The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between a teen male and men. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.
The events and characters portrayed in this story are entirely a work of fiction. The reader should interpret nothing in this story as advocating any of the sexual acts or actions contained within the story.
Finally, none of my characters usually practice safe sex because they catch only what I want them to. In real life, safe sex is the only way to go. It is smart.
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Author's note: A special thanks to David T, my copy editor, who has helped so much with past, and I hope, future stories. Constructive comments are always welcome and may be sent to Justin0398@aol.com
Spring Training by Justin Davis
Chapter One
If anyone had happened to see sixteen-year-old David Sims, while they were at the local mall, or in line at the local movie theater, they would have been impressed.
It would not have been the baggy shorts, loose-fitting T-shirt, and tennis shoes, worn by many boys his age which would have been attractive. In fact, even his buzzed-cut, blonde hair, and the two gold earrings that hung glistening from his ear lobes, would have been anything out of the ordinary. What would have attracted their attention, however, would have been his physical features.
David's tall, lanky, frame, his darkly tanned features, his piercing green eyes, along with his beautifully sculpted face, would have drawn any gaze immediately. So much so, in fact, that David's looks usually caught the eye of both girls and boys alike.
However, had they known the details of David's personal life they would not have been inclined, in the least, to conjure up images of meeting him in some secluded spot for some hot sex. You see, in spite of his outward charm, David Sims was a spoiled, arrogant little shit. A poster-child for the term "that appearances can be deceiving." At sixteen, little David was well on his way to a police record as long as your arm.
The latest incident, when David had been caught in one of the janitors storage closets at school with his thick, eight-inch, prick in some willing guys mouth, had resulted in both of them being expelled from school. Not a good thing, when you are already on probation for sexual assault and attending school is one of the conditions of your probation. It was especially not a good thing now that it was March and there were only two months left in the school year.
At his trial for sexual assault, cute little David, dressed in a new suit, had sat there looking like the little gentleman that he was not. Although he testified in his own behalf that the younger kid had been more than willing to get buggered, the judge had chosen to believe the testimony of the victim and had found David guilty.
Since David was too young to be sent to prison, and quite probably because the judge had been taken in somewhat by David's false sincerity and his innocent- looking appearance, he had given David probation, rather than sending him to the state juvenile lock-up. One can only wonder why, when David already had been busted four times for possession of drugs and alcohol.
To be fair, David's slide down hill began not long after the death of his father. And, quite probably, it was that event which had precipitated David's decline. Yet, it was the stark realities of the situation, and the resignation that things were only going to get worse, that had driven David's mother to the point where she was now. Not that Helen Sims hadn't tried.
There had been doctors, social workers, tests, psychologists, more tests, and a whole litany of things she had done in an attempt to help David help him self. None had worked.
Now, in desperation, Helen sat across from David's uncle, her former husband's brother, crying and expressing her frustration. Not that she really cared that much for Dalton Sims. Dalton had a dark side to him that Helen's husband Richard had refused to talk about in anything but the most general terms. However, Helen Sims was at her wits end. Maybe, she had concluded, a change of scenery and a strong-willed man would bring David around. It was that decision that had brought about their current meeting.
David's mother cried and sobbed as she told his uncle about the whole sordid mess.
"I tell you Dalton, I am at the end of my rope. Nothing seems to do any good. Will you please help me save my child?" Helen concluded, wiping yet more tears from her eyes.
Dalton Sims sat looking thoughtfully at his sister-in-law then spoke.
"Helen, I am not sure I can do more with David than you can," he said in a concerned tone.
"Look Dalton, although I never got the details about you from Richard, and I probably don't want to know them, I can put two and two together enough to know that you have an authoritarian streak about you that might do David some good."
Dalton Sims paused reflectively before he chuckled softly, and then replied.
"Well, authoritarian might be somewhat of a mild term."
"Besides Helen, I am certain, from all that you have told me, the boy will refuse to go."
"Dalton, I don't care whether he would want to or not. You take him with you anyway you can and do whatever you want. Just give me back the son I once knew," Helen Sims responded in frustration.
"Fine, if you are sure that is the way you want it." Dalton Sims replied.
"However, if I am going to take David with me you are not to attempt to contact him at all. And, as a matter of fact, he will not be allowed to contact you."
"Is that understood?" Dalton Sims concluded.
Helen Sims sniffed, dabbed at her eyes with another tissue, and nodded her head yes.
For David Sims, the reality of his mother's agreement with his uncle would hit home sooner than he knew. One minute he was hanging outside the mall smoking a cigarette hoping to score some dope, the next minute everything went black. Now, as he awoke groggily from his unconscious state and looked around, David didn't like what he saw or felt at all.
The first thing David became aware of was that he was shackled by his wrists and ankles flat up against a brick wall in what appeared to be some sort of dimly lit, and musty-smelling basement. The next thing David became aware of was that he was totally naked.
"Hey, let me the fuck outta here!!" he screamed, as he futilely struggled to free his wrists and ankles from the schakles that restrained them.
"I'm not kidding. This is not funny. I am gonna kick someone's ass!" he shouted loudly.
For a while longer, David assaulted the air with a verbal barrage of threats, curse words, and more threats, seemingly unheard by anyone. Then, a door on the other side of the room opened and David became speechless.
A tall muscular black man, dressed only in black leather pants, and black boots, entered the room. David also noticed that both of the man's nipples were pierced with golden rings.
"Who the fuck are you, some damn pervert?" David asked bravely.
"You better let me outta here man or there is going to be hell to pay!" he continued defiantly.
The figure walked toward him grinning and flashing a set of perfect, white teeth.
Wham!!
Instantly, David's head turned violently from the blow of the man's hand across his face.
David, his eyes watering and defiant, turned his head back and looked at his attacker.
"Fuck you man! You better let me loose right now!" David said with an air of defiance.
Wham!! Again, the hulking black man slapped David's face.
This time, David literally saw stars and could taste the blood from his busted lip.
"The first thing you have to learn my pretty white punk is that you only speak when you are told to or allowed to do so." The man said sternly.
David, wiping the blood from his lip with his tongue, glared back at the man but this time remained silent.
"Good, you aren't such a dumb mother fucker after all," the man said.
David wanted to tell him what he could go do to himself but thought better of it.
"Ah, I see you have met John!" a somewhat familiar voice said.
David's eyes looked toward the door. Then, as the figure came out of the shadows into the light, David was even more astounded.
There, clad only in similar black leather pants and black boots, and with gold rings also hanging from his nipples, stood his Uncle Dalton.
"Uncle Dalton?" David exclaimed, not quite believing what he saw.
"What the fuck is going on here?" David asked.
The black man drew his hand back to slap David again.
"Let it be for now John!" Dalton ordered.
"There will be time enough for that later."
Dalton Sims walked over and stood in front of his nephew.
"David, I suggest you be a little more polite when talking to your elders," Dalton Sims stated.
"We wouldn't want anyone to get mad at you because terrible things could happen if they do!" he said, then reached out and quickly grabbed hold of David's healthy teen balls and squeezed as hard as he could.
If they could have, people passing by outside would have heard the piercing screams echo off the basement walls.
Dalton Sims eased the pressure somewhat, but retained the vise-like hold on David's nuts, then spoke.
"Do you understand me?" Dalton Sims asked his nephew.
David, who was panting and gasping for breath and fighting the urge to puke, nodded his head yes.
Dalton Sims released his grip on David's balls, and then spoke very softly and methodically.
"David, I am only going to tell you this once. You are here as my guest for a while and your mother knows you are here. There is no one that will look for you, miss you, or want to help you. In short, my sexy little punk of a nephew, your ass is mine for the time being. Uh, mine and John's here."
David just blinked in disbelief at what he had just heard his uncle say.
"Your mother told me about all the trouble, as a matter of fact, she is damn glad to be rid of you for awhile."
"So you like to get your cock sucked and you like fucking the shit out of guys huh?" David's uncle then asked.
David said nothing.
Wham!!! David's uncle backhanded him across the face.
"When I ask you a question you little shit you better answer!" David's uncle said seriously.
"No! I don't like it," David replied when he had recovered from the force of the blow.
"Liar!" His uncle shot back.
Dalton's hand reached out and began to work its way over David's tits, nipples, and stomach.
David's squirmed to get away in response. But, of course, he couldn't.
"You are not going to like it here at first David," his uncle said, as he continued to explore David's body with his hands.
"But I can assure you, by the time you leave here you are going to be a changed young man," Dalton said, then pinched David's right nipple as hard as he could.
David shrieked in response, while John, who had been standing idly by watching his lover Dalton do his handy work, chuckled.
"Yes, my butt-fucking, druggie, crap ass, little nephew. You are going to learn a lot. It is spring and it is spring training time for you my little shit head. And, trained you will be." Dalton Sims said, in an ominous tone, then took both his hands and pinched both of David's nipples as hard as he could.
David shrieked again and continued to yelp until his uncle let go.
However, those yelps were mild compared what would follow, as Dalton was handed a pair of nipple clamps, which he then promptly fastened to David's nipples.
Then as David gasped, yelped, and began panting from the pain, the two men exited the room laughing.
David Sims had never known real fear in his life. Yet, he would become acquainted with it very soon. Fortunately, he had no way of knowing, could not have possibly known, what lay ahead for him. Had he known, he would have screamed himself hoarse.
To be continued......................................