Date: Wed, 6 May 2020 15:40:08 -0700 From: Jason Ford Subject: The Deal, Ch. 4 The Deal Chapter 4: A Visit in the Bathroom 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. I realize Chapter 3 was short. Those who wanted longer chapters, trust me—they're coming. 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. My mom knew I liked taking baths on weekends, so it was not unusual for me to take one. Little did she know it was because Andrew had just pissed in my mouth and left me lying in the woods. I needed to gather my thoughts and try to figure out what this all meant. My dick was hard the entire time with Andrew, even as he peed in my mouth, and even thinking about it in the bathroom got me hard again. I sat on the toilet, thinking. Then there was a knock at the door. It was my mom. "Honey, your friend Scott is here. He said he wanted to keep you company while you bathe." Shocked, I manage to stammer, "O-O-OK, mom. Just a second." I quickly grabbed a washcloth, which was all I could reach, and put it over my crotch as I sat on the toilet. And in Scott came. He put his finger to his mouth, indicating not to say anything, so I stayed quiet, wondering what this was all about. Naked on the toilet, I was hardly in a position to protest. Scott had his backpack, which I was learning to fear. He took out a small length of rope, tied one of my wrists, then ran the rope behind the toilet tank to my other wrist, binding my hands behind my back. After taking the washcloth away from my crotch, he saw my hard on. "I want this soft," and he jacked me off forcefully. Within seconds, I shot a load straight up in the air, which landed on my stomach. My dick softened to about 4". Scott rummaged around the bathroom, and grabbed some things out of the bathtub, then the medicine cabinet. Scott slipped one of his socks off and stuffed it in my mouth. My eyes went wide when I saw one of the things he'd searched for: my dad's straight razor. Dad was old school, and still used a shaving brush, special soap, and a straight-edge razor to shave with. I had no clue what Scott was about to do. He took the straight-edge, brushed it along my balls, then up the shaft of my dick. "Hold very still," he warned. "There's no way a prisoner should have more hair than me. You don't deserve it." Horrified, I thought he was going to shave my head or something. Instead, he quickly began scraping off my pubic hair, which had just started growing a year or so before. He did it dry, without any shaving cream. In seconds, it was completely gone. I couldn't believe what he'd done, and how much younger I suddenly looked. At 12 years old, nearly 13, Scott now looked older than me, when I was two years older. Scott silently untied me from the toilet, and led me to the tub, which he began to fill with hot water. He turned on the bathroom fan, and in the water I went. With the rope he'd taken from the toilet, Scott tied one end around the shower head, and wrapped the other end tightly around my ankles. The rope was so short, though, my legs were pulled toward the end of the tub, then up in the air, my head barely above the water. I still had his sock in my mouth so couldn't even protest, not that it would have done any good. Slowly, Scott unbuttoned his jeans, and slipped his pants and underwear down to his knees. God his dick and balls were flawless, the balls hanging just enough, the dick long but skinny, with a dark patch at the base of his cock that was a bit more every month. I was wondering how I was going to suck his dick with my head in the tub, unless he got in with me. But right away I knew what he had in mind. A river of hot piss shot from his dick, turning the tub water yellow, splashing my legs, hairless crotch, then chest. Luckily, he ran out before he got to my face. Did he know what had just happened with Andrew in the woods? He shook off, then pointed at my dick. What? Did he want me to piss too? Right there in the tub, in front of him? I reached down and grabbed my now-soft dick and looked up at him questioningly. Scott nodded his head and pointed at my dick, then looked his wrist as if checking the time. Obviously he meant me to pee, and right now. After all I'd been through that day—tasting Andrews's piss in the woods, being tied to the toilet, shaved, then peed on, try as I did my dick was dry as a bone. The more I tried, the more nervous I got. Scott held up 10 fingers, then 9, 8, 7...he pointed at my dick again. 6, 5, 4, 3...he shook his head and got a dark look on his face, still silent. 2, and 1. Scott shrugged, and took my hand away from my dick. Maybe he'd untie my ankles now and let me go. But I was getting to know him better, and feared he would never give up when he wanted something. Sure enough, he looked around the shower, and saw a hairbrush my sister used. He began rubbing it up and down my legs, leaving red scratches. I shook my head as to get him stop, but it was no use. He flicked the bristles at both of my tits, which I had never realized were so sensitive until then. They immediately responded, sticking straight up. He whacked my stomach, then my ass cheeks that were raised above the water line. Finally, he slapped my balls with the stiff bristles until my balls started to turn red. When I moaned loudly, he clamped his hand over my gagged mouth. No noises. Then Scott got a look in his eye I had seen before in the woods, and I knew it meant trouble. He took a shampoo bottle and squirted some shampoo on the hairbrush handle. Before I realized what was happening, he jammed the handle into my butthole. Other than trying to push my finger in there once while beating off, I had never had anything in there before. I started hyperventilating and thought I might faint. Scott wiggled the handle around, and pulled it in and out faster and faster. Suddenly without even trying, pee shot out of my dick, arcing over my chest and onto my face and hair. Apparently satisfied for now, Scott grabbed his stinky sock out of my mouth, got his shoe back on, and left me tied up with a hairbrush in my ass. As he opened the door to leave, he said, loud enough for my mom to hear, "Hey, nice talkin' to you, buddy. See you soon!"