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. Gradually the news spreads, much to Jack's discomfort.
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Part 6 - The Bus Stops Here
For Jack, the rest of Saturday was a blur. He was very tired, and his dick was sore. It stayed unusually limp, fortunately. He didn't even like to hold it to pee. Grady watched him in the bathroom and snickered.
"That thing seems worn out."
"I never want to go through anything like that again."
"I'm going over to Matt's this afternoon. Do you want to come along and watched the video with us?" Grady snickered.
Jack gave him a look of contempt. But Grady couldn't resist trying to make Jack sweat.
"If you don't go, there'd be room for somebody else to watch it. Do you have anyone in mind? After all, you're the star." He chuckled.
Jack didn't even dignify the remark with an answer.
"Well, if you don't have any suggestions, how about Grover? I bet he'd love to see you in the flesh like that. I know he enjoyed yesterday with you standing on the back steps naked."
Jack turned on him angrily. "Matt said if I let him video that stuff, he'd never show it to anybody."
"Well then, I guess that's between you and Matt. I just know he said for me to come over and see it." He paused. "Seriously, Jack, he's really carried away with the whole thing. He may make some 8x10 prints of one or two of the best moments."
Jack was getting angrier and angrier. "He said nobody else would ever see it."
"Correction. What I think he said was nobody else would ever see the video. Obviously making some nice color prints isn't the same as showing them the video."
Jack had finished peeing. He flushed the toilet and turned to go.
"Did you call Zack back?"
"Yes, Grady. Not that it's any of your business."
"Watch the tone, Jack. Now that there's a video and enlargements in the offing, I don't think you want to make any waves with me or Matt. Now I know that thing of yours won't need any working tonight, but even so you want to be able to get some relief tomorrow night and all the following nights, right?"
Jack realized he truth of this, as much as he hated it. He called over his shoulder, "I'm going over to his house tomorrow, while you and dad are gone to church."
"Well...just remember to behave yourself, ok? You know as well as I do that the first time I find you're breaking our `no jacking' rules, that's when I'm going to dad and that means you'll be going to the doctor. You don't want that do you Jack?"
When he got no reply, he asked again" Do you, Jack?"
Reluctantly he replied, "No, Grady."
The rest of Saturday went by in a sort of blur. At some point Grady rushed triumphantly back from Matt's, holding an 8x10 glossy color print of Jack totally boned, with the hot dog poking out his butt. It was the moment he had been told to expel it out himself. Grady said Matt wanted him to autograph it "for his collection."
"What does that man?"
"I think he's really into the video stuff. He might want to make another video of you before too long. He's talked to his brother who has some great ideas."
"I'll bet Dex does. Well you said today was a one time thing."
"Right, and when I said it I truly meant it. But nothing lasts forever Jack, even verbal agreements and promises."
Jack as almost too tired to argue, but he felt he had to try and stop this new wave of interest in photographing him.
"If you can't keep your word, how do you expect me to believe you?"
"Now, Jack, you're just tired. That was quite a workout Matt gave you,. I'll be the first to admit Matt's darn good at that kind of stuff. I've just finished watching the whole thing and you were really awesome, even if you are my brother."
He reached over and patted Jack on the shoulder. "Now you get some rest and we can talk about it again tonight."
However when Grady did come in his room at bedtime, Jack was lying on top of the covers in his underwear, looking at the ceiling.
"Jack, you aren't ready for me? You aren't in position?"
"I thought you said I'd be too worn out. Plus we need to talk."
"Jack, even so, you should always be in position when I come in at bedtime. Hands behind your head, shorts in your mouth, body rigid and waiting. You know that."
"Can we talk?"
"Not until you're in position, Jack. Now don't waste time. Get ready."
He complied, but then realized that with his shorts in his mouth, he wouldn't be able to talk. "How can I talk if my mouth's full?"
"Well just get in position and I'll answer that. I really just want to talk to you, Jack. One of your problems is you never accept things, you always want to argue or question."
Once Jack was in position, Grady began a slow massaging of his abs while he talked.
"Matt is my best friend. If I want to share you with him, that's my decision, just like if I want to give you sexual relief at night that's my decision. It's not yours, Jack. That's why it's so important to do what I say and not gripe or argue."
His hands move to Jack's dick. It was totally soft and Jack was not aroused at all. Grady seemed to be playing with it almost absent mindedly, his fingers just lightly touching it, moving it to the left or right, the way one might play with a pencil on a desk.
"Always remember, Jack, that all this comes to an end if I find you're ever jacking that thing yourself. I want to always be able to say to dad that you no longer jack it. If I ever find out otherwise, I'll tell dad you fooled me and have been doing it behind my back. You know what that will probably mean, don't you, Jack?"
The fingers still idly played with the penis. Jack nodded.
"Then tell me what it means."
"It means he'll probably send me to that doctor thinking I'm a sex maniac or something."
The briefs had fallen out of his mouth. Grady picked them up distastefully, holding them away as if they were diseased. He dropped them beside the bed and got up.
"I'm going to bed, Jack. Think about all that, ok?"
Grady's fingers had made Jack begin to get back some of the sexual feelings he thought had been milked out of him that morning.
"Want to stay and see if I can get some relief?"
"No, Jack. You're too tired and I'm too tired. Goodnight."
Jack felt frustrated. Finally he dropped off to sleep.
Sunday was the best day of the weekend. He got to go to Zack's. He had decided to tell Zack most of what was going on, but he wouldn't tell him about Grady having control of his dick. That was just too mortifying.
When he finished, Zack said "Perkins doesn't really mean any harm. Let's go across the street and see if he's home. Maybe talking to him away from school will ease things for you."
Perkins was glad to see them. After Jack explained he didn't like them doing things to him, didn't understand why they made him go without underwear at school, and all the other things, Perkins just smiled.
"Come here, Jack." He pulled Jack across his knee like he was going to spank him. Instead he just started rubbing Jack's butt.
"That's a damn fine butt, Jack. Don't you think so, Zack?"
Zack shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know much about butts. "
"Yes you do. You've got one, haven't you?"
"Sure but that's no indication that I know a lot about butts."
"Well come over here then and rub your hands along this one." After a moment he added, "Pull down your pants, Jack, so Zack can really get the feel of a great butt."
Jack didn't want to, but Perkins started pulling them down and in a minute Jack was in his briefs.
"Feel that, Zack?"
"Yes."
"Isn't it great? Wouldn't you like to have a butt as fine as that?"
Jack and Zack both blushed.
"Jack do you like both of us rubbing it?"
Jack was in a quandary. It felt good...in fact it felt too good, he realized as his dick started to rise.
"Ah, we're getting results. Jack stand up here so I can pull your briefs down."
He didn't have much choice as Perkins lifted him off his knees and stood him in front of him. He yanked the briefs down to Jack's ankles. His dick stood at attention, especially since Perkins put his hand on Jack's butt and kept rubbing it.
"So smooth. Zack, that butt is like a baby's. Feel how soft the skin is. You sure don't find that every day, especially in a jock who plays football. I can swear to that."
Zack was grinning as well as blushing. He slid his hand across Jack's butt, and Jack trembled like a young stallion.
"Easy, Jack. Zack's just checking you out. I think he'd like to learn more about butts, especially yours. Right Zack?"
"I don't think -"
"Well I'll prove it. Drop your pants and shorts."
"No, Perkins, I -"
"You want me to take them off you? You know what that means. It'll be a lot worse for you, Zack."
Quick as a flash Zack had them down at his ankles.
"See that bone, Jack? If you ever doubted he liked butts, three's the proof. See how hard that dick of his is?"
Jack nodded. His own dick was beginning to get moist.
"Go ahead, Jack, check it out."
"I can see."
"No, Jack, I said check it out. Reach over there and feel how hard it is."
Slowly Jack reached over and obeyed. Perkins was right. It was hard. It was very hard. Zack gave a little moan as Jack felt the tip. Jack's own dick responded with a tremble. Perkins laughed.
"If you two ever doubted you were made for each other, you've got the answer now. You guys are so much fun to mess with."
Both boys were so overwhelmed they didn't know what to say. Both dressed quickly and said goodbye to Perkins. They hurried back to Zack's.
"I don't think that proved anything" Zack said.
"I agree. And when I jerk off, I don't think about you."
"Who do you think about then?"
"It used to be stuff in general. But lately it's been about Perkins."
"Does he know?"
"Absolutely not. And don't you ever tell him, either."
"Maybe that's just a passing interest."
"I don't want to talk about it. And what's the real story on your relationship with Perkins anyway?" He looked at Zack carefully and saw he was blushing.
"Nothing, Jack. Honest."
"Then what are you blushing for?"
"Nothing."
"He lives right across the street, he knows you so well. Has he ever messed with you? Come on, Zack. Tell me. You don't have anything to hide. Plus I can see you're still hard."
"Let's go out in the back and shoot some hoops."
That's how they spent the afternoon.
That night Grady didn't come in at all. Jack had waited, shorts in his mouth and hands behind his head, and Grady didn't show. Getting out of bed and holding his shorts, he went through the bathroom into his brother's room, and found him asleep.
"Grady" he whispered as he touched his shoulder.
Grady didn't stir. It made Jack mad that he had waited all this time, so anxious for relief, and that his little brother cared so little that he was sound asleep.
'To hell with that' he thought to himself, 'if he's asleep it's safe for me to do it on my own.' He had reached the point recently where he would rather have his little brother do him, but if Grady cared so little...
Grady stirred. "Huh?"
"Grady, I've been waiting for you."
"Oh. Sorry. Not tonight, Jack. I'm tired. We'll do it another time."
"But I can't sleep when I'm this way." His erection was pointed up like the mast of a ship. He felt like it was throbbing. He really had to have some relief.
"Sure you can. You've done it before when I didn't finish you. Tonight should be easier since I haven't even started working on your thing."
Jack was totally frustrated. He went back to his room and lay on the bed. He felt so horned. His dick was rock solid hard and he knew it wasn't going down any time soon. This just didn't seem fair to be treated this way. And on top of that, it really griped Jack that Grady had gotten Matt involved in all of this.
He stretched full length and tightened his muscles, trying to take the tension out so he could sleep. But his dick ached to be touched. He had begun recently to realize he liked Grady's hand on it better than his own. In a way that troubled him, but for times like now he knew that his own could do a fine job. He had pulled off his briefs and was lying on top of the sheet. Slowly he let his hand slide down there. Ohhhh. It was sooo good to squeeze it.
He listened to make sure no sounds were coming from Grady's room. He could get some relief now and cope with whatever Grady would torture him with tomorrow. This thing was so hard, so thick, so rigid. He loved it this way. He began stroking it and slowly picked up speed. If he could get off quick he could clean it up and get on to sleep. He needed it so bad. He wanted that feeling of totally blasting out a load while his hand went wild on it. He was getting close when -
"Stop!" Grady said quietly but like a whip. Abruptly he slapped Jack's hand away and then he whacked Jack's erection with a ping pong paddle. It stung and it was all Jack could do to keep from crying out. Grady continued to whack it with the paddle and the pain became unbearable.
Afraid to antagonize his brother at this point, Jack rolled onto his stomach to protect his dick from further pain. Grady couldn't risk using the paddle on Jack's butt because the noise would wake their father. But one side of the paddle was rough surfaced, and he used it like a sander to rub Jack's ass. When he finally stopped Jack was gasping and his butt was scratchy red. It would heal by morning, just a skin burn, but it was enough to teach him a lesson.
"I'll decide tomorrow if I tell dad what I caught you doing" Grady said, and went to bed. Grady's dick felt happy. Jack's didn't.
The long night hours went slowly for Jack. Grady on the other hand slept like the dead.
Grady didn't bring up the subject in the morning, and Jack decided it was probably best to wait until Grady had something to say. He had enough to worry about at school as it was.
When Jack boarded the bus that Monday morning, two guys in particular were waiting for him. The two oversized sophomores, Pallmerri and Bozart, had positioned themselves to the best advantage to get Jack. They had seen Grover making a grab for Jack's crotch on Friday, and they had formed a plan.
They had talked about it, actually very eagerly although neither would admit that part, and planned it over the weekend, pouring over the pics of Jack in the boys' bathroom when Perkins and Grossman held him. Both Pallmerri and Bozart agreed that any guy who lets people hold him up so cell phones could snap pics of his bone, was a guy who deserved whatever he got. And the fact that even freshmen like Grover made a grab for Jack's stuff, was in their minds proof positive that they could do whatever they wanted to him.
Pallmerri, whose hot Italian blood accounted for his insuppressible sex drive, summed it up for Bozart, "A guy who sports an erection in front of other boys, who doesn't value privacy, who likes guys to mess with him, who lets other guys expose him that way, a guy who has even these little freshmen grab at his meat, that guy has got be taught a lesson."
Bozart had agreed. "We know how to fix him good, right?"
Pallmerri was the one with ideas. Bozart respected that, and always looked to Pallmerri for leadership. Plus that hot Italian sausage of Pallmerri's had long been the stuff of Bozart's suppressed dreams. He knew he could never let Pallmerri know, but he got some relief from his suppressed desires when the two of them got some guy who really needed to be got. That was always his great dream of the ultimate adventure, he and Pallmerri doing things together, wild things, things they knew their victim would never admit happened. And doing it side by side. Buddies forever, raising hell whenever they wanted to. He boned just thinking about it.
Both boys had a wild streak, so much so that they had been held back a year when they were in the lower grades. So they were actually Jack's age, both solidly built, and both enjoyed fantasizing what they could do to somebody if he was their prisoner. Somebody like Jack, a grade ahead and a real challenge. Like hungry wolves licking their chops, they were ready for their prey when he came down the aisle.
Jack never knew what hit him. One minute he was looking to the back of the bus to spot Zack, and the next Pallmerri grabbed him, pulling him onto his lap while Bozart reached across the aisle and began pulling on Jack's pants.
Jack let out a shout and the bus driver looked back just as Bozart had Jack's belt off and his pants sliding down.
The younger kids at the front were looking back both eager and afraid. The girls were giggling, while the sophomores in their area just grinned. They knew what the dynamic duo were up to. They had seen it happen enough at school.
The bus drive stood up and headed to the back. Bozart knew they'd be stopped in just a second and there wouldn't be time to get his shorts off or even his pants all the way. So he did the next best thing and reached in Jack's briefs and grabbed his dick. Jack went wild, kicking and yelling. The boys on the bus knew what that kind of kicking and yelling signified. They all grinned and some got a bulge in their pants.
"You boys stop that! I don't intend to have any conduct like that on my bus! Stop it this minute or you'll be going to the principal's office when we get to the school!"
Bozart wanted to cop that feel for as long as he could, until the bus driver slapped him hard on the top of his head.
"Stop that! That's filthy! Where'd you ever learn such a thing!"
The bus was agog. Other buses sometimes had outbreaks of things like this, but never on this bus. Mr. Johnson was well liked and the students knew they had to behave.
Jack was mortified. Pallmerri leaned close and whispered in his ear, "This is just the beginning for you. Any guy who'd let other guys do this stuff to him, needs to be taught a lesson."
"Fuck you!" Jack said back.
Unfortunately he made his reply too loud.
"Filthy language! We don't have that on this bus!" Mr. Johnson was beside himself with rage. Bozart was holding the top of his head, glad the driver had stopped hitting him.
Some of the younger girls up front nodded their approval. Their parents often asked them about conduct on the bus, and they had always been able to give a good report.
"Jack Cooper, take yourself to the back of the bus, and you two boys sit up straight. When we get to school, I'm marching you to the principal's office myself."
"He started it" Pallmerri said, his eyes gleaming. "He's been doing stuff to us."
"That's not true!" Jack responded. "I never-"
Bozart caught Pallmerri's clue and backed him up. "He's a junior and he thinks he can get away with anything. You wouldn't believe some of the filthy stuff-"
"I'm aware of Cooper's...um...habits, but that's no excuse for what you were doing. Now sit down, shut up, and come with me when we get to school."
Jack was totally shaken. He hardly knew Pallmerri and Bozart. Plus his dick had started getting hard. Bozart had sure been able to get good results quick. He couldn't understand why that was.
Now the driver, the three boys, and Mr. Sanders sat in the principal's office. The principal had called Sanders in since he knew he had witnessed something in the boys' bathroom Friday.
To Pallmerri and Bozart, he said "You boys have been in trouble so much that I think the last time I told what would happen if I had to paddle you again."
Both buys blushed and nodded.
"So now with an audience, I am going to do what I promised – paddle you naked."
Jack was amazed. He had never heard of a principal going that far to administer a paddling. But somehow the idea of witnessing it turned him on. Even before they had stripped, Jack was totally boned.
Pallmerri's Italian sausage was long and slick, while Bozart's was short and almost hidden by his public hairs. Jack was fascinated with Pallmerri's. He wondered if it would swing around while his butt was getting paddled good.
Unfortunately they now had to face the desk and grab hold of it while the principal administered the punishment. Jack could see their butts, and it reminded him what Perkins had said the day before about good butts. Pallmerri had a great butt, while Bozart's was hairy and sort of flat.
When the principal finished , both boys had very red butts, and pulled their clothes on as fast as they could. They shot Jack some murderous glances as they left. Once out in the hall, Bozart said "He shouldn't have been allowed to watch us get punished. It was his fault anyway." Pallmerri replied "Yeah, showing himself off to everybody. We'll fix him good."
Back inside the principal thanked the bus driver and sent him on his way. Now it was only the principal, Jack, and Mr. Sanders.
"So, Jack, Mr. Sanders said you've had some bathroom problems, or sexual exposure ones at least."
Jack didn't know how to answer that. He just looked down at the floor. The principal came and put his hand on Jack's shoulder.
"We want to get you some help, Jack. The school isn't really the place for a boy who can't control his urges. We can talk to your father or ask him to set up an appointment with a good doctor. Doctors have a lot of ways to take care of boys with problems like yours. The fact that you're the only case of this that we've had, doesn't mean there aren't a lot of boys around the country with the same problem."
This hit Jack in a number of ways. They were calling him a freak, since they've never had this before. And they wanted to talk to his dad and even worse find a doctor to cure him.
His voice cracked. "Please...don't talk to my dad. Things are bad enough at home, so please..."
"Then you want us to recommend a doctor? There is a good man locally known for treating cases like yours."
"Please no doctor. There has to another way." He was desperate.
Mr. Sanders spoke up. "In addition to my teaching, I do guidance counseling. My free period is the same as your study hall. Would you be willing to come in and talk to me each day?"
Jack nodded quickly. "Yes. Yes I would."
"You know you'd have to talk about things that maybe you aren't comfortable talking about."
Desperate to get out of this ok, he said, "I agree. Whatever it takes to get past this, I'll do."
The principal returned to his desk and sat down. "Then I'll leave it with you two...for now. But Jack, you do have to be careful what things you get yourself into. You have one more year before you graduate. Whether you go to college or get a job, your work for the final two years of high school will be what you'll be judged by. Don't mess up, Jack. It's too important."
Jack nodded because he thought that was what was expected of him. What he longed to be able to say was that this wasn't his doing. If everybody – starting with his father and brother – would leave him alone, he'd get along fine. He just hoped he'd get that chance.
Unbeknownst to him, Matt and Grady had a quick conversation while classes were changing.
"You really did that, Grady? Claimed you were too tired to jack him off?"
Grady smiled roguishly. "Wish you could have seen him, the look on his face. He was begging, man. My big brother, the football jock, was begging me. I've got him eating out of my hand now. And when I caught him trying to jack it on his own, I threatened to tell dad. That scared the shit out of him."
"You've got him trained." Matt was sincerely in awe of Grady. He had another motive as well. "Can I get to do stuff to him again? I want some more pics...and a chance alone with him again."
"I think that can be arranged" he replied in his most super cool tone of voice.
"What have you got in mind for him tonight?"
"I'm still working on it. But I assure you it'll be good."
At the top of the bleachers during their regular PE class, Pallmerri and Bozart were still plotting.
"I wish we could get him on the bus – like maybe get him in the back and strip him and chase him down the aisle. That'd be payback for him getting to see us naked and getting paddled."
Pallmerri shook his head. "Too risky. Johnson'd throw us off the bus and I figure the school would expel us. My folks would kill me if that happened. No, I like the idea of exposing him in public. It's just a case of finding the right location to do it in."
Bozart felt himself getting hard. He was glad he always wore a jock. He knew if Pallmerri ever saw him getting boned over stuff they talked about, he'd be finished. Pallmerri had let him know long ago he couldn't stand any guy ever perving on him.
"But we can still try to grab him between classes still, right? We won't have to wait for a big occasion."
"I'd say tomorrow would be a good day to grab him. The chemistry lab isn't used first period. We could try to grab him then."
(End of Part Six)
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