Date: Mon, 27 Apr 2020 12:00:34 -0700 From: Jason Ford Subject: The Deal, Ch. 2 The Deal By James Forbes This is an 18-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. Chapter 2: The First Deal With Scott At 14 I was taller and more muscular than my neighbor Scott. If either of us was going to be more dominant, logically it should have been me. After only vanilla experiences with his older brother Danny, and their neighbor Andrew, I didn't even imagine anything more than a blowjob. Scott, then still 12, and I were playing army one day, kind of hide-and-seek, where the first one to "shoot" the other wins. I had a great hiding spot behind a bush next to his house, and was ready to fire when I felt his gun poke me in the back of the head. "Freeze, and drop the gun." How in hell did he sneak up behind me? I dropped the gun, and thought we would play another game. "Stand up, prisoner," he ordered. As I did, he poked the gun in my back, indicating I was to march. He guided me up the same trail his older brother had gone up a few months before, into the woods that first time when I was 13 and Danny was 12. "Take the prisoner's shirt off," he said to an imaginary guard. I hesitated, but slowly took off my shirt, which he grabbed. "Take the prisoner down to the clearing." I knew which clearing he meant, about a half mile into the woods, far from any homes. We had built a trail there the previous summer. I walked alone to the clearing and waited, wondering what in the world was going on. It seemed like a long time standing there, shirtless, in the woods. Eventually Scott walked down the trail, holding a large backpack. "This is the deal," he said. "If you complete a task successfully, you get your shirt back. If not, you have to pay the price." "I don't have any money," I said nervously. "Thing is, I don't want your money. Climb up on that log, and walk the length of it. That's all you have to do," he instructed. I had walked logs like that many times and was quite good at it. It was a huge Douglas fir, as wide as a sidewalk, after all. I quickly climbed up onto the fallen tree. "Wait!" Scott said. "No shoes or socks." Well, that would make it a little harder, but still not a problem. Barefoot, I began to walk carefully down the log, as it wasn't a race or anything. It was easy, but then Scott started throwing pine cones at me. Some hit my chest pretty hard, and I nearly stumbled. But I continued. I was halfway to the end of the log when he started throwing small rocks. Still, I concentrated on my task. I'd get to the end, get my clothes back, and head home before he could think of anything worse. Almost to the end, a handful of rocks peppered me right in the face. It was more of a shock than painful, and suddenly one of my feet slipped. I nearly fell off the log, which was several feet off the ground, but caught myself, landing flat on my ass. "So close," Scott said, "But he failed. The prisoner pays with his pants." Again, he was talking to some imaginary guard, I think to avoid making it seem like he wanted to do this. I didn't know whether I should protest, or simply refuse. For some reason, I could tell he was serious. And he already had my shirt, shoes, and socks. So I undid my belt, dropped my pants, and handed them to him. I had been naked with his older brother, Danny, and with their neighbor, Andrew, but in those situations we were both naked. Now I was exposed, in only my tighty whities, and Scott was fully clothed. The difference was pretty embarrassing. "The next deal," Scott said, "Is to walk back to the other end of the log. I won't throw any rocks at you. And you'll get all your clothes back if you do it." Again, it seemed easy, but like before there was a catch. I started walking. "Wait," he ordered. "To make it a challenge, pull your underwear down to your knees." What? Scott had never seen me naked. I had no idea he was even into that sort of thing. This had already gone way beyond what his older brother and I had done—simple BJs—and the shower I'd had with Andrew. I hesitated. "Fine. Now you have to do something more than that for your delay." I had no idea what to do. Scott dug through his backpack and threw up a length of thin rope to me. "Tie one end around your balls, and, let's see, this should do..." He picked up a large rock, nearly the size of a bowling ball. "...and tie the other end around this rock." He actually wanted me to do this, in front of him? I knew better than to hesitate again, fearing it might get even worse. I slipped down my underwear, and wrapped the thick string around my nuts, tying several knots. I knelt down and tied the other end several times around the heavy rock. The string was only about a foot long, so when I tried to stand up, the rock was like an anchor. "Stand up now, and walk," Scott told me. The rock stretched my balls, and it felt like they were going to tear loose from my body. I managed to take a few steps, but the rock kept swaying back and forth, knock into my legs painfully. About halfway there, Scott took my belt out of my jeans, which were on the ground. I tried to hobble faster, panicking when I saw the belt. But I couldn't go fast enough. Scott doubled up the belt, came up behind me, and swung it hard. I yelped in pain as a red welt instantly sprang up on my left butt cheek. Not satisfied, he belted the other cheek as hard as he could. Somehow, I made it to the end, though, and nearly collapsed from the weight and pain. I had never been spanked before, not even by my dad, and here I was with my underwear around my knees, being belted by a younger boy. Scott nodded. "You did it, but you still owe me. Get on your knees in front of me." I started to untie my aching balls, but Scott told me to leave everything in place. I slid off the log, and kneeled. Scott undid his Levis, revealing thin boxer shorts, and told me to open my mouth. As I did, I finally got to see his dick and balls. While not as long as my 7", his dick was maybe 6", circumcised, and stood straight out, hard as a rock. He had a dense but tiny clump of hair right at the base of his dick, and smooth, tight, round balls. Without warning, he plunged his cock right into my mouth, thrusting hard and fast. I gagged once, and he immediately grabbed the back of my head to keep my mouth on his dick. "Tell the prisoner not to let it fall out, or there will be consequences," he warned. After several minutes, with spit dribbling down my chin, he shot several huge loads into my mouth. I'd never tasted cum, so I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. He pulled out, and clamped his hand over my mouth and nose, forcing me to swallow the entire glob. Without a word, he buttoned up his pants, grabbed his backpack, and walked off into the woods, leaving me nearly naked, with a rock tied to my balls. I was mortified by the whole ordeal, which was so unexpected. Was this sex, or something entirely different? Would he ever talk to me again, or want to do this again? What if he told his brother or Andrew? I had no idea what would happen, but I soon found out.