Getting Got (Part 2)
We stood there in the locker room looking at each other. We must have made an interesting sight: Kevin with the last drops of cum still dripping off his long rope of a dick, me thoroughly boned after having given him a hand job, both of us buck naked. Butch had the air of someone in total control, and Norton had his eyes glued to my dick. He was practically licking his lips.
"What do you mean it ain't over?" I demanded.
I was free now; I could walk over and knock the shit out of him, and probably get away with it.
"I mean with the video we got of one of your players blowing you and then you giving him a hand job, I don't think the coach would want you hanging around anybody on his team. And I don't think no junior college is gonna want you hanging around their locker rooms either."
I blew my stack. "You bastard!" I shouted and made a grab for him. We were about equally matched, but it was easier for me to get a grip on his clothes and swing him backward, than it was for him to get any sort of hold on my naked and sweaty slick body. The only thing that was awkward was my damn dick bouncing around and getting in the way.
Kevin made a dive for the camera, but Norton was quicker (and closer) and grabbed it off the tripod stand. I was still trying to get Butch pinned down. He was stronger than I thought, and he was getting his arms free of my grip.
That was when he grabbed me by the balls, and I thought my insides were going to get ripped out. He grinned, confident at last that he had me.
"Easy does it there, guy. You don't want those two big walnuts to get yanked out, do you?" He began a slow massage on them with just enough pressure to remind me who was boss. What was weird was that my damn dick was still hard as a rock. I relaxed. What else could I do?
Norton looked like he wanted to run out the door if anybody came near his camera. Kevin was pulling his clothes back on. He turned to his brother.
"You're not going to show anybody that tape, are you?"
There was a wistful tone to his voice.
"Not if I get what I want."
"And what is that, Butch?" I asked him.
"I want to film some porn and sell it on the net. And you, Jason, are the guy I plan to use as my star."
I had begun to pick up my clothes, planning to get dressed, but I froze when he said that.
Kevin looked up when he said that. "Way to go, bro!"
"What are you cheering about, you little fuck. You're the costar in this thing!" Butch laughed.
Kevin seemed like someone who tried to play both sides of the field. With that character trait, he could be useful to me. But I would have to keep my eye on him.
Kevin sounded desperate. "No man! No! You said just this one time! You promised."
Butch obviously loved having someone beg for favors from him.
"Well, Kev, I changed my mind."
At that moment, Norton heard a sound and said, "Someone's coming."
We froze. Even Butch. If there had been another way out of the room, I would have grabbed the video camera and run. I hadn't started getting dressed, and I was still totally horned, but I would have run outside buck naked if I had the chance.
"Well, what have we here?" a voice from the darkness of the hallway asked.
Through the doorway, in his police uniform, came Larry Biggs. 'Lazy Larry' we used to call him. He had sauntered his way through school and onto the police force, his uniform still looked new, and here he was catching us now.
Larry waited for an answer. Nobody spoke for a moment. Finally Butch said lamely, "I was here to pick up my brother."
Norton quickly added, "And I was along for the ride."
Larry looked at me and smiled sardonically. "Well, Big Bone, what's your excuse? Putting on a show for them, or did they catch you doing something with yourself?"
Larry had always had it in for me, ever since I caught him jacking off in the boys' bathroom, and had hollered at everybody to come and look. Although he was only two years older than me and my friends, back then a guy two years older always seemed more mature, more hair, bigger dick, all the things we envied. My friends were outside the door and they came piling in and started cheering and hollering and all the kind of stuff we did when we were in a hell-raising mood. But unfortunately for Larry, that moment was the instant he started to shoot. And of course he couldn't stop. So he stood there, mortified, while spurts of cum shot out and onto the floor.
I think he had always held that against me. Plus the fact that we told everybody, and every chance we got to embarrass him, we would remind him of the incident.
"Well?" Larry asked, waiting for an answer.
"You don't really want to know," Kevin said.
I shot him a frown. "Larry, I want the tape in that video camera."
"No way!" said Norton. Clutching it to his chest like a great trophy, he said "The tape and the camera are mine and I can prove it."
Larry looked at us suspiciously. "What are you all doing in here after everybody's gone home?"
"I have the keys to this place. I'm helping coach this fall, and Coach gave me keys."
"So if anything's missing, I can blame you?"
"Nothing's missing. But I want what's on that tape."
"Hey Larry, you want to see what he's worried about?" Butch asked.
"No way, Larry! I want that tape!"
"Yeah, Butch. While Jason and his bone here get dressed, lemme see what you've got."
I started pulling on my clothes, while Larry and the others gathered around the view-screen on his video. With a few quick rewinds, Butch started the video, probably in the middle of the tape.
After he watched for a few minutes, Larry turned to me. "At last I've got something on you. All those years you thought you had something on me, and it was nothing compared to this!"
I had to admit defeat. I knew I could get that tape back somehow, but not tonight and not here.
"Well what are you going to do, Larry?"
"Jason, you say you have the right to be here and that nothing's been stolen. It doesn't look like a case of theft or breaking and entering. I'm willing to let all four of you go, under one condition."
We waited.
"I want a copy of that tape."
They burst out laughing. "Sure thing!" Butch shouted, "but don't go showing it to too many people yet. I'm working on something here that could make me rich."
Larry nodded agreement. He looked at me again with his brown-eyed grin. "Revenge is great, Big Bone."
I was fully dressed, but my dick still tried to push out along my leg. "Let me talk to you afterward, Larry."
"OK, I guess. You other three go home. But...if I don't get a complete copy of that tape by tomorrow, Butch, there's gonna be hell to pay. Remember," he said and his voice changed to imply a warning, "I know stuff. "
Butch turned white and took a step back. I stopped zipping my pants to watch.
"OK man" Butch said. "You've got my word on that. I promise."
I wondered what Larry had on Butch.
"You guys get out of here" Larry said.
They were glad to go. Butch called over his shoulder, "Jason, I'll be calling you later."
When they were gone, I asked Larry, "What are you going to do?"
"With what?"
"With your copy of the tape."
He grinned from ear to ear. "First I'll use it for my own enjoyment, and then when you don't do whatever I want you to, I may start showing it around. Face it, Jason, I own your happy ass from now on."
"What do you mean by that, Larry?"
He leaned close and put his hand on my shoulder. "Ever since that time you caught me in the bathroom, I had to worry about when you would bring it up. When I went out for baseball, any time I messed up I could hear somebody from the stands shout, 'Don't be jerking around!' or something like that. Stuff that meant one thing to people who knew, and something innocent to people who didn't.
"And I never knew who was laughing at me. I never knew when the story would surface again. I swore I would get you for that. By the way, how many people did you tell?"
His fingers dug into my shoulder. I winced. I wasn't sure how many people I told. Right at first it kind of went around school, but people forget. It was only now and then that I would tell somebody after that, ask them if they remembered the time I caught Larry in the bathroom going at it.
"I don't know, Larry. Honest. But man you gotta admit it was hilarious, you jerking like mad and then when everybody rushed in, you couldn't stop. You should have seen the look on your face."
I burst out laughing at the memory, and then realized I had made a terrible mistake. I tried to take it back, but Larry still held my shoulder and shook his head.
"Don't you see, Jason? You wanted to get somebody, and now it looks like you've been gotten good. And I'm going to make sure you learn a lesson you won't forget soon."
"Hey man, don't. I'm sorry, Larry. I didn't know it would be that bad, that it would be something people wouldn't forget. I mean it's not like you were out in public, in the open where everybody could see you. It wasn't some major event."
I might have convinced him, if I had just had enough sense to keep my mouth shut. But instead I asked, "But tell me honestly, man, how could you have done something so stupid?"
"Stupid?"
"It was the end of the lunch wave. You had to have known people would be coming in. That was just plain dumb."
"Well, let's see how dumb you feel by the time I get through with you."
He pushed me and started leading me out. When we got outside it was a hot, clear August night, with stars everywhere in the dark sky. There wasn't a moon.
"My car's over here" I said.
"You're not going in your car. You're coming with me.
I'll teach you how it feels to be embarrassed in public."
I was tempted to run away, but I knew he could catch me, and if he wanted to make a big case out of what happened tonight, he could. I didn't want to lose this job since it's what the junior college wanted me to do until second semester. I don't like it, but what was worse was my dick was getting hard again. In boxer shorts it wanted to poke out. I hoped in the darkness Larry wouldn't notice. There was something about tonight that was keeping me incredibly sexed up, boned to the max.
He put me in the back, like a prisoner. Then he got up front and started the engine. I looked through the mesh at him.
"Where are we going, Larry?"
"You'll see. It's just to have some fun. Like you had with me."
"Hey man, listen. I wasn't the one dumb enough to jack off in the school bathroom."
"You say that one more time, you stupid fuck, and it's the last thing you'll ever say with all your teeth in your mouth."
He started the engine. We pulled out of the school parking lot, and roared off into the night. I looked out the window at the houses, each one with lights on. Families were home together. Probably watching TV or having fun. And here I was in a squad car with Larry, going who knows where.
It was after we had gone a few blocks that Larry spotted somebody. He slowed and called out. The guy came over. It was Kevin.
"Hey, Larry."
"You want to help me have some fun with this guy?" Larry asked, gesturing to me in the back seat.
"Sure."
"Jason thinks that if something isn't a public event, it's not embarrassing to a guy. Isn't that what you said earlier, Jason, that it wasn't so bad because it wasn't like a public event? Well, you're going to have a public event tonight. You know what I mean?"
Kevin's face brightened. "Oh, you mean like the time you were flogging it in the boys' bathroom in front of a big crowd?"
Larry turned on him angrily. "How the hell did you hear about that?"
Kevin was totally unaware that anything was wrong. "Oh, it's one of the legends at school. Every incoming class hears about it. That's why when we heard you joined the police force, we all kind of laughed and said stuff like 'I wonder where he'll be beating it next' and things like that."
My heart sank. I didn't know any way to shut Kevin up, but I guessed that at this point it didn't matter much. All the damage had been done.
Larry pulled away from the curb and we headed out again. "You and your buddies want to watch something funny like that? Something with this guy in it, trying to get off while you all watch?"
"What do I get out of it?" Kevin asked.
"Well from what I saw on the tape, it looked like you sucked him off but he wouldn't suck you. Am I right?"
"Yeah. He just gave me a hand job. It's not the same thing."
That made me mad. "But it was a damned good hand job, you gotta admit that."
Kevin flashed me a sexy grin before he asked Larry, "What you got in mind?"
"How about he gives you a really good blow job before we get on to the other action of the evening?"
"I could use that right about now," Kevin admitted. He squirmed and I realized his voice had sounded huskier. He was getting aroused.
I remembered that sexy hose of a dick, and I wondered how hard it would be to suck it.
"I don't even know how to suck" I protested.
"You can learn" Larry said.
"I can teach you" Kevin replied eagerly.
Even though I was totally horned, I didn't like the way this was going at all. As far as I could tell, all I did was try to jack off in the stalls, and suddenly everything went from bad to worse. This was the worst night I had ever had in my life. And I resented the hell out of the fact that my dick was enjoying every minute of it.
Larry turned down a side street and soon we were behind an older home, pulled up in front of stairs that led to a garage apartment.
"Let's go up to my place" Larry said.
I had to wait for them to open the back doors, since they couldn't be opened from the inside when the lock was set. They pulled me out; Larry pulled my hands behind my back, and handcuffed them there. We went single file upstairs, Larry, me, and Kevin. Just for fun, Kevin tried to get me off balance by trying to poke his finger up my butt. When that didn't work, he tried to reach around in front and grab my bone. That was easy; you couldn't miss that thing.
Then we were on the porch, and Larry unlocked the door and we went in. Larry closed the blinds right away.
"Nosy neighbors." Then turning to Kevin, he said, "Strip him the best you can, but leave the cuffs on. I've got something back here I want to get."
Kevin grinned happily and unbuttoned my pants. He pulled the zipper down, my dick soared out, and my pants fell at my ankles. He had my shorts down in nothing flat. There was no way he could get my shirt off with the cuffs holding my hands behind me, so he just pulled it up nipple high and sort of wadded and tied it there.
The stupid fuck pinched my nipples and then squeezed my dick. Getting precum on his hand, he wiped it on my mouth. At that point, Larry came back in.
"Jason, you got to remember the most important rule, you bite him and you're toast. You got that straight?"
He looked at my stiff dick when he said the word straight, and I nodded. Kevin had unzipped his pants, and had his dick bobbing straight ahead.
"Kneel" Larry said, and I did.
"I haven't ever done this" I said, to which Larry replied, "That's what they all say." Kevin laughed.
"I'll teach him" Kevin said, gliding the head of his dick into my mouth. Of course the first thing I did was gag, but after a little I sort of got the hang of it. I tongued his head, took as much as I could at a time, pushed it with my tongue so that it poked out my cheek, and mainly just went to town on the thing. It was kind of an unreal feeling at first, but I realized I liked it.
Just as we were going good, Larry crouched down beside me and opened a little jar of salve he had gotten from the back.
"You'll like this" he said, and began smearing a salve all over my dick, putting it on like he was going to jack me off, but then stopped once my dick was thoroughly covered.
"Here's the action. You finish Kevin and make yourself shoot without touching your dick, and I will get this salve off. But if you don't finish in about three minutes, your dick is going to start itching like nothing you've every experienced before. You got that?"
I nodded while still sucking away on Kevin. I think he was no way near shooting off, but I picked up speed and began using my tongue like crazy. After I guess two minutes, my dick began to feel warm, and in just a little while it started to itch. I began to pull at my handcuffs, because I was going crazy wanting to scratch my dick. It felt like it had a thousand itching places on it. And what's more, I began to suspect Kevin was holding back.
However when he saw me squirming and sort of shaking, he got an evil grin and began to pinch my nipples. I worked away as hard as I could on that dick - in fact if it had been a hand job I was giving him, I would have been taking some skin off with the friction. Finally I could sense he was getting ready to shoot, and as his streams of cum fired into my mouth and against the back of my throat, I looked up and saw the expression of total ecstasy on his face. In that moment, even amid the itching, I knew that if I wanted him, he could be mine. That was almost enough to make me shoot.
But the itching was more intense, and Larry said "You better find some way to shoot off, otherwise that stuff gets worse and worse."
I had released Kevin's dick and he was cleaning himself up. I concentrated on shooting off, but nothing would work. Finally as the two of them watched me, I went face forward on the floor, with my dick pointed against my stomach, and used the floor to get some relief. I wiggled and wriggled and the more I did, the more they laughed, and the worse the itching got.
Finally I realized that by humping the floor as fast as I could, I could finally cum. As I did that, Larry said "Go man go! Put on a show! Wiggle your ass."
I don't know how long it would have taken, but finally Larry told Kevin to put his foot on my butt and rock me back and forth. Which he did, with some glee. The feeling started getting better and better, and the friction was helping with the itching. My bone was in hog heaven, and they kept laughing at me humping the floor and wriggling around like something wanting to slither away. Finally I was able to shoot off.
Larry rolled me onto my back, leaving the handcuffs in place. Then with something from a bottle, he carefully cleaned all the ointment off my bone. He delighted in going slowly around the head, I noticed. I raised up and looked down my body, and saw that my bone, still somewhat hard, had tiny red spots all up and down it. The head was covered with them too.
"They'll go away in time" Larry said, "but if you try to beat off before they disappear, they'll come back and start to itch as bad as before. And besides, you don't have any of the stuff I used to take the salve off. So your dick is going to get a nice vacation. You'll be horny as hell, boned all the time, and nothing to do about it. I'm sure you're gonna love that!"
Kevin laughed. "What do we do now?"
"Now we get ready for the big show. With him as star.
This was just the rehearsal. Now we'll go to the real thing. He'll have a bigger crowd for what he does than I ever had."
I didn't know what he meant, but I had an idea it was going to be awful. And my dick was already begging to get jerked off again.
(End of part two) ---------------------------------------------------- Thanks to all who wrote me about chapter one. I appreciate your comments. It's what keeps me going with the story. Bart384@Yahoo.com