Date: Wed, 1 Oct 2008 14:25:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Varsity Tough    Chapter Two

Chapter Two - Varsity Nights

By the time twilight stretched across the sky, varsity members and others
were through with their hazing and were into their own things.  When Josh
got home and showered, he realized he was getting boned again.  It would be
suppertime soon, and he wanted to wait until afterward to jack off.  He
promised himself that after he took a few days for jacking, he would go
back to his regimen of not doing that until after football season.

That turned out to be a good idea to wait until later to jack off.  His
little brother Pete, and the neighbor boy Tommy, were obviously chatting
about something down the hall.  He knew they would burst in unexpectedly;
they always did.  True to form, they both came into his room to see what he
was doing.  The two stood watching him with curiosity.  Finally he asked,
`What are you looking at?"

Tommy, with eager eyes gleaming, asked "Did some guys really take your
pants off today?"

Both boys giggled the way ten-year-olds do with the thought of nudity.

Josh was not sure what to say.  Finally he asked "Where did you ever hear
such a thing like that?"  He began to blush.

His little brother Pete pointed a finger at him and said "You did!  I can
tell!  You always blush when you're guilty of something!"

"Tell us about it" Tommy said.  "I heard it was really something."

"Who told you that?"

"Oh, just some guys.  I heard them laughing."

Josh had figured it probably would get around.  "Don't worry about it.
There was nothing to it."

"Can we try that too?  Can we get your pants off?"

"Not on your life, Tommy. You two little squirts aren't big enough to do
that."

At that moment Troy, Josh's big brother, came in.  He was tall, had played
football, and was going to college in the fall.

"What's up?"

The boys quickly told him what they had heard.  Troy looked at Josh and
grinned.  He liked to see his younger brother having a hard time, since he
had had to go through the same thing.

"Varsity guys get you?"

Josh was embarrassed.  He really didn't want to talk about it, but he was
glad all they knew was that he got stripped.

The two young ones were sort of squealing.  Troy sensed their excitement
and knew how to play to it.  Looking at Josh he asked, "What'd they do?
Did they `get' you or `really' get you?"

Josh was very uncomfortable.  He had been sitting on the edge of his bed
and the boys stood in front of him, but now big brother was leaning
forward, bending down close, almost edging them out of the way.  It was
like they were closing in on him.  Troy was waiting for an answer.

"It wasn't bad."

Troy knew an evasion when he heard one.  He could read his younger brother
like a book.  That was part of the fun of messing with him.  He knew which
buttons to push.

"Well if that's all you can tell me, I guess I'll have to call some of the
varsity.  Let's see, who should I â€" I know, I'll call Jennings."

"NO!"  Josh realized instantly he had said the wrong thing.

Troy patted him on the shoulder in a sarcastically paternal way.  "There,
there.  All you have to do is come clean."

The boys said "I wish we could have seen it."

"You like to see guys naked?"

"Yes".  They looked at each other as they quickly nodded.  "Getting
somebody's pants off would be fun."

Troy was amused.  "In what way exactly?"

"To see him struggle and see how he hates to have that happening.  To see
stuff coming off and finally to get his underwear and see what he's got.
Man that stuff would be fun."

"Would you have liked to see Josh having it happen?"

"Him best of all.  But we can't."

"Why?"

"We asked him if we could strip him and he said no."

Troy beamed.  "Well you don't always take no for an answer, do you?"

"You mean we can?" Tommy asked eagerly.

"Sure.  We can all do it together.  It'll be like our special project.
This is what we'll do: Pete, go down and ask mom if Tommy can stay for
supper, and Tommy you go along and call home to see if it's OK.  Mom and
Dad are going out right after supper, and we'll have the house to
ourselves.  We can really have some special times, right Josh?"

Josh glared back at him.  The two boys ran downstairs whooping like wild
Indians.  When they were gone and Josh and Troy were alone, Troy said "You
want to tell me about today?"

"Nothing. I was swimming and they caught me and pulled my suit off and
threw it up in a tree and ran off."  Josh knew it wasn't the whole truth,
but he didn't want Troy to know any more than that.  If he had his way, it
would be his secret forever.  "But why are you trying to do something to me
with them?  What's up with you?"

"Hmmm" Troy mused.  Rising from the bed where he had been sitting after the
boys left, he looked back at Josh.  "I need to take care of a few things.
I'll see you downstairs for supper."

Downstairs where Mrs. Raider was fixing supper, she added more to the
scrambled eggs she was fixing, and put a few extra strips of bacon in the
skillet.  She was glad little Tommy was staying to eat.  Pete didn't have
many friends his age, and Tommy was a good boy.

She was proud of her family, especially when you saw what was going on in
the world these days with sex and drugs and violence.  She popped a couple
more rolls into the oven and put out two choices of jelly.  As an
afterthought she added the syrup bottle from the fridge as well.  She
wanted her family to stay good and healthy.

When they were all seated and starting to eat, she looked down the table
with pride.  Josh and Troy were on one side, Pete and Tommy on the other,
her husband at the head and she at the foot.  She liked being near the
kitchen so she could get refills for her `guys.'  She smiled at her blonde,
blue eyed family, and at their guest Tommy who was rusty haired and darker
eyed.  She saw Pete and Tommy exchange grins and glances, and marveled at
how they always found things to be excited about.

Troy waited for his moment.  "Ah, mom, dad, I talked to a friend just now
about the fall prospects for the team.  I wondered how they'd do without
me."

"What did you learn?"

"Jennings said they were in good shape.  And they're getting the new guys
up for the challenge."  He emphasized the word `up.'

Josh's heart sank.  He was crushed.  Now he would be in for it.  Troy would
never let him forget about today.  As their parents exchanged conversation
down the table, Troy's hand just sort of accidentally dropped in to his
lap.  Josh jumped as Troy gave him a squeeze along his bone.

"I see you're `up' for things already" Troy muttered.

He didn't move his hand.  Seeing the salt a little further across the
table, Josh asked "Can you pass the salt, Troy?"

Mrs. Raider was pleased with her sons' manners.

Troy moved his hand to get the salt, then muttered quietly amid the
conversation, "Drink some more water, Josh."

"I don't need any."

"Yes you do."  With that, his hand dropped down into Josh's lap again,
going directly to the bone.  The fingers, through the material of his
shorts, stroked casually down the length.  Josh's face contorted.

"Son, is something wrong?" his mother asked.

Troy spoke up, "I was trying to get him to drink a little more water.  He
said he got dehydrated today, sort of a `loss of fluids', and I wanted him
to replenish himself.  He could need that extra fluid later."

"Well I'm so glad my boys look after each other so well."

Pete and Tommy didn't know about the hand on Josh's bone, but they could
sense things were going on that would be bad for Josh and therefore good
for them.

Troy's hand went away when Josh picked up his water glass and took a drink.

"More" Troy said, and his hand which was on the table made an ominous move
toward Josh's plate.  Josh took another drink.

"Dad, did Josh tell you he made a new friend today?"

His father, usually deep in thought, looked up.

"No, I don't think so.  That's good to make new friends."

"I agree.  His name is Matt Barton.  Josh, tell dad how you met him."

Josh could have royally killed his brother at that moment.  Troy shifted in
his chair, getting closer, and his hand went back into Josh's lap.

"Ugh!" Josh inadvertently gasp, then went on "He's a little younger.  He
likes photography and he likes swimming. I met him by the sandbar at the
river."

"Yes, Josh said Matt got some good pictures of him.  I think Josh ought to
get a copy from him for our family scrapbook."

He still hadn't moved his hand from Josh's bone.  It was steel hard now.
Under the table Josh kicked sideways at Tory.

"Why don't you go call him and ask about that?"  The hand had not moved.
"Here, I'll pull back and let you out."  Troy made room for Josh, who shook
his head.

His mother spoke up.  "Troy, he's not through eating.  You know we never
leave the dinner table until everyone is finished."

"Right, Troy" Josh smirked at him.

Finally dinner was over.  Their parents said they were leaving right away,
and would not get back until 9:30 at least.  "Troy, you keep an eye on
things, and don't let anyone get into trouble."

"I will.  We'll be right here.  Upstairs.  All the time.  Well unless we
take Josh out for a little run later."

"That's nice.  And you boys, you obey Troy."

"We will" they chirped, all except Josh who looked daggers at Troy.

Josh knew it was futile to run.  As soon as the door closed after his
parents, they all went upstairs.  Pete and Tommy were like little
chipmunks, babbling to each other and dancing with delight.

Once they were in Josh's room. Troy brought in a small gym bag.

"In getting a guy's pants off, it's important to always be prepared" he
explained, sounding like an expert.  He pulled out some ropes from the bag
and dropped them at the four corners of Josh's bed.

"Showtime, Josh" he said. Grabbing him by the waist, he got him on the bed
on his back.  Telling the others to help hold his hands, Troy straddled
Josh, and pulled off his shirt.  He helped hold the hands while the boys
got the shirt off his arms.  Then he tied Josh's hands to the bed posts so
he was spread wide.  The boys looked in awe at his chest.

Still straddling him, Troy said "Here's your first lesson.  See his
nipples?  Well, when you get to be a teenager, someone playing with your
nipples will drive you wild.  See?"  With that he pinched both nipples at
the same time, twisting and pulling.  Josh went wild.

"See how excited that got him?  Now would you guys like to try it too?"

Soon they were into it big time, with Josh squirming and eventually
squealing.  The fact they could make him squeal delighted them most of all.
Finally Troy made them stop.

"OK guys.  Remember, this is Josh's bed.  This is where he sleeps at night.
You don't want to make him pee all over himself and have to sleep in a wet
bed. Understand?"

They nodded and nudged each other.  Troy noticed that, and wanted to make
sure they knew the seriousness, "UNDERSTAND?"

This time they were calm.  "OK, then.  Now we have fun.  I'll sit on him
here" pulling himself higher on Josh's chest, "and you guys get the good
stuff off."

Josh thrashed and tried to kick, but once they got his pants off he knew
the battle was over.

"Ready for his shorts?"

"YES!!!"

Troy pivoted around so he was facing Josh's feet.  "Now there's an art to
doing this.  See?  I put one finger in each side of his tighty little
whities, and then...zip!  Off they come."

He started pushing them down and the boys grabbed them from there.  They
saw Josh's bone standing up semi-full, and they giggled and pointed.

"Let's get his feet tied before we do anything about the fun pole."

The boys had been in cub scouts so they knew how to tie good knots.  Once
Josh was spread eagled, Troy went on.  "You two know you can never tell
anybody about this, right?"

They nodded and were sincere.  "Ok, we're going to do a couple of different
things.  I'm going to show you how to play with his pole, and then I'm
going to show you how to help him pee.  In order get him primed to pee, I
will bring you a cup of water and I want you to give him a little every few
minutes.  Not too much, just enough to make sure his bladder is full and
stays that way."

Troy reached across Josh and began stroking his bone.  "See how he reacts
to that?  Have you ever played with a guy's dick before?"  They looked at
each other as if not sure what to say.  "Well I'll bet you never played
with a big guy's dick when it was this stiff, right?"

They agreed with him, their eager eyes on Josh's bone.

For the first time Josh spoke up.  "If either of you guys touch my dick,
you're dead.  I'll get you every chance I can.  I'll make you suffer-"

Troy laid a finger across Josh's lips.  "If you ever touch either of them,
I'll put those pictures from today up on the Internet.  AND I'll make sure
everybody in school looks at them."

"You don't have them.  Jennings gave the camera back to Matt."

"Don't worry. I'll get them from Matt.  I'll make him an offer he can't
refuse."

"Like what?"

Troy flashed a crafty smile.  "Just think about it.  It'll come to you."

Turning to the boys, he said "Go ahead and play with it now.  Let me make
sure you know what you're doing.  Then I'll leave you for a while so you
can have some fun."

Josh was sure it was still the effects of the pill that was making it so
hard to ever go soft.  The damn thing just stood rigid, like a lighthouse
to anyone who wanted it.

They started playing with it.  Gleeful, they poked it, pulled it, pushed it
down and watched it pop up, puzzled over the precum that was oozing out of
the head.  Josh, spread eagled with his legs spread wide and no escape,
writhed and twisted.  That just added to the fun for them.

Finally Troy said, "Let me show you how to stroke it. If you do it right,
you'll get a surprise and he will get a treat.  The stuff that makes babies
will come popping out the head of the thing."

He took Josh's shaft and began methodically stroking it.  Josh groaned and
gasped.  He was so close, so close.  Just a few more strokes...and then
Troy stopped.

"See, that's how you do it.  When he starts to groan, stop and wait and
then start again.  While you're waiting you can twist his nipples or
squeeze them.  Get them tender. That way every time you touch them it'll
give him spasms.  To get started, one can twist and one can stroke that
pole.  I didn't gag him because I thought you might want to talk to him, to
ask him questions.  It's amazing how much a guy will tell you when he wants
to shoot off and needs you to do it for him."  As an afterthought, or
perhaps as a secret threat to Josh, he said "It's a shame you're not a few
years older.  Then you'd know the sort of questions that will bring out a
guy's deepest secrets which he'll willingly tell you in order to be able to
shoot off.  In fact he'll BEG to tell you, just to get relief."

Those two were quick learners.  Before leaving, Troy leaned close to Josh
and said "With all that water in your bladder, when you get ready to shoot
you won't know whether you want to piss or cum or just explode and go
blind."  Turning to them he said "Don't forget about the water.  I'll be
downstairs for a while."  As he left, he clicked a remote that activated a
video camera he had hidden on the other side of the room.

Once he was gone, the boys checked signals with each other about what they
wanted to do.  They looked at him sprawled there, completely at their will.

Since Tommy was his guest, Pete thought he ought to be given first choice.

"What would you like to do first?"

"I liked twisting his nipples at first, but I like working on that dick of
his.  It's fun to see it kind of jump and hear him gasp."

"OK.  I thought it would be fun to sort of tickle him but not too bad.  I
like the look on his face when he gets tickled."

"Does he get tickled often?"

"Yeah, Troy does it a lot.  Piles on top of him in bed and he goes crazy."

"Does it make him pee in his bed?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Well, OK.  I'm gonna pump this pole for a while."

Josh wasn't going to give them the pleasure of hearing him laugh, but as
his brother started in, he began to really squeal.  He twisted and bucked
and thrashed, but the ropes held him tight.  Meanwhile Tommy methodically
massaged his bone, leaning in close.

"I can pinch it and see his little hole where he pees."  As he did that,
Josh complained and whined.

"It's tender.  Leave it alone."

Tommy was lost in thought.  "Look at this, Pete, if I squeeze it one way it
opens and the other way it closes.  I can do it like a mouth talking. `I am
Josh's pee hole. I like you.'  See?  You want to try it?"

"Let's see."  Pete tried it but couldn't think of anything to have it say.
Josh's breathing was getting heavy; they were getting him near the crisis
point.

"I know what, Tommy.  Let's see if we can find something to put in his pee
hole."  As he played, his fingers massaged the underside of the head.  He
liked holding on tight as he squeezed the pole.

"What stuff could we put in it?  Maybe a tooth pick?"

"Nooo!" Josh shouted.

"I still have my old b-b gun.  I could get some b-b's and drop them in the
hole."

"Great!  Let's see how many we can feed in there.  Just think, that pole
would really be full of shot."

"Aaauggh!" Josh shouted.  He was mad and he was loud.

>From downstairs Troy called "You boys be quiet up there or I'll come up
and paddle you."

"Please come up!" Josh shouted.

"Josh, is that you?  What did I just say?"

That infuriated Josh.  But before more could be said, Tommy's working on
Josh's bone produced a full splat of cum, erupting out and surprising both
boys.  When the eruption stopped, Tommy was still holding the pole, slowly
moving his hands.

"Better ask your brother what this was" Tommy said.

Pete went downstairs and brought his brother back.  Troy grinned
triumphantly.  "Nice shot, Josh.  And I see you're still hard."

Josh had fury in his eyes, but he said nothing.

"What do we do now?"

"Well, Tommy, if that thing doesn't want to go down, I guess you better
keep working on it and see if you can get another shot."

"Nooo!" Josh cried.

"That sounds like fun.  I'll just keep this up.  It still feels real
hard. Want me to show you how to make his pee thing talk?"

"Maybe another time.  Right now see if you can give him some more water."

"I won't drink it" Josh said.

Tommy brightened up.  "Well if you don't, we'll have to find something to
put in your pee hole."

Josh drank the water.  Then he asked Troy, "Why are you doing this to me?"

Leaning close, he explained: "When I got initiated into the varsity squad,
it involved a whole lot more than just getting your pants taken off and
having a guy jerk you off.  I was one of the first butt boys.  I had to go
a whole week with a butt plug up my ass.  AND I wasn't supposed to let on I
had it up there.  Now you try to walk normally with a big thing like that
rammed up there.  And when I took a shit I had to pull it out, do my dump,
clean the plug, and put it back in.  A whole week of ramming that thing up
my butt.

"Plus the times they would grab me and make me pull it out so they could
shove it back in.  I mean they wouldn't care where I was.  They would shout
`Demonstration time!' and I knew what that meant.  I'd start as quick as I
could unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, let them fall at my ankles and
then pull my shorts down.  When I pushed them to my ankles I was bent over
and they'd start ragging me about the plug.

"So I would pull it out and they'd hold their noses, and then I'd insert
it.  Some of them would claim they didn't see it, so I had to insert it
again.  I thought if I did it good enough, was a good sport about it,
they'd shorten my time, let me get rid of it sooner.  Lot of good that idea
did me though.  If anything, they thought of ways to lengthen guys' time on
the plug.

"Two separate nights they caught me going for a walk, and they paddled my
butt with the plug still up in it.  Josh, I thought I would die.  So this
is just my way of saying that if I went through hell, my brother will too.
Just be glad I don't own a butt plug."

Turning to the boys, he said "Get back to work on him.  In about half an
hour we need to start finishing this up.  The house has to look perfect
when the folks get back, and Tommy you probably need to get home before too
much longer."

Tommy looked sad.  "Well can we do this again some time?"

Josh exploded with expletives from the bed.  Troy reminded them again of
the seriousness of never telling any one.  He knew Pete would never tell.
It was too easy to get even if he did.  So afterward he told Pete to make
sure Tommy never told.

In that final half hour, Josh went through all the emotions a guy could
have.  He wanted to shoot and not to pee, but when he got close to shooting
he thought he might accidentally start peeing, so he held back.  They
worked his dick every way they could, thinking of new hand holds and
positions, all the while he was rigid and straining, stretched out tight
before them in all his glory.

His dick never went down.  It stayed hard through each shot and each
recovery, and the hands never stopped working it.  When Troy came back, he
found his brother covered in sweat and still hard as hell.

"Time's up.  Let's take him to pee and then we'll all take a turn or two
around the block to cool off.  How about that?"

They approved and Josh glowered.  The boys got his legs untied while Troy
untied his wrists and then tied them behind his back before letting him get
up.  His bone bounced all the way to the bathroom.  The head and shaft were
an angry red, as angry as Josh's temper.

They stood him before the toilet, raised the seat, and Troy held his dick.

"Let's pee, sport.  Let's see your golden stream."

Being boned so hard, Josh couldn't pee.

"Come on, Josh.  I can't stand here holding your dick forever. Concentrate.
Let that stream spurt out."

Josh felt humiliated.  But he felt even more so when Troy said he had to go
get something for their run around the block, and turned the job of holding
Josh's bone over to Tommy.  Tommy accepted the job gladly.

"Do a good job with this and I'll let you be Josh's handler."

"My handler?" Josh growled incredulously.

"That's right, `Boner Boy'" his brother grinned.

With Troy gone and Pete off by himself, Josh concentrated and strained.  If
he could only get it a little softer.  Then suddenly he said "Stop playing
with it, Tommy.  You're supposed to just hold it."

Tommy looked at him innocently but there was a gleam in his eyes.  "That's
all I'm doing". But he slightly moved his fingers again, just enough to
make Josh bone up harder.

"It won't go soft if you keep playing with it."

"Well maybe you should just try harder."  Tommy was getting a charge out of
his hold over Josh.

Finally he was able to pee.  It came in short bursts, and Tommy still tried
to move his hand, but eventually it was done.  He started to soften. Then
Tommy said "Here, let me wipe it dry."

"Nooo," Josh cried, but Tommy carefully wiped the head dry with toilet
paper.  He kept drying it until it was hard again.  Josh was literally
dancing around with Tommy holding him by the dick and wiping the head clean
when Troy came back.

"Hey you guys, it's later than I thought.  Let's untie him and save the
walk around the block for next time."

"Next time?"  Josh was outraged.

"Sure" Troy said.  "You know, twice around the block with your hands tied
like now.  The first time with Tommy leading you on a leash with a collar,
and the next time Tommy pulling you by your bone while you try to keep up.
Fun times for everybody."

"That sounds so damn gay.  And make Tommy stop."

Tommy hadn't stopped and Josh was still dancing.

"OK, Tommy.  That's enough for now."  Troy was firm.  Reluctantly Tommy
stopped.  As Troy untied Josh's hands, Tommy seized the opportunity to get
far away from Josh.  As he went out the door to go home, he called over his
shoulder, "Thanks, Josh.  I sure had fun tonight!"



Across town, Matt lay on his bed with the lights out, squeezing his young
pecker over and over.  He would go rigid, kick his heels violently against
the bed covers, and squeeze out marvelous drops of the best cum of his
life.  His day had been perfect, and he was reliving every horned moment
over and over.  Glancing toward the window, he thought of his next door
neighbor.



Jennings was more fortunate than most of the team, his parents had let him
turn the basement into a sort of gym or workout area.  He had several
weight machines, plus a stationary bicycle, some weights and a bench he
used for various exercises.  His senior year was coming up and he wanted to
be in top condition.  He wanted the rest of the team to be that way too.

Tonight he was working out with weights, sweating and wearing only gym
shorts.  He was proud of today, of how he and `his team' had gotten the new
guys.  He smiled to himself about Boner Boy.  Josh's brother had called him
a little while ago, and he was glad to fill him in on the real details.  As
he thought back on what Josh looked like being jacked off, he started to
bone up a little.  He shrugged, cleared his mind, and got back to
exercising.

Troy may have had the right idea that he should have held on to the
pictures.  He would have to talk to Matt tomorrow and see about getting
them back.  Things like that could be useful.  On the other hand, he
thought he might do well to offer Matt some sort of job with the team, like
assistant manager in charge of towels and equipment.  Matt and his camera
could be helpful in a lot of ways.  It shouldn't be hard to convince Matt
once he turned on the charm.  Jennings had discovered that when you are a
muscular jock in your teens, people are willing to do things in order to be
your friend.  For him that was what living the good life meant.

He was roused out of his reverie by a knock at the outside basement door.
Only his friends ever used that door.  Grabbing a towel to wipe some of the
sweat off, he went and opened it.

Ben Stone stood there.  His reddish blond hair was closer cut than most of
the guys, but he had come to town from the country and Jennings always
figured they wore their hair that way where he came from.

Stone was a year younger than Jennings.  He had one more year after this
one to play on the team, and Jennings was trying to help him shape up.
Stone was tough, but not heavy.  He was fast and could get the football
down the field faster than any other guy on the team.  Although Jennings
wouldn't admit it, Stone was a lot faster than even he was.

"Come on in.  What's up?"

Stone followed him over to the bench. His brown eyes looked expectantly as
he said, "My week's up today."

Jennings loved moments like this.  Someone was in his power and they were
totally dependent on him.

"And â€""

"You said you'd take it off."

"Ok let's see what we've got here."

Obediently Ben dropped his shorts.  He wasn't wearing underwear.  He never
did in the summer. He pulled off his t-shirt as well.  Wearing only
sneakers, he stood there until Jennings said "Assume the position."

He sighed and raised his hands and locked them behind his head. He spread
his legs wide.  He was wearing a cock cage.  A gleaming steel ring was
secured above his balls, and from it a device of 3 steel rings linked
together surrounded his dick.  He could pee, but there was no room for an
erection.

"Do you think you could contain yourself if I took it off?"

"Sure, Jennings.  I've been waiting for this day."

"Do you still drip?"

"Aw, man, don't make me tell you about that."

"If your dick drips all the time, it's a sure sign you can't control your
balls.  Now tell me why I put this cage on you in the first place."

Ben Stone hung his head.  `Don't make me say it again."

"Come on. That's the only way you'll get past it."

"Well...you caught me jacking off a couple of times."

"Right. But where did I catch you doing that?"

"Um...at the park."

"But where at the park."

"OK, it was in the public restroom at the back.  The old one nobody uses."

This was true.  A few weeks prior to this, Jennings had seen Stone walking
away from everybody, heading to the back.  Since the new restrooms were
near the front, he was surprised to see him go in the old one.  No one
liked to use the old one; it smelled of mold and the dank sent of urine and
sweat.  It was almost a bad locker room smell.

That was what attracted Ben Stone.  He loved sports, he loved football, he
loved being on the team...and he loved the dressing room smells.  In the
summer when school was out and there was no football practice, the smell at
the park was the nearest he could come to the experience he loved.

He would go in and stand there, remembering the team and the thrill of
football.  That excitement had always gotten to him in a big way.  During
football season it was all he could do not to bone up in the showers or
when they were dressing out.  On bus trips where they dressed before going
to the game, his jock would be soaked from sitting among his buddies
crowded together on the bus.  Being with them was the greatest feeling in
the world to him, and jacking off while he thought about it was even
better.

So in the old restroom he would get so boned up he couldn't stand it.  He
would sit on the abandoned toilet, whacking away on his bone and pulling
his nuts and straining to shoot his load.  He was shooting a load the first
time Jennings caught him, rocking back and forth on the pot, with his
shorts at his feet while he spunked a massive load.

He was ashamed and embarrassed.  Jennings picked up on this right away.

"Hey, Stone, guys on our team don't sneak off and hide to jack off.  The
team would really put it to you if they knew about that."

"I'm sorry.  I don't know what happened."

Jennings put a hand on his shoulder as Ben sat there with the cum dripping
off his fingers.  "Do you do this often?"

"Well...it's normal.  I mean a guy growing up..."

"No, Ben, it isn't.  Not for athletes.  We've gotta live clean.  Do you
think doing this kind of stuff is living clean?"

He had Ben under his spell after that.  Also he started keeping an eye on
him.  Once at a hamburger place when he saw Ben go into the bathroom, he
went in after him.  It turned out Ben was just taking a leak, but Jennings
made a point to say "Be careful, Ben.  You've got to learn control."

The following week he had caught him twice at the park.  At first he was
tempted to call the team and make Ben jerk off in front of them, but after
a little thought he came up with a better solution.  Using 2 day express,
he got the cock cage.

"So when did I put this on you?" he asked as Ben stood before him naked in
the basement.

"Seven days ago."

"Tell me about it."

"You told me to come over, it was not too long after the last time you
caught me doing it.  When I got here you told me you would put me in a cock
cage for a week, and we would see after that where we would go from there."

"Right.  Now why did I do that?  It's because you're a good athlete and
could be a great one.  But you can't stop this stuff with your dick.  If I
let you out of the cock cage too soon, Ben, I'm worried you'll go back to
your same old habits."

"You said a week" Ben pleaded.

"Right, and in that week, have you gone back to the park restroom?"  He
knew Ben had, because he followed him.

Ben tried to think of some way out, but then admitted "Yes, I went back."

"And what happened there?"

"Nothing. I mean since it was in the cage, I couldn't touch it, no matter
how much I wanted to."

"And did you leak?  Tell me the truth, Ben.  That's the only way out of
this."

"Yes.  God, I leaked and I shook, and I sat on the crapper and nearly cried
because I couldn't jack off.  I wanted it so bad I could almost taste it."

"So you see the cage is a protection."

Jennings stood up and pulled off his gym shorts.  His massive dick swung at
half way hard.  He sighed and sat down, spreading his legs wide.  "Come
here and stand between my legs.  Come find out what a real man feels like."

Stone reluctantly stepped over to him.  Jennings ran his hands over Ben's
body, and noticed the drip started again.

"You still respond too much to the touch.  What if one of our guys came up
to you in the shower and put his hand on your shoulder.  Would you bone up?
I mean he's your own teammate, Ben.  You know what guys would think about
that."

"I'm not queer.  I wouldn't ever do any of that stuff."

 "And yet standing here between my legs, you're dripping."

Held in the cock cage, the dick that had longed for release for an entire
week was slowly oozing precum.

"If I could just jerk off enough, I wouldn't have so much ooze."

"No, Ben.  It means you can't control yourself.  Now kneel down here and
let me pull you close.  Put your head down here and feel the warmth of my
body.  Learn from my warmth.  Learn control."

Ben trembled as he put his head there.  Then Jennings surprised him by
saying, "Let me feed you some of my man seed.  See if that'll help you
stop.  I've got good control.  See if putting some of me inside you will
help you any."

"Huh?"

"You want to get self control, don't you?"

Ben Stone nodded reluctantly.  "Can you take the cage off while I blow
you?"

"Can you assure me you won't try to jerk yourself while you're sucking me?"

"I promise."

"Just remember that if you do, the cock cage will definitely go back in
place for a full month."

Ben cringed at that thought.  Jennings was unlocking the cage.  It felt so
good to have it off.  It had almost driven him out of his mind, never being
able to touch his dick, never being able to get relief. Never even being
able to get it hard.

He knelt in front of Jennings, took the dick in his hand, but before he
could start, he was interrupted.

"Kiss it first. You should never forget that.  Show it how much you love
it.  This dick deserves respect."

Jennings complied.  It was almost hot to the touch.  The smell of musk was
overpowering.  He kissed it and felt it start to rise.  He was amazed at
the strength and power of it.

"Now lick along the shaft, and then nuzzle down there in my balls.  Keep
holding it while you do.  After all," Jennings kidded him, "you haven't
been able to hold a bone in your hand for a week."

Ben held the steel hard dick and lost himself in the warmth of the balls he
was licking.  For an instant he wished he could stay there forever, safe in
Jennings crotch and massive legs.

After a few minutes he began sucking.  It was so big he felt like he would
choke.  He wondered if doing this meant he would have to do it again when
Jennings wanted him to.  Yet somehow he didn't mind it.  He had never done
this before, but growing up at a lumber camp he had learned you had to do
what you had to do.

At the same time he was aware that his own dick hadn't hardened.  It was
dripping, but maybe having been caged for seven days, it would need some
help getting hard.  He wanted to touch it so bad he could hardly stand it.

He paused in sucking and asked "Hey I can't get my dick hard. Can I touch
it just for a second?"

Without saying anything, Jennings reached for the cage and held it up.

"Never mind, that's OK.  I'll just keep sucking."

When the full load blasted into Ben's mouth, it almost knocked him
backward.  Jennings held his head so he had to swallow the whole thing,
which ended up coming out of his nose as well as pouring down his chin,
while his eyes watered and he gasp for breath.  He had never had an
experience like that.  It left him shaken as well as sexually high.

But his dick remained soft.  He waited for Jennings to regain his
composure.  When he finally did, Ben asked about the cock cage.

"One more day.  Just for good luck.  Be here at ten tomorrow morning, and
I'll have a solution for you.  Be sure to clean your ass really good before
you come.  I've got something in mind that I think will be great."

"Will I think it's great?"

"We'll see.  But I know another guy I think is going to love this."

Ben didn't like the gleam in Jennings' eye.  He failed to notice that after
Jennings spoke, he had glanced toward a basement window.  Ben didn't know
it, but that was the direction of Matt's house.

He sighed as the cage was reattached.  He wondered if he'd ever get relief.
Little did he know.


                              End of Chapter Two.

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