Date: Wed, 14 Jan 2009 17:12:12 -0800 (PST) From: Bart Hanks Subject: Varsity Tough Chapter Sixteen Chapter Sixteen Tenting Tonight Roy and Amos got out of the pickup truck and came around to the back. The cabin stood there, the location was remote, but all had not gone well. Roy was pissed. He hadn't intended to have to run away like he did. He was glad at least that he had his police scanner with him in case the man next door had reported their encounter. "Get them inside" Roy snapped at Ferdy, referring to Zack and Ricky, "and do it quick! We're in a pretty secluded spot, but this is hunting season and you never know who's tramping through these woods." They hauled both boys out and then grabbed the tool box. Once inside, Roy said "Get that cock cage off this one. I'm sort of primed for him first." Zack not only had his cock cage on, but his wrist cuffs had been attached to a ring in the wall behind him. He couldn't move his hands. In addition, the cords that had been used to bind him in the truck when they started out still hung down his legs. Having been totally shaved down there, his legs looked like a girl's. He hated that. He wondered how Ricky would look shaved. He grinned as he thought of that dick of his looking even longer. Roy faced Ricky and said, "I told you to get started on opening that cock cage!" Ricky was red-faced and ticked off. The collar they had put on him held his hands beside his face, as if he was somehow waving at everybody. "Look dude, see my hands? How the fuck do you think I'm going to get this cage unlocked?" As Zack watched, he thought Roy was going to hit Ricky in the face he looked so mad. But it was like he caught himself before doing anything and decided there was a better place to hit him. Holding one shoulder and going behind him, he began swatting Ricky's red butt with all his might. Ricky screamed in agony. Zack saw how red and bruised it looked. But that didn't finish it. Roy then came in front and grabbed his dick. "Does it still burn, Ricky? Tell me, boy! Does it?" He then began slapping Ricky's dick, swatting it, pulling it, and finally yanking it. It had begun to go down a little before Roy started, but now it was rigid again and Ricky was still screaming. "Gag him" Roy told Ferdy. Ferdy snapped to attention and looked around. The furnishings were sparse. He looked at Roy as if waiting for direct orders. Roy looked so exasperated Zack thought he might hit Ferdy as well. Then he took a deep breath, got his temper momentarily under control, and barked out "Soldier, take off your damn pants and underwear, put your sweat soaked shorts in his mouth, and put your pants back on!" "Yes, sir!" In a flash Ferdy was out of his trousers, and pulled down his narrow white briefs. Zack noticed he had a nice piece of meat, and then got mad at himself for even noticing. The cum control was making him more focused on everything sexual every day. He watched Ferdy's dick swing as he stood up and approached Ricky. Roy still held his shoulder by one burly had and his dick by the other. It must really hurt to have someone twisting your dick after the salve had been put on. Zack felt bad to see tears on Ricky's face, but he was glad to see a deep belligerent expression in his eyes and posture as the obviously piss stained sweat soaked skimpy briefs were complete stuffed in his mouth. "Try to spit them out and even worse will happen" Roy told him. "I'm going to cure you of that cocky way of talking before we finally leave here." Then as an afterthought he added the word "dude." From a bag he had brought in, he took what looked like a golden brown cock ring. He kicked Ricky's legs apart and attached it. Ricky groaned, so Zack knew it must have hurt going on. Then Roy took out a small remote and turned it on. After a minute he pressed a button and Ricky shrieked and twisted violently. Roy smiled. "See, `dude' what'll happen if you try to get away when I take the neck collar restraint off. Do you understand?" Ricky glared at him. Roy again gave that terrible smile held the remote up for Ricky to see. Then he put his finger over the button. Ricky began nodding violently and made a whimpering sound. Roy had won. But he wasn't through yet. As he pulled out the key to unlock Ricky, he said "I want to hear you sucking on those shorts the whole time. If not..." Ricky immediately began making loud sucking sounds, and from the movement of his cheeks and throat, Zack knew he was swallowing the saliva...along with whatever else was on those shorts. Ricky opened the tool box and set to work sorting keys. He separated the ones he had already tried on the lock. Finally he picked one and after inserting it, the lock opened. Zack sighed with relief. The cage came off. Roy looked at it, examining how it operated. Ricky stood up and began massaging his wrists. With the hands held high so long, he wanted to restore circulation. He was obviously relieved to be free. Then he saw Roy frown. It took Ricky a moment to think what was wrong. Then he realized...and began noisily sucking away on the briefs. Zack thought to himself that if that was him, he would have been throwing up all over the place. Somebody's underwear. But then he looked at Ferdy, tanned and muscled. Maybe he wouldn't have thrown up. Then he caught himself. He had to stop those kind of thoughts. Now that he could beat off again whenever he wanted to, he wouldn't be troubled by thinking fag stuff. The cords that had also been attached for the ride in the truck were removed too. If they hadn't kept his hands tied behind him, he sure could have used a few gropes down there. Roy walked over the Ricky and put the neckpiece on. Standing close to him, Roy smiled at the sucking sound Ricky was making. "I've got some more shorts we can give you to suck if you do a good job." Before Ricky could react, Roy flashed him the remote as a warning. Then he locked Ricky in the restraint. He looked at Ricky and sighed. "I'm going to take the cock ring off you now. I would love to make you wear it all the time, and then buzz you just for the fun of watching you scream. But we'll have to wait until later for that." Bending down he removed the ring from Ricky's cock and balls. Zack thought maybe Roy took a little longer than necessary to do it. He saw Ricky wince, but still sucked away. "How's the taste now, Ricky?" Roy asked. Ricky couldn't actually talk with his mouth full, but he gave a shrug. "I can't hear you." Ricky grunted some sounds louder as saliva dripped out the sides of his mouth. Roy turned to Zack. "Now that you're free, I'm going to attach you to the wall by your wrist cuffs." In the tent at the camping sight, Gunter was briefing his team. The others watched attentively as Gunter explained, "It looked like they had these two guys as their prisoners. The guys looked like they were maybe 16. These three grown men, two of them really sort of old, were going to do something to them." "Like what?" the others asked. Like most 14 year olds, their eyes were eager. "I don't know, but I think we ought to sneak down and see if we can find out. It will let of us develop our stalking and woodsman skills. That's why we have these campouts, right?" "Think we can free them?" Martin asked. He was a good wrestler, and was beginning to develop the broad shoulders and big muscles that are a part of that sport. He would be 15 in a few weeks and was proud of the hair he was sprouting on his chest and elsewhere. "If we work together we can. But we need to sneak down there and see for sure what's going on." Martin liked that idea. Team work was what he was always big on, doing things together. "If we get them free, could we bring them up here?" "That would be good." Then Gunter gave them a crafty grin. "We can use them for our first experiments in playing mind games with upper classmen." All four guys were totally straight. They knew that. Not one of them had any doubts. But each felt a tingle. They had talked about what to do with a bigger guy if they could catch him. Ben, blond haired and medium in size, said "Should we set up something in advance so if we get them up here, we're prepared to keep them so they can't get away?" "I'll get some ropes ready" Martin said. He liked ropes. He liked getting guys in wrestling holds...especially bigger guys, older guys, tougher guys. He was anxious to see how good a job he could do tying up a guy in any position he wanted. "Then can we do whatever we want to them? I mean if it's an experiment, can we do our own experiments?" No one answered. Each of them was thinking. Bruce was the quiet one. The others liked him for the way he could notice things everyone else missed. He was looking at their setup. "We've got the collapsible table and the cot. Since we use sleeping bags, we can open the cot and have ropes attached to the legs, waiting for them." "Yeah, why'd we bring the cot anyway?" Martin asked. "Just be glad we did" Gunter said, "and other stuff we can use that we didn't know we'd need to. Anyway since my brother was able to bring us out here with our stuff, all we really had to do was lug it up the hill." "I hope we can capture them but I sure wish they had clothes on." "Nudity make you nervous, Martin? You're a wrestler, why should that bother you?" "It's not that, Gunter. It's...well I always wondered what it would be like to capture a bigger guy and strip him buck naked. Just for fun, you know. Just to say I did it. Just to say `I stripped that senior and made him beg for his clothes back.' That's all. Not to hurt him or anything." Bruce had a quiet smile. "That's interesting, Martin. With all the locker room stuff you and other jocks go through, I thought you wouldn't have any interest in that." "But I mean an older boy, maybe 2 or 3 years older. The kind that thinks we're too young to know anything. And then to strip him down and..." Ben looked up. "That sounds kind of gay to me." Martin started to get mad. "Listen to this, Ben, and I mean it. I AM NOT GAY! End of discussion." "Guys" Gunter said, "We've got a great opportunity here. Let's get to work so we can sneak down and `help' these guys. Our prizes are waiting for us down at that cabin." "I've inflated the air mattress. We can use that for them too." Bruce always liked to be thorough. "We haven't made a place for the chemical toilet yet" Ben reminded the group. "All in due time," Gunter said authoritatively. "For now follow me." They silently left the tent in the quiet of the afternoon. Back at the cabin, Amos came over to Zack. "You are a sweet boy, and I want to help you." Zack wasn't sure what he had in mind, but the close proximity of his fingers to Zack's cock and balls made him wary. Amos leaned close. "If it's been that long since you had relief, I can take care of that right now. I love giving boys relief." His fingers lightly touched Zack's dick. Zack couldn't help himself, he let out a great contented sigh and moan. Ricky looked over from where he was fastened to the same wall by the rope through his collar. His mouth was so full of the briefs, now saliva soaked, that it looked like he had fat cheeks. Amos's fingers, wrinkled and boney, gave Zack the creeps, but the sensation of someone working his dick after this long a time was awesome. Amos noticed that, and whispered confidentially "If you were my boy, I'd take you home and we could be together always." His fingers were still light and slow in their movement. He looked down and then back up at Zack, "You have a nice one there. I bet I could show you things to do with it you would never have imagined. If we have time before events get started this afternoon, I could teach you a game to play with it. Would you like that?" Ricky could hear all this, and he looked over at Zack wide-eyed. He shook his head as if he thought Zack might say yes. Amos' fingers continued to work their magic, and Zack could feel the precum begin to flow. Amos felt it on his fingers. "My you're a sticky boy, aren't you?" He took some of the precum on his fingers, sniffed it, and nodded in approval. Then with the fluid still on them, he put the tips of his fingers in Zack's mouth. Zack was afraid not to part his lips, so he sucked the man's yellow-spotted fingers. It made him sick. But the fingers working his dick felt better than anything he could remember. He realized now what hell it was to be totally dependant on another person for sex when it was a person who made your flesh crawl. He noticed that Ricky was watching all this so closely that he was beginning to `hang long.' Zack thought that in Ricky's case, hanging long would be about equal to what another guy would have when his dick was totally erect. He had never seen one like Ricky's before, but then he had never seen what Jennings had either. If either one of those two ever got totally boned, rock hard, at the same time, it would be something he'd like to see. "I could take you home with me and we could sleep in my bed." Amos was picking up speed with his fingers. "We could lie together and I could hold you in my arms and stroke you and kiss you --" "Hey!" Roy shouted. "Amos! Stay away from the kid!" Amos jumped back, leaving Zack's semi-hard dick to bob in the empty air. Zack was shocked out of his reverie. He looked over at Ricky who obviously had been trying to signal him. Ricky was nodding and shaking his head. Zack couldn't figure out what that meant. Then he saw where Ricky was looking. There was a face at the window at the dark end of the cabin. He didn't stare but did try to glance again without attracting attention. If someone was there, then maybe help could come. It was at that moment that the police scanner came alive. Amidst the static and chatter, Roy heard the description of his truck. Fortunately no one had written down the license plate, but the make, model, year and color were right on the mark. Roy cursed. "I've got to go hide the damned truck! Make sure they're tied up and Amos you come with me. They're not going anywhere and we need to be away from here for a while. Ferdy I'm leaving you in charge." Zack and Ricky exchanged glances. Amos was almost weeping. "I can't leave my pretty. I need to stay with him. My pretty needs me." He moved back toward Zack as if to give him a final hug or kiss. Zack shrank against the wall, his dick still boned. Ferdy was excited. "Yes, commander. I'll watch the prisoners and make sure they don't escape." At that moment they could from some distance away, shots from hunters who were in pursuit of a prey. "Snipers!" Ferdy said. "Where's my rifle?" Roy turned from the doorway. "Don't do a damn thing, Ferdy. Just stay here! I can't be everywhere, that's why I'm putting you in charge of the cabin." Zack sneaked a glance at the rear window. The face had disappeared. He had a plan and only hoped they would be able to hear him and catch on. He had to wait until Roy was completely gone. Meanwhile Ferdy was standing in front of Ricky. He looked him over and then asked, "That somebody's shorts in your mouth, soldier?" Ricky nodded. "How'd they get there, soldier? Answer me. Speak up." Zack smiled. Obviously Ricky couldn't say anything with his mouth full of briefs. But he did make some grunting sounds. Ferdy seemed to catch on. "Open your mouth" he told him. Then reaching in, he pulled out the spit stained brief, looking at it in disgust. "You young guys. Here on base you forget it's a war zone, and all you want to do is play around. What do you have to say for yourself?" "I couldn't help it, sir. They got me and stuffed them in my mouth." "What'd they catch you doing to make them want to do that?" He seemed to have forgotten that they were his shorts, and how they got there. "I don't know, sir." "Oh come on son. I know what you young fellows like to do. You were chocking the chicken, right?" Ricky looked flabbergasted. "No, sir...well, I mean-" "That's all right, son." Looking down he added, "It looks like that chicken has about had its neck wrung too many times as it is." Then unexpectedly he took his right hand and swatted the thing. Ricky gasped and tried to double over, but here wasn't much room. His dick swung sideways from the blow. Ferdy laughed with a cackle. "That's what keeps you guys from doing that so often. Just a few good slaps and you won't feel like working on it for a long time." He slapped it again. Ricky winced. Then it looked to Zack like Ferdy was continuously slapping the schlong, first to the right, then to the left, back and forth. It was so long, even soft, it almost rippled from the swings. Ricky's legs seemed about to give out on him. To stop it Zack called out "Sir! I hear rifle fire! Listen." Immediately Ferdy was all ears, moving away from Ricky and going cautiously to a side window. Gunter and his friends had been watching from nearby, sneaking to the window again after Roy left. They quickly devised a plan for Ben to throw rocks at the windows, and to run away when Ferdy came out, but make sure Ferdy saw him. If he followed Ben, he'd be drawn far enough away from the cabin to let the others have a chance to get inside. Martin said "Look on this side, there are several round holes cut in the lumber. We can see in from here." They cautiously crept up and to their amazement they had a perfect view of Zack and Ricky, tied up in their direction. "It's almost like an audience's view" Bruce said. "Yeah" Gunter replied, "I wonder if that's the point, to let people see what is going on in there. Maybe sell tickets." "Awesome" whispered Bruce, "a sex show with peep holes." He felt something stirring inside him as he thought about it. As Martin heard those words, he had the same reaction. >From where they were, they could hear Ben throwing rocks around on the other side. They heard Zack say "Snipers!" It was only moments later that Ferdy came running out. Ben let himself be seen, then took off into the woods. Ferdy took off after him. "We've got to move quick" Gunter said. They entered from the front, not being sure if the side doors might be locked. Zack and Ricky looked relieved. It only took a moment to cut the ropes that kept them attached to the rings on the wall. Bruce looked around the room and observed "It almost looks like it was a torture chamber with those hooks and rings." "In the ceiling too" Zack said. He had spent time looking up while he was roped to the wall. "We've got a tent up the hill from here. We're camping overnight. Come on with us and we'll see you get home afterwards." Gunter started herding them to the door. If Zack hadn't been caught up in the moment, he might have wondered why Gunter said he would get them home `afterwards.' "I'm not leaving my tool box" Ricky said. "It cost me a lot, and my family uses all the keys in it in the family business." "We've got to hurry" Gunter said. "That guy will be back any minute. We can't get you and the tool box and make any time climbing up the hill." "Then I'll just stay." Ricky was his old self at that moment, defiant and unyielding. Gunter eyed him coolly. "OK, that's your choice. But given all the torture stuff in this room, I wouldn't advise it." "Come on Ricky, you can look here afterwards." Martin spied something on the floor. "What's that?" "That's a cock cage this wimp has been in. They even totally shaved him before they put that on him. No wonder he wants to run away with you guys." "Grab it" Gunter said. "I have someone in mind for the future who will look good in it." Bruce grabbed it, getting thrilled as he held the instrument that had kept this naked stud sexless for so long. He got a funny feeling in his stomach as he thought about shaving a guy and putting that thing on him. He wanted to know more exciting details about that. It gave him ideas. Martin also was having thoughts brought on by all this close contact. Some of the guys his age on the team had a good amount of hair. He got a tinge down below when he thought of pinning them down and shaving them. He liked to imagine stuff like that, at night when he was in bed waiting to go to sleep. Ricky was adamant. "I won't go! I'll stay here." "What if they don't come back? You can't feed yourself or open a door or anything with your hands that way." "I won't go. And if you leave me and they come back, I'll tell them about you and how you're camped up on the hillside." Waiting no further, Gunter and Martin grabbed Ricky and pushed him out the door. The rest hurried along. "My tools!" "We'll come back tomorrow and look for them." "Roy may return them and try to get his money back on what he paid for you" Zack said. They were outside now, hurrying across the field and up to the protection of the trees and bushes. "Paid for him?" one of them asked. Zack was pleased he could offer some damaging info, since Ricky had been glad to share bad stuff about him. "Sure. His brothers did it. Roy took one look at him and his loud mouth, and rented him for today. You can figure why." They were a little breathless, but they were running as best they could. Zack wasn't used to nude running, and he was surprised how much trouble his balls were when he ran. His dick flopped back and forth. When he glanced back at Ricky he had to smile. That long thing of his was all over the place. It was so long it was swinging one way at the base and the opposite way at the head. Also there was low brush and sharp needles which gave Zack's dick and balls fits. With his hands still bound behind him, he was unable to protect himself. He had never realized how many things could sting you when you had no hands and nothing on. Ricky was in the same shape. Both were relieved when they reached the tent. Gunter was glad to see that Ben had just arrived there, sweating from his run. "I lost him about half a mile in the other direction. He heard some gunshots and started shouting orders about snipers again." Ben seemed proud of his achievement. When Zack and Ricky were led into the tent, they were told to sit beside each other on the cot. Before they could ask anything, Gunter started talking. He and his three friends stood in front of them. That gave Zack a funny feeling. "We have rescued you from whatever it was that was about to happen. You're safe with us. In return, we want something from you. We want to run some experiments on your. When they are all done, we will help you get back to town to whatever place you want to be." He took out his cell phone. "If either of you tries to escape, I have 911 on speed dial. I'll call and say we are being threatened by some naked teenagers and we fear for our lives. If a dispatcher sends that message out, your former captors may well have a police scanner and will know your location." Ricky was regaining his old confidence again, and with it his old attitude. "Look, little dudes, I don't have time for this crap. I want to go home and I want to do it now." Gunter gave him a level stare. "You're the slave here, not us. And you're not all that much older than we are. I've told you that when this is over, we'll take you home." "Look, dude, my hands are numb from being cuffed high like this. This guy Zack, he's been in a cock cage for over a week. We just need some relief." Gunter was pleased. This offered more than he had hoped for. The other three were in awe of Zack's predicament. Gunter got Ricky to move off the cot and sit on a large inflated pad by the camp table. Then he looked at Zack, waiting for him to say something. Zack said "Please I just need to get off." This gave Gunter his first opening. Thoroughly enjoying playing the role of the harsh captor, he folded his arms and gave him a cold stare. "How bad do you want to get off?" The others were eager, knowing Zack was so horny, even though his dick was still soft. It was like having been in that cage had taken away his dick's will to ever try to get hard again. It was almost like his dick had forgotten how to. "Man it's like my balls want to burst. It's like I've been so horned for so long that I almost can't stand it." He was being earnest. He could see they all had tents in their pants. "I need relief." Gunter turned to Martin. "Let's ask him why he was caged." Then quietly to Martin he whispered, "You can play with his dick, but DO NOT let him cum." Martin was thrilled. He had been thinking about Zack's predicament and it had gotten his juices to flowing. But if he had tried to do this on his own, they would have thought he was gay. He took Zack's dick in his hand, and Zack let out a gasp. "How's that feel?" "Great. It's been so long..." His eyes almost went out of focus. He couldn't believe that relief was in sight after all this time. Gunter's voice interrupted his reverie. "Why did someone put a cock cage on you?" It took Zack a minute to think what to say. In that interim Gunter told Martin, "Stop working that thing. As long as he answers questions, you can play with it. The minute he stops talking, you stop your work too." Martin was enjoying the feel of it. Zack was leaning slightly back, and he sat down beside him on the cot. He liked the feel of Zack's naked body next to him. He kept his hand off until Zack answered. "I got in trouble. There was this guy, Josh, and I kind of tricked him into stuff. I had some video that would get him in trouble with the team." Martin resumed playing with the head, holding it in his fingers, giving a gentle massage to the thing. He didn't know anybody with a big dick like that. None of the guys on the junior wrestling team were anywhere near that size. This was fun. He'd have a lot to relive and think about when he was back home again, locked in the bathroom. All of them, even Ricky, listened as Zack continued. "Anyhow the team grabbed me, took the video, stripped me and shaved me, and gave me to a boy across the street." The group gave a collective `wow' sound. This was way hot, even in Ricky's estimation. Martin slid his fingers down to Zack's balls. They were hot and full. Then he slid his fingers across the shaved crotch. It was so smooth, like a 10 year old kid's. "Gave you to him? What do you mean `gave'?" Martin's fingers came back to their job, caressing the dick, playing with it. Zack cleared his throat because he was getting so turned on his voice was getting husky. "They gave me to Enzo and gave him the key to the cage. Enzo said I could jack off if I could run a certain distance in a certain time. I ran every day but hadn't met that goal yet. But even so, he would take the cage off and make me suck him and he'd play with me until I was so hot I couldn't stand it, and then he'd hold ice on my bone until it went down. Every time I went for a jog, he made me put on skimpy clothes that didn't fit. It made me look gay." He stopped to catch his breath. Martin stopped working his fingers. Zack's dick, which was boning, bobbed a little. Watching from a distance, Ricky's dick had begun to throb. He always fantasized a story like that. Gunter too was boning. In his mind he thought `Earning the right to jack off. That's good. It gives the slave some hope, but keeps him trying all the time. I'll tell Ace about that'." Watching and listening to this, Bruce felt real sorry for Zack. He wished he had been given Martin's job. He wanted to say something encouraging, and he had to admit he wanted to touch that bone too. The whole idea of playing with an upperclassman's dick was a powerful feeling. Gunter needed time to think of where they wanted to go with this. He decided on an easy way to slow things down. "Anybody hungry? Have either of you eaten anything today?" "I had breakfast": Ricky said, "but my family rented me out before I had time for lunch." "I had a banana this morning" Zack said, adding "and that's where the trouble started that got me here in this mess." "What do you mean?" The four were interested in their new captive. "I was eating a banana when I went out. When I finished, there weren't any garbage cans out, so I dropped it at the curb. That's when this man came out and hollered at me and told me to come in his house to throw it away. Once inside he stripped me, tied my hands behind my back, and said they would bring me to that cabin." "Well it's time for food," Gunter said looking in the ice chest. Ricky sneered, "Yeah, and how am I going to eat with my hands still chained to my neck?" Gunter smiled. "We'll feed you. Who wants to feed Ricky?" Bruce spoke up. "I will. We've got stuff for sandwiches and canned milk and cereal." Yes" Gunter said, realizing a new twist. "Bruce, you fix the cereal and sit beside Ricky and feed him with a spoon." "I ain't no little kid and I don't want anybody spoon feeding me!" Gunter looked him in the eye. "Wrong answer, Ricky. In ancient cultures, eating and feeding were the two commonest forms of fellowship. We're sharing our meal with you, and you're acting in a very bad way." Ricky cursed at him. Zack remembered how Ricky's brothers had whipped him for his language. "Don't cuss them" Zack said impulsively. "Remember what your brothers did to you for that." "What'd they do?" Gunter asked. "Look at his butt." Gunter checked Ricky out and saw that his butt still had bruise marks on it. Ricky glowered at Zack, planning for revenge for telling that. "I've got some salve I can put on that. It will help it heal sooner." Ricky glared at Gunter. "Don't even think of putting your fag hands on my ass." "Why are you calling someone a fag?" "You're holding us here, playing with us. I know about guys like that." Gunter went to his backpack and took out a small black kit. With his back to the room, he took out a tube of salve and also a small bottle of liquid. Handing the tube to Bruce, he said "Rub this on...and take your time. Is his cereal on the table?" Bruce nodded. He began rubbing the salve on Ricky. He liked the hard smoothness of Ricky's butt. He knew this would be his only chance to do something like this to a bigger guy who could beat him up if he wanted to. He felt the heat, the tough muscles, and he gently stroked the sad red areas that had been hit the hardest. "Have your fun, fag. But get through so I can get something to eat." Ricky wasn't going to give an inch, although he could begin almost immediately to feel the relief the salve was bringing. Gunter put something from a small bottle in Ricky's cereal. He knew Ricky would feel relaxed after that. Then he made Ricky and Zack each take a small blue pill. "What does this pill do?" Ricky asked belligerently. "It'll put lead in your pencil." Then Gunter laughed. It was several hours later when they began experimenting on Ricky in earnest. By that time both Ricky and Zack were boned and dripping, the result of the pills. Ricky was also somewhat out of it, the result of the mixture in his cereal. He had started getting boned as Bruce was feeding him, sitting so close. Bruce got a kick out of wiping Ricky's mouth, saying "Here's a little spot. Let me get it." Bruce watched Ricky's dick stand up, and had a great moment where he let a drop of milk from the spoon fall on the tip of the dick. "Oh, I'll wipe that up too" he said as Ricky looked daggers at him. Finally when he was almost through, Ricky said he was full. "Oh no, you need to eat everything on your plate. A growing boy needs all his strength" Bruce smirked and forced him to take the last spoonful. Then he wiped his mouth for him, looked down at his erection, and said "I see there's a drop there too." Actually it was precum, but Ricky didn't answer and Bruce took the paper napkin and cleaned the tip of Ricky's dick. Thoroughly, carefully, and with great pleasure. Ricky shuddered from the sensation. Bruce smiled. "Now are we full?" That was when they put Zack on the mattress and Ricky on the cot. Ricky's hands were already held by the cuffs at his neck. His legs were spread over the edge of either side of the cot, so they had full access to his dick and balls. None of them had ever gotten up close to a dick this long. Even soft they had been impressed. Now of course it was boned, and had been for quite a time. Martin had been playing with it for a little while: mostly simple things like pushing it down and letting it pop up, spattering precum everywhere. The group was discussing what to do next. "Let's open the piss slit a little. See how he reacts" "Those are tight lips on it." "Yeah, rub them some more. Let your finger try to separate them.' "He's dripping dogwater out of it." Ricky was moaning. He twisted his head from side to side. "See his reaction? This is his most sensitive spot. It's in different places for different guys." "Man, make him hot. See how hot we can get him." Gunter paused a moment. "Let me think. Do we have anything safe we can slip in it?" Ricky started to object through his moans, but Gunter quickly added "Keep playing with the lips, spreading them. He loves that. One of you might put a finger in his mouth to suck on." Ricky took the finger eagerly, even opened wider for more. Ben said "See his dick quiver? Hold it when you play with the slit, and rub some of that slime all up and down." Zack watched the scene hypnotized. He had never seen guys of 14 who were able to turn a rough tough 16 year old into a mass of jelly the way they were doing. It got him hard just to watch it, and he knew if he was free to touch it, he'd blast without touching himself. Gunter opened a kit he had on the floor beside him and took out a small plastic stirring rod. "This ought to work. I use it when I'm working with some of the experiments. Get some of that moisturizer on it." Martin, always the wrestler, was still happily spreading the lips and squeezing the juice. Every few times he would try to insert his little finger into the slit. He grinned over at Gunter. "Tell you what, if I can't get my finger in the slit, how about I put it up his butt?" Gunter shot him a grin. "I've always known you wrestling guys win matches by stabbing your finger up some guy's butt." "Aw, Gunter. But hey I'm making progress getting my little finger into the slit. All that dogwater he's juicing out is helping." Gunter looked closely at the head. "I can see you're stretching it wider. But let's see if this stick will fit, and then if you want to put something up his butt, I've got a bunch of better choices." Zack decided these guys could be as dangerous as the ones they rescued him from. "Watch now" Gunter said. "I'll insert this stick down his slit, and then we'll move him just a little so you can get into his butt, and then we'll try some experiments." Zack watched as Ricky looked wide eyed at the small stick. It wasn't that big, but if it was your piss slit that was being opened, then it sure looked very big. Still sucking on the fingers, Ricky tried to say no, but only a low moan came out. He was almost too horned to care any more. "That pill must be working real good" Bruce said. "I think as long as we keep him sexed up, he doesn't realty care what we do to him." Gunter carefully lubed the stick, and then pinched the lips wide to make room. "Open your dick and close your eyes, and I'll gve you a big surprise" he said. As Zack watched, Gunter started the insertion. Ricky bucked for an instant, but the wrestler massaged the underside of the head and Ricky got calm. The stick went in a little further. "Move it very carefully if you don't want to cause major damage. But see, this long bone already has two inches of the stick in the channel now." Martin asked, "If we got it in and jerked him off, would the cum shoot it out while it blasts his cum out?" "That would be cool. I'd like to see that" Ben said. "Me too" said Zack without thinking. All eyes turned to him except Ricky who was too horned to try to actually make his eyes focus. Martin was playing with his balls and tant to keep him calm during the process. Gunter held his sausage, now long and hard. "We'll get to you in due time" Gunter promised. Zack silently cursed himself for saying anything. When only the tip remained outside, Gunter stopped. He moved his fingers exploratively up and down the length. He could feel the stick in there. "I wonder how he'd react if we tried to bend his bone while the stick is in there." "Try it! Try it!" the other three cried. They were all huddled close to Ricky's crotch, their breaths touching his bone, the smell of his crotch filling their noses. "Damn, smells like after a wrestling match. We all stink that way after we've been in holds and clutches" Martin said. "I bet his butt smells the same way." "You'll get to his butt in a minute. But let's experiment now. Let me start to bend his bone." "Go ahead, Gunter. You're the one who always wants to do research" Ben said, wondering why Gunter carried all this stuff to their campout. He thought maybe Gunter might have planned to get one of them. Gunter was amazed that the bone wouldn't bend. It remained rigid. Finally he took both hands and held the bone, trying to bend it in opposite directions. Ricky came out of his trance with a scream. "FUCKING SHIT!!! What are you doing to me?" Gunter gave a wry smile. "Ricky, would you like to see how long the stick is that's up your dick?" "Up my dick? You shoved a stick up my damn dick? Shit!" Gunter began to carefully remove the stick as Ricky watched in horror. He pulled it out slowly, not only for maximum effect but also to give the longest sensations to Ricky. Precum flowed out with it until finally it was outside, dripping. Gunter held the stick to Ricky's lips. "Suck it, Ricky." "What's it got on it?" "That's you. Nothing more. Now suck it good. Get everything off it." Ricky opened his mouth and sucked. His dick was still rock hard, long, slender, and pulsing. Gunter turned to the others. "We're going to let Ricky do a big favor for Zack. I want one of you to take pictures of it. That'll be our insurance against Ricky ever making any trouble for us." They all wanted to, but Bruce got the job. Then Gunter continued, "Martin, you're our wrestler. I want you to position Ricky between Zack's legs. Get him up close so he can service Zack while I give him directions. If possible, lay him on his bone. That ought to encourage him when he gets started." Zack lay sprawled with a pillow at the base of his back, giving enough lift so his dick and balls as well as his butt were available. His hands were still tied behind him, but there was enough lift with the pillow to keep his fingers from getting numb. He watched what was happening. Finally, he told himself, I'm going to get some relief. Gunter removed the stick from Ricky's mouth and patted him on the cheek. "We're going to help you get over here with Zack where you can do something for him. Would you like that?" His first words were a total surprise. "I miss that thing in my bone. Can you put it back?" "You mean you liked that?" "Yeah. It felt kind of good. I liked how tough it made me feel. It was like my bone grew extra muscles. It felt stiff." "It looks pretty stiff now." "Yeah, but it doesn't feel as stiff." "I'll tell you what, Ricky do a good job with Zack and I'll let you keep it in overnight if you want to. I even have a solid glass stirring rod that will make you feel even better." "I'd like that." Ricky looked wasted but he grinned happily. "If I had one of my own, I'd wear it to school every day." Gunter gave his bone a friendly pat. "That's fine Ricky. Now Martin is going to move you over to Zack, so hold on tight. Martin liked the way he felt lifting Ricky. He had never wrestled a guy that big, but he liked the feel of it. Good body mass, trim weight, strong muscles. It was almost as if Ricky sensed something as well, even in his current condition. Looking up at Martin as he was being lowered into Zack's crotch area, he winked at the wrestler and said "I like you." It bothered Martin that Ricky's words felt so good to hear. He decided he would be better off when this thing was all over. Ricky scooted close to Zack's balls and smiled. "Hi Zack." Gunter spoke up. "Ricky, I want you to give Zack some relief. See how smooth he is down thee? See how nicely shaved he is? Can you smell that?" Ricky raised his heads slightly and sniffed Zack's crotch area. "Now lick right above his dick, where his pubes used to be. Taste how good that is." Zack had never thought a guy licking down there would turn him as much as a blow job. It was unbelievable. His dick throbbed. He could feel Ricky's breath. The tongue was licking him like a dog would, sloppy but sincere. Gunter whispered to Martin, "I gave both of them a pill. Zack will go craze when Ricky starts to suck him. Be sure Bruce has his camera phone ready." "I like the smell down here" Ricky said, nosing Zack's balls. "All shaved and nice. They ought to be that way all the time." "Try licking his dick. Maybe just the head at first. You lick really good, Ricky." "Dick? I don't suck --" Gunter interrupted him. "You want that stick back in you again, don't you? Come on, Ricky. We've been nice to you. Think of the fun we're having. You don't want that to stop, do you?" Ricky's enormous bone was pulsing with the vibes coming from the smell of Zack. The huge head seemed to be spitting precum. Ricky nodded in agreement. "I don't want it to stop. I'll do it." Raising his head from Zack's balls and hole, Ricky began licking the top of Zack's dick. As he did, Gunter whispered to Martin, "Use your finger to play with Zack's hole. Those two feelings at the same time should send him into orbit." Martin slid a finger over to Zack's tant, and then along his crack. Zack shifted slightly and then moaned. Ricky, thinking the moan was praise for his work, stopped licking long enough to say "Hell, dude, if you think this is great, you ought to see what I can do with your dick." Martin sucked his finger before placing it on Zack's smooth, hairless hole. It actually looked inviting, waiting for him. "Can he spread his legs wider?" Martin asked. Gunter eased Zack's legs further apart. Martin prepared to insert his finger. Gunter told Ricky "Start sucking. And remember the stick is yours if you do a good job. I'll even teach you other ways to have fun with it." Ricky took the bone in his mouth and Martin inserted his finger. For Martin this was a trip. In wrestling he sometimes jabbed a finger up an opponent's crack, but the material prevented him actually entering him. Now he was slipping inside Zack as he practically came up off the mattress with the effect of both the finger and the hungry mouth. They were putting Zack into orbit, and he obviously was loving every minute of it. Ricky was loving it too. He was lying on his bone and he began humping to get more thrust. He sucked away like mad, enjoying the taste of the precum and really of the dick itself. Long ago Josh had told the linebackers that Zack had an interesting head, and Ricky was finding that out for himself now. The whole ridge seemed like a tough armor, and Ricky was enjoying letting his tongue work on it as his lips sucked the heck out of Zack. For Zack, he expressed himself when he suddenly shouted "Tighter! Get it tighter! Squeeze it! Damn it I don't want soft stuff, I want my dick whacked so I can feel it! Somebody do something to help me get off!" Gunter saw a new opportunity. "Martin, get Ricky up and sit him on Zack's pole. If he can't bounce with his hands incapacitated, you help pull him up and down as fast as you can. Bruce, get good pictures of this...from all sides!" Zack's pole was no problem. It stayed rigid hard and tough as steel pointing straight up. Sitting Ricky on it was made harder by his long bone bouncing and dripping precum while Martin was trying to get him set. All the group called out helpful instructions. "Spread your legs wider!" "Open your ass!" "Relax and push out with your ass." "Martin, his hole's not centered yet." "Line him up with the bone." "Don't drop him or you'll break Ricky's bone." At last Ricky was ready to ride the bone. As they pulled him up and down, his eyes glazed and his tongue hung out. Zack moaned deliriously. Then as Zack shouted "I'm coming!" Ricky's bone gave a final bounce and started firing off all over the place, getting on everyone surrounding him. A few minutes later all was calm. Ricky actually went to sleep lying beside Zack on the mattress. Gunter took the others outside. "I'm going to call my big brother and ask him to come get them. He can bring some old shorts and pants they can borrow, and he can get them home. When I finish the call, I'll unlock Ricky from the collar. I have an all-purpose pass key that never fails. Then we'll untie Zack's hands. He won't want to go anywhere when he sees he's getting clothes and a ride into town." Gunter made the call outside the tent. It went as planned, except when he told his brother about them being nude and boned, he replied "I'm at a jock party with dates. Maybe I could bring them along and see if they want to perform again. The girls might get off on seeing guy-guy sex." End of Chapter 16 --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- (Sorry for the length of this chapter, but I wanted to finish this in one scene, so I can return to other parts of the story next time. The emails and suggestions are much appreciated. --Bart)