The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
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"Friendly Persuasion" 01 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Contemporary Love Stories
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It all started two years ago, with the sounding of the late bell, two sixteen year olds racing down the hallways, Jeremy Coulter, from the north corridor, Jason Friend, putting on some speed, heading north, trekking down the east hallway.
"Oh shit!" Jason grunted out, a frontal assault occuring with the two. He sat there, on his ass, legs stretched open, like a wishbone.
Just as startled, Jeremy already was to his knees, collecting their books and papers, segregating his from Jason's. "Gee, I'm real sorry `bout all this."
Jason's initial reaction, his face showed, plus his words of gripe, portrayed a feeling of being pissed. However, watching the guy, whom he's seen around, but didn't connect with any grade subjects, hustling about, turning this way and that, pivoting on his knees, his glum demeanor slowly began to morph into a sly grin. From there, as the wheels of his brain churned away, he smiled, his anger fleeing.
Several times, as he nearly stacked two neat piles, Jeremy glanced at Jason. Finally, placing the last book on Jason's pile, he focused his attention on Jason's face, eyes darting down to the bulge in Jason's crotch, highly noticeable with his legs stretched out and parted. "What?" Jeremy questioned, bugged by Jason's wordless stare.
Reading right through him, Jason made a quick assessment of the seemingly deserted hallways, grabbed at the middle of Jeremy's chest, bunching up his striped Mossimo teen polo shirt in his fist, abruptly pulling the sophomore towards him, giving him a hardy kiss.
Not knowing how to respond, shocked to say the least, Jeremy just sat there on his knees, his jaw dropped wide open.
"Still in the closet, dude?"
"What?" is all Jeremy could render, so shocked by the gay moment. Then, in complete surrender, he asks, "Ha-how did you know?"
Letting out a laugh, Jason replies, "The minute you glanced at my crotch, dude."
"I--I..." Jeremy stuttered.
"You want it, don't you?" Jason says, luring Jeremy on.
"What do you mean?"
Bluntly and to the point, Jason tells him, "What? Never sucked a guy's cock before?"
Gulping, a noticed sound to it, Jeremy looks over his shoulder, then forward, down each hallway, then remarks, "I gotta get to class." Picking up his books, Jeremy scoots away.
Still sitting there, Jason sees Jeremy's ass slowly become smaller, eventually turning into a dime-sized view.
"Were you thinking of sitting there all day, Mr. Friend or do you plan on crawling on hands and knees to class?"
Looking up, both Jason and Mr. Tenner stare at upside down faces. With Jeremy still on his mind, Jason smiles. Taking it the wrong way, the high school assistant principal regards it as being disrepectful. "Oh, you won't be smiling when you report for detention this afternoon, I can guarantee you that, Mr. Friend!" Waiting for a rebuttal, the five foot eleven inch twenty-eight year old, continues his stare, downwards, arms folded across his chest.
Slowly rising up, Jason makes it a point to rearrange his jewels, still staring, broken only by Mr. Tenner noticing the obvious gesture. Knowing all about Mr. Tenner's hidden, secret life, he decides to play his hand out, responding, "Prolly not as juicy as the senior jock you sucked off last Saturday night, eh, `Brian'?"
Suddenly sweating up, as if somebody messed with the thermostat, Tenner's whole outlook changes, as he drops the dominating pose, his right hand rubbing the back of his neck, rendering the first thing coming to mind, "Um... ah....I..."
"My brother told me all about you being his `bitch-for-the-night'. Yeah, you..." Jason waited, til the students passing by were out of earshot, same time giving Brian Tenner the opportunity of gathering his wits about him.
"Things were supposedly to be kept confidential. Scott should never had said..."
Cutting him off, Jason states, "He said you liked being his bitch, that you couldn't wait til the next time. When is that, `Brian'?"
With the disrespectful aspect, along with the confidentiality issue, out the window, Tenner keys in on the immediate question, but not before Jason comments, "I bet Scott will be pissed at you putting him down."
"I... I..." then, with more fear, "You won't go and tell him, will you?"
Like in court, an attorney leading the witness on, Jason knew the game being played. His crotch finding it entertaining, he played along, right into Tenner's hands, "What? Afraid of getting another whipping, `boy'?" As he said this, Jason smiled at the fact Mr. Tenner was getting a bulge in his grey tweed dress pants. Quick and to the point, Jason says, "Scott said he did a number on your back, as you counted out each lash, thanking him."
Tenner just stood there, more taken with the fact of Scott Friend breaking his confidentiality. At the same time, he couldn't refute the matter of the way in which his sixteen year old brother was talking to him.
Still a keen eye towards the hallway traffic, none, silence prevailing, Jason steps up to the assistant principal, reaches out with his right hand and clutches a `handful'.
Scanning the hallways, Tenner gasps, the pressure of Jason's hand, putting pressure on his balls.
"Why don't we take this elsewhere, Brian and we can talk about how you're `not' going to have me report for detention?"
"Um," Tenner said, ready to offer an appeal, humiliated by the sixteen year old locking on to his manhood, at the same time casing both hallways, nervous over the fact anyone could enter the corridor and find the two, Jason's hand still holding firmly onto his manhood.
Laughing, Jason reads his mind, saying, "Would be real cool if Mr. O'Halloran," Tenner's superior, the school principal, "stepped out of his office and saw this, huh?"
Parting his jacket, reaching to his beltline, Tenner loosens the master set of keys on his belt. Rightaway Jason gives Tenner's balls a rest, as they hastily walk towards a door which reads, `boiler room'.
"What about your books?" Tenner says to Jason, as they stand at the square archway.
"What about them?" Jason says, suggestively.
Integrating his thoughts of Saturday night's fantasy play, with Scott Friend, Tenner strays away from the door, as Jason holds it. Reaching over, Mr. Tenner picks up the small stack, then reports back to where Jason is standing.
"Here you go," Tenner says.
Standing there, a sly grin crosses Jason's face, as he doesn't flinch a muscle to relieve Tenner of the books being handed to him.
"You lead the way, `bitch'!"
With books in hand, the twenty-eight year old high school assistant principal steps down the stairway. Making a huge thud, Jason lets the door close behind them. Tenner realizes Jason is not following. Seeing the teen looking the door over, he has the insight to think of the why. "The door locks automatically, when closed."
Slowly, Jason steps down the cement stairway, noticeably, the air getting cooler. "So, we're locked in here, huh?"
"For the meantime. That is until the custodian decides to check in here, which is usually at the beginning and end of the school day."
Looking to his wrist, at his watch, Jason replies, "Cool. That gives us roughly three hours to get to know each other."
"But...."
"Unless you prefer I have a conversation with Scott, when I get home?"
Tenner knew he had been had, turning his attention to where he was walking, taking on the last three steps.
"This place soundproof?" Jason asks, looking around the windowless, dull-lighted room.
"In here," Tenner replied, opening another door, leading into another room, unlit by the outdoors.
His first direction, the sixteen year old commands, "Put the books over there," he points.
Tenner follows through, placing Jason's belongings on a grey cabinet.
Turning around, he sees Jason sitting in a wooden chair, his left ankle resting on his right knee, hands behind his head, in a relaxed position. "Now, why don't you put on a little show for me, Brian?"
He stands there, humiliation written on his face, his posture showing boldness, as opposed to surrender.
"Start with your belt."
"My belt?" Tenner questions the teen's direction.
Retrieving his left hand from behind his head, Jason looks to his watch, saying, "Yes. For every second's delay, we'll call it one lash. So far we're up to six... no, seven..."
Even though he was humiliated by a sixteen year old calling the shots, still a little teed off at Scott for sharing their secret, Brian Tenner was slowly overcoming his thoughts, as his cock twitched madly, wanting release from it's prison. Reaching to his waistline, he began to unbuckle his belt.
"That's a good boy," Jason comments, replacing his left hand behind his head.
Pulling it from his hips, Tenner approaches his `master' and holds it up in front of him. With a smile, Jason takes it, strongly suggesting, "Why don't we start at the top and work our way down?"
At first Tenner stands there. Like a wakeup call, Jason again looking to his watch, Brian Tenner goes about business, taking his jacket off. Totally confident with his rule over the assistant principal, Jason effortlessly comments, "Good boy."
Showing no emotion, Tenner looks for a place to hang his suit jacket.
"Fold it up nicely and place it on top of my books," the order came from Jason.
While there, he loosened his tie, folded it in half, placing it on top of his jacket.
Going for the top buttons of his shirt, Jason calls out, "Oh no. I want you facing me, when the shirt and pants come off."
By his order, Tenner figured how far Jason was going to take this. Reporting back to the space in the middle of the gloomy room, he faced Jason, as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Aren't you forgetting something, boy?"
A perplexed look, from Tenner, asked the question.
"The same respect you would give Scott?" Jason hinted of the Saturday night play session, his brother holding the reins over the school official.
Clearing his throat, Tenner uttered, "Yes, sir."
Grinning, Jason says, "You may continue, boy."
With conflicting thoughts, those of being humiliated by the fact, a sixteen year old student dishing out the orders, at the same time being tremendously turned on, Tenner had no choice but to give in to his cock and balls taking control over his decision of whether to continue. As he unbuttoned his shirt, parting it, Jason had the strong urge to pull his jeans away from his abs, a hand going down his pants. "Awesome!" he called out, when Tenner began to peel his shirt away from his bod.
Tenner wasn't the only one being turned on. With such desire, to touch, Jason couldn't wait for him to take the few steps to his `throne'. Getting up, he approached his prize. So turned on by the hairy pecs, Jason had such an urge for teasing the two nips, standing out from the outlying pec fur. Even though he sighed, Tenner tortured himself, as he stepped back, when Jason tugged at the assistant principal's nips, the two steps back, pulling them from Jason's clutches.
"Oooooh," Tenner followed up with.
"Five more," Jason reported, adding, when question showed on Tenner's face, "lashes."
Instead of rebuking the punishment, it only served to heighten the sexual activity in Tenner's pants.
Once again, taking a stance of a few inches from Tenner's bod, Jason reached out to grab at his pecs, saying, "Funny thing. Scott told me he mashed your nips hard, said you were begging for him to squeeze harder. What gives, boy?"
"I don't know," Brian Tenner replied, shrugging his shoulders to follow along with his opinion.
"Turn around."
Knowing Jason had him where he wanted him, Tenner just broke down and gave in, not that it wasn't providing the fuel for a total turnon, turning around.
"Cool!" came the excited reply from Jason, looking at the defined lats, red stripes crisscrossing Tenner's white back. Opinionated, Jason said, as he proceeded to count up the welts, "Scott told me you were a glutton for pain."
To prove the point, his fingertips touched the freshly accrued welts, making Tenner gasp, from the slight sting.
"Turn around. Yeah, I thought so," Jason said, as Tenner looked down at the teen fondling his crotch. "So, tell me, Brian, how much pain can you take?"
Right away, Brian Tenner knew Jason had figured out one of his kinky desires. By now it didn't matter how much he divulged to the kid. Slowly, everything about his secret life would be out to Jason. It was only a matter of time before the teen's probing would lead to the full state of his kinky nature. "I don't know," too late, he added, "sir. Getting with your brother, was my first real experience."
"Hmm, so there were other times?"
"A little here and there. More, it just turned into me sucking guys off... getting fucked... a few nip tugs."
"Yeah, Scott mentioned next time you and he were going to get into some hot cock and ball torture. I'd like to take a look."
It was a subtle hint, but one that did not surprise Tenner. He already had it figured out he would be displaying his buff physique for the teen. More of a hint presented itself, as Jason reached out, allowing his fingers to work at spreading the zipper of Tenner's pants. With instructions to place his hands behind his head, Jason swiped a quick glance to each of Tenner's hairy pits, before devoting his full attention to the pants. Jason's crotch really started twitching, as Tenner's treasure trail led his eyes to the black, lowrise briefs, hints of his dark pubes. "Very cool," Jason said of the wet portion of the briefs, as he let the pants fall from his hands, to the floor.
After kicking his loafers off, depantsing each leg, Jason smiled, amazed at how far his eighteen year old brother, a high school senior, had gotten, as his bitch stood there, feet shoulder width apart, hands behind his back, standing tall. Reaching out, his hand traveled along each ridge of Tenner's six pack abs. "Hmm, nice and tight," he observed, as three fingettips felt up the hard ab muscles. I just wonder how `durable' they are?"
Since stripping down for the sixteen year old `master', Brian Tenner's whole outlook envisioned total surrender, ready to reduce himself to a total submissive. He had never thought about a guy testing his abs, guessing where the method Jason's testing would take him. "Uh, I'm not sure, sir," Tenner responded.
"Why don't we find out?" Jason asks, turning his open hand into a fist, holding it just above Tenner's bellyhole, where his trail exits the deep navel. He waited for `permission' to continue.
He knew he would only have seconds to decide, to give his final answer. Again, in his mind he wasn't sure, but his pulsating cock edged him onwards.
Giving up his quest for the `abs test', Jason let his fist unravel, pulling back from the taut abdominals.
Peering downwards, Brian sensed the same, his adversary giving up. Lightning fast, he blurted out, "Yes-sir," hurriedly.
Reforming his hand pose, a grin shone on Jason's face, lining up his fist, laying it against the thin trail, above the navel. He heard an audible gulp, taking it as being nervous. So, to make things clear of his intentions, Jason, pressing inwards a bit, informs, "Maybe I should forgo using your belt on your back and apply your demerits to the abs test?"
Not really sure, never having volunteered to have his abs worked over, Brian Tenner made his decision on feeling his briefs being wet, also knowing he had to respond with haste. "Um, yes sir." As an after thought, he tried to remember where they were, at the punishment total, before both became turned on by the gutpunching.
Jason didn't let the high school assistant principal wonder long, testing, "So, you think your hard abs can take twelve punches, do you?"
Another gulp, with question added, Tenner stuttered, "Um.. I..." Then, with Jason loosening his pressure, knuckles against his abs, he came out with, "Uh, sure," confidently.
Tenner wasn't the only one leaking cock-fluid. Several spasms coursed through Jason's teen cock, as he once again lined up his fist. This time, he lifted his elbow, drawing his fisted hand backwards. Brian tensed his stomach. The basement room already was warm, due to being next door to the boilers, which heated the high school. However, this wasn't the type of heat making Tenner sweat, the salty liquid literally wetting down his chest hair, as if he came right out of the shower.
Drawing out the first blow, Jason asks, "Ready for your first test of strength?"
"Yes, sir."
One other thing, Brian figured Jason, being sixteen, his hand smaller than a heavyweights, he wouldn't be feeling a heavy impact. Was he ever wrong. As Jason's fist dove into his gut, he belched out, falling to his knees, crouching over, both hands reporting to place of impact.
As Brian was busy with recovering, Jason was busy with the top button of his jeans. Like killing two birds with one stone, he figured he would save the school official from getting up and dropping to his knees again. Slowly, Brian regained control of the ins and outs of his lungs, heartbeat returning to normal. When he rose up on his knees, he stared right at Jason, waist level.
"Like I said, my brother told me, he liked your expert job of massaging his cock. Actually, I'd like to find out for myself. How about it, boy?"
Tenner knew he was stretching his neck out already, taking Jason beyond the facade of the school environment, removing his clothes, allowing the sixteen year old to rule him at will. Not only were his balls churning, but he suddenly had hunger pangs, when he saw the tip of the teen cock bead up with a spot of goo. "Ah... yes, sir."
"Depending on how good a job you do, `Brian'," saying it as if buddies from way back, "will depend on if I finish testing your gut."
"Oh," is all Tenner said.
Picking up on it right away, Jason sensed the disappointment, so concocted real fast, "But it doesn't mean I'm letting you out of it. I think it could be fun, Scott and I trading off punches, to see which of us do a better job of breaking your hard abs."
"Yes, sir," came the transformed glum response, into a more elated feeling.
Looking to his watch, Jason reported, "I gotta go soon. Let's see what you can do in ten minutes?"
"Yes, sir," came the reply.
Also recalling Scott's word about the awesome blow job received, Jason directs, "No hands, boy!"
"Yes, sir," Tenner replied, dropping his hands from touching the teen balls, which purpose had been to elevate the rather nice endowment.
Benefitting both, Tenner, who seemed to be a pro at cocksucking, delivered a fine lip and tongue massage, as Jason stood there, marveling at how good his first blow job felt!
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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
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