
did a dance. They all burst out laughing at that.
Finally all the beads were in, except for a tiny one
that was at the end of the string.  It stuck out and
hung down a little way.

I shifted my weight again, and the footstool sort of
wobbled.

"Let's get him something better to stand on" Butch
said.  "You got a bench, Larry?  Something we can
spread his legs apart?'

"And his arms too" Norton said.  "That makes a better
scene with him spread eagled."

At that moment, I didn't think much of Norton as a
professional filmmaker.

While the others were getting the things to spread me
out, Butch came over and rubbed the smooth crotch area
right above the base of my dick.  "Smooth as silk" he
said thoughtfully.  I figured he had something more in
mind, but with those beads warming all the way up my
ass and my balls deciding it was their job to keep
making more cum, I didn't want anything else to worry
about.

It took them a few minutes, but finally they had my
wrists out of the handcuffs, with each wrist tied at
the end of a bar across my shoulders, and the bar
itself hung from the same hook that my cuffs had been
attached to.  For my feet, they just put a heavy nail
at each end of an old bench Larry had, and tied rope
from my ankles to the nails.  There I was, spread out
for everyone to see.

"Time for the first bead?" Norton asked, getting his
camera ready.

Larry looked at his watch. "Close enough" he said, and
gave a little jerk to the string.  The bead popped out
of my ass and I shook all over.  I didn't know exactly
how many beads were on the string, but even this
little one seemed big, now that my hole had had time
to close after they had inserted them all.  I wondered
how much more I could take.  If my hole closed up
after each bead came out, it would make every bead
feel big as a house.  And the beads would keep getting
bigger, and my hole would keep getting tighter.

Larry looked very pleased.  "These films will be great
for what I am going to call 'the big show.'  I want
everyone to see him this way and also the tape on him
getting shaved.  And the one with you and Kevin will
be great too, Butch."

"You can't use me in any of them.  I got a reputation
to uphold."

"If I have the tapes, I can do whatever I want to with
them."

"You try that, Larry, and I'll have to show everybody
the ones of you shooting off in your pants and working
your dick off while you watch me and Sadie go at it in
the back of my car."

"What do you mean?  You couldn't photograph me.  It
was night and there were no lights for the camera."

"I used a night vision lens and special film stock,"
Norton said. "We set you up.  We'd let you know where
Butch and Sadie would be, and I'd be hidden there.  We
conned you, Larry.  And if you ever try to give us any
trouble, we'll start showing those films of you.  I
don't think the Police Department or anybody like that
would ever want a guy working for them who was into
that kind of stuff."

Larry totally lost it.  He started cussing, and then
said he was going to get those films if it was the
last thing he ever did.  He started for the door
before anyone could stop him.  Norton took off after
him.

"Don't let him get that film," Butch shouted.

Butch then grabbed Kevin and the two of them started
out the door.  Kevin didn't have much choice the way
Butch was grabbing him.  I winced.

So now I was alone with Woody.  I looked at him, and
he kept looking at my bone.

"Woody, find a knife and cut these ropes so I can get
out."

Woody got a little smile on his face.  That sort of
worried me.  Then he asked, "Can I pull a bead first?"

"Damn it Woody, get a knife."

"Not until I pull a bead."

He stood in front of me, so close my dick almost poked
him in the chest. And then he reached behind me.  He
kept looking at my face.

That was when he pulled the next bead.

I almost came off the bench pulling it with me.  It
was wild!  It felt like my entire asshole was coming
out with the bead.  And my dick started jumping and my
balls were filling so fast I wondered if they could
hold much more.

Woody's bone much have loved it to, because it was
pulsing in his pants.  I wondered if he was shooting
off without having touched it.

At that moment, Butch came back in with Kevin.
"Woody, come along.  Norton took off without us.  We
need your car, man.  Help us catch Larry and we'll be
your friends for life!"

Woody grinned from ear to ear.  He seemed glad to have
an excuse not to free me.

"OK" he said and started out after them.

I hollered at them, "What about me?  You can't leave
me strung up here like this!"

Butch grinned evilly.  "There's some younger boy
scouts camping out in the vacant lot down the road.
I'll send one of them to check on you."

They rushed out dragging Kevin with them.  I could
hear Butch laughing all the way down the stairs.

I felt a cool breeze across my balls.  They could have
at least closed the front door.

(End of Part 7)
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Bart Hanks