Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2023 09:41:00 +0700 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Shipperton Rules Part Fifteen (Young Friends) "So now we're alone, what the fuck is going with Harry and Toby using you?!" Ken asked Nick later that evening as they lay in his big double bed together. Jeremy and Michele had long gone to bed and the boys were up late talking. "So...I wanted to tell you but if....if I'm...being honest I'm embarrassed Ken. It's humiliating. You don't know what it's like, treated like someone's fuck toy. It's messing with my head, I don't know what's going on. I don't know what I'm doing and I've done things this week I didn't need to and that's confused me too." "Start at the beginning! So Harry, he just strolled up to your house on Sunday and said he wanted to fuck you? That fucking twat, he's supposed to be a friend!" Nick hadn't wanted to tell Ken the truth but he also knew there wasn't any point hiding it. If Ken thought less of him then fair enough. Nick was starting to think less of himself as well. "It's um,...it's a little bit more complicated than that. So Harry turned up with Leo and I thought they were just being friendly and checking up on me. Then they cut to the chase, if I agreed to a threesome once every four weeks where one of them fucks me while I suck the other one off then Harry won't fuck me outside of that even if he'll pretend to use his slots." "What the actual fuck?!? And you agreed to this?!" Nick could tell Ken was shocked and sounded annoyed with him so he decided to lay some cold hard truths. "Like I had a fucking choice? I negotiated from an initial offer of every two weeks. I didn't want to do it but it's a numbers game for me now. It might be all well and good for you getting to fuck me once or twice a day but I'm facing being fucked thousands of times! So an offer of just one fuck and one blowjob at the same time once every four weeks? So thirteen over the year? Well that sounds pretty good compared to the alternative - one fuck from Harry every week, fifty two fucks over the year. My arse is so fucking sore all the time after all this fucking! Any respite it can get I need, although clearly that isn't going to be the case now." Ken felt bad that he'd let his annoyance show, "Look I'm sorry if I came across as a bit of a dick...it's just.....I don't like other boys using you." "Oh so you think it should only be you? You think I want to be fucked by other boys? By you? I thought I'd be safe with Toby but oh no I had to be fucked by him as well. Everyone wants a piece of me.. Then I felt so guilty about Arun clearly wanting to fuck me but not doing so out of respect for our friendship that I sucked his dick when I didn't need to. My life is falling apart and I'm fucked...literally! Now I'm going to have to be fucked twenty one times a week. Over a thousand times a year. It fucking sucks and not in a good way. I'm not a piece of meat to be passed around to other boys nor am I one to be kept to yourself. I hate all of this and it's killing me. I'm off to sleep." Nick was angry and hurt by what Ken had said. He knew he was overreacting slightly. That it wasn't really Ken's fault but he was angry. Angry at the world, angry at his situation and angry at the fucking shitty Shipperton rules. Ken felt terrible and wanted to comfort his friend, however he decided to let him have some space. He lay thinking as Nick started gently snoring, Ken knew he had some decisions to make and the time was fast approaching where he would have to make a choice. The truths he had been ignoring were coming to the forefront of his mind and he couldn't put it all off much longer. Eventually he too fell asleep, two boys side by side, both conflicted and confused and both hoping tomorrow will be better. Nick woke late to an empty bed and an empty room. He got up and went and used the toilet, before showering. When to shower was something he was struggling with. Before sex would mean he was clean for it but if he didn't do it after sex then he felt sweaty and sticky and was convinced people could smell sex on him. So he'd started to have multiple showers a day which was fine for now in the still warm September weather but wasn't an appealing thought in the midst of a cold British winter. He wrapped a towel around himself and walked back into the bedroom to see Ken had returned. "Do you want breakfast?" Ken asked nervously, still remembering how annoyed Nick was when he went to bed. "Yeah but I guess we should get the fucking out the way first. Then I can shower again and enjoy my breakfast without having to think what else is about to go inside me." Ken could see Nick looked grumpy as he clearly unenthusiastically pulled his towel off and got on Ken's bed all the while watching Ken get undressed. Ken didn't know what to say. He never expected their relationship to change so quickly, from best friends to now this uncomfortable situation where sex was intruding. Could they remain friends given the change in power dynamic. Would it help if Ken was more honest with Nick about how he thought he might be feeling or would that just make things worse? "I wish you enjoyed it," he said simply to Nick as he went to get the lube from his bedside table. Nick sighed, "Me too. It's not that it's awful with you, it's actually....quite nice. You're gentle most of the time and you get me off too. But...even if it felt like the best thing in the world it's still something I'm forced to do. It's not my choice to let you fuck me, it's something I'm being made to do." "I know and I hate that, I guess....I dunno...I sort of hoped it might bring us closer together but it feels like it's driving us apart." Nick shook his head, "No offence but how on earth did you think me having to let you fuck me every day would bring us closer together!?!?" Ken realised how stupid that sounded but only if Nick didn't realise everything else that was going on inside his head. Maybe the truth, or at least part of it might help, surely it couldn't make things worse at this stage. He crossed his fingers and took a deep breath,"Well....the thing is....I think I might want to be more than just friends...with you. And I thought that having..you know...sex...might bring us closer together and you might want that too?" Nick felt his heart leap slightly as he heard those words but looking over at his naked friend brought it all back down to earth. Ken might think he felt that way but there he was standing naked, his dick already hard, lube in his hand ready to fuck Nick whether he liked it or not. "Even I wanted what you do, wanted to be more than friends, everything is controlled by these stupid fucking rules! What sort of relationship could we have where I have to let you and countless other boys fuck me whenever they like?" Nick wasn't really sure what he wanted at this stage apart from a day when his arse wasn't sore from being fucked. "I know! I don't want to share you with anyone else!" Ken protested but this only riled up Nick more. "See that's the problem with this whole thing Ken. You say you want to be more than friends with me. But it seems to be all about you! You don't want other boys to fuck me?" "Definitely not! The only dick inside you should be mine!" Ken replied not seeing that every word he said wasn't helping. "You make it sound like I'm your possession. That I'm your fucktoy not to be used by anyone else but you. You say the only dick inside me should be yours? What about my dick inside you? It seems very one way traffic!" "Yeah but that's because of the deal we made, you know what I have to do, it's not my fault!" Ken protested. "I know but that sums it all up really. The one thing we have to do in the rules you're happy to do. You've never made any attempt to say I could do it to you have you? It's probably not even entered your thoughts. Come back to me when you're actually ready to put words into actions. I'm not even saying I do want more, I don't honestly know. It's hard to work it all out with everything else going on but I know one thing... Someone who really wanted to be my boyfriend would surely understand it should be an equal relationship where it's not just dictated to by the rules. Now, I'm getting hungry and you have a job to do so let's get on with it." Ken stood there frustrated with the words he was hearing. He knew Nick was sort of right. While he did think he wanted Nick to be his boyfriend, all his thoughts were always him fucking Nick. He hadn't considered anything more. Maybe he could change all that now? But one look at Nick and the hurt and annoyance in his eyes told him the timing wasn't right. In retrospect he should have kept his mouth shut or waited for a better moment. It was clear standing there with an erection and tube of lube just reminded Nick how one sided this was. "I'm sorry I fucked up," he said softly. Nick could see Ken looked genuinely upset at how the conversation had gone but that just made him more annoyed. Why couldn't Ken see that these conversations needed to happen when he wasn't about to get fucked against his will? How dare Ken just ambush him with talk of wanting more. What did that even mean? Nick didn't even know if he wanted Ken to be his boyfriend. Or indeed anyone to be his boyfriend. His mind was a maelstrom of confusion and emotion around having to be fucked all the time and what that might mean for who he was and what he wanted. Still, he didn't want Ken to feel miserable so he forced himself to smile back at him. "It's fine, let's just forget the last few minutes. Come over to the bed, you know what needs to be done," he said as he lifted his legs up. Two fucks, a second shower and some breakfast later Nick lay on Ken's bed steeling himself for the day ahead. He needed Nathan onside and his help in persuading the other boys who didn't want to use him. The whole situation fucking sucked he thought. At the start of this Nathan had done him a big favour by not using him and persuading some of the other boys not to. Now he was going to have to ask him to do the opposite. Now he needed those fucks just to protect him from Paul. "You ready?" Ken asked, coming into the bedroom. "I guess so, let's go and get this over with," Nick replied and the two boys headed downstairs and out of the house.