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 Eight – Perkins and Matt
Matt had a dilemma. Dex had genuinely seemed scared last night when he called, telling Matt to take all his vids and pics of Jack and give them to somebody named Perkins at school. But he didn't want to give them up, no matter what Dex said.
As he rolled out of bed, his morning hard pressing against his sleep shorts, he made a decision. He would give some of them to this Perkins, but some of them he wouldn't ever give up. He could run off a quick copy for himself, but more importantly he needed them for blackmail.
He knew he could never get a guy like Jack to submit to this stuff on his own. Matt knew he had to have something to keep Jack in his hands, because Grady's big brother had become too important to him to give him up so easily.
In fact if Matt took a real look at himself, he'd see that he was obsessed with Jack. That body, those muscles, that dick...and that butt. He had lately become filled with thoughts of stuffing other things up Jack's butt, not just the frozen hot dog and its Ben Gay buddy.
Ah, that bone. He could still feel the throb of it. It was just so damned great to work on, to jack to his heart's content. On the vids, he mesmerized himself with lust every time he watched it. He relived those moments from Saturday as if they were the greatest thing in his life. And for him they were.
And now Dex wanted to take all that away. It just wasn't fair. It was like all the things Dex had done to him, the things that big brothers do to little brothers, only with Dex there was always a twist to it. Like calling him downstairs the night their folks were out and Dex had friends over to party. Dex had made him strip while the guys whistled and hooted and made remarks. Then Dex had thrown his clothes outside. The others helped and carried him halfway down the street. When he ran for home, they outran him, gathered up his clothes, and locked the front door. The porch lights were on and they told him if he didn't stand there facing the street, they were going to do worse things. They even told him what things. Very specific things. Things that still made him cross his legs with both fear and excitement when he remembered them. That wasn't fair.
Matt worked himself up into a real temper, and after a quick bathroom trip he set about making sure he could keep what he wanted, and use it do more stuff with Jack. He wouldn't give up his hold on Jack. No matter what his actions did to his brother. Dex was in Texas. What could possibly happen to him there because of what he did here?
He got to the bus stop early, anxious to tell Grady what was going on. Fortunately Grady got there ahead of Jack. By the time he was finished, Grady was furious. An unsuspecting Jack had no idea what he was walking into.
"What the hell do you mean telling people at school about Matt and what I let him do with you?"
"Huh?"
"Who is this Perkins?"
Jack realized then what this was about.
"He's a senior. A big linebacker. A really big linebacker. He lives across the street from Zack."
Matt felt a twinge. So it was all real.
"And he's really into drugs and crime?" he asked hesitantly.
Jack frowned. "No. What ever gave you that idea?"
"Well his family is then. They must be rich."
"They have a really nice house but I've never met his folks. Perkins is an ok guy. He just doesn't want you making pictures of me and showing them around. He's doing me a favor by asking you not to."
"Asking me?" Matt's voice rose to a tremble. "Asking me Jack? He scared the shit out of Dex. I'm supposed to give all that stuff I have on you to him today and promise him that I don't have anything else to hold over you."
Grady, having been left out of the proceedings, desperately needed to assert himself. He couldn't let it seem Jack was in charge of something, and he needed Matt to appreciate his hold on Jack.
"I told you never to mention anything to anybody. Why did you do it?"
Jack shrugged. "It's a complicated story, but I didn't have much choice. And Perkins is only doing this as a favor to me."
Grady tried to puff himself up as he said "Well you'll pay for this, I assure you."
Jack couldn't help but bust out laughing. His pudgy little brother looked like nothing so much as a cartoon version of a frog.
At that moment the bus appeared.
Mr. Johnson just nodded to the three as they got on. Jack looked down the aisle to spot Zack. He saw Pallmerri and Bozart sitting together as they normally did, not across from each other as they had done yesterday. He knew they weren't going to try and grab him, although he wouldn't put anything past them.
As he went past Pallmerri faked a crotch grab, causing Jack to give a quick bow. The pair snickered as he went on, and some of the sophomores had knowing grins. Jack hated how so many people seemed to feel like they could do anything they wanted to him. But deep inside, he also had a feeling of pride that so many people seemed to want his body or his dick.
And then a voice inside him asked, what do you mean your body or your dick. They're the same thing, aren't they? You are your body and your dick and your ass. Think about that, Jack. Your butt. They want that too. Kinda makes you feel a certain twinge, right?
Jack hated it when that inner voice talked to him. It said stuff that made him have to think. Some days he didn't like having to think. This was one of them.
Perkins was waiting near the bus stop when they arrived.
"That's him" he told Matt. Matt and Grady both headed over. Jack didn't even wait to watch. He headed for the boys' bathroom to do his daily task of removing his briefs like Perkins had commanded. Actually he was getting used to going commando, even if sometimes those gut-wrenching erections were totally visible for all to see. Even with his hand in his pocket, he didn't think he was able to hide much.
Before he could finish pulling them off, a hand reached over the door stall and a voice said "I'll take them now."
It was Perkins. Jack complied.
Then the voice said "Unlock the door,"
"Ok but let me pull my pants back up."
"I didn't say to pull your pants back up, Jack. What was it I said?'
He sounded kind of ominous.
"You said to open the door."
"Well?"
"Oh I see." He opened the door and Perkins stepped in. He was massive and filled the stall all by himself. Jack wasn't exactly small, but Perkins' size always dwarfed him. And yet...it was the sheer size of Perkins that got him hard every time he thought about him.
Perkins always enjoyed using his hands to play with Jack. He liked the little gasps Jack made when his fingers found a new spot on his body to touch.
"I see that dick has survived yesterday afternoon's exercises all right." He began fingering it. Jack knew he was always to keep his arms away when Perkins was doing that. He hoped he wouldn't bone up right in front of him, but that was like hoping the sun wouldn't come up in the east every day.
Once Jack was totally boned and the tip was moist, Perkins nodded his head in approval.
"You know something, Jack? You're ok. You just do too much independent thinking. When I say do something, that's not the time to think of variations on what I say. If I say open the door, that doesn't mean you can pick something else to do first. It's important, Jack. I don't like being crossed."
That last part sounded ominous. Jack's eyes widened. "You mean I have to do everything you say in exactly the way you say it?"
"Yes" he replied with a grin. "You got it right."
He released his fingers from the tip of Jack's dick, where it had been enjoying the feeling of it. He looked down at the moistness on his fingers.
"Clean it off."
"Sure" Jack said, reaching for some toilet paper.
A strong hand grabbed his arm, pulling him over and down.
"I said to clean it off, not wipe it off, not get toilet paper. See, Jack, that's what I mean about the danger of independent thinking."
Jack was bewildered. He was about to ask what to do, when Perkins' other arm grabbed him, pulling his face down to those moist fingers. Jack caught on. He sucked Perkins' fingers. He sucked them good. Real good. Then Perkins let go.
"You can pull your pants back up now. It's time for you and that bone of yours to head off to first period."
His first period class took him by the old chemistry lab. The first call-in bell had already rung, and along that hall no students were visible. Jack was jumped as he passed the doorway. It was so fast he didn't know who did it, but once inside with the door locked he realized it was Pallmerri and Bozart. They both were grinning like crazy.
"Got you now, you jerkoff" Pallmerri crowed.
"Yeah! You got us in trouble yesterday."
"You got yourselves in trouble" Jack said. They were each holding an arm, and Jack looked down to see his erection was still throbbing. Sometimes it seemed like it took forever for that thing to go down.
Pallmerri told Bozart to hold both Jacks' arms behind him. Then he stood in front of Jack, poking his face into Jack's.
"We can't stand for some guy to show off his body the way you do. It's cheap and it's not what real guys do. So we're gonna make sure you learn to never do that again."
"You were the ones trying to strip me on the bus yesterday."
That brought Pallmerri to a halt while he thought about it. Then looking down he saw Jack's erection.
"See that thing? See how you walk around school like you're proud of not being able to contain yourself. Well I'm gonna get those pants off and I'm gonna fix that thing so nobody has to ever look at it again."
The room itself was filled with unneeded items and discarded junk. The long table that once housed Bunsen burners and gas jets was strewn with beakers, flasks, small glass dishes, and tongs. To Jack, any of these could be a weapon of torture. He kept twisting trying to get away.
When Pallmerri yanked his pants down and off, Jack stopped struggling. He wasn't going anywhere with that big erection and no pants. The erection bobbed like a long necked goose drinking water.
Pallmerri laughed. "You should see this damn thing, Bozart. It's fuckin' unbelievable. No wonder he goes around showing it off. Shit!"
He reached out and gave it a slap. Jack winced and the thing itself bobbed even more. Pallmerri laughed.
"I can teach that pecker a thing or two" and he gave it another slap. Jack doubled over but Bozart kept holding his arms behind him.
"Lemme see it!" Bozart complained. "I can't see from back here."
"Then grab something to tie his hands and come around front."
An old extension cord worked pretty well and soon Bozart could stand there and look to his heart's content. He even tried a few swats at it himself, laughing like mad.
"This could get to be a habit."
Pallmerri frowned. "This isn't fun time, Bozart! He's here to pay for what he's been doing, getting us in trouble like that and pissing me off generally."
"But you were doing it to him first."
"Shut up. Grab those pants, toss them in the hall, and relock the door."
When that was done, Pallmerri unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. Long, thick, and greasy, it had rightly earned the nickname the Italian sausage. He waved it a little and Jack gulped. Bozart stared at it in awe.
"Come on, Jack, open that mouth of yours and get ready to give me the best blow job of your life."
Jack shook his head defiantly. "No way. I'm not putting that thing in my mouth. You can't tell where it might have been."
"For your information it's been in my pants. Now open up before I have to shove something up your ass to get results."
It began to lengthen, like some snake coming out of its nest. Bozart watched it, unconsciously licking his lips.
Pallmerri picked up a long-necked glass flask and looked at it appreciatively.
"I think this is about the right length to go up your butt and prompt you to get your mouth open. Right?"
Jack tried to shift away, but Pallmerri reached out and grabbed him by his erection, pulling him forward.
"I knew that thing of yours must be good for something. Now before I crank it down, you get on your knees and get ready."
Jack kept shaking his head. Pallmerri's grip on his erection didn't relax. Jack was afraid he'd erupt all of the other two at any moment.
"I'm about to cum" Jack croaked, barely able to contain himself.
That was the moment a voice came over the intercom, "Alphonso Pallmerri, report to the principal's office immediately." For clarity it repeated the message.
"Damn!" he responded, letting go of Jack's dick. "Bozart, take care of him. I'll be back when I can. I never know how long these things will last."
When he left, Bozart didn't lock the door after him. Instead he kept looking at Jack's dick.
"You say that thing was about to fire off just now?" His words sounded liquid, like he was salivating or something. His eyes seemed hungry with lust.
"Can you untie my hands?" Jack asked.
Bozart seemed not to have heard him. "I can see it sure acts like it's ready to fire." He reached out a hand tentatively and Jack again stepped back.
"It's nice, Jack. I can see why you enjoy it so much."
"Bozart."
"Huh?"
"My hands. Can you untie them? It'd feel so much better if I wasn't tied like this."
Bozart was so close to it Jack could feel his warm breath on it.
"I think I want that thing, Jack."
"Well ok, but untie my hands first."
As Bozart again reached out for it, Jack turned his back and asked again to untie his hands. Bozart, like he was coming out of a trance, said "Huh? What? Oh, sure. Just a sec."
When that was done, Jack on his own turned back to Bozart. "I'll be glad to let you blow me, but I want my pants first. I don't have to put them on, but I want them here. They're in the hall and someone could swipe them."
But Bozart was back into his trance, moving closed to Jack's erection. He touched it.
"I like the way it quivers when I touch it. Does it do that all the time or just for me?"
Jack decided Bozart was a few bricks shy of a load, but he played along hoping he wouldn't have to run out into the hall to get his pants.
"Probably just for you. But I know it would be a lot happier if I had my pants in here and not in the hall."
"They'll still be there" he said as his mouth engulfed Jack entire erection.
He had never felt anything like it before. It was like Bozart's throat muscles began a heated massage, and the suction of his mouth seemed to want to set afire all the nerves in his penis. He had never experienced a tingle like that, one that made other nerves on his body respond as well.
Caught up in the moment, Jack wanted it to last. But he had been too close to the edge to hold back long, and soon he was blasting loads of hot cum down Bozart's throat. Bozart gobbled it down eagerly, reluctant to even give up Jack's penis afterward, although Jack was struggling to get away. The post orgasm was too intense and it finally hurt to have his dick still caught up in that mouth. When he pulled free, he had to sit down on the floor. He was totally drained.
Bozart continued licking his lips. "That was so great. Can we do it again soon?"
"I'm afraid I'll have to recover from this for a while" Jack replied, knowing he wasn't going to let this happen again.
He raced into the hall as the bell started ringing, and just managed to get his pants on before the next class.
He and Zack were eating lunch in the cafeteria when Zack commented, "You sure have a glow that you didn't have this morning. Something great happen to you?"
Zack blushed. Bozart's blowjob had left him on a real high that didn't seem to go away.
"Oh I don't know" he said, trying to suppress a grin.
"Did you have sex with someone?"
"Kind of."
"Tell me."
So he told about being nabbed and what Bozart did. He didn't say that it was the best blowjob ever, since Zack had practiced blowing him yesterday. But it definitely was the best. Bozart knew how to do it good...very good.
When he was finished, Zack said "I heard Pallmerri got suspended. I don't know what it was for this time, but that's getting to be a habit with him." Then after a pause he asked, "Did you bring a banana with you? For Perkins' counseling session?"
"I forgot."
"Here. I brought one from home since I figured you would. Jack, you've got to take Perkins more seriously. He means business. If you get on his bad side, there's no way out."
Jack took this opportunity to ask, "Is he really into crime? Is his family involved in drugs and prostitution and stuff?"
Zack's green eyes darkened. "I don't ever want to know. I like Perkins, and I've met his folks a few times and they seem nice enough. But...I think there's more going on over at his house than meets the eye."
"I like him. Even if he's toying with me, it's fun. I don't know how to explain it, but I like being around him."
"You coming home with me this afternoon?"
"Sure, if that's ok with you."
The fifth period counseling session with Perkins started out as usual.
"Ok drop the pants and climb up here."
He straddled Perkins while he was told to practice with the banana. Peeled it went in fine, but his throat muscles reacted, making him gag. For a second he thought he might choke. Perkins laughed.
"You'll overcome that when you've practiced enough. But look at the banana. See the scrape marks? You're letting your teeth get in the way. It's all lips, tongue, and throat. Practice a little more while I check out your dick."
As he played with it, moving it gently with his giant fingers, he asked "Your little brother still giving you a hand job at night?"
"Yep."
"Does he suspect you're getting relief anywhere else?"
"Nope." He could feel Perkins fingers probing the head.
"That's probably ok for now. But the time will come when we'll have to force him to stop. You're not getting addicted to him doing it, are you?"
"No," he said removing the banana so he could talk. But I have to admit some time it's pretty funny watching him trying to be so cool about jacking it."
Perkins frowned. "You're not getting very hard, Jack. Why's that?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's too soon after lunch."
Perkins' face became a thundercloud. "Don't lie to me. This thing's been worked ...and in the last couple of hours, too. What happened?"
Jack twisted as he sat, his legs spread apart on either side of Perkins' thighs.
"Pallmerri's buddy Bozart blew me down in the old chemistry lab. I didn't have much choice."
The thundercloud was still visible. "If anyone threatens you in the future, you come to me. I will handle those things. As of right now, you are mine. Mine alone. Got that?"
Jack wasn't sure whether to be glad or scared. His own family was twisted enough. He wondered what getting this deeply involved with Perkins would lead to.
"Get up a minute."
Perkins reached down in his sports bag and produced a small butt plug. It was about three inches long, black, and gleamed in the light. The tip was shaped like the head of a penis. Jack looked at it with interest. He liked learning about anything new. He had never seen anything like it before.
Perkins seemed pleased at Jack's reaction. He enjoyed turning people on to new things. Squeezing some lube from a sample packet, he said "Lay across my knees like you're going to get a spanking."
Jack started to protest but quickly thought better of it. Sprawled across those massive legs, he felt his butt cheeks being parted. Perkins blew a stream of air across his crack.
"Nice hole, Jack."
"Thanks. I'm kind of proud of it myself."
"This little gadget will make you even prouder. I want you to start wearing it every day. When you're at home at night and your brother comes in, it's ok to have it removed. No need to raise more questions than necessary."
"Right." Jack nodded but he was worried. He had never had anything stuffed up there but Perkins' finger that one time. Oh and the two frozen hot dogs from Matt. But this was different.
"Won't it feel odd being inside me?"
"You'll get used to it. In fact in time you will not only enjoy it, but look forward to putting different sized plugs up there. Want to kiss it before I insert it?"
He held it close to Jack's face.
Jack shook his head. "No, thanks just the same."
A powerful hand came down hard on his butt cheeks, making him squeal.
"That wasn't a suggestion. Now would you like to kiss it, or does your butt want more swats?"
"Oh thanks! Yes I'll gladly kiss it" Jack said.
"Good boy."
Perkins then lubed it good, rubbed some lube across the entrance to Jack's hole, and began inserting it.
"It's a beginners' plug, three inches to start with. It's got a little flat piece at the end, to hold it in place. Three is about right but I'll increase the plug size once you can handle this successfully."
"What do you mean successfully?"
"I want you to learn to enjoy this, Jack. To be able to sit in class and squirm and feel a kind of joy not many boys in your class have ever experienced."
Perkins worked it in while Jack struggled to keep quiet. It felt so odd. He didn't think he was going to like it very much. When he had finished, Perkins asked "How does it feel?"
"It feels like I need to go to the bathroom."
He burst out laughing. "There's only one you, Jack. Trust me on that."
When he got Jack to stand up and walk around the room, he saw Jack was getting an erection.
"Fringe benefit. I see your dick has come back to life again. A good butt plug rightly placed can do that every time. Learn these sex lessons as we go along. I may give you a test at the end. Now come sit in my lap and squirm around while I play with it."
Jack realized these counseling sessions were going to be very odd experiences.
After Perkins had gotten his dick totally hard again, Jack asked, "You keep playing with mine. When do I get to play with yours?
Perkins responded solemnly, "You never do. I play with guys' dicks, but nobody plays with mine. I can touch yours, but the only way you can ever touch mine is with your mouth. That's half the fun – I can do something to guys that they can never do to me."
Jack thought about it a minute as Perkins lightly massaged the gleaming head.
"That somehow doesn't seem quite fair, does it?"
"Who said anything about fair? Life has certain rules, and that's one of mine."
There was a somewhat timid knock at the door.
"Who is it?"
A shaky voice replied "Matt Vinson."
Turning to Jack, Perkins said "Hide under the desk."
When he was hidden, Perkins called out to come in.
Matt looked white faced and shaken. "Why did you send for me?"
"First of all, take off all your clothes when you talk to me. I don't talk to people like you when you've got clothes on. You don't even deserve to wear clothes around me."
Matt looked terrified at the tone in Perkins' voice and the look on his face. Apparently Matt had finally learned enough to realize who he was messing with. He undressed in a hurry. When he was naked, Perkins looked him up and down.
"You're too far away. Stand up on the desk so I can check you out."
Matt was close to hyperventilating. All the color had drained out of his face.
"Why...why did you send for me?"
Perkins was still seated. He looked up at Matt and said "I can understand why you would think you could duplicate some of your pics and vids of Jack Cooper, but why tell your little friends you did it? Why brag that you still have the material?"
Matt trembled. "I didn't tell anyone! I swear, Perkins. I never told a soul."
Perkins gave an evil grin. "Well, Vinson, you just told me."
His hand shot out grabbing Matt by the balls. Matt bent over and dropped to his knees to relieve the pressure.
"You should know I'm no one to mess with."
"I know it now. I swear, Perkins."
"I'm not so sure. I may just crush those balls right here. That way if you ever had any sex at all, even jacking off, the pain would be so intense you wouldn't be able to stand it. You'd go the rest of your life dying to have an orgasm but never being able to. Think that might be a good punishment for disobeying me?"
The pain in his balls was fierce. He had tears in his eyes.
"Please."
"Please? Please what? Please crush them now?"
"No Perkins, please don't. I'm sorry . Please let me go."
"Did you let Jack go when he begged you?"
"This isn't the same."
"Oh but it is." He paused, and then relaxed his grip on Matt's balls.
"Here's what you'll do instead. First off, tonight you'll give Jack Cooper the best blow job of his life. Second you'll take that notorious camera of yours and get him to take a picture of you doing it. Then you'll print up a nice big glossy 8x10. His face will be hidden since he's taking the picture. But anyone who sees it will know you suck cock. You're just a freshman. Do you want to go all the way through high school having people know that you're a cocksucker? I don't think so."
Matt groaned. "What if he won't let me?"
"That's your problem. You've got to beg him to let you blow him. But that's not all your assignment."
"There's more?" Matt was incredulous. This was huge and there was more?
"Oh yes there's more. I'm going to teach you what it means to cross me. You are to take two of your friends home with you after school and get them to shave your dick and your balls. Using that camera of yours, each of the two guys is to take a picture of the other shaving you. Use any excuse you can think of as to why they are doing all that, but it has to be done. Again, make 8x10 glossy prints of each one. Bring them to me tomorrow too."
Matt felt like crying. This was the most embarrassing thing he had ever had happen. He didn't think he could face people afterward. He didn't know what to do. He started to sob but tried to hide it.
"Can I get dressed and go now?"
"One more thing."
"Ohhhh please don't add anything more."
"Just one thing." Perkins had an evil sadistic grin now. "One little thing. One very little thing."
"What is it?" Matt's voice trembled.
"I want you to get yourself hard while they are shaving you."
Matt buried his face in his hands. "No, no, nooo." He was openly sobbing now.
"Get dressed and get out of here."
"Please Perkins, can't I just-"
"If you don't shut up and get dressed this minute, I'm going to throw you out and leave your clothes in here and you can run naked down the hall. Do you understand? And I want those pictures and a full account of your blow job before first period in the morning."
Matt had never dressed so fast. Even so, Perkins made a lunge across the desk as Matt was desperately opening the door. He missed, on purpose.
When the door had slammed shut, he said "Jack, you can come out now. And I'm sure you'll enjoy that blow job tonight. Consider it a present from me."
(End of Part Eight)
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