OPEN QUESTION.

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In chapter 3 Brendan had a great adventure at the Grampians mountain range.
He also became a sex god and met a tree.
Unfortunately, after his birthday he succumbed again to the wiles of Martin.

Open Question Chapter 4.

Over the next weeks there were a number of major upheavals in Brendan's life, none of which he liked.
First of all Robin left.
She'd mentioned the possibility a number of times but no one took any notice because she was always coming up with new plans for her life. She'd applied everywhere for an apprenticeship as a legal secretary, and when a surprise offer came in from Perth she was freaked.
Totally excited.
The training, and the job that went with it, started in three weeks time and she had forty-eight hours to accept or reject the offer. Everyone waved her off on the three thousand kilometre drive.
Two weeks after that Martin took over the rooms Robin had left empty. He'd always had clashes with his folks and Phillip had given him the downstairs key so he didn't have to wander the streets, but this time it was major and they kicked him out. Phillip and Mike went to see them but it didn't help.
Brendan was really put out.
It meant Martin was there all the time. Not quite, because he had casual work at the supermarket, but that wasn't regular hours.
Next thing that happened was Martin quit school. Phillip couldn't believe it and tried to get him to go to an alternative school, but he just wasn't interested. Martin said he wanted to get a proper job, so Phillip took him to the employment agency, but then he never bothered to fill in any of the forms or turn up to meetings or interviews.

***

Good, for once Martin wasn't round. He must be doing his supermarket job. There might be an hour before he came in.
Brendan started at DD and, as usual, cursed his party day with Martin. The directory had changed and become a lot more personal since that time after the phone-full of nude and rude photos had all been transferred to the computer. The bathers picture with the fake balls had been replaced first, with Brendan's real picture with his real erection, and then Martin kept photoshopping that.
Nothing much had changed for a while though. The novelty of getting Brendan to say whether his balls were full or empty had worn off too. Brendan clicked on his erection, that hadn't changed, and then stared.
There was a picture of two guys, one sucking the others cock, except it was Brendan's head on the guy being sucked.
Quickly he went through the folder, a dozen pictures, all pairs like the first, with Brendan's head replacing the original guy's, and another guy sucking or swallowing. God, how freaky it looked.

"What you reckon?"

Brendan jumped in his chair.

"Sheba Martin. ...Hi."

Martin laughed, pleased at catching Brendan by surprise.

"Yo Brendan, how's BB hanging?"

"Empty."

"Yeah? You been working them much lately?"

"Probably not as much as you."

"That's for sure."

Martin had been complaining ever since Robin left that the only sex he was getting was from his own hand.

"So what do you reckon?"

He was referring to the screen.

"Looks weird."

"You've never sucked a cock have you?"

Strange question. Martin knew very well that he hadn't.

"Of course not."

"When are you going to learn?"

Brendan just looked at him.

"You have to learn some time."

"No way."

"Of course you do. You're gay."

He said it with complete conviction, as if it was the definition of being gay.

"I've had stacks of blow jobs. I can teach you how to do it properly."

Brendan shook his head strongly.

"I'm not interested in that Martin."

"Hey, what if Phillip finds out you're gay?"

Brendan took a couple of seconds to understand he was being threatened with disclosure if he didn't give Martin a blow job. He jumped from the chair, grabbed Martin's shoulders and gave them a shake.

"That's not a good idea."

Brendan had just made the big mistake of showing how important it was to him for Phillip not to find out. Martin pulled away and watched in case Brendan tried anything else. Now he had a smirk.

"A blow-job's no big deal. Isn't it worth it to keep in his good books?"

Brendan hesitated, frantically trying to think what to do. Trying to deny the feelings he'd just shown so clearly was pointless. Martin had won and he kept up the pressure.

"How'd it be if he didn't take you on all those hikes and stuff. Come on."

He walked off then stopped.

"Imagine what he'll think. ...Will I tell him tomorrow?"

Brendan, his anger quashed by the bleak choices, shook his head and followed almost docilely. Not far, through one doorway then into Martin's bedroom. Martin rolled a joint, lit it and stuck it in Brendan's mouth.

"Big draw... Another one.."

He sucked on the joint himself and told Brendan to take a third draw. When the joint was finished he dropped his jeans and jocks and stepped out of them then stood in front of Brendan.

"Just put it straight in your mouth to get used to it."

Brendan had to kneel. It felt gross and kind of stupid with this soft tube of flesh in his mouth.

"Mmm, you have to suck."

In his mind Brendan had the idea that it would all be over in a few minutes, but Martin made it go on for ages, acting like he was doing Brendan a big favor by teaching him all different things. It ended abruptly and then Martin lost interest in everything, lying on the bed with his eyes closed. Brendan got out as quickly as he could.

***

The next night Phillip was at the farm for tea and he helped Lucas with a philosophy assignment and on Saturday and Sunday Brendan stayed in the city at Mike's house and worked at helping to strengthen the foundations, so he didn't see Martin till Monday. He didn't want to, but Martin's text message said he had to come round in the afternoon.

"I've worked it out. You fancy Phillip."

Brendan stared and tried to gather his wits. He did have ideas, but they were like daydreams, wondering what it would be like.

"You've lost it Martin. That's crazy."

"No it's not. You chase after him all the time and you're all over him. It's worth another blow job. Come on."

***

"What's happened Brendan? I haven't noticed you using the computer."

"No, Martin's down there all the time and he takes over."

"As if that would stop you?"

The questioning tone meant Brendan had to say more.

"He annoys me. He's not very friendly since Robin left."

"You're right about the computer. I checked the usage at the provider's website and it's phenomenal. He often has it running all night. Well, I won't say anything in case he takes it out on you ... and I've got a better solution."

It was way better. Another user account, except this time upstairs on Phillip's computer, and that meant broadband instead of dial-up.

***

Tap tap. Tap tap. Brendan looked to the window. Bummer. Through a gap at the bottom, where the blind hadn't been pulled right down, Martin was peering in.

"Open the door."

Reluctantly Brendan opened up.

"What?"

"Where's Phillip?"

"He's got parent-teacher interviews."

"How come you're using his computer?"

"He lets me."

Martin didn't like that.

"Let me have a look."

"What for? It's just my music and ordinary stuff."

"So I can try broadband instead of that crappy dial-up. ...Or we can go downstairs for a blow job."

Brendan suspected he'd have to do the blow job anyway, from Martin's attitude.
For almost an hour Martin downloaded porn, very rude video clips from websites that he knew by heart, then he took a DVD and started burning all the files.

"You can't just help yourself to Phillip's DVDs."

"Why not? He won't miss it. Let's have some coffee and toast."

They went into the kitchen where Brendan made the toast. Martin thought he was the best coffee maker in the world, so that was his job. He actually was very good.

"What's his password?"

"Phillip's? How would I know? He keeps his accounts and everything on there."

"I wonder what programs he's got?"

File manager started up and the directories on the hard drive listed down the screen.

"There's not many games."

Martin clicked rapidly through different directories then changed to a different drive.

"Holy shit!"

Brendan was startled by the exclamation and startled even more by the screen. There was a folder full of icons showing nude guys.

"These aren't yours."

It was a statement, not a question. The question was in the look Martin was giving him. Brendan tried to make sense of it and suddenly he understood.

"You put them there didn't you Martin?"

"Me?"

The surprise he registered didn't match with Brendan's idea that it must be one of Martin's devious games.

"It's a trick. That's why you were spying on me."

"God! He's gay!"

Martin moved the slider and more nudes and a series of guys in bathers intermixed with pictures of cameras came into view.

"How could I put them there. Look, they're in his Temporary Internet files. He hasn't cleaned them out. Holy shit. I can't believe it."

Martin scrolled through more of the files then looked at the time.

"We'd better get downstairs."

Brendan didn't want to but there was no choice.

"Unbelievable. He doesn't act like he's gay. Has he ever come on to you?"

"Don't be crazy."

"It's weird. Both of you."

He dropped his jeans and lay back on the bed.

***

On Friday evening two weeks later Brendan was sitting by the big log fire while Phillip talked and argued with Lucas about his new philosophy assignment. After school Brendan had chopped wood for an hour, he'd been doing that lot lately, then gone for a walk round the farm. One of the cows had followed him, probably expecting food.
Silly thing, it made him smile though, when its great long tongue rasped his fingers and tugged at the hay he was holding.
The evening meal was practically on the table when Phillip arrived. Lucas had held the fort during the meal with a description of a unit he was starting about American Indians and now Brendan was watching sparks swirl upwards and disappear, using the poker occasionally to send more sparks flying. This was the first fire for the year and he'd lit it because he felt like it, not because it was cold.

"How was school Brendan?"

"Same as usual."

"Done your homework?"

"Um... No."

He was planning on doing that tomorrow morning so he'd have the rest of the weekend free.

"Read your set novel?"

"No."

"Want to go on a hike?"

"No. ...What? Yes."

"So, we get a positive. That's better."

"Where to?"

"Well there's a mountain lake and a wild river with waterfalls and gorges. I thought you and Lucas might like to come on the long weekend."

The long weekend was the one after this.

"Not fair. I can't go. Lisa's got a big family gathering."

Lisa was Lucas's girlfriend. Secretly Brendan was pleased that it would be just him and Phillip. The maps came out and the plans made.

"Well, it will be great to get into the mountains after the week I've just had."

That grabbed attention.

"I had a talk with Martin on Wednesday and it didn't go over well, so last night I helped him move out."

Brendan couldn't believe it. It was great news for a moment but then he thought about it. It could be bad.

"What happened ?"

"I made a bad judgement Lucas."

"He's a user. I've always thought that."

"Yes, I know, but users can need help as much as anyone else.
It's reached the stage where I can't trust him. He's been stealing small things for a while, but last week one of my good camera lenses disappeared and it turned out to be him, and if I can't get through to him there's no reason for him to stay. I just can't trust him. There's a whole list of things like smoking inside when the house is made of wood, not paying for his phone calls or helping round the place, but it's mainly the trust thing."

"Did he try to stay?"

"No, he knew it was his own fault. I think he's interested in staying with that mate of his."

If it was Brian that would make sense. Brian had stacks of money and Martin had been getting round with him lately.

"Mike brought his trailer round last night and we carried all his things in one trip. It's a big house about a kilometre out of town."

That was definitely Brian.

"Are you certain about the camera lens Phillip? I think that's terrible."

"Completely certain Dawn. I had a record of the serial number and when it turned up at one of the pawnbrokers I went to see them. He used a fake ID card but when I showed them a photo they remembered him. Camera lenses like that particular one aren't a common item to pawn."

"Did he admit stealing it?"

"I didn't say anything. There was enough tension without adding that in."

When Phillip was leaving Brendan said he'd come round on Sunday to help clean up the flat and then he stayed awake for ages, worrying.

***

The next night a text message came.

"End of your lane -- eight o'clock. Be there."

Eight o'clock was only thirty minutes away and it was a ten minute walk. Was there a choice about going? Not in Brendan's mind. Martin's hold was too strong and the discovery on Phillip's computer had extended it enormously. He'd made that quite clear on the two occasions they'd met since. Nerves of apprehension fluttered in his stomach as a dazzle of headlights approached, slowed and stopped on the roadside.

"Yo Brendan."

"Hi."

"Ready to party? Climb in."

The back door opened and when he climbed in the engine gunnned and the wheels spun gravel. Next to Brendan was a guy who'd been a year ahead at primary school and Brian was in the driver's seat turning the car back to the town.

"How's DD hanging?"

Not in front of these guys.

"Low."

The guy next to him, named Ben, gave the next shock.

"How's BB hanging?"

Brendan hesitated but Martin turned and gave him a dirty look.

"Um... Full."

"Shit. You said it. Good one Brendan. Here, chug this."

He popped a can of beer and passed it over. Brendan took a couple of mouthfuls.

"Is that the best you can do? Chug it."

As the car reached the outskirts of the town Brian gave a quick look over his shoulder.

"How are the Bull Balls hanging Brendan?"

Martin had the warning look.

"Um.. Full."

"Give him another can Ben."

The car drove into the town park and pulled up next to the oval. They all got out and Brendan sensed their excitement as they opened the boot. Brian took out two long, fat tubes of strong cardboard.

"Got your lighter Martin?"

Brendan didn't figure what they were doing till they moved a few metres onto the oval, and in the light of a small torch, twisted the covering section from the top of one of the tubes. It was a skyrocket. Brendan had never seen one so big.

"Get the other one ready. We can't hang round."

Ben held the tube as an upright support and in the light of Brian's torch Martin went to light the fuse.

"Not yet, not yet. Ben hasn't got the gloves."

That was fixed and with a great whoosh, the rocket soared and soared with a bright green tail, then exploded into hundreds of red lights which drifted slowly earthwards. The second rocket followed, this time with a long blue tail. It climbed even higher, then with a loud bang transformed to a purple starburst. The whole town must have heard and seen it. They all ran, adrenaline pumping, dived in the car and raced, laughing and yelling, to get away.
It was illegal to own fireworks, let alone set them off in the middle of the town.
The car slowed then cruised out the other side of town to the big house.
Music was turned on, cans of beer opened, and for the next quarter hour the only talk was about the rockets. Evidently they'd been kept back from a professional display at the big food processing plant Brian's father owned. He'd given them to Brian, who was meant to set them off in a paddock at the back of the house. The town park was a more exciting location.
Martin lit a couple of joints and they were passed round.

"How are those balls hanging Brendan?"

" ...Full."

Ben nodded and put the joint to Brendan lips. Martin put on a show with his electric guitar next, playing for about a quarter of an hour, then spending some time showing Brian a sequence of chords.
Brian and Ben went out somewhere.

"Enjoying the party Brendan?"

"Get real."

"Yeah, well think what will happen when it gets round the town that Phillip's doing you."

"That's not true."

"Who cares? Do what we say or Phillip's cactus. Got me?"

They stared at each other for a moment, then Brendan looked away. Brian and Ben came back, Ben with four glasses on a tray.

"What you want Martin? Orange, dry ginger, or lime?"

"Orange."

Brian wanted the other orange and Ben claimed the dry ginger. Brian topped up all the glasses from a vodka bottle he was carrying then stirred them all with a swizzle stick.

"Here's to our next firework show. Ben."

Ben took the dry ginger and scoffed his glass.

"Martin."

Martin scoffed.

Brian followed then looked at Brendan.

"How's that Donkey Dong hanging?"

"Low."

With a nod of approval he passed over the last glass and Brendan followed the ritual. When he finished they were all looking at him? Something was going to happen?

"How do we know it's a Donkey Dong Martin?"

"Let's check it out. ...Get your gear off Brendan."

The nightmare started, and reluctantly following Martin's demands Brendan unzipped his jeans.
It wasn't enough. They weren't satisfied till every article of clothing was removed.

"Shit. You're right. It's a real snake."

"How's it hanging?"

Stupid question.

"Low."

That produced another drink of dry ginger with a lot of vodka, and while Brendan chugged it the crude comments flowed. Ben started a track on the sound system and danced round till it finished. Martin chose a track and did one of his show-off routines.

"Party, Brendan."

A fast track was put on and Brendan had to have a go. He was a natural at dancing, with great rhythm, and usually, lots of energy. His energy was subdued right now but his moves were good and when the track finished they put another on and made him continue. Part way through Brendan started getting an erection. It was a bad moment, and then it wouldn't stop. By the time the track finished he was semi-erect.

"Here it comes."

They gathered round and the comments flowed again while Brendan's penis lifted higher and higher. Ben was the crudest, carrying on about Brendan's knob and his Bull Balls.

"How's it hanging Brendan?"

"High."

It was as high and hard as the Viagra pill they'd dissolved in the lime and vodka drink could make it.
It stayed hard when he had to demonstrate his Irish dance.
It stayed hard when he demonstrated the cock band Martin had kept.
It stayed hard when Ben groped his balls.
It stayed hard when Ben squeezed his knob.
It stayed hard when he had to play with it in time to the music, and it stayed hard when, dizzy and disoriented from the supply of alcohol and marijuana and hardly aware of what he was doing, he put on the extra rocket show they'd kept talking about and masturbated himself with the Easy-Slide cream.
All the alcohol he'd been given rescued Brendan from the rest of the evening's agenda, and the last thing he remembered was drinking a straight shot of vodka as a reward for the show.

END OF CHAPTER 4.

I hope you've gained some enjoyment from this story.
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