So there I was, buck naked, feet spread wide and tied at the ankles, arms tied wide at the ends of a rod across my shoulders, standing on a bench in Larry's living room, and those damn idiots had not only gone off and left me, but they even left the front door open. While I stared across the room and out the front doorway, a bird landed on the porch. It was looking for food. After it pecked a little, it glanced my way.
That would be all I would need now after everything else, for that bird to come in and peck me on my dick.
But after a moment the bird flew away.
Larry had gone to get back the incriminating tapes Norton had of him, and the others were trying to catch up and stop him. What a sorry crew they were: porn and blackmail were all they knew. I don't mean Kevin of course, and maybe not even Woody, although it would be a while before I would forgive him for not cutting me loose when he had the chance. Not to mention the fact that he also pulled one of those beads out of my butt. I was going to find some way to get even with him.
Those green ass beads of Larry's were doing their work. I had never felt so stuffed up the butt as I did now. And they were slowly generating heat, which was generating cum, and my prostate and my balls were getting massaged overtime.
If they came back and started pulling the beads out, I don't think I could stand it. Not if they went as slow as they seemed to want to. Right now I didn't know whether to shit or go blind. It was like my asshole was trying to clamp tight to keep stuff from coming out, and at the same time it was like every bead in that whole chain was trying to push out.
And I was so damned horned. I kept thinking of times when I could beat off in peace, and how good it would be if I could just touch my dick even if it was only for a second. If only I could give that stiff pole of mine a few strokes, just a few. It would be absolute ecstasy if I could only slide my fist up and down it...slowly...as much as I wanted...
I knew I had to force myself to stop thinking about that. It wasn't helping; in fact it was actually making things worse. I wondered for a moment how long a dick could stay hard without going down. But then I thought of Woody and his bone, and I got more discouraged.
Probably about 15 minutes went by while I daydreamed about stuff. Then I heard sounds like somebody at the foot of the stairs. Since I hadn't heard any cars come up, I knew it wasn't Larry or the others. Then I remembered Butch's crack about sending somebody from the scout campout to check on me. I thought it was sarcasm at the time. But now my heart sank.
It sank even more when I realized I could hear two voices, and the sound of feet climbing the stairs.
"Are you sure he's up here?" one voice was asking. This guy sounded kind of young, like maybe he was in the 8th or 9th grade.
"Sure, Carson. Butch lives down the street from me, and he wouldn't lie. He's told me plenty of good stuff to go see since he moved down our way. Some of the stuff he's told me about, you wouldn't believe."
Damn Butch anyway!
"We can maybe make this guy our project then," the one called Carson replied.
I definitely didn't want to be anybody's project, especially not one for these little guys.
Then I saw them through the open doorway as they crossed the porch. Yep, they were probably not more than 13. Little dicks, little kids, and they were going to see me buck naked and horned to the hilt. I was so mad I could have cussed.
At that moment they saw me, and both of them stopped in astonishment. But the look on their faces changed to delighted grins when they realized what they were seeing.
"It's better than we thought!" Carson said. "What do you think, Taylor?"
Taylor wore glasses. He adjusted them as he looked me up and down, and then remarked, "Those are the biggest balls I have ever seen in my entire life."
He came over and stood in front of me. My dick was curved up so my balls were fully exposed, and at his height and with me standing on a bench, his face was right in front of my balls.
"Hey guys, I need your help" I told them. "Can you get a kitchen knife and cut these ropes?"
Taylor was still pondering my balls. He paused a moment, then turned to Carson, "How long do you think that dick is?"
"Guys!" I said, trying to get their attention. "get a kitchen knife to cut these ropes."
"We wouldn't need a kitchen knife; we've got scout knives" Carson explained. But he still stood there, looking me up and down while Taylor stayed in front of my balls.
"That's a nice upward bend to his dick, don't you think?" he asked after a moment.
"Well, it's a help if we want to do our project."
"What project?" I demanded. I sensed this was getting out of hand.
Carson took off his backpack and searched inside. "It's just something we wanted to do. We've got more curiosity than most of our friends, and we wanted to know more about sex."
"What are you talking about?" As I looked at him, he bought out a pad and pencil and began checking something he had on a list.
Taylor, there at my balls, said, "Look at this seam in his balls. It's so thick a cord, it's like a little rope there." With that he reached up and touched me. "That's remarkable. His balls are about the size of the orange my mother puts in my lunch bag. Instead of there being two balls, there's a full sack with both in it, like he has so much fluid inside it's just one big spurt waiting to happen."
"Taylor, if you get much closer to my balls, the heat from them is going to fog up your glasses."
Taylor quickly took a step back from me, as if he might be near something dangerous. Carson looked up from his list.
"What size condoms do you buy?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"It's one of the questions Taylor and I had decided we wanted to know about as we learn more about sex."
"You're crazy as hell kid, now get me down from here!"
Carson was unmoved. "That's not very courteous of you. I thought you would be nicer to us than that, Jason."
Damn! "How do you know my name?"
"Butch told us, but I would have known. I came to all the games last fall, and I would see your picture in the paper on Saturday mornings in the sports write-up."
"Look Carson, please cut me down." I was aware that if I got any hornier I would start dripping precum, and I could feel the effect of the butt beads heating me inside. But mostly I wanted all this stuff to be over so I could go home and forget everything that had happened since yesterday afternoon when I had gone into that stall after practice to beat off.
My legs were getting really tired, and I shifted my weight form one leg to the other to try and get some relief. As I did, of course, my dick started bobbing with the movement.
Taylor was very impressed. "Awesome" he said, nodding his head in approval. Then turning to Carson, he asked "Should we take some measurements now?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked, shifting my weight again so that once more my dick was bobbing and swinging.
Carson had a tape measure out. "Certainly. Let's do his balls first."
"I want to be the one to measure his dick. After all, you got to measure Jimmy's."
Carson kept the tape in his hand and turned to Taylor.
"Jimmy doesn't count. He's our age and we're not getting any new sex information from somebody who only knows as much as we do. Besides you got to strip him and that was bound to be more fun than measuring him."
Taylor thought about that a moment. Then as if he suddenly returned to the present, he turned back my way and said, "Look! He doesn't have any hair down there. And there's funny spots and lines on his dick! Come see."
They got close to my dick again. It was embarrassing as hell. Two little 13 year old guys that I could pick up and spank if I was free, and they are breathing all over my dick and balls.
Taylor touched my dick. "See the lines and the dots?"
That was all it took. My dick started bobbing wildly.
If I hadn't had my butt clinched so tight, I might actually have been able to shoot off all over them.
They jumped back as my dick bounced, and then Carson asked in the tone of voice of someone doing an investigation, "How many times a week do you beat off?"
Because of wanting to shoot off, it was hard to keep my voice sounding normal. "Oh, I don't do stuff like that any more. Only little kids your age do that."
They looked at each other. "We're not 'little kids' and don't think you can mess with us," Carson said. "If we ask you something, you've got to answer it."
"How would you know if I was telling you the truth if I did give you a number?" I knew I had them now. I almost grinned in triumph.
"Maybe not, but maybe we would have another way. You're not dealing with a pair of idiots you know."
I didn't like the gleam in Carson's eyes as he said that. My dick was not getting any softer and I didn't seem able to get them to cut me loose.
Taylor looked up with the surprise of someone whose come up with a great idea. "Hey, I've heard the football initiation is that they rub hot stuff on your balls. We could try that until he tells us everything we want to know."
"But Taylor, we don't have any hot stuff, and I don't know where we could find any."
"We could look around here," Taylor said. I immediately remembered that I had pulled out the two bottles that Larry had used on me, and they were probably still in full sight back there in Larry's bedroom.
"Hey guys, let's don't go looking for stuff, OK?"
"That must mean we'd find something if we did." That Carson was one sharp cookie, dammit. He began looking around the room. Taylor stayed right beside me, watching my dick as if it was some creature like an elephant or something.
"I see why they call it a banana, now. If we had a condom, we could practice putting it on and taking it off him."
Carson took out his tape. "We're wasting time. We don't have any condoms. Let's measure his butt first, then his dick and his balls. You hold this end of the tape, Taylor, and I'll go around behind him and then bring it around to the front."
I started to say, "No, wait" but as I opened my mouth, Carson called from behind me, "Hey! It looks like he's growing a tail or something. Like marbles on a string."
I could feel him touch my butt. Then I felt a little tug up my ass. "Don't!" I shouted. He had begun to pull on the string. I squeezed my butt cheeks tighter. Everything up my hole seemed to be ready to move; plus it was getting hotter and raunchier in there. I must have made a face, because Taylor said:
"Hey! Come see the look on his face! Whatever you did, it made a really great expression. If we only had a camera or something, these would make terrific pictures."
Carson came around front. He grinned as he saw my horned expression. "Are you getting ready to have an orgasm?"
What did somebody his age know about orgasms? "Naw. Nothing like that. But I'll make a deal. Cut me loose and I'll do anything you guys want."
"That's easy for you to say now. But when you're free, how do we know you'll keep your word? Besides, we can do anything we want to you right now."
I gave the only reply I could think of. "It'll be a whole lot better for you when I'm free if you two guys are the ones who set me free, than if you didn't and I had to stay here until somebody came along to set me free."
That didn't work with Carson. "Sorry, but this is the best chance we'll ever have to get somebody your age. And when would we ever find another football player to tie up and do whatever we wanted to with? When could we ever have somebody as big as you completely in our power?"
Then turning to Taylor, he said, "Go around in back and play with that string. I want to see the look on his face too."
"Hey, guys, don't do that" I practically pleaded. But my words just egged them on that much more.
Taylor went behind me, and Carson stood in front, looking up into my face with my bulging balls right at chin level and my monster cock curving up. He took a deep breath.
Behind me, I could feel Taylor's hands rubbing lightly across my butt cheeks. Then he his fingers approached my crack, I could feel him give a slight pull to the beads. I winced and a sexual shudder went through my whole body. I held on tight, but I felt him pull harder.
Carson looked up in glee. "It's great! You should see this, Taylor. It's like a big mountain getting ready to explode. I sure wish we had somebody to do that for us so we could both watch."
"Then I get to be the one to do his dick!"
"OK."
"You promise?"
"Yes, now pull harder."
He did, and again I thought my whole insides were coming out my ass, while my dick gave a final throb and started shooting cum in long steams everywhere. My body shook, my dick spurted, and Carson's face was getting covered with it. I was caught up in the wildest shoot-off of my life.
"Look at his balls" Carson shouted, "they're pulled up and then pulsing. And that cum won't stop!"
Taylor ran around in front, eager to see. "I pulled a marble out on the string. It was kind of bigger than the one that was hanging there."
Carson's face and hair were covered with cum. After a moment, he said "Get a spoon from the kitchen and we'll catch this stuff and feed it to him. And we can write down what he says." He was all blond haired, cum spattered, brown eyed, and way too eager to do more stuff to me.
Taylor was back with a spoon instantly. My dick was beginning to come down from its height, and some of the cum was drooling out. Inside my butt, all those beads had calmed down and my ass was clenched tight, but it kept giving me the feeling that I wanted to dump a load to get them out and yet I couldn't.
Holding a tablespoon under my dick, Taylor said, "I'll catch this stuff first, then I'll get the stuff off your face." Reaching up, he began squeezing the last bit of cum out. "It's like milking a hose," Taylor said.
I was surprised how much cum I had shot. And my balls acted like they wanted to make more. But the fact he was squeezing my dick was the best feeling I had had in a long time. My dick had needed to be touched, and he was doing a good job. When he had gotten all he could, he went to Carson and scraped stuff off him. That tablespoon was full up and there was still more cum to be cleared.
There was no way I was going to open my mouth and swallow that stuff. That was disgusting. Nobody ever eats their own cum.
Carson took the spoon from Taylor, saying "You get to work his dick, I get to feed him cum."
Raising the spoon high up to my lips, he said "Open up, Jason. Take your medicine like a good boy. Make us proud of you."
Turning my head to the side, I said "No way!"
"Come on Jason. This will be a great thing to tell people about, how we made you swallow your own cum. Every last bit of it. Lick the spoon clean. It's good for you. You'll be one of the legends of the school. Open up now and take the taste test."
I shook my head. I was never going to give in. That was when Carson said, "You'll be sorry. Hey Taylor, go behind him and pull out another bead."
(End of Part 8) ________________________________ Thanks for the feedback, guys. - Bart