Date: Tue, 30 Jun 2020 16:48:01 -0700 From: Jason Ford Subject: The Deal, Ch. 15 The Deal By James Forbes Chapter 15 – A First Test to Make the Team This is a 19-chapter series of (partly) fiction created for the entertainment of interested adults, partly based on my experiences as a youth. Please read no further if you are underage, if this is illegal in your area, or if you are offended by explicit sexual stories. Names and locations have been changed. This would have taken place in the pre-AIDS era. The main focus is on physical and psychological domination, submission, various punishments and kink. If you enjoy this kind of story, please show your appreciation by making a donation to Nifty Archives. Go to: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. And if you need a good sub in the San Diego area, or have comments on the story, contact me at jasbike1@gmail.com. I had barely recovered from my humiliation in the woods at the hands of Scott, his brother Danny, and their friend Andrew, when I got a note from Scott a week later. It was on my bed when I woke up one morning, ironically after a nightmare about Scott. Evidently, he had snuck in again during the night. The note read, "Prisoner: One more deal to see if you are on the team in a month when school starts. Report today to the locker room at 4:00 after school." I thought Scott meant to have written "the soccer team," since that was supposedly why I endured five physical exams from the doctor, which turned out to be torture paid for by Scott. Now I was hairless, and I wasn't sure it would ever grow back. And I was circumcised. Perhaps more embarrassing than anything, the lotion Dr. Tanner had used on me shrank my dick and balls to the point my dick was smaller hard now than it used to be when it was soft. I hoped the athletic coach would simply have me sign a form that afternoon. I showed up 15 minutes early, fearful of ever showing up late for Scott again. I didn't even know if he'd be there, but I figured he'd know somehow if I was even a minute late. The coach wasn't in his office, but I heard the showers running down the hall and couldn't resist peeking around a corner. Five member of the soccer team, none of whom had witnessed my trials at the doctor's office, were showering and horsing around with each other, grabbing each other's dicks and smacking asses. They were all seniors, a bit older than me, and all hung. All had hairy arms and legs, and one of them—Conrad, the team captain—was even starting to grow hair in the middle of his chest, which made me jealous. Conrad was about 6 feet tall, with light brown hair and blue eyes, and his cock was amazing, at least 7 inches long and thick. And that was soft. Suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind and twisted my arm painfully behind my back, shoving me into the common shower room. "Look who showed up early to sneak a peek at you guys." It was Scott holding me firm. The guys turned off their showers. Conrad spoke for the group. "What the fuck, James? Here we ask you here to see about joining a team, and you pull this shit? Scott, hold him. Guys, strip him. Completely." While one boy pulled my shirt off, two others held my legs straight out, and two others quickly pulled off my shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. Just like that, I was naked. The catty comments came immediately. "He's 17? Really? Looks 12...Jesus, there's not a hair on him...tiny dick, too...is that hard or soft—I can't tell..." and it went on like that for a couple of minutes. Scott helped them carry me into an equipment room that was off the shower area. They stood me at the end of a large table, and Scott handed them ropes to tie my legs to the table legs. My dick was just above the table top for all to see. Scott took a seat in the corner of the room. "OK, James," Conrad began. "This isn't starting out well. Peeking at us in the showers. What's wrong with you? We're only trying to help." I decided to try to make a stand. "Look, I was told to meet the coach, but he's not here." "You're only meeting us. He put us in charge of who gets on any team next year. It might be the soccer team, or another team. We'll decide. Before we consider your soccer qualifications, there are five other sports we thought you might be more qualified for." "But Conrad, I only want to be on the soccer team." "Too bad. Your first test is badminton." "That's ridiculous," I said. "We don't even have a badminton team." "You need to listen carefully, James. I said sports, not school teams, necessarily. What I have here looks like a badminton racket, but it's not. We thought we'd try it out on you. We decided we want your dick soft for all the tests, so you will jerk off while we use the racket on different parts of your body." I figured this couldn't be too bad. "You'll need to cum before we get to your more sensitive parts, though," Conrad added. I still didn't understand what he meant, but I started stroking my dick in front of the five boys, and Scott, still with a wicked smile sitting in the corner, as if supervising my embarrassment. One of the boys held out my other hand, and touched the badminton racket to my fingers. There was a sharp electrical shock! My dick started to go soft. "OW! Fuck! What the hell?" "Oh, sorry. I forgot to mention. This is more a household device than a badminton racket, really. It's called a Bug Zapper. You can find them at any hardware store. Anything they touch delivers, well, you just experienced that. Keeping jacking that little penis of yours. The faster you cum, the sooner this test will be over." Needing no other incentive, I beat off for all I was worth and tried not think about everyone watching me. They were naked, too, and I noticed they were all half hard, cocks sticking straight out from their nearly adult bodies. Conrad touched the racket to one of my nipples, and I yelped. "No more noise. Just for that, stick out your tongue." I hesitated, so Conrad touched the racket to my ass, several times. My tongue came slowly out, and he flicked the racket at it, delivering a lightning bolt. Fire shot into my mouth. I grunted but stayed silent. He rubbed the racket up and down my legs, which were shaking in fear, not knowing when the next shock would come. Sometimes, he would even touch the racket to me and no shock would come. I would jump anyway. It was all part of some sick demonstration for the team. The shocks continued on my feet, knees, ass, and shoulders. Then Conrad started rubbing the racket on the underside of my balls. I whimpered and jacked as fast as I could. Just as he zapped my balls, I shot a huge load onto the table I was tied to. "Finally," Conrad said. "That took too long, though. Because of that, lick it up. All of it." God, no. I leaned down and could smell my hot jizz, but I couldn't bring myself to actually eat it, especially in front of everyone. Suddenly, Conrad took the racket and held it to the tip of my penis, which had already shrunk. "Eat. It. Now." I licked some of the glob, which tasted horrible and hot. Conrad delivered a spark from the racket to the tip of my dick, and I yelled. "You better lick that up fast," he instructed. "10, 9, 8, 7..." I got the message, and lapped up the rest of my splooge. "...3, 2, 1" and ZAP to my dick. "Because it took you so long to pass the first test—and each one gets more difficult—I think you need a reminder." Conrad found some sports balm in a cabinet, rubbed it liberally on the handle of the racket, and calmly shoved it into my ass. The guys on the team reacted with shock, then amazement. One boy said, "Holy crap! That thing went right in there. That's incredible. How can such a little boy take that in his ass?" "I think he can take a lot more than that," Conrad said.