You should not read this if you are underage or live where reading about sex among males is illegal. This is a story of two brothers and their Puritanical father. The younger brother uses the family situation to gain control over his brother, and then involves others. More become involved as time passes.
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Part Four - Perkins Personified
Jack stood naked on the top step. He tensed and felt like his balls were going to erupt out of the tip of his dick. Grady had called down that their father was coming, and the back door was still locked. He began to vibrate. Grady had hoped to force him into an orgasm, which happened when he got too tense.
But at that moment Grady called again, "Fooled you! He's not here yet!"
Jack grabbed the doorknob to start rattling it until he realized it was now unlocked. He dashed in closely followed by Grover.
"I've had it! I'm coming for you, Grady, and I'm not kidding."
Bone erect and bouncing, Jack charged up the stairs. Grover followed, glad for the chance to see that muscled butt in action. He liked the way it dimpled as Jack bounded up to the second floor.
He charged into Grady's room, where his younger brother stood calmly, holding Jack's clothes out the window.
"Touch me and you'll be running around outside back naked trying to get these on."
"I can just get my other clothes. Paying you back would be worth any inconvenience."
"Maybe, but I locked all your other clothes in the storage locker, and I've got the key in my pocket. And it's still true dad's due back any minute."
That made Jack pause. He looked over at Matt, who was obviously boned and enjoying everything. Grover still stood beside him, continuing to look at his erection in awe.
That was when they heard Mr. Cooper's pickup pull into the drive.
Quick as a flash Jack surrendered. "Ok I give up. Just let me get dressed quick before he comes upstairs to check on us."
Grady nodded and tossed him his stuff. Jack ran into his room and dressed quickly, while Grover continued to follow him and stare at his body.
"Grover, man, please stop staring at me."
"I can't help it" Grover said, his voice soft and pleading.
Grover was very small for his age, and he suddenly gave Jack a hug, pushing his body against Jack's pants. The erection was hard and Grover felt it.
"Wow. That's why they call it a bone, right?"
Jack was so horned and frustrated, he pushed Grover away and said "Let's talk about that another time. I think you and Matt need to go for now."
Grover went through the bathroom to Grady's room as Mr. Cooper came in to speak to Jack.
Although Jack as wearing his briefs under his jeans, his erection was totally visible pointing upward against the material. Mr. Cooper froze in his tracks as he looked Jack up and down.
"Grady! Come in here!"
Jack could hear the other two going down the stairs as fast as their feet would carry them.
"Sir?" Grady asked as he came in.
"What's the meaning of that?" he demanded, pointing to Jack's crotch. "I thought you were watching him!"
"Oh...er...what exactly are you talking about?"
Mr. Cooper almost hit the ceiling. "That...thing! That erection poking against his trousers! Are you blind, Grady?"
"Oh no sir. I mean...he hasn't been doing anything to it. It's like that a lot."
"You mean he walks around with an erection all the time? If that's the case, he needs to see a doctor right away."
Grady looked trapped. Jack realized he needed to do something to diffuse the situation.
"Dad, Grady means that since he's been watching me, I haven't touched it at all. But see the problem is I had been doing it so much before, it's taking awhile to readjust to not doing it. Nobody could do a better job of watching me than Grady."
He patted his brother on the shoulder while Grady noticeably relaxed. Even Mr. Cooper seemed to have calmed down.
He took a deep breath as he looked at both his sons. "All right then. Maybe I was too hasty. I'll start fixing supper. Grady you can come down and set the table."
"And I'll grab a quick shower" Jack said.
Grady looked at him with alarm. "Not right now, Jack.
"Yes, I really need to. Remember the back steps?"
Mr. Cooper started out of the room. "You boys work that out. Then Grady come down and help get supper ready."
Once he had left Grads hissed "You are not getting into that shower by yourself, Jack. If I have to sit in the bathroom and watch you with the curtain opened, I'll do it. I know what you want, and it's not going to happen now."
Jack pointed at his erection. "We have to get that thing down before supper."
"Well ok, but settle for a cold shower and make it quick. I'll watch."
Jack stripped down as his brother watched him like a prison guard. Grady was actually glad Jack was having this much trouble about always getting hard. It meant more fun when he jacked him at night. He wanted Jack so trained that he could shoot with Grady just giving it a few strokes.
He sat on the edge of the commode seat as Jack soaped up. His bone was still rock hard, but the cold water should give him some results. Grady's idea of an ideal solution would be that Jack would become so dependent on him that even if he was alone he wouldn't jack it because he needed Grady's hand. Maybe it was a pipe dream, but Grady could hope anyway.
Finally it was bedtime. Jack stripped down and lay on the bed, his briefs in his mouth. He put his hands behind his head. He had been craving this ever since the incident on the back steps, and he was dying for relief. He tensed and did a sort of crunch to get the most feeling out of that thing that was getting harder by the moment. The head was moist, and as he tensed more drops appeared. He kept waiting for Grady.
He didn't want to admit it, but there was something sort of erotic waiting for Grady to come and jack him off. He would prefer to be able to do it on his own, but still...
Grady came in and sat on the edge of the bed. This was his great moment each day, knowing how much Jack needed him to do this. The sense of power was almost overwhelming. He looked at the erection, almost to full height now, moist and wet and eager. And then he looked up and down Jack's body, like this was his own possession, this body that at least for the moment he actually owned.
He put the palm of his hand on Jack's firm abs and enjoyed the feeling of warmth there. He knew that pole would be really warm when he finally grasped it. But for now, he was enjoying the abs.
"I want to talk to you about something, Jack."
Jack did another mild crunch as he frowned. He wanted Grady to get started. They could talk another time.
"It's about Saturday. I know at first I said Matt wanted to be here while I jacked you. Well dad's not going to work on that church this Saturday. He said he'll be working here. So I told Matt you'd come over there. What I want to prepare you for is that he wants to tie you down while he jacks you." He patted Jack's abs absently as he talked.
"Grady" Jack began.
"It's reasonable, Jack. He just want to make sure you don't change your mind and walk out or something."
"You'll be there, right?"
"Um...that's the thing. Dad said he wants me to help him with some woodworking stuff here Saturday."
"Then let's put it off until you can be there. You know how Matt is; he's liable to do almost anything and think it's really funny."
"Jack. Jack. Calm down." He gently wrapped one hand around Jack's erection, safely massaging it. As he had predicted, it was very warm, and he could almost feel a throbbing in it. He liked that.
Jack gasped at Grady's touch. "Please, Grady."
"I'm sorry, Jack. He's my friend, even if I do have to knock him down a peg every once in a while. I had agreed he could do this. Plus he likes you, he really does."
"That's the problem. I've seen how eager his eyes are when you let him see my bone. And I think maybe he likes me a little too much."
Grady chuckled. "Maybe so, Jack, but won't that be even better? I'm doing this as a job; he'll be doing it because he loves it. I'm sure he'll give you the best jack off you've ever had. Trust me on this."
As Jack started to protest again, Grady removed his hand. Jack's bone throbbed at the loss of that warm grasp.
"You want me to jack you tonight, don't you?"
Jack clenched his teeth. "Yes."
"Yes what?" Grady loved this part.
"Yes, please jack me off. I want you to."
"Well good. And I was thinking that maybe tomorrow night you could go without being jacked, so you'd have a nice load for Matt on Saturday."
Jack gasped. "Grady..."
"Now Jack, not another word. If you try to argue any more, I won't do it tonight either. If that happened you know it would mean two nights without relief and you'd be going wild, especially after the load you've built up in those balls from your excitement on the back steps. It's hard enough on you when you're getting a daily jack off. Two days would be impossible."
Internally Jack was going wild, but he knew enough not to say anything more. Grady patted his abs reassuringly, then grasp his dick.
"Let's get started. Give me a nice big load tonight, Jack, and then you'll be set to wait until Saturday."
He didn't need any lube. Jack's dick leaked the sap profusely as Grady jacked. He thought he'd try a fast and slow tonight, just to keep Jack on edge. He was getting so he could read his older brother like a book. As he jacked away, he had a new thought.
"Want to suck on my fingers, Jack?"
"What?" Jack as astounded. "When you pull stuff like that on me, it breaks the mood. Man I was building up to a really good one-"
"Just suck on the fingers, Jack. We'll start with two. We can begin doing that every night from now on. It's good practice. And I'll get back to working that meat of yours."
Jack obeyed almost mechanically because Grady's hand had grasped his pole again in the now familiar movement. Jack's sucking improved as Grady move him closer to an orgasm.
As he saw him get ready to tense, Grady asked "Are you enjoying my fingers?"
Jack wasn't even thinking clearly he was so caught up in the approaching sexual climax, he merely nodded vigorously. His sucking ability was strengthening.
"Good work, Jack for a first time. But you need to always keep the suction really tight." He was jacking him rapidly now. "Can you remember that?"
Jack nodded wildly as he began shooting out one of the biggest loads he could remember. When it was over his brow was sweaty. His hands were still clasped rigidly behind his head as Grady released his dick and patted him on the shoulder.
"I'll wipe that up for you, Jack. Then you need to get to sleep."
When Matt joined them at the bus stop the next morning, he told them he had gotten a text from Grover.
"He said he'd catch the bus at his regular spot. It seems his buddy agreed to sit by the window and let Grover have the aisle seat." He couldn't keep a straight face and began laughing loudly.
"What's so funny?" Jack asked.
"He wants to be able to see how boned you are. I promised him he'd have something to see."
Jack looked at Grady. This was another example of Matt trying to run things. To his surprise Grady just nodded.
Matt looked at Jack. "Well?"
"Well what, Matt?"
"Well pull it out so we can see how it looks today."
"Is he supposed to be doing that? It sounds like it's your job," he complained to Grady.
Grady sighed. "Look, Jack, you said the bus driver saw you yesterday, so we can't do that any more. All he wants to do is see you get yourself hard. He can't touch yours until Saturday – that's part of the agreement. But if he only wants to see it hard, what's wrong with that?"
"Well for one thing, if I start making myself hard this early, and if you aren't going to jack-" He broke off, not wanting Matt to know about that.
But Matt caught on right away. "You're going to make him save up a load for me? No jacking until he comes to me tomorrow? And I do mean when he cums to me or cums for me." Matt looked like a kid at Christmas. Jack was mortified.
"Better get started" Grady said. "The bus will be along pretty soon."
"Yes, Jack, and I want it really hard, not just halfway there. I want that bone out and ripped NOW!" Matt was triumphant.
Realizing the time was passing, Jack unzipped and pulled it out, facing away from the street. After a few strokes, he realized he wasn't getting anywhere.
"I don't know why it won't get hard."
"I do. It misses my hand" Grady explained, reaching over and fondling it. "It's been so long since you jacked it, your cock doesn't recognize you. But I'll get it up soon. I know what it expects."
Amazingly that's what happened. Grady was doing such a good job they almost didn't hear the bus coming. Grady jumped away and Jack zipped up. He realized his erection would definitely be showing when he walked down the aisle.
When they got on the bus, Mr. Johnson gave Jack a suspicious stare. And going to the back, Grover did try to reach out but Jack grabbed his hand and pushed it away. A couple of guys in the next row giggled and made plans to try to do that the next time they had aisle seats on the bus. High school freshmen are typically like that. But in Jack's world, they had a better chance of succeeding than most places. And they were not the only ones making plans. Two big sophomores, known for pranks they pulled on people, had seen the pictures of Jack as well as the reaction of students on the bus, and they had a good idea of what people would like to see next. But they were going to have to wait their turn. Today's events were already set in motion.
Surprisingly enough, the driver didn't stop Jack when they were exiting the bus. In fact Jack got all the way into the building, and was checking plans with Zack for the afternoon, before Grossman came up and put a big hand on his shoulder.
"Sorry to pull him away" he explained to Zack as he hauled Jack down the hall. Zack made a note that this was another of the many strange things going on that Jack would have to explain to him this afternoon.
Jack felt real resentment building up over the way they were treating him. He was flattered that these two linebacker seniors enjoyed his company so much, but he didn't like the way they were going about it.
Perkins greeted him with a grin in the same training room where they had taken him the day before.
"Well here he is! How's it going, champ? Ready to get rid of that underwear?"
Grossman grasped his arms from behind, and Perkins started taking his pants down.
"I can do it myself" Jack complained.
Both guys laughed. "Sure, but it's more fun if we do it ourselves."
Once his pants had dropped to his ankles, Perkins touched his briefs. "They're damp again today. What's up with that, Jack?"
He didn't have an answer. Plus Perkins was rubbing the briefs and it was getting him hard again.
"Hey, Grossman, our little guy is boning up again."
"I'm not little! You keep using that word. I'm six feet tall and I'm 16. Just because you're what six foot five and weight twice as much as me, that doesn't make me little."
"Aw, Grossman, I think we hurt the little guy's feelings. If I play with this thing of his much more, do you think it'll get him happy for us?"
"If not, let me try. I know a lot of ways to make a guy his age VERY happy, right?"
"Grossman, he's going to think you're a child molester. Let me get these damp briefs off, and I will show him something really great that I think he'll enjoy wearing."
Jack looked suspicious, but privately he was glad Perkins had stopped `checking out' the dampness in his briefs.
Perkins dropped the briefs on the floor and opened a small unmarked brown bag. Inside was a circular thing of stainless steel.
"It's a cock ring!" Grossman chuckled. "Where did you get it?"
"Went all the way to Macon after school yesterday. That's the closest sex shop I know of."
Jack just stared. "I don't understand."
"Jack, little buddy, you're going to love it. It clicks on right at the base of your cock and balls. It sort of lifts them up and out for a better display. I mean if you've got it, flaunt it, right?"
He slipped it in place and then took a tiny key and locked it. It felt odd on Jack and he didn't like the idea it made his junk show off more. He wanted it to show off less, not more.
"Plus it's got one great feature. Feel here right behind your balls, feel that little egg like thing? I have the remote for it, and it works within 200 feet. While we're at school, if I click it, it starts a quiet vibrating. I mean you'll hear the hum, but it doesn't carry far. At least it's not supposed to. So anytime I want to send you a happy thought, I'll just click the remote and your little world will really start to hum. It's even got different speeds."
Jack looked at him in horror, while Grossman collapsed on the floor laughing.
"Don't worry, I won't make anything embarrassing happen. It's just for fun. And catch me before you leave school and I'll take it off and give you your underwear back. How does that sound?"
Jack's expression still hadn't changed. "I have to catch the bus. I can't stay after school."
"Well you'll have to. That cock ring cost money. I can't have you just going home with it. And I have the only key."
"Well then just take it off now."
"I can't do that, Jack. I mean what's the fun in that?"
For the first time since all this began, Jack was truly close to tears.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
Perkins sensed how close to tears Jack really was. "Aw, little buddy, we can't help it. You're just so much damn fun to play with. Don't you know that?" He reached out his big arms and wrapped them around Jack, lifting him off the floor. "Somebody needs a hug."
Jack was still naked from the waist down, and Perkins' clothes were rough. But still it did make him feel good to be held like that. In fact...
"He's starting to get hard!" Grossman said, having watched all this with more than simple curiosity. "He's boning on you, Perk!"
"Well that's why we all love him, right? Let me put him down so I can see that thing."
As he looked Jack up and down, he squeezed the remote and Jack gave a start. His erection did too.
"Ha! I knew he'd like that thing. Now get your pants on, Jack. I don't want to have to invent another story for Miss Fitzsimmons' class."
Jack pulled them on while still pleading, "Not all day, Perkins. No underwear and that thing zapping me; I can't take it."
"Aw. Do you need another hug? I'd hate for you to walk in class with that bone sticking out, but if it takes another hug, I'm willing to do my part."
Jack shook his head. He hurried out as Perkins called, "I'll catch you later!" and gave the remote another buzz. He and Grossman convulsed with laughter.
The morning for Jack was spent dreading the buzzing sensation and then relaxing since he was never hit a second time right away. Sometimes it was only a quick buzz, but other times it was like a signal: one long beep and two quick ones, b-u-z-z buzz-buzz. It made his balls vibrate, but in a good way, and it sent a signal up the length of his dick to the very tip where he couldn't help but drip a drop or two. It was embarrassing even though somehow it also felt good. He wished he wouldn't picture Perkins hugging him each time he felt the charge.
In Miss Fitzsimmons' class he had an awkward moment. Perkins sent him a zap just as the teacher was walking by his desk, and she leaned over.
"I know about your problem," she said sympathetically, "so if you need a bathroom pass, let me know. I understand about yesterday."
Of course yesterday's excuse was a lie Perkins told, and Miss Fitzsimmons seemed to think today was a recurrence of what Perkins called `his problem.'
Finally lunch period arrived, and he got to sit with Zack and feel like a real person again. He was tired of people treating him like he was either a freak or their own personal plaything.
He had decided to go ahead on the bus with Zack for his house, no matter what Perkins had said. He was in the midst of making their afternoon plans when Perkins came up to the table.
"Hey Zack. What are you and Jack up to?"
Jack was surprised. He didn't know they knew each other. Perkins gave another squeeze to the remote, and Jack almost vibrated. Zack looked at him with concern, before asking Perkins "How come you're not eating with the rest of the jocks like you usually do?"
"Is that a nice way to treat a neighbor?"
Neighbor? This was getting worse by the minute. Plus that last zap had made him drip again.
"Well since you never do sit with us, what's up?"
"So you two are friends, eh?"
"Yep. In fact Jack's coming home with me for the afternoon."
Perkins just beamed. This was getting better and better.
"Well I'll give both of you a ride home. Jack needs to see me the minute school's out, and you can come with him. It's the old training room. Know where that is?"
Zack nodded. Jack couldn't tell how all this was registering with Zack.
"Jack's got something I lent him, and I want you to see it. Here, look at this remote. Give it a long click."
Jack was shaking his head but Zack didn't know what to make of it. He pressed the button and Jack gasped and put his head down on the table. Grossman was passing by and saw it all. "Way to go, Perkins!" he chortled.
Perkins took the remote back. "See you guys at 3." As he left, the bell rang.
Getting up, Zack turned to him and asked "What was that all about?"
"You wouldn't believe it" Jack said. "Let's get to class."
When Perkins greeted them in the old training room at 3, he was grinning ear to ear.
"Watch this, Zack. Drop your pants, Jack."
When Zack saw the cock ring with the zapper, he was shocked.
"Why would you do that to him?"
Perkins was puzzled. "Is it any worse than anything that's happened to you?"
Jack wondered what things Perkins was talking about. But Perkins was reaching down there unlocking the ring. Jack was totally relieved until Perkins said "Zack, come check this dick out. See how much he drips?"
"Did that gadget of yours make him do that?"
"Maybe. But he's been dropping a lot this week. I can just give him a great big hug and he'll start."
With that he got behind Jack, wrapped his arms around him again, and began lifting him up in the air and shaking him side to side.
"See? It just splatters out."
"Well don't point it at me" Zack complained. Still, even though Jack was his friend, he couldn't help but be fascinated with this phenomenon. With that dick flopping around and throwing drops of stuff in all directions, he had to smile. It really was funny to watch.
"Check it out, Zack. Come on, man, grab that thing. See how wet it is. Come on get it now!"
Caught up in the moment, he grabbed Jack's dick and got so much precum on his fingers he couldn't help but give that thing a squeeze. It came to life instantly in his had.
"See? It has a life of its own!"
Zack nodded, remembering how boned his friend had been this week. And it was an odd feeling, holding a guy's dick in his hand. He had never done anything like this before. He got embarrassed at how much he was enjoying it.
"He's not hard yet, but lemme show you what will make him bone up instantly."
With one arm still wrapped around Jack's waist, Perkins took Jack's semi erection in his other hand and began a couple of strokes. It went totally hard almost immediately.
"See? He likes me. He really likes me!" Perkins trumpeted triumphantly.
"Please" Jack groaned. It felt so good. He needed some relief, but not this way.
"Please what? Want me to do more? Want Zack to help?"
Zack couldn't believe how caught up in this he was. He was grinning even as he was blushing. Perkins moved his hand to give Zack some stroke time now that he had gotten it so hard. He still couldn't believe the power he seemed to have over Jack's cock.
"Go ahead, Zack. I think he likes my hand best of all, but with a little work I'll bet he'll like yours too. I'll sort of gently rotate him and maybe even stick a finger up his butt."
Jack's eyes went wide. No! But he felt a precum covered finger pressing at his hole, even as Zack began a sincere jacking of his dick. He seemed to take courage from Jack's moans, and his strokes got bolder, tighter, and faster.
"Tell Zack how much you appreciate his handiwork."
The finger in Jack's hole was slick and firm, and it lunged further in as if to demand Jack give an answer.
In his moans he gasped, "Thanks, Zack. I've been needing this all day. And...um...can you pick up the speed? I think I'm getting ready to blow anytime."
As he came, Perkins inserted a second finger up his butt. He couldn't believe how good that felt! When his orgasm was over, he still tried to dry hump into Zack's hand. Zack looked up and grinned, then clasp his bone again, holding and jacking it with a firmness that was mind boggling. When it was over Jack collapsed on the floor.
"Better get dressed. I got to get you two guys home." Perkins was as happy as he had ever been. He had plans for the future.
End of Part 4
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