So there we were in Larry's bedroom, with Larry and Woody up front in the living room, and Butch and Norton coming up the stairs.
Then I heard Woody say, "You didn't say they were coming here." He sounded panicked.
"No problem. They're old friends of mine. While you were in the bathroom, I called them. I thought they'd like to see their tape. Incidentally, how did you get hold of it?"
"I better get out of here."
"Wait a minute. Are you in trouble over this?"
Before Woody could answer, Butch and Norton came in the front door. That's when things seemed to explode.
"What the hell's he doing here?" That was Butch's voice. Then Norton started in, telling Larry how Kevin and Woody had jumped him outside the gym and taken the video.
Then Larry was saying, "Well, as long as you've got the tape now and we've got Woody, I'd say we could have a little fun."
I knew that Kevin and I better get back out the window and down the stairs while there was some distractions, so I motioned Kevin over and we crawled out. I still hadn't gotten the bottles that made the rash and could cure it, but the main thing was for us to get out and find a way to save Woody.
As we bent low and skirted the windows, I heard Norton say, "You know, I think that was Jason's car we saw down the block. Is he here too?"
Larry said something, and from the sound of his voice he must have been getting up and walking around. We were still a ways from the top of the stairs, but there wasn't anything to do but run.
"Come on, Kevin" I said, and we made a dash for it.
"There they go! They're out on the porch!"
My heart was pounding and we almost made it, but Butch beat us to the stairs and Larry came running with his cuffs. If ever there was a guy made for carrying cuffs, it was Larry. I bet he even carried them in the shower with him.
They dragged us back into the living room. Woody stood in the corner with a really scared look on his face. By now Butch had Kevin from behind and was reaching around in front undoing his belt. It was obvious he was going to strip his younger brother.
"We're really going to have some fun with you this time," Butch told him. Kevin was struggling, but Butch was too strong for him.
Larry had me cuffed with my hands behind me, and Norton was grinning ear to ear.
"Well we may have lost the original tape, but we can do a re-enactment and add to it" he said. I saw his camera bag just inside the door. He must carry that thing everywhere with him.
Larry went into the bedroom and came back with a bunch of things. "I got these in New Orleans last week. I think we can put them to good use now." I wasn't sure what they were, but I didn't like the look of them.
By now Butch had Kevin's pants and shorts down around his ankles, and he had his left arm across Kevin's chest.
"Spread 'em, Kev" he said.
Kevin spread his legs as far apart as he could. His clothes kept him from getting them too far apart, but after a moment Kevin was able to kick one foot free, which enabled him to get a wide stance. I knew immediately what was coming. Kevin's eyes went wide, he raised up on his toes, and from behind Butch said, "Two fingers going in. Hang on."
Kevin shuddered a second, gasp, and then his dick gave a bounce and started getting longer. It was kind of graceful, like a swan's neck, and it rose slowly. I remembered when Butch would do that to me, and my dick gave a nudge as well.
"Watch what happens when I start opening up that hole" Butch said. "I'm now going to cross my fingers, go further up that booty hole like a cork screw, and then open them wide."
Kevin's eyes almost went out of focus. I glanced at Woody who was absolutely hypnotized by the whole thing. Larry, true to form, was rubbing his dick through his trousers.
As we watched, Kevin's dick rose to full length, went totally hard, and little drops of precum started to appear. In fact the whole head of his dick seemed almost to gleam.
"Show them what you can do, little brother. And then we'll get around to you riding my dick like you used to. You been missing my pole up your ass since Sadie and I got to getting it on regularly, haven't you Kevin?"
He must have given a thrust at that point, because Kevin let out a moan. Then Butch said, "Right! Good boy! That's what I thought." As an afterthought he added, "I guess I've got it opened up pretty good for now."
Kevin had a great body. And held in front of Butch that way, with his legs spread and his pole mounted high, it was probably the greatest sight I think I had ever seen in my life. I wanted him more than ever then. I wanted his body, I wanted his dick in my mouth or in my hand, I wanted to be on top of him having him.
At that point, Butch called, "Hey Larry, come hold him a second while I get out of these clothes."
Larry couldn't take his eyes off Kevin, particularly his dick. Larry was already pretty boned, and had been rubbing his pants. Norton looked like he was also fascinated, and had retrieved his camera. As for Woody, what is there to say? His bone was hard as ever, and a wet spot had appeared on the front of his pants.
Larry reached down and got Kevin's balls in a tight squeeze, and Butch let go. I heard a zipper going down, and in a minute Butch was out of his pants. Apparently he wasn't wearing anything underneath.
He reached around Kevin again, and pulled him backward with him until he sat down on the sofa, with Kevin pulled into his lap.
"Gimme some lube" he shouted. I thought he meant Larry, but instantly Norton handed him a tube of something. It didn't take a moment until he had Kevin sitting on that pole, and Kevin's dick danced even more.
Norton started filming. At Butch's command, Kevin rose and fell slowly. Butch reached around in front, lube obviously dripping from his greasy hand, and started on Kevin's pole. At that moment, I learned an important lesson.
Kevin's a good sport. When it comes to sex, if he can't prevent something from happening, he can at least go along with it and enjoy it as much as possible. It was as if he wanted every sexual opportunity to be as good, as meaningful, as cum-filled, as possible. He was riding that pole good, and Butch's hand was working magic on Kev's dick.
Butch was enjoying it as much as Kevin. He threw back his head and shouted, just before he shot his load. As he shot, Kevin did too, and it spurted halfway across the room. Both of them seemed exhausted. Norton had caught it all on camera.
Larry turned away and would have left the room except Woody shouted, "Hey Larry, you shoot off all over yourself?"
Larry turned back red-faced. You could see the stuff soaking through his pants.
I couldn't resist a comment. "When you're ready to shoot, you can't stop no matter who is watching, can you Larry?"
Larry lost his temper. He grabbed something from the equipment he had brought in, and coming over to me he said, "Let's let them see you in the pink, shall we? Or should I say 'in the red'?"
My hands were cuffed behind me. Taking a chain, he clipped one end on my cuffs, and the other on a hook in the doorway to the dining room. He didn't pull hard, but it kept me from doing anything more than just standing there.
He went to the overstuffed chair and got a footstool. Bringing it back, he pushed it against my ankles until I lifted my feet and stood on it. Then he loosened my belt, unsnapped my pants, and pulled them and my shorts down. My dick was hard from watching all that had gone on.
"Look at that pole" he told them. The red spots were still there and they still itched. Larry touched it, and it went to full height. As he did that, he noticed something.
"Hey what's this? Have you been drawing on your dick?"
Norton rushed over with his camera. Woody spoke up.
"I was trying to show him and Kevin how to connect the dots. Wouldn't that make a great porno film, connecting the dots until the guy shoots off? Especially him with all his hairs down there shaved off."
"Yeah, when did you start shaving your crotch, Jason?"
"We did that for him, last night" Butch said.
He had pulled his pants back up. When he came over to look, he started touching my crotch area, sliding his fingers across the smooth skin and grinning. "He's like a little kid. No hairs down there at all. And I intend to make him keep it that way."
Kevin was dressing hurriedly. Although Butch was feeling the crotch area, Larry was still touching my dick. I could feel my balls start producing cum. I didn't want this to happen, but I couldn't control it.
Larry seemed pleased with himself. "That's something I brought back from New Orleans that makes those dots.
I got other good stuff from there as well."
I didn't know if I wanted to hear about any of them. Also my legs were getting kind of cramped. And Larry was still touching my dick. Damn! I've had someone give me a hand job before, but never had anyone just sort of keep touching the length of my dick and gotten me so aroused.
I must have let out a husky sigh, the kind you give when you know you're going to shoot pretty soon and you almost can't wait.
Larry took that as the signal he wanted. "That's enough" he said and took his hand away. Obviously he didn't want me shooting off; at least not this soon. Butch had stopped massaging my crotch, but it seemed to have given him ideas.
"I want you to start shaving your crotch too, Kevin."
Kevin was dressed now. "Like hell I will."
Butch started to walk over, but Larry had gotten something out of his box of goodies.
"Look" he said, "ass beads."
Kevin and Woody looked at him with a baffled expression. "What?"
It was a string of glass beads, going from marble sized up to what seemed like large golf ball size. I began to get the idea of what was in store for me.
"These are special" Larry said, standing there in front of me in his cum-stained pants, grinning evilly.
"You stick them up his ass, from the biggest to the littlest, and then pull them out one at a time. These happen to be coated with a hot stuff product, and all the way up his ass they will keep putting out heat. The more he moves or squeezes his butt; the more heat will be generated. When you pull them slowly, it also makes him hornier. All the way up his ass, these beads keep telling his balls to produce more cum. Before he finally shoots off, he'll be begging us to jerk him off."
As he said that, he moved behind me and touched my ass. I shivered up and down.
Woody came to watch, while Norton moved behind me to film. "I wish we had two cameras" Norton said, "so we could show the look on his face as the beads are going in, as well as watching them go in from the back."
Butch spoke up. "Let's let Kevin come over and put the beads in. It'll be good training for him."
"I will not! Jason is my friend. You can't make me do that!"
I appreciated Kevin's loyalty. And before Butch could try and make him do it, Larry started in.
"I know how this works, so I'll do the honors," Larry said.
The biggest one went in first, and it just about killed me. I felt like someone was pushing a football up my ass.
"You like that, huh?" Larry said laughing.
He kept forcing them in, and I could feel their heat almost immediately. They kept going further and further up, until they touched my prostate and my dick did a dance. They all burst out laughing at that. Finally all the beads were in, except for a tiny one that was at the end of the string. It stuck out and hung down a little way.
I shifted my weight again, and the footstool sort of wobbled.
"Let's get him something better to stand on" Butch said. "You got a bench, Larry? Something we can spread his legs apart?'
"And his arms too" Norton said. "That makes a better scene with him spread eagled."
At that moment, I didn't think much of Norton as a professional filmmaker.
While the others were getting the things to spread me out, Butch came over and rubbed the smooth crotch area right above the base of my dick. "Smooth as silk" he said thoughtfully. I figured he had something more in mind, but with those beads warming all the way up my ass and my balls deciding it was their job to keep making more cum, I didn't want anything else to worry about.
It took them a few minutes, but finally they had my wrists out of the handcuffs, with each wrist tied at the end of a bar across my shoulders, and the bar itself hung from the same hook that my cuffs had been attached to. For my feet, they just put a heavy nail at each end of an old bench Larry had, and tied rope from my ankles to the nails. There I was, spread out for everyone to see.
"Time for the first bead?" Norton asked, getting his camera ready.
Larry looked at his watch. "Close enough" he said, and gave a little jerk to the string. The bead popped out of my ass and I shook all over. I didn't know exactly how many beads were on the string, but even this little one seemed big, now that my hole had had time to close after they had inserted them all. I wondered how much more I could take. If my hole closed up after each bead came out, it would make every bead feel big as a house. And the beads would keep getting bigger, and my hole would keep getting tighter.
Larry looked very pleased. "These films will be great for what I am going to call 'the big show.' I want everyone to see him this way and also the tape on him getting shaved. And the one with you and Kevin will be great too, Butch."
"You can't use me in any of them. I got a reputation to uphold."
"If I have the tapes, I can do whatever I want to with them."
"You try that, Larry, and I'll have to show everybody the ones of you shooting off in your pants and working your dick off while you watch me and Sadie go at it in the back of my car."
"What do you mean? You couldn't photograph me. It was night and there were no lights for the camera."
"I used a night vision lens and special film stock," Norton said. "We set you up. We'd let you know where Butch and Sadie would be, and I'd be hidden there. We conned you, Larry. And if you ever try to give us any trouble, we'll start showing those films of you. I don't think the Police Department or anybody like that would ever want a guy working for them who was into that kind of stuff."
Larry totally lost it. He started cussing, and then said he was going to get those films if it was the last thing he ever did. He started for the door before anyone could stop him. Norton took off after him.
"Don't let him get that film," Butch shouted.
Butch then grabbed Kevin and the two of them started out the door. Kevin didn't have much choice the way Butch was grabbing him. I winced.
So now I was alone with Woody. I looked at him, and he kept looking at my bone.
"Woody, find a knife and cut these ropes so I can get out."
Woody got a little smile on his face. That sort of worried me. Then he asked, "Can I pull a bead first?"
"Damn it Woody, get a knife."
"Not until I pull a bead."
He stood in front of me, so close my dick almost poked him in the chest. And then he reached behind me. He kept looking at my face.
That was when he pulled the next bead.
I almost came off the bench pulling it with me. It was wild! It felt like my entire asshole was coming out with the bead. And my dick started jumping and my balls were filling so fast I wondered if they could hold much more.
Woody's bone much have loved it to, because it was pulsing in his pants. I wondered if he was shooting off without having touched it.
At that moment, Butch came back in with Kevin. "Woody, come along. Norton took off without us. We need your car, man. Help us catch Larry and we'll be your friends for life!"
Woody grinned from ear to ear. He seemed glad to have an excuse not to free me.
"OK" he said and started out after them.
I hollered at them, "What about me? You can't leave me strung up here like this!"
Butch grinned evilly. "There's some younger boy scouts camping out in the vacant lot down the road. I'll send one of them to check on you."
They rushed out dragging Kevin with them. I could hear Butch laughing all the way down the stairs.
I felt a cool breeze across my balls. They could have at least closed the front door.
(End of Part 7) ------------------------------ Thanks for the letters, guys. It keeps me going. Bart Hanks