Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2023 09:40:00 +0700 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Shipperton Rules Part Thirteen (Young Friends) It was Friday. There was no "Thank Fuck it's Friday" feeling for Nick. More like "Time to get fucked It's Friday "Nick thought bitterly. He'd been dreading Friday all week. It was like a perfect storm really. Paul was on his list. His Dad was going away for the weekend so while that meant he got to spend it at the Shipperton's with Ken, it did mean that he'd have to deal with Paul on his own. Ken had popped back with him to his house after school where he fucked Nick as usual and then headed off home. He'd offered to stay and seemed disappointed when Nick said it was fine to wait at home and he'd see him when he was done. Nick didn't want to be fucked by Paul but he knew it was coming. He just didn't want Ken there while it happened. So as he watched Ken disappear up the road Nick waited anxiously. He hoped he'd been loosened up enough by Ken fucking him but he had no idea really.. Paul was significantly bigger soft than any of the other dicks he'd dealt with and he was concerned that hard there would be an even greater difference. He had no idea how he could even prepare for something like that. However this was his life now and he just has to get on with it. So little more than half an hour after Ken had left, there was a ring on the doorbell and Nick went downstairs to face his doom. "Ah hello Nicholas, or should I say hello my bitch?" "Nick is my name, nothing else, Paul. I guess we both know why you're here, come in and let's get this over with," Nick replied making his lack of enthusiasm clear. "Oooh I love it when they pretend not to want it. You can be as grumpy and unenthusiastic as you like but we both know this all ends with you begging for me to fuck you again and again and again you slutty bitch!" "Actually it ends with you fucking me then getting the fuck out of here. And if you even think of being an arsehole and breaking any rules I'll make sure the council and the committee come down on you like a ton of bricks!" Nick was angry and knew he should keep his cool. It was just impossible to when Paul was being a fucking dickhead. They hadn't even made it upstairs to Nick's bedroom before the insults were starting. This was already going worse than Nick had expected. "Don't you worry Nicholas! No rules will be broken. The only breaking that will be done is me breaking in your arsehole with a proper sized man dick. Not like the little puny pin dicks you've had so far. Don''t you worry, you'll feel every...single...inch. I'll stretch you so wide your gay little boyfriend could get his fist up there! Now let's go and have some fun in your room!" Every step Nick took up his staircase felt like one step closer to his execution. Paul watched him walking in front of him and grinned to himself. Christian had asked him to make it as humiliating as possible - within the rules - and Paul thought he'd made a good start. He still had a few more cards to play that he suspected Nick wasn't aware of. He didn't really know why Christian hated Nick so much and wanted him to suffer. Paul didn't care really, he didn't really have many friends and he just wanted to keep his best friend happy. If Christian was on your side then he could be the nicest person in the world but Paul knew that to get on his wrong side like Nick had, well then there would be hell to pay. Nick opened his bedroom door, and started to strip off. What was the point of delaying things? He wanted this over with, then he could head over to Ken's for the rest of the weekend. He turned round naked to see Paul still fully clothed. "Is that it?! You look like you're 9, not 13!" Paul said with a sneer before he pulled off his trousers and his shirt and socks standing there in just his pants. "take my boxers off for me." "No, that's not in the rules!" Nick replied firmly. "Are you sure? Well I'll certainly note down you refused to do something I asked, I wonder how that will go down?' Nick was losing his temper again, "Fuck. Off. The rules say i have to let you fuck me, no more no less. So I'm going to lie on the bed and you're going to do it and then you're going to fuck off out of here." "Actually Nicholas, I believe I get to choose the position. Get on all fours like a bitch of a dog you are!" Nick was about to protest but then realised Paul might be right. He got on the floor before realising he hadn't got the lube. "Why are you getting off the floor?" Paul asked Nick as he went over to his bedside drawer. "I need lube! For you and me, otherwise you won't be able to fuck me." Paul smirked at Nick, "Oh sorry, didn't I say? I'm allergic to silicone based lubricants. You'll have to get me wet with your mouth and just hope it's wet enough so it doesn't hurt you. Too much." Nick was in general a gentle sensitive boy, loyal and not prone to manipulating anyone. Despite being bullied incessantly by Christian he still thought the best of people. He wanted to believe everyone was intrinsically nice. His Dad however was a realist and knew Paul might be trouble. So he'd taken a few precautions. "It's fine Paul, my Dad said some boys were allergic to silicone lubes so he also got some water based ones. That will be fine for you." 1-0 to Nick he thought although he felt like it was probably a pyrrhic victory. All he'd managed to achieve was that Paul was going to use lube, it didn't mean he wasn't going to fuck him. Nick lubed himself up much more liberally than normal and passed some to Paul who used the bare minimum. Then he got on all fours and felt Paul straight away pushing his hard dick up against his hole. "I'm not allowed to be rough, Nicholas but I don't have to be gentle. So I warn you now, the other boys might ease themselves in gently, little by little. In a moment I'm going to push all the way in without stopping and then pound you as hard as I can. So get ready....in three....two.....one...!" "FUCK!!!!" Nick screamed aloud as Paul thrust all the way inside him as promised and didn't wait for him to get used to it before he started properly fucking him. The pain was immense and tears rolled down Nick's cheeks. He hadn't wanted to cry but he had no choice. It was the single most painful physical thing that ever happened to him. It felt like he was being assaulted from the inside. When he'd had sex with Ken that first time there was pain but it quickly left. Here the pain remained and it was torture. Paul shifted positions and used his body weight to press Nick onto the floor, so his face was brushing up against the carpet. Nick couldn't focus on anything aside from that it really fucking hurt and he wanted to be over. He didn't know how long the fucking took. It could have been minutes, hours, days. It was torture and it was only when he felt Paul thrust extra deep and almost roar in triumph that he knew he was done. He felt all of Paul's body weight on top of him and he felt a few more thrusts before he felt Paul's softening dick slip out of him to his immense relief. Paul stayed on top of him though and Nick had definitely had enough. "Can you get the fuck off me now!" "Not yet...wait...here we go!" Paul said as Nick felt the soft dick inside his arse cheeks start to harden again. Nick started to struggle, "NO! Stop! You've already had your fuck!" he protested as he felt the now fully hard dick pressing right up against his hole. "How many fucks have you had today including the one I just gave you?" "Two!" Nick spat back. "What's the daily maximum allowed?" "Three but it doesn't work like that!" Nick protested. "You can only use me once!" "Read the rules again Nicholas. I can use you as many times as I like until you've had your maximum of three. And that's...what...I'm going to..do...now!" Nick felt himself penetrated and the pain was back. He just lay there, tears rolling down his cheeks again as Paul pounded away at him. This was so much worse than he expected. Paul clearly took great pleasure in making him suffer and one thing Nick knew was happening was that he was definitely suffering. This second time seemed to take even longer but eventually with a final thrust Paul was done. Nick was feeling very sore even when Paul pulled out of him and with the final humiliation wiped his sticky dripping dick on Nick's back. "Well that was fun Nicholas. So to business, I've heard some of the boys won't use you, their loss. But that frees up some extra fucks doesn't it?!. Maybe 8? When you haven't used your three for the day I want you to tell me." "No fucking way!" Nick said angrily. "It's the rules Nick! Yes Ken might get to go first but you have to leave slots open. If the other boys say they don't want to use them then that means I can. " "No it doesn't! I only have to service a boy once during the week!" "Check the rules fuckface, or even better check with Mr Shipperton. I think you'll find I'm right. If you won't tell me then I'll just pop round every day to check how available your tight arse is! Although a few more weeks of me fucking you and I suspect it will be a lot lot looser! So I'll offer you a deal. Rather than me fucking you at least eight times a week I'll just do it twice on one condition." "What's that?" Nick asked suspiciously as he watched Paul get quickly dressed "On top of my weekly fuck you you give me two blowjobs and give Christian two and let him fuck you twice a week as well - outside of the three maximum. An unofficial deal if you like." "What!? No fucking way!" "Fine, I'll no doubt see you over the weekend then, or Monday if not. You can't say I haven't been fair and offered you a deal. Your loss fuckface!" Paul said before he headed off leaving Nick standing there in his bedroom still naked. Nick felt dirty, he felt used and abused. He needed to try and shower Paul off him. He turned the shower up as hot as it would go and scrubbed himself with his shower gel, staying under the water until his skin started to wrinkle but he still didn't feel properly clean. He dried off, packed his weekend bag and limped over to Ken's house. He was still in pain, his arse felt incredibly sore and it was not a pleasant experience. He rang the doorbell and was relieved to see Ken answered rather than one of his parents. "How did it go with Paul?" Ken asked. Nick found he couldn't hold back anymore, he fell forward wrapping his arms around Ken and he burst into tears.