Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2002 12:12:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Got (Part 8)

So there I was, buck naked, feet spread wide and tied
at the ankles, arms tied wide at the ends of a rod
across my shoulders, standing on a bench in Larry's
living room, and those damn idiots had not only gone
off and left me, but they even left the front door
open.  While I stared across the room and out the
front doorway, a bird landed on the porch.  It was
looking for food.  After it pecked a little, it
glanced my way.

That would be all I would need now after everything
else, for that bird to come in and peck me on my dick.
 But after a moment the bird flew away.

Larry had gone to get back the incriminating tapes
Norton had of him, and the others were trying to catch
up and stop him.  What a sorry crew they were: porn
and blackmail were all they knew.  I don't mean Kevin
of course, and maybe not even Woody, although it would
be a while before I would forgive him for not cutting
me loose when he had the chance.  Not to mention the
fact that he also pulled one of those beads out of my
butt.  I was going to find some way to get even with
him.

Those green ass beads of Larry's were doing their
work.  I had never felt so stuffed up the butt as I
did now. And they were slowly generating heat, which
was generating cum, and my prostate and my balls were
getting massaged overtime.

If they came back and started pulling the beads out, I
don't think I could stand it. Not if they went as slow
as they seemed to want to.  Right now I didn't know
whether to shit or go blind.  It was like my asshole
was trying to clamp tight to keep stuff from coming
out, and at the same time it was like every bead in
that whole chain was trying to push out.

And I was so damned horned.  I kept thinking of times
when I could beat off in peace, and how good it would
be if I could just touch my dick even if it was only
for a second.  If only I could give that stiff pole of
mine a few strokes, just a few.  It would be absolute
ecstasy if I could only slide my fist up and down
it...slowly...as much as I wanted...

I knew I had to force myself to stop thinking about
that.  It wasn't helping; in fact it was actually
making things worse.  I wondered for a moment how long
a dick could stay hard without going down.  But then I
thought of Woody and his bone, and I got more
discouraged.

Probably about 15 minutes went by while I daydreamed
about stuff.  Then I heard sounds like somebody at the
foot of the stairs.  Since I hadn't heard any cars
come up, I knew it wasn't Larry or the others.  Then I
remembered Butch's crack about sending somebody from
the scout campout to check on me.  I thought it was
sarcasm at the time.  But now my heart sank.

It sank even more when I realized I could hear two
voices, and the sound of feet climbing the stairs.

"Are you sure he's up here?" one voice was asking.
This guy sounded kind of young, like maybe he was in
the 8th or 9th grade.

"Sure, Carson.  Butch lives down the street from me,
and he wouldn't lie.  He's told me plenty of good
stuff to go see since he moved down our way.  Some of
the stuff he's told me about, you wouldn't believe."

Damn Butch anyway!

"We can maybe make this guy our project then," the one
called Carson replied.

I definitely didn't want to be anybody's project,
especially not one for these little guys.

Then I saw them through the open doorway as they
crossed the porch.  Yep, they were probably not more
than 13.  Little dicks, little kids, and they were
going to see me buck naked and horned to the hilt.  I
was so mad I could have cussed.

At that moment they saw me, and both of them stopped
in astonishment.  But the look on their faces changed
to delighted grins when they realized what they were
seeing.

"It's better than we thought!" Carson said.  "What do
you think, Taylor?"

Taylor wore glasses.  He adjusted them as he looked me
up and down, and then remarked, "Those are the biggest
balls I have ever seen in my entire life."

He came over and stood in front of me.  My dick was
curved up so my balls were fully exposed, and at his
height and with me standing on a bench, his face was
right in front of my balls.

"Hey guys, I need your help" I told them.  "Can you
get a kitchen knife and cut these ropes?"

Taylor was still pondering my balls.  He paused a
moment, then turned to Carson, "How long do you think
that dick is?"

"Guys!" I said, trying to get their attention. "get a
kitchen knife to cut these ropes."

"We wouldn't need a kitchen knife; we've got scout
knives" Carson explained.  But he still stood there,
looking me up and down while Taylor stayed in front of
my balls.

"That's a nice upward bend to his dick, don't you
think?" he asked after a moment.

"Well, it's a help if we want to do our project."

"What project?" I demanded.  I sensed this was getting
out of hand.

Carson took off his backpack and searched inside.
"It's just something we wanted to do.  We've got more
curiosity than most of our friends, and we wanted to
know more about sex."

"What are you talking about?"  As I looked at him, he
bought out a pad and pencil and began checking
something he had on a list.

Taylor, there at my balls, said, "Look at this seam in
his balls.  It's so thick a cord, it's like a little
rope there."  With that he reached up and touched me.
"That's remarkable.  His balls are about the size of
the orange my mother puts in my lunch bag.  Instead of
there being two balls, there's a full sack with both
in it, like he has so much fluid inside it's just one
big spurt waiting to happen."

"Taylor, if you get much closer to my balls, the heat
from them is going to fog up your glasses."

Taylor quickly took a step back from me, as if he
might be near something dangerous.  Carson looked up
from his list.

"What size condoms do you buy?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"It's one of the questions Taylor and I had decided we
wanted to know about as we learn more about sex."

"You're crazy as hell kid, now get me down from here!"

Carson was unmoved.  "That's not very courteous of
you.  I thought you would be nicer to us than that,
Jason."

Damn!  "How do you know my name?"

"Butch told us, but I would have known.  I came to all
the games last fall, and I would see your picture in
the paper on Saturday mornings in the sports
write-up."

"Look Carson, please cut me down."  I was aware that
if I got any hornier I would start dripping precum,
and I could feel the effect of the butt beads heating
me inside.  But mostly I wanted all this stuff to be
over so I could go home and forget everything that had
happened since yesterday afternoon when I had gone
into that stall after practice to beat off.

My legs were getting really tired, and I shifted my
weight form one leg to the other to try and get some
relief.  As I did, of course, my dick started bobbing
with the movement.

Taylor was very impressed.  "Awesome" he said, nodding
his head in approval.  Then turning to Carson, he
asked "Should we take some measurements now?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, shifting my
weight again so that once more my dick was bobbing and
swinging.

Carson had a tape measure out.  "Certainly.  Let's do
his balls first."

"I want to be the one to measure his dick.  After all,
you got to measure Jimmy's."

Carson kept the tape in his hand and turned to Taylor.
 "Jimmy doesn't count.  He's our age and we're not
getting any new sex information from somebody who only
knows as much as we do.  Besides you got to strip him
and that was bound to be more fun than measuring him."

Taylor thought about that a moment. Then as if he
suddenly returned to the present, he turned back my
way and said, "Look!  He doesn't have any hair down
there. And there's funny spots and lines on his dick!
Come see."

They got close to my dick again.  It was embarrassing
as hell. Two little 13 year old guys that I could pick
up and spank if I was free, and they are breathing all
over my dick and balls.

Taylor touched my dick. "See the lines and the dots?"

That was all it took.  My dick started bobbing wildly.
 If I hadn't had my butt clinched so tight, I might
actually have been able to shoot off all over them.

They jumped back as my dick bounced, and then Carson
asked in the tone of voice of someone doing an
investigation, "How many times a week do you beat
off?"

Because of wanting to shoot off, it was hard to keep
my voice sounding normal.  "Oh, I don't do stuff like
that any more.  Only little kids your age do that."

They looked at each other.  "We're not 'little kids'
and don't think you can mess with us," Carson said.
"If we ask you something, you've got to answer it."

"How would you know if I was telling you the truth if
I did give you a number?"  I knew I had them now.  I
almost grinned in triumph.

"Maybe not, but maybe we would have another way.
You're not dealing with a pair of idiots you know."

I didn't like the gleam in Carson's eyes as he said
that.  My dick was not getting any softer and I didn't
seem able to get them to cut me loose.

Taylor looked up with the surprise of someone whose
come up with a great idea.  "Hey, I've heard the
football initiation is that they rub hot stuff on your
balls.  We could try that until he tells us everything
we want to know."

"But Taylor, we don't have any hot stuff, and I don't
know where we could find any."

"We could look around here," Taylor said.  I
immediately remembered that I had pulled out the two
bottles that Larry had used on me, and they were
probably still in full sight back there in Larry's
bedroom.

"Hey guys, let's don't go looking for stuff, OK?"

"That must mean we'd find something if we did."  That
Carson was one sharp cookie, dammit.  He began looking
around the room.  Taylor stayed right beside me,
watching my dick as if it was some creature like an
elephant or something.

"I see why they call it a banana, now.  If we had a
condom, we could practice putting it on and taking it
off him."

Carson took out his tape.  "We're wasting time.  We
don't have any condoms. Let's measure his butt first,
then his dick and his balls.  You hold this end of the
tape, Taylor, and I'll go around behind him and then
bring it around to the front."

I started to say, "No, wait" but as I opened my mouth,
Carson called from behind me, "Hey!  It looks like
he's growing a tail or something.  Like marbles on a
string."

I could feel him touch my butt.  Then I felt a little
tug up my ass.  "Don't!" I shouted.  He had begun to
pull on the string.  I squeezed my butt cheeks
tighter.  Everything up my hole seemed to be ready to
move; plus it was getting hotter and raunchier in
there.  I must have made a face, because Taylor said:

"Hey!  Come see the look on his face! Whatever you
did, it made a really great expression.  If we only
had a camera or something, these would make terrific
pictures."

Carson came around front.  He grinned as he saw my
horned expression.  "Are you getting ready to have an
orgasm?"

What did somebody his age know about orgasms?  "Naw.
Nothing like that. But I'll make a deal.  Cut me loose
and I'll do anything you guys want."

"That's easy for you to say now.  But when you're
free, how do we know you'll keep your word?  Besides,
we can do anything we want to you right now."

I gave the only reply I could think of.  "It'll be a
whole lot better for you when I'm free if you two guys
are the ones who set me free, than if you didn't and I
had to stay here until somebody came along to set me
free."

That didn't work with Carson.  "Sorry, but this is the
best chance we'll ever have to get somebody your age.
And when would we ever find another football player to
tie up and do whatever we wanted to with?  When could
we ever have somebody as big as you completely in our
power?"

Then turning to Taylor, he said, "Go around in back
and play with that string.  I want to see the look on
his face too."

"Hey, guys, don't do that" I practically pleaded.  But
my words just egged them on that much more.

Taylor went behind me, and Carson stood in front,
looking up into my face with my bulging balls right at
chin level and my monster cock curving up.  He took a
deep breath.

Behind me, I could feel Taylor's hands rubbing lightly
across my butt cheeks.  Then he his fingers approached
my crack, I could feel him give a slight pull to the
beads.  I winced and a sexual shudder went through my
whole body.  I held on tight, but I felt him pull
harder.

Carson looked up in glee. "It's great! You should see
this, Taylor. It's like a big mountain getting ready
to explode.  I sure wish we had somebody to do that
for us so we could both watch."

"Then I get to be the one to do his dick!"

"OK."

"You promise?"

"Yes, now pull harder."

He did, and again I thought my whole insides were
coming out my ass, while my dick gave a final throb
and started shooting cum in long steams everywhere.
My body shook, my dick spurted, and Carson's face was
getting covered with it.  I was caught up in the
wildest shoot-off of my life.

"Look at his balls" Carson shouted, "they're pulled up
and then pulsing. And that cum won't stop!"

Taylor ran around in front, eager to see.  "I pulled a
marble out on the string.  It was kind of bigger than
the one that was hanging there."

Carson's face and hair were covered with cum.  After a
moment, he said "Get a spoon from the kitchen and
we'll catch this stuff and feed it to him.  And we can
write down what he says."  He was all blond haired,
cum spattered, brown eyed, and way too eager to do
more stuff to me.

Taylor was back with a spoon instantly.  My dick was
beginning to come down from its height, and some of
the cum was drooling out.  Inside my butt, all those
beads had calmed down and my ass was clenched tight,
but it kept giving me the feeling that I wanted to
dump a load to get them out and yet I couldn't.

Holding a tablespoon under my dick, Taylor said, "I'll
catch this stuff first, then I'll get the stuff off
your face."  Reaching up, he began squeezing the last
bit of cum out.  "It's like milking a hose," Taylor
said.

I was surprised how much cum I had shot. And my balls
acted like they wanted to make more.  But the fact he
was squeezing my dick was the best feeling I had had
in a long time.  My dick had needed to be touched, and
he was doing a good job. When he had gotten all he
could, he went to Carson and scraped stuff off him.
That tablespoon was full up and there was still more
cum to be cleared.

There was no way I was going to open my mouth and
swallow that stuff.  That was disgusting.  Nobody ever
eats their own cum.

Carson took the spoon from Taylor, saying "You get to
work his dick, I get to feed him cum."

Raising the spoon high up to my lips, he said "Open
up, Jason.  Take your medicine like a good boy.  Make
us proud of you."

Turning my head to the side, I said "No way!"

"Come on Jason.  This will be a great thing to tell
people about, how we made you swallow your own cum.
Every last bit of it.  Lick the spoon clean.  It's
good for you. You'll be one of the legends of the
school.  Open up now and take the taste test."

I shook my head.  I was never going to give in.  That
was when Carson said, "You'll be sorry.  Hey Taylor,
go behind him and pull out another bead."

(End of Part 8)
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