Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2020 14:59:26 -0700 From: Jason Ford Subject: The Deal, Ch. 19 (final) The Deal By James Forbes Chapter 19 – The Choice This is the final chapter in a 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. After several hours of abuse, I was spent. The boys carried my limp body to the handicapped toilet stall and held me in the air over the toilet. My ass was ready to burst with all of the piss up inside me. The second I was over the toilet it all came gushing out. "Ew! Gross," one of the boys commented. "I can't believe how much piss was inside there." They carried me back to the locker room equipment storage area and dropped me onto the small table face up and spread eagle. Scott was waiting for the soccer team. Conrad, the team captain, took charge. "James, you've been through a lot, so before we let you go, there's one sport we forgot: golf. We'll give you one choice today. You can willingly submit to the golf test, or we'll leave you in the shower room, tied to a shower pole, naked, all night. Maybe a janitor will find you and untie you. Maybe the first period gym class will find you tomorrow morning. What do you choose?" Both options sounded awful, but I didn't want to be there all night, naked and cold, not knowing who might walk in. And golf couldn't be so bad. What, a golf club into my ass, maybe a golf ball or two? That was nothing compared to what I'd endured that day. "OK," I said. "Golf." "You're sure? You can't change your mind once we begin." I stayed silent. "Alright. Boys?" The other four members of the team got out golf clubs and a bucket of balls, then slipped on black leather golf gloves. "James, turn around, on your hands and knees on the table, ass at the edge." I complied without protest. I could hear sounds behind me, and thought maybe they were lubing up a golf ball. "Guys," Conrad began, "I've numbered five golf balls, one through five. Pick one out of the bucket. Each one did. "Number one, step forward." One of the naked boys, a small redhead with a long pink dick and long hanging balls, walked up to my ass. "You have the honor of being first. Lube up one finger, and work it into James' ass. When you're done, you can walk around and James will suck your cock while the next boy works on him." Before I could say anything, I felt the cold gloved finger probing my ass. As I'd already had pool balls and a baseball bat in there that day, it wasn't too bad. Maybe I'd made the right choice in golf instead of being tied up in the showers. "Number 2, you're up," Conrad instructed. I saw a short, stocky, brown-haired boy with a thick cock lube up his glove. "Two fingers, buddy, and...go!" While he started to work two fingers in me, Number 1 walked in front of my face, and slowly fed his pinkish, uncut cock into my mouth. The two fingers made my ass stretch a little, and it was really uncomfortable. "OK, time for Number 3." As Number 1 pulled his cock out of my mouth, Number 2 shoved his shorter, fatter one in. It smelled of sweat and piss. I began to grunt as Number 3 tried to get three fingers inside me. He worked them three across, then turned his hand vertically, which did the trick. All three fingers plunged into my ass, which began to ache. After a few minutes of the three fingers, Conrad told him to pull out his hand. "Now for Number 4, which is me." Number 3 was rougher than the others with his cock, and I could barely breathe when his 8-incher went all the way to the hilt down my throat. No sooner had that happened when my focus changed to an impossible pain in my asshole as Conrad started trying to jam four fingers into my ass. He started slow, but then went in and out quickly, each time going in a little further. I was gagged with a huge cock and trying to yell for the four fingers to stop fucking me. Finally, Conrad yanked his hand out, and I nearly bit the cock in my mouth. Conrad positioned his cock, longer than all the others but skinnier, with only a small bush of hair above it, in front of my aching jaw. "Number Five, you ready?" The fifth boy, shorter than the rest but hairier, with large hands, walked up, but seemed unsure. As Conrad slipped his cock into my mouth, the fifth boy tried to wedge all five fingers into my ass. He just couldn't get past his knuckles, though, and told Conrad as much. "I have one last idea, guys. Number 1 through 4, hold his legs down, two on each side. Scott, you deserve the honors of completely violating your `prisoner.'" Scott needed no more encouragement, and put on a black glove, lubing it up generously. He started with one finger, then went straight to four, and finally started forcing his hand into my ass. The four boys watched it closely as Conrad mouth-fucked me. The team egged Scott on. "It's almost there...just a little more...one more push...ohmygod, you're in! It just slipped in all of a sudden! That is so gross." I could feel Scott's hand inside me. My ass felt like it was being torn open. I collapsed onto my stomach. Just then, Conrad came buckets into my mouth. The four other boys followed suit, each one either cumming down my throat or splashing cum all over my face as they withdrew, all while Scott went deeper with his fist, pulling out a bit, then going in even further. After the last boy came, Scott pulled out his arm. My hole pulsed open and shut, over and over, like a grotesque heartbeat. The boys began to get dressed. Anything I said would make things worse at that point, so I stayed silent, waiting for instructions. "Scott, he's all yours now. But he was yours before, from the looks of it. If you want him on a team, it's up to you. But thanks for bringing us in for the fun. Maybe we'll see you later, James." They left, laughing and patting each other on the back. "Get up, Prisoner," Scott said. "Get dressed, but only in the t-shirt, shoes, socks, and that jockstrap over there." There was a tiny jockstrap in the corner, from the junior high kids. They had left one behind, apparently. It was white but with yellow stains all over it, and barely covered my smooth crotch. "No complaints or deals. You're walking home like this, through the woods. I'll be right behind you." I left the school and practically ran to the trail through the woods, which led close to our houses about two miles away. It was beginning to get dark, and my mom was likely wondering where I was. If she only knew. Scott was behind me, but I couldn't tell how close. About five minutes into the woods, he grabbed the strap of my jockstrap. I stopped. He pushed my neck down and immediately stuck his cock into my sore ass, fucking hard to the hilt a few times. Surprisingly, he pulled out right away, then pushed me. I figured that meant to keep walking, so I did. In another few minutes, he repeated the process. Stop, bend over, get fucked. Walk, stop, fuck. We were almost to the houses when he handed me a pair of gym shorts. They weren't mine, but I didn't care. "You know now that I own you. Your mind, your body, your dick, your ass. All mine. I can farm you out to friends, relatives, neighbors, guys at school, or take you for myself any time, anywhere." He held up the vial that had my foreskin in it. "Remember this? This is mine now. All it would take is one call to Dr. Tanner, and he'd gladly take your balls, too. I'll be in touch." Scott walked off. I knew he was right. I thought about him day and night, and lived in a netherworld of fear, excitement, anticipation, and dread. I walked home wondering what my future would be. When I'd started having sex, with Scott's older brother, I was 13 and Danny was 12. Now I was 17, Scott was 15, but my body looked like I was 12. I was the oldest of the neighborhood boys, but now I looked far younger than them. I didn't know what Scott had planned for me, but I knew I'd find out when I least expected it.