Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2024 22:10:42 -0400 From: Brendan BM Subject: Big Kyle's Awakenings - Chapter 11 - Oliver 3 INTRO If you're reading this, you know Nifty is great so help support it: https://donate.nifty.org/ Everything in this series is fiction. It never happened except in my imagination. I do not condone anything illegal. Feedback and suggestions are welcome. brendan.ian.b.m @ gmail.com -brendan *** END OF CHAPTER 10 I looked up and saw my buddy in the doorway watching us with an astonished look on his face. "Hey Tanner," i said. From his knees, Oliver turned around and saw him. His face turned redder than a cherry. Tanner smiled and rubbed the front of his own shorts ** CHAPTER 11 I looked at Oliver. "Now you are going to do whatever Tanner says." Ollie stood up and shook his head. "No way, man. You were one thing but not other people." I smiled. "Like you have a choice. Do it or I'll tell our parents and the police." He laughed. "Who do you think they are going to believe? I'm valedictorian of my class, in all the clubs. Adults love me. They aren't going to believe a scumbag skater." His snottiness was hilarious given that he was clad in nothing more than a pair of cartoon undies and with my jizz smeared on my face. "They may not believe me but they will believe that," I said pointing to my bookshelf which had the camera. "For such a smart guy, you really are a dumb fuck." I slapped him in the face. "And that shit's already in the cloud, so don't think you can do anything about it. It's all there. You smelling my underwear. You sucking on my cum rag. You begging to suck my cock. And you blowing me. So unless you want to be a sex offender for the rest of your pathetic life, you'll do whatever the fuck we both say. Got it?" His face had gone white. I could see the wheels of his brain turning but he had nothing. He knew he was screwed. Metaphorically now. And he probably guessed literally later. I slapped him in the face again. "Answer me, bitch. Do you understand?" "Yes," he peeped. Tanner slapped him. "Sir. you will address us as sir. Or if you want, master. Got it?" "Yes sir," he whispered. We both smiled. "So what do you want to do?" I asked. "First, pull your shorts up," Tanner said. Oliver looked relieved He left the room for a minute and came back with a bottle of water, which he told Oliver to drink. "Where's the duct tape?" he asked. I got a roll from my desk drawer. "Give me your hands," Tanner said. Ollie gulped. Any relief he had earlier disappeared. "C'mon man." Tanner slapped his ass hard. "How did I tell you to address us?" "Sir, please don't do this." "Give him your fucking hands, now," I barked. Oliver obliged. Tanner taped his hands together in front of his body. "Now sit down." Tanner got on his knees and taped Oliver's feet together. "Let's go to the den and play Fortnite," Tanner said to me. I looked confused but he left the room. I looked at Oliver lying on the ground in his cartoon briefs tied up. "Maybe he's more of a bastard than I thought," I said to him and left. We played Xbox for a while." I asked Tanner what he was going to do with Oliver and he just laughed. "You'll see." About 45 minutes in, we heard yelling from my room. We went in to see what was going on. "Please sir, I have to pee," he whined. Tanner smiled and stepped on his bare chest. "Go ahead, but I'm not releasing you yet." "Sir please..." he begged. Tanner kicked him in the gut. "You've bullied me for years. You stole my lunch money. You called me bedwetter in front of my friends even though I'd stopped. You threw my backpack in the trash. You gave me wedgies. You shoved my head in a toilet that one time. You tortured me every way you could." "But..." Tanner stuck his socked foot on Oliver's mouth. "Shut up, bitch." Oliver gagged. "Do you remember the time when you pantsed me - shorts AND underwear - on the playground. Then you pointed to my guy and called me a baby dick? I was fucking 10 asshole. Of course it was little. Or that time when I was getting changed after swimming in gym and you shoved my dirty underwear in my mouth, then when you finally let me take it out, you shoved my dirty socks in?" I looked down and Tanner was digging his toes into Oliver's mouth causing him to gag. "Do you remember?" Oliver mumbled something and Tanner raised his foot. "I'm sorry, sir," Oliver sniveled. "Yeah, I bet you are. Well payback's gonna be a bitch." "Do you want me to tape his mouth?" I offered. Tanner shook his head. "I want to hear him squeal." With that, he left the room and we resumed Fortnite in the living room. About 20 minutes later, we heard non-stop begging from the bedroom. While Tanner was playing the game, I called up the video on my phone. I saw Oliver writhing in agony, trying desperately not to piss himself like a little boy. He started wiggling even more and I noticed a small wet spot forming on his grey cotton shorts. "Shit, bro. Check this out." I showed Tanner the phone. We gazed in amazement as the small wet spot quickly expanded to cover the front of his shorts while he wiggled around like he was being beaten or something. Defeated, Oliver finally stopped moving. "Let's order a pizza, man," Tanner said. "Large meatlovers," I told the guy on the other end of the phone. "45 minutes," he replied. I checked my phone again and burst out laughing. Tanner grabbed it and did the same. Ollie was now lying on his stomach humping the wet spot on the carpet. Tanner got up and I followed him. "You really are a fucking pervert," Tanner said. Oliver stopped and rolled on to his back, a small pole visible on the front. "And a baby too," he added. "Did you enjoy humping your pissy shorts?" I taunted. Tanner laughed. Oliver was silent. "Let's see what he has in his bag," I suggested. I went back into the living room, grabbed Oliver's backpack and brought it into the bedroom. As I unzipped the pack, he said, "No please..." Tanner kicked him in the balls. "Get it fucking right." "Sorry sir," he said through moans of pain. The first few things I pulled out were ordinary: some socks, a pair of jeans, a couple of tshirts, a pair of orange boxer briefs and a pair of green plaid pajama bottoms. Then at the bottom, I pulled out two pairs of little kid undies - one with Pokemon and one with race cars. Then a pair of plastic pants. Then two adult diapers. Then a teddy bear in a New York Rangers jersey. Tanner and I both laughed hysterically. Oliver's face was beet red. "Kyle, uncut his feet," Tanner told me, "but not his hands. We know he's not going anywhere with all the evidence we have." Oliver gulped. I did as I was told. Tanner sat on my bed. "Now lie over my knee." Oliver hesitated. "Sir?" (to be continued)