Tanner Doesnt Want a Sitter

WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex between boys or live in a jurisdiction where just reading/possessing such materials is illegal, exit now.

This story is fiction; any resemblance to persons living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.

Also, it should go without saying. This story is a FANTASY and does not CONDONE illegal acts. IT'S a FANTASY!

TANNER DOESN'T WANT A SITTER -- Chapter 3

by jay wiley

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The Week that followed "Super Saturday" was intriguing, to say the least.

Tanner had an initial reprieve from Dillon's rapidly evolving and expanding interest in domination. Rather than act on his role as Tanner's "master", Dillon was satisfied to visit Tanner's house everyday after school to use the "un-monitored" Internet. He immersed himself completely in the Gay BDSM site he now had full access to. He read the stories as fast as he could. Watched the videos and looked at all the picture galleries.

If nothing else, the long repressed 14 year old was a "quick study." As the end of the week neared, he was well on his way down the "domination" road, or perhaps more accurately, the "sadist's road."

The stories he liked the most, and the videos he watched over and over, all had the same themes. Bondage, torture, and pain were prominent features in them all. Unlike Tanner, Dillon never imagined being on the receiving end.

While the week may have been one of enlightenment and exploration for Dillon, it was sheer hell for Austin and Eric. It was bad enough that the chastity devices kept them from boning up and cumming. Worse was their time at football practices.

Each day presented a new challenge. Somehow they managed to pull off their scheme. They lingered long after practice was over. Ran extra laps, and were able to grab quick showers after everyone else was gone.

That aside though, Austin and Eric grew increasingly worried as the week wore on. Tanner was uncharacteristically quiet, which meant he was up to something.

Their fears were confirmed when Tanner pulled Eric into his room Thursday night and said, "Dude, make no plans for Saturday night! You and Austin both. You're going to a sleep over, the two of you, starting at 8 o'clock! I don't give a shit what you tell the parents! Just do it!"

That was it! Nothing more. Eric tried to get Tanner to elaborate, but the stubborn little shit clammed up.

There was a home football game Friday night and Dillon and Tanner both went. It was good game, for the most part, then turned into a rout. Austin had an exceptional game passing and running, and so did Eric.

It was during halftime that Dillon started getting frisky. He winked at Tanner and asked, "Do you want some popcorn?"

Tanner almost choked as he remembered their little adventure at the theater with the popcorn tub. He shook his head and suggested nachos.

As they dug into a large order at the concession stand, Dillon leaned close to Tanner and whispered, "Okay, later tonight slave boy! I got some plans for you."

That caused Tanner's balls to start to tingle. Dillon had left him alone all week, but now both of the horny teens were ready for some action. Tanner was actually looking forward to whatever surprise Dillon had in store for him. He laughed inwardly, "Just so this doesn't involve that horn dog Marcus. Damn I came so close to actually being fucked by that mutt!"

After they finished their nachos and cokes, they stood along the fence on the edge of the field and watched some more of the game. There was no one else close to them, so they could have a private conversation.

It was a relief for both of them to finally be able to talk openly with someone about their feelings.

"Dang Dillon, I just love watching these guys slamming into each other and getting all sweaty. It may sound dumb, but I like hanging around after the game, when they take off their helmets and jerseys and stand around talking. Eric and Austin both look super hot when they are slick with sweat and their hair is plastered down."

Dillon giggled, "Yea, me too. You know it's really wild, but I've had this crazy fantasy about the quarterbacks. I thought it was just me until I read something like it in one of those stories on that Web-site. In the story, there is this high school football game, and the losing quarterback has to strip and jack off in front of the crowd. Then he gets spanked by the whole team."

Tanner laughed, "Dude I get lot's of thoughts like that, especially about Eric and Austin. Too bad we couldn't do most of them. Well we could, but then we'd get arrested."

They both laughed about that.

Yes, there was definitely something comforting about being able to share this stuff with a friend.

As they continued sharing their feelings and observations about the boys on the football team, both realized they had very similar interests.

Neither was into the big "beefy" types. They liked muscles, but preferred them on the more lean bodies. They also liked guys who were sort of "preppie" looking, with mostly smooth bodies and not too much body hair.

"What about pubes? Do you like that on guys?" Tanner asked.

Dillon nodded, "Oh yea! That is so cool. I like that a lot. Some armpit hair too. I just don't like them hairy all over, well maybe except for some you can see on their legs."

Tanner had the exact same feelings. Also neither of them were interested in guys who acted girlish. They preferred "manly" types, which is what Eric and Austin definitely were.

Eric, Austin, Tanner and Dillon enjoyed the ride home in the back of Austin's dad's pickup. It was sort of a local tradition after a win. Eric and Austin kept their game uniforms on and stood up behind the cab as they drove down Main Street, with horns honking and people cheering.

The plan for the rest of the night was fairly simple.

Eric and Austin would shower and change at Eric's house, then Eric would drive himself and Austin to an after game party, at one of the player's houses. Austin's dad gave both boys the obligatory caution about drinking and driving before he left.

Dillon was sleeping over in Tanner's room, which worked out well for the two "worked up" teens. And to think it was all due to Dillon's dumb-ass sister coming home for another weekend with her sorority sisters. The last thing the girls wanted was to have a 14 year old brat hanging around spying on them.

It was a perfect night for two mischievous teenaged boys.

Tanner's parents were helping to chaperone the football player's party. Like the other parents helping, they had sworn they would not directly impinge on the boys' fun. They would remain upstairs, playing cards and bragging about their sons' game exploits.

Tanner and Dillon were sitting on the stairs watching the departure scene in the hallway below. They could barely contain themselves as they listened to the final instructions.

Tanner's dad, looked at Eric and said, "Just remember the plan son. We'll leave you alone at the party and not intrude. You can also stay over at Austin's house afterwards. But if you do, you know, have something, just don't drive okay?"

Eric smiled and said reassuringly, "Don't worry day, neither one of us would ever do that. We may be jocks, but we're not dumb."

Well maybe Eric was a little dumb.

They were just about to leave when Tanner's mother whispered something to his dad.

Tanner poked Dillon and whispered, "Watch this, this is the best part!"

Tanner's dad, reached into his pocket, pulled out two small packets and held them out to Eric and Austin, "Here boys, take these in case you get lucky."

They were condoms. Both boys blushed as they took the condoms and stuffed them in their pockets.

Tanner and Dillon did start busting up as they listened to the parents chatter on the way out the door.

"Honestly, don't encourage them! You are such a dog!" Tanner's mother said.

"Big Dog remember! You know that night after the big game, behind the stadium." His father teased.

Dillon looked at Tanner and mouthed the words, "Big Dog?"

Tanner giggled, "Oh yea! That's my dad! You should see it!"

With the parents gone, Austin and Eric turned to leave. Tanner called down from their perch on the top step, "Too bad neither one of you can get lucky tonight." He held up the ring with the chastity device keys on it.

"But save them, maybe next week you'll need them."

Eric glared back at the two boys sitting on the stairs with their Cheshire Cat grins.

"You two fags have a good time tonight!" he snapped.

As they walked down the front walk, Austin said, "That wasn't so smart Dude. You'll just piss him off."

Eric laughed, "Yea, yea, and the little shit will punish me, so no big deal. He'd be doing it anyway."

Eric was right about that.

With everyone else gone, Dillon and Tanner rushed to Tanner's room, pulled up a couple of chairs and turned on the computer. Tanner was anxious to check his emails.

As they watched the computer boot up, Tanner asked, "So are you sure about this whole thing with your sister and her friends for tomorrow night?"

Dillon, laughed, "Oh yea Dude. It was unreal. She was surprised and wanted to know how I had arranged it all. I just told her I had friends. She can be a bitch, but she is pretty cool about shit. So anyway, it's all good. She knew Eric and Austin in high school."

"She says Austin is a real cutey-pie' or cuteness', or something like that. She things Eric is a total jerk and hates him, big-time. Man I don't know what your brother did, but she does have it in for him!"

Tanner was pleased. "And you gave her the extra keys and told her what they were for and that Eric and Austin would have to do absolutely anything they say, right?"

Dillon smiled proudly, "Oh yea Dude! She can't wait. She said Eric would be the main event at her party. Man she had this real wicked look on her face when I told her that both of them had those chastity things on for a week. Then she asked me if I liked watching two girls make out. I said I didn't know. Then she said some guys think it's really hot. And then she laughed and said that some girls get turned on making two boys do it."

Tanner sat back and said, "Damn Dude! I wish I could see that. Man Eric will be super pissed!"

Dillon laughed, "Not to worry, she said she would get some video clips to show whoever it was who set this all up."

Tanner was more than pleased.

Though he had some reservations about letting Eric do some of this stuff with girls, him being straight and all, he knew Eric. He was "Mr. Macho" and got "bitches" to do what he wanted, never the reverse. Being controlled by a group of "bitches" would be just totally humiliating. Maybe even more than doing the gay stuff.

Tanner connected to his hotmail account and Dillon's eyes popped open wider.

"Holy shit man! Look at all that email."

Tanner laughed, "Yea, there's a bunch of junk missed by the filters. You should see my other account, the Ebay one. There's a lot more. Anyway, this stuff is mostly, you know sex type stuff."

Dillon scanned the subjects. So many were clearly very "suggestive" and pleading.

He questioned Tanner about it and Tanner laughed, "Well, okay, you might as well know. I go to a lot of chat rooms, and some times I get on my Web-cam, mostly with my shirt off. That drives a lot of these guys nuts. I chat with them. They beg me to show more and do stuff."

"Sometimes I give them a thrill by showing them my tented shorts, or my pubes. That really gets them going. After awhile I just log off. It's why a bunch of them call me a `cock-tease'."

Dillon was both impressed and concerned.

"Dude, don't you think most of these guys are old pervs?"

Tanner laughed, "Yea, probably, but I don't care. I get a kick out of turning them on, and will probably start doing even more. It's fun."

Tanner let Dillon read through his emails. Most were from guys begging him to do more stuff on his Web-cam.

He let a bunch of them sink in before he continued, "Look, I'm 14, almost 15. I'll never be this age again. In some places I could get married legally and have sex. Hell, it's my body, so why not do what I want with it."

Dillon had known his friend had this strong sense of independence and self-confidence about him for a while, actually ever since he knew him. It was one of the main things that attracted him to Tanner.

He was like this wild stallion. Confident and defiant and never afraid of facing the consequences of his actions, well except for that shoplifting thing, but that was out-of-character for Tanner.

Tanner sensed Dillon's continuing concern and said, "Look. I know what I got and intend to use it as long as I can. Call me a whore if you want, but I don't think I am cause I like it a lot! And you, come on admit it, you did like doing that Web-cam show now didn't you?"

Actually, Dillon had never liked anything better than that. Torturing Tanner, on-camera was a huge "turn-on" for him. One that he wanted to do again.

He admitted he had liked it a lot.

Tanner laughed, "So there it is! Stop worrying, this will be fun. And, hey, it's not like I'll get pregnant or anything."

For the next hour, the two horny teens reviewed Tanner's emails in detail. Tanner sent a bunch of replies out, mostly suggestive and just total teases, but there were some he intended to follow up on.

They saved a few select ones for last.

There were a couple from Daddy-O, reiterating how pleased he was with the last Web-cam show and pressing for a date and time for another.

Tanner responded that he was working on it, and would have an answer soon.

The next one caused Dillon to raise his eyebrows and say, "HOLY SHIT! Is that who I think it is?"

Tanner laughed, "Yea! The Dude from the theater. I emailed him and got his cell phone number. He's got some free passes for us. He asked if I was interested in doing some `dares' while he's working at the theater, and I told him yea!"

"Oh look check this part out. `Just remember that the dares will be naughty and kinky!' Hahaha. I told him I understood! Hell this could be fun."

The last email ended up being the most intense. Actually it started an intense exchange of messages that night.

The Email was from "Sparks" the boyish looking leader of the biker group in the park, the ones who had "punished" Eric.

He thanked Tanner once more for bringing his brother to them and invited him to return with Eric or any others he could come up with.

The last part of the email mentioned getting together at some point for a serious chat, and helping him out with something totally secret.

He had included a few pictures of himself. One showed him sitting on his motorcycle, dressed in a biker outfit. The others were from the beach. He was dressed in a black speedo.

Dillon looked at the last pictures and stammered, "So you said he's the leader of the biker gang, right? Shit he looks really young."

Tanner laughed, "Yea I know. Nice body though, and check out those scars on his sides. They look like they are from knives or something."

Put "Sparks" in a T-shirt, a pair of baggy gym shorts and high-top sneakers, and he could very easily pass for a teenager. The only thing that might hint other-wise, was his chiseled face. It was boyish and framed by close cropped bright blond hair, but exuded an air of experience and confidence beyond the teen years.

Dillon said, "Damn Tanner! He is hot! How old is he?"

Tanner shrugged, "I don't remember. I think he's around 21 or so."

Dillon continued, "So what do you think he means by this `secret' stuff?"

Tanner thought for a moment, then said, "Well I'm really not sure."

Dillon thought for a minute, gave Tanner an inquisitive look and asked, "Okay, didn't you tell me that he said something about feeling you were a lot like he was, when he was your age?"

Tanner nodded, "Yea, something like that. And he looked me in the eye, really intensely. It was sort of spooky."

Dillon grinned, "Okay, and you said he was a `Master' dude who was into dominating other guys, right?"

Again Tanner nodded, "Yea, and he said he'd teach me some stuff."

Tanner was getting lost, so Dillon jumped ahead to his "off-the-wall" conclusion. He got hard just thinking about it, as he looked at the picture of Sparks in that black speedo.

"Okay, so what if he is A LOT like you! You are really getting off dominating Austin and Eric and torturing them and stuff. But you sort of like `getting' it too. That's why you wanted me to make you do stuff, right?. You get off on that too, but you thought it would screw things up and confuse things if you let Eric and Austin make you do stuff. That's why you changed the reward stuff around, right?"

"Yea, I guess!" Tanner said with a touch of impatience. "So what are you getting at?"

Dillon laughed, "Dude this could only mean one thing. He is like you and wants it, you know both ways. As the leader of that group, and I guess their, umm, Master, he can't trust any of them. That would weaken his position and authority."

"But let's say he had this other thing too for being tortured and abused by a younger guy, say a teenage boy. You said Austin seemed turned on by that. Maybe this dude is too, but can't find anyone he can trust. Think about it."

Tanner thought about it as he stared at Sparks' picture. It didn't seem possible for Sparks, the tough guy to be like that. Yet, Tanner was like that. Sure he got very excited about messing with Austin and Eric, but he also got excited about being Dillon's secret' slave. And there it was... secret slave.'

Tanner got really excited. He stared at the picture some more, especially Sparks' speedo clad crotch. Then he started typing a response. Both boys boned up some more as the words flew across the screen. It wasn't a long response, but if Dillon was correct in his wild theory, it should garner a response, one way or another.

He took a chance with his response. The worst case would be that Sparks would just laugh him off. The best case would be too exciting to think about.

His response read, "Yo Dude! Ya, it was fun. We can do it again with him or this other guy. Meanwhile about the `secret' thing, let me guess, you want to be like my secret slave and be tortured by me.

If that's right and you are willing to submit and do whatever I say and want, no matter how rough, then respond with two words, `GAME ON!' Include a full nude shot of you with a boner! That's it, then wait to hear from me."

Tanner sent the message, turned to Dillon and smiled, "Dang, if you are right, that should definitely do it. If wrong I'll get another two word email back, `FUCK OFF'."

They figured it might take some time to get a response, so they headed downstairs to the family room. Their plan was to watch TV for about an hour, then get "into" their fun and games. Most of what Dillon had planned, needed to be done late at night anyway, so they'd need to wait for the parents to return from chaperone duties and get settled into bed. No sense getting started when they were sure to be interrupted.

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AND, TWO TOWNS AWAY

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The top mechanic for Bill's Speed Shop, was just getting home. He had a long day and was worn out. Still he was pleased with himself. He loved working on motorcycles and was well paid for his work. Bill bragged about him all the time, and loved the fact that his star mechanic was the leader of his own "biker club." They called it that, rather than a gang, since "gang" had so many negative connotations.

Anyway, having him there was definitely good for business. Bikers came from miles around to have their bikes serviced by the "whiz kid", and almost always paid cash.

It was that mechanic who was now back in his apartment, booting up his computer and preparing to rinse off the day's accumulation of sweat and motor oil odors.

Following a long shower, "Sparks" dried himself off and dressed in his biker "garb" as quickly as he could. He had no solid plans for the rest of the night, so was just going to hang out at the local biker bar.

He scanned his email quickly, and was about to log off and head out, when he noticed an email from the "gutsy" kid he had met in the park, the little "Master" `wanna-be.'

He smiled as he sat down in front of the computer. He started reading the response with a smile, then his mouth dropped open."

"HOLY SHIT!" he thought. "DAMN! Who the fuck is this kid! DANG!"

He started breathing really fast as he, read and re-read the email.

"DAMN! How the hell could this kid know!"

If Sparks had one, overriding intense dark fantasy, it was the one Tanner had hit on.

Since his early teens, Sparks had been the one in charge of everything. While he never really got into organized sports, he was gifted athletically. He also was a "street fighter." No one ever pushed him around, and when it came to fighting, he knew no fear.

On the sexual front, well, he was sadistic and un-compromising. Gay, for sure, but in no ways weak. He worked hard to keep his body hard and just loved the way so many guys begged for the chance to worship that body.

His price was always the same, total obedience, pain and humiliation. Submit to that, and your reward would be to get to suck his cock and feel it up the ass.

Through it all, he could not shake that one dark fantasy. He wanted to be used and abused by a teenaged boy. One who had guts and was pushy. One who could force him well past his perceived limits of endurance.

His quest had led him to various college campuses and hangouts. Though from time to time, he had hooked up with some "boyish" looking college types, none were able to do what he wanted. Most were excited, but too scared to go too far.

He had avoided trying to find what he was looking for on the net. It was just too dangerous, and there were just too many kids out there fooling around, or guys posing.

Then, out of nowhere, this dang, gutsy kid marched down that path in the park.

The kid was even more gutsy and cocky than he remembered himself being. And now here he was staring at this "gutsy" email from that same damn kid.

He knew he was taking a big chance, but couldn't help himself.

He pulled off all his clothes, set up his camera and took several shots of himself, down on his knees, hands behind his head, and with a clearly seen erection.

With trembling hands, he typed the response, "GAME ON!" Attached the best picture and pressed send.

He remained seated at his computer for over an hour, idly surfing the net, waiting for a response from the kid. When it didn't come, he decided he needed a drink.

He dressed again and headed to the bar. He made sure his PDA was set so that he would get notices of emails as they arrived.

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BACK AT TANNER'S HOUSE

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Tanner and Dillon were just finishing up watching a comedy movie, when the parents arrived home. They had brought some ice cream for the boys, along with all the fixings for banana splits.

As Tanner's parents headed upstairs to bed, Tanner's mom was heard saying, "You know he's such a nice boy. So polite and everything."

Tanner winked at Dillon as he dished out some ice cream and whispered, "Guess she has no clue what that `nice polite' boy has planned for her youngest son, huh?"

Dillon giggled, "Yes, well, none of it is nice or polite Dude! It will be fun for me though."

They poked each other, teased and taunted as they ate their banana splits. Both were anxious for the parents to be safely tucked away.

When they were done, they cleaned up and tiptoed back to Tanner's room. Once there, Tanner giggled, "Not to worry, it won't be long before they are dead asleep.

They played a couple of rounds of a video game before Dillon said, "Dude, let's check your email. Just in case."

Tanner was surprised when he connected to Hotmail and saw a response from Sparks. There was no subject. He opened the email and Dillon immediately started shouting, "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

Tanner put his hand over Dillon's mouth and whispered, "SHUT THE FUCK UP DUDE! YOU'LL wake the rents."

"Sorry, but HOLY SHIT!" Dillon whispered back.

Tanner almost had to stuff a sock in Dillon's mouth when they opened the attachment.

"OH MY GOD! HOLY SHIT!"

They stared at the picture with that day's timestamp and the two word response, "GAME ON!"

Tanner was in a state of total shock. He just couldn't believe it. Dillon kept whispering HOLY SHIT and Tanner acted to shut him up.

"Look Dude, if you want me to keep being your slave boy, you've got to shut the fuck up for a bit so I can fucking think."

Tanner thought for several minutes then typed out a response, which read, "Good Boy! I'll let you know when I want you. It will probably be on a Sunday and will be for all day. Remember, `ANYTHING GOES' and there will be no safe word for you! I plan to make you beg!"

Dillon was excited about the response.

By now, both boys were so worked up, they could hardly stand it. Tanner crept out of the room and came back a couple minutes later.

"Okay, they are both sound asleep. So I guess that means I'm yours now."

Dillon grinned. "Okay slave boy, get me your box with all the toys. I want to get some stuff out of it. When I'm done, you can hide it again."

Tanner got the box and let Dillon rummage through it. Dillon insisted he look the other way while he pulled some items out and placed them in his backpack. Tanner returned the box to it's hiding place and then followed Dillon down the stairs and out into the back yard.

They crept silently to the back fence. Dillon opened the gate and said, "Follow me slave boy."

He led Tanner into the woods. Both knew the paths well. They had played on them since they were very little.

Tanner's heart started to pound when he realized they were on their way to the "castle". Well what the boys called the castle. It was a hill on the other side of the woods that had a bunch of big boulders on it. It overlooked a big field that was used for growing corn. The growing season was over now, and only stubble remained.

Like many boys, Tanner and Dillon had similar fantasies about making guys do things outdoors while naked. Tanner was planning a bunch of them for Austin and Eric, all kinds of things.

Dillon checked the area to make sure no one was around and confirmed they were alone. It was a moonlit night, so it was easy to see across the big field.

He ordered Tanner to strip completely and put all his stuff in the plastic bag inside the back pack. When he was naked, he was to climb up the rocks to the lookout tree and wait for Dillon.

Tanner followed Dillon's instructions. It was a little tricky climb in bare feet, since there were thorns and thistles scattered around. Still he made it to the top all right and waited for Dillon.

It was an eerie feeling up there.

The lookout tree was on this outcropping that jutted out of the side of the hill, overlooking the big field. Several boards had been nailed on the side of the tree to make climbing to the lookout perch easier.

Standing there naked in the moonlight, Tanner felt a strong tingling sensation under his balls. His cock rose to it's peek of erection as he contemplated what tortures awaited him.

He didn't have too long to wait.

As soon as Dillon arrived, he marched Tanner to the look out tree, had him stand with his back to it, overlooking the big field and then tied his hands to one of the climbing boards over his head.

Next he tied Tanner's ankles to the base of the tree. For good measure, he spread Tanner's knees as far as he could and tied them to another one of the climbing boards.

He was certain that the knee thing would have the desired effect on Tanner. With his knees spread obscenely wide like that, the total vulnerability of his genitals was emphasized. There was also the fact that he would be unable to twist around much at all to protect his most sensitive parts.

Dillon ran his hands over Tanner's bare chest and asked, "So how much time do you think we have for your torture, slave boy?"

Tanner took a deep breath and said, "Well, at least three or four hours. Once they are asleep, they stay asleep. And they never check on either me or Eric anymore. So we're cool."

Tanner looked out across the field and trembled slightly. The moon was really bright, and the lookout spot was not all that high above the field. If someone were to walk across the field and look up, they were almost certain to see his naked white body glistening in the moonlight.

Dillon patted Tanner's hard cock and said, "Okay, I gotta go collect a few things. I'll be back as soon as I can to get things started."

With Dillon gone, out collecting God knew what, Tanner kept his eye on the field. Tied as he was, he felt vulnerable and exposed. He started thinking about what things Dillon was gathering. Whatever they were, he was reasonably certain most would be used for some form of cock and ball tortures.

Like him, Dillon had a fascination with other boys' genitals and fantasized about torturing them in every conceivable way.

Tanner had no idea how long Dillon was gone. It seemed like a pretty long time though. His arms and legs were starting to ache a little and some flying bugs were beginning to pester him. There were also these feelings of some things crawling up his legs. That was really annoying, since he couldn't brush them off.

He was almost relieved when Dillon finally returned carrying a plastic bag full of stuff.

Without saying a word, he spread Tanner's T-shirt on the ground in front of him, and began laying out the items he had collected on it.

The moonlight was bright enough that Tanner could make out most of them. There were a few cobs of corn, some with kernels, and others without. There were also some pine cones, pine sprigs, a bunch of long pieces of grass, some prickly thistle like things, some short branches with thorns, two birch branches that had the bark stripped off, and a collection of leaves, pieces of bark and small plants.

As Tanner surveyed the collection, he thought back to summer camp. Dillon had spent almost all of his time in the nature lodge. He was like a walking encyclopedia of information about plants. He knew all the edible plants in the area and the ones that could be used for everything from making tea, to healing cuts and bites and making glue and such.

The memory sent another quiver through Tanner's body. He remembered the time that Dillon had gotten some stuff from a plant and rubbed it on the inside of some of the other boy's underwear. The stuff itched like hell, but was nothing compared to some other stuff he used that burned.

Neither one did anything permanent, but both were wicked. There was no doubt in Tanner's mind that one or both of those plants were piled on the shirt in front of him.

Dillon sat down on the ground, pulled out his pocket knife and proceeded to chop and crush one of the plants on a rock. He did the same with two others on different flat rocks.

He didn't say a word as he worked, just whistled a little.

With each passing minute, Tanner grew increasingly anxious. Anticipation was a form of torture that he was learning to appreciate and Dillon was proving to be a master at it.

At last Dillon was ready, he rose to his feet, stepped closer to Tanner and rubbed his chest once more as he spoke.

"Okay, slave boy, here's how this is going to work. I'm not going to gag you just yet, but I will if you start to scream too much. And another thing. I decided to give you a little incentive to, you know take it all like a man."

"Now in most of the stories I read that I liked, there is almost always some type of penalty if the guy breaks and begs for it to stop. Sounds fair doesn't it?"

On the one hand Tanner was concerned about where this was going, but on the other hand, he was getting more excited now that Dillon was throwing in an element of risk.

"Tanner nodded and said, "Yea, I guess, okay."

Dillon grinned and said, "So here's the deal. Let's say if at anytime you beg for me to stop whatever torture I'm doing, I'll stop that, and switch to another. But each time you do, we'll add another month to your slavery. Do it three times, and it'll be for the rest of the school year and through the summer."

Tanner snapped, "Shit Dillon, that's not fucking fair!"

Dillon laughed as he wrapped his hand around Tanner's exposed balls and started to squeeze. "Dude, was it fair what you did to Austin and then Eric? How much time did you give them to be slaves?"

Tanner wasn't thinking all that straight. "Well for the rest of high school and all the way through college."

Dillon chuckled as he squeezed Tanner's balls a little harder, "Now was that fair?"

Tanner was about to agree, but then stopped and said, "Hey just a second. There should be something in it for me if I do make it with out begging."

Dillon nodded, "Yea, okay so what do you want?"

Tanner felt pain starting to shoot from his balls up through his gut as Dillon squeezed even harder. He didn't really want Dillon as a slave. He had Eric and Dillon and maybe the Sparks dude. He thought about Dillon and what he was like, and came up with and idea.

"Okay, you gotta take a risk too. If I don't beg before you're done, then you have to shower totally nude after gym class for the rest of the year and get a boner that at least one guy sees. That and you gotta give me blow jobs at least five times each week."

Tanner knew Dillon better than he thought. It might not have seemed like that big a deal for some guys, but it was for Tanner. Though he had exposed himself during the Web-cam show, he was still super-shy about his body. Like so many of the guys in their class, he was just too shy to shower in school. And letting someone see him there with a boner was scary.

Tanner let him think about it for a minute, then said, "Okay, you asked what I wanted and that's it. If you're all that sure you can make me beg and want me as your slave boy for a full year, then go for it. Otherwise you just get me for a month."

Dillon shook quite a bit as he thought about the consequences of failure. It would be terrible. Still he was confident he could make Tanner beg, and wanted him as his slave for that full year, so he agreed.

"Okay, it's a deal. Just remember though, when you are my slave for the full year, absolutely anything goes. I won't interfere with the stuff you do with Austin and Eric and others, but you have to share them with me. They still won't know about this deal though."

Tanner agreed. He had an incentive to hold on now and Dillon had a strong incentive to break him.

Dillon had decided to take a different approach with his tortures that night. Sure he could lash Tanner with the birch branches and cause a lot of intense pain in many different ways, but Tanner had demonstrated that he had a rather high tolerance for pain.

He started things off with some "mind games." He stepped close to Tanner, ran his hands down his chest and stomach and began fondling his cock and balls.

"You know I've been reading a lot on that site. There's a whole section about torture and the things you can do without causing permanent damage. It's wild. Did you know there's a bunch of ways to torture a guy's penis and testicles and other sensitive spots without sending him to the hospital?"

Tanner had just glanced over that section. He had been more interested in reading the stories and watching the videos.

Dillon smiled as he began squeezing Tanner's balls, "Take these for instance. You can do a lot to them. You can paddle them, lash them, kick them and crush them until they are almost flat. All of that hurts like hell, but as long as you do it right, there's no damage."

Tanner gasped as Dillon gave his balls a really hard squeeze for emphasis. Dillon held his tight grip until Tanner started to squirm and pant. Then he released them and took hold of Tanner's cock.

"Then there's the penis. Oh yes the penis. I read a whole lot about it. You can slap it around, force it down when it's hard, bend it, whip it, paddle it, prick it, shock it, stick stuff down inside it, yea all sorts of stuff. Most are best to do when it's fully erect though, like yours is now."

Dillon spent the next few minutes slapping Tanner's hard shaft around and forcing it down between his legs. It didn't take long before Tanner was gasping for air and panting wildly.

Dillon let Tanner think on all that for a moment, while he indulged himself in another pleasure. He just loved the torture stuff, but he also adored Tanner's lean, yet muscular teenaged body.

He ran his hands all over it. He kneaded Tanner's biceps, stroked his firm chest and flat stomach, massaged his thighs and ran his fingers through Tanner's nice little pubic patch.

All that extra physical contact helped to keep Tanner fully aroused. In some ways, Tanner was on a sort of sensory overload. There was something incredibly exciting, about being bound naked like this, out in the woods, in such an exposed spot. It was a warm night, but he could feel the occasional wisp of cool night air on his naked flesh and smell the forest.

His most private parts were exposed and completely vulnerable and he was at the mercy of his best friend, who seemed intent on making him suffer, and breaking him.

Tanner wondered if this was how Austin felt. He hoped so, because if he did, then Tanner was going to have some very exciting times torturing the older teen.

His thoughts returned to Dillon, who was once more standing beside him. He was holding a flat rock which had some glistening globs in on it.

Dillon smiled and said, "I suppose you're wondering what this is? Well, it's my own recipe. It's a mixture of a certain crushed plant and some baby oil and Vaseline."

Tanner hadn't noticed the baby oil and Vaseline being used, then again he did have some distractions.

Dillon's grin widened as he scooped a little of his concoction on his finger tip and smeared it on Tanner's nipples. "Some guys' nipples are really sensitive too," he chuckled.

It didn't take long for Tanner to discover what the effect would be. His nipples started to itch within moments. Bound as he was, he could not scratch his nipples, or anywhere else for that matter.

Dillon started whistling again as he carefully coated Tanner's erect shaft with the mixture. Satisfied it was well covered, he did the same to Tanner's balls.

When he was finished he, bent down, selected a thick blade of the field grass from his pile and then dragged it through the mixture. Tanner was too busy squirming and panting to fully focus on what Dillon was doing.

The itching was actually worse than just about any pain Dillon could have generated. It was maddening not to be able to scratch. Even more so considering where that itching was.

Dillon was pleased with the way Tanner was reacting. He finished coating the blade of grass, set the rock down and stepped closer to his squirming friend.

He held the piece of thick grass up in front of Tanner's eyes and teased, "Can you guess where this is going? It's coated with the itching stuff."

Tanner thought for a moment then his eyes widened. He gasped, "OH GOD!"

His fear was confirmed moments later when Dillon carefully pried Tanner's piss slip open and slid the grass blade down inside his shaft.

It was less than a minute before Tanner's gasps became really load. He tried panting to somehow redirect the terrible itches. He gritted his teeth, pulled at his bounds, and tried to shake his body. Nothing worked.

Dillon stepped back and watched the show. He liked Tanner a lot. He had never had a friend like him before. As close as they were, and as much as he cared for him, he absolutely loved watching Tanner suffer like this, while bound and naked.

The more he thrashed about, the more sweat seeped from his skin. Dillon loved seeing that too, especially now, since the sweat made Tanner's skin glisten in the moonlight.

Tanner was determined not to give up. It's not that he was afraid of being Dillon's slave for longer, nor even making Dillon pay the price for losing. He just didn't like to lose at anything. And so his suffering continued.

Dillon was actually very impressed that Tanner lasted as long as he did. He had thought about the "itching" thing quite a bit, and was convinced it would work.

Heck it was one thing to put the stuff in a guy's undies when he could relieve himself by scratching, but another thing if there was no way to relieve the itch, especially an intense itch, which is what that stuff produced.

It was about the time when Tanner's gasps started turning to screams that Dillon added, what he hoped would be the winning thing.

He coated a finger with what was left of his infernal mixture, worked his hand up under Tanner's itching balls and pressed his fingertip into Tanner's tight hole.

Tanner shrieked as Dillon forced his finger deep inside Tanner's ass and twisted it around. There was pain, of course, but one that shifted quickly to please as Dillon's fingertip came to rest on Tanner's prostate.

Both boys quivered. A momentary wave of intense pleasure coursed through Tanner's body. His best friend's finger was deep inside him. God, how he loved it.

Dillon had similar quivers. Just feeling Tanner shake the way he was sent shivers through his body.

The moment of pleasure didn't last long for Tanner however. The stuff on Dillon's finger tip was on Tanner's little pleasure nut, and was starting to itch.

Dillon pulled his finger out and stepped back to watch.

Within seconds, Tanner started yanking at his bonds like a wild man and was shouting, "OH GOD! OH FUCK!"

Somehow Tanner managed to hang on for five more minutes before the tears flowed and he gasped, "OH GOD! I GIVE, I GIVE!"

Now had Dillon not had the opportunity to dig into the stuff on that Web-site and read all the stories on another it was linked too, what happened next might have been different.

For the moment, he was enjoying the feeling of power that he had so much, that he couldn't resist.

"Okay, I'll stop the itching on your nipples, and that will count as just `begging once', and I get you for another month." Dillon taunted.

Tanner continued squirming and panting as he tried to think. After a moment he stammered, "Dude! Shit, come on! All of it okay?"

Dillon grinned as he held up a tube of ointment and said, "Know what this is? It's my Dad's hemorrhoid ointment. It relieves itching fast. If you want, I'll use it on you everywhere it itches, including inside your prick. If I do though, it will count as if you gave in completely."

Tanner was desperate, the itching was driving him totally insane.

He shouted, "Fuck you Dillon! But okay, okay! You win!"

Dillon waved the tube in front of his sweating gyrating bound friend.

"Win just what Tanner?"

Tanner snapped back, "Shit! Okay, I get it. You win me for the rest of the year and all next summer, Okay? Satisfied? Now get this shit off of me!"

Dillon toyed with the idea of pushing for even more, but decided against it. He was having fun and there would be plenty of other times to get more from Tanner. He had LOTS of other things he wanted to test.

Dillon acted as fast as he could to relieve Tanner. He smeared the ointment on Tanner's nipples, cock and balls, and worked it up inside he friend's ass, making sure the prostate was well coated.

Finally, he pulled the blade of grass out of Tanner's still erect shaft and replaced it with another that was coated with the ointment.

Tanner wasn't happy about having another grass blade stuck in there, it felt weird, but it did relieve the itch.

Once Tanner was calmed down, Dillon untied him and helped Tanner over to a little plot of grass, near the edge of the overlook. It was a spot where the boys sunned themselves on hot summer days. It had been Tanner's idea, and they jokingly called it Tanner's Tanning Booth.

Dillon saw the way Tanner was rubbing his arms and legs and knelt behind him. He massaged Tanner's shoulders to relieve his muscles that were clearly aching from the way he had been bound.

The rubbing and massaging continued in silence until Dillon couldn't stand it anymore. He blurted out, "Dude, I'm sorry."

Tanner turned around, gave Dillon an inquisitive look and asked, "About what?"

Dillon stammered, "You know about what just happened. And you know the, um whole slave thing."

Tanner seemed a little surprised. He thought for a moment then asked, "Yo Dude, are you under the impression that I'm mad at you or something?"

Dillon gulped, "Well, yea. Sort of."

Tanner laughed, "Come on Dillon lighten up already. I'm supposed to be your slave boy. I'll admit it was more intense than I thought it would be. Hell I thought I'd be able to hold out, but shit, that was just too wicked!"

It took a little while for Tanner to reassure Dillon that everything was cool between them and that the new "slavery" deal was now in place. And, of course, that they were still best friends.

"Look, Dillon. We're best friends. Nothing will change that. No matter what you make me do during slave stuff, that won't change. I might get upset sometimes, but that's happened before, and will happen again. But remember we've always been best buds."

Tanner was speaking the truth there. The two boys were different in many ways. Though both were gifted mentally, Dillon was borderline genius, a true "brainiac."

Dillon was very articulate, artistic, and creative. Tanner was articulate only when he had to be, imaginative, and had a strong business sense.

Physically, although both really enjoyed sports, and competition, Tanner was well ahead of Dillon. Tanner played every sport with total reckless abandon. Dillon could be bold at times, but tended towards the cautious side, and so on.

The recent mutual admission of their sexuality had been a massive relief for both of them. At last they had someone they could talk openly with about everything.

That aside, there was one thing that needed to happen, to totally cement their relationship, and it was about to happen.

Tanner sensed something. Sitting there naked, after being bound and tortured by his best friend, feeling the warm night air and listening to some more of Dillon's chatter about packing up their stuff and getting back to Tanner's room before the parents discovered they were gone, Tanner suddenly had this rush of warm feelings.

These were different than the ones he felt reading those stories, watching the videos, making Austin and Eric do nasty stuff.

He looked at Dillon and his cock started to throb like crazy.

He didn't know what to do or say. The feelings were so strong, so new.

He was about to start helping Dillon pack up, when he surrendered to his impulse. Had he thought about it, he might have chickened out, because what he was doing seemed so sappy.

His hand snaked out and grabbed Dillon's wrist. He spun Dillon around, looked him straight in the eye and said firmly, "Do you trust me?"

Dillon stammered, "Well, yea, sure! But I think we need to get back."

Tanner squeezed Dillon's slender wrist harder and said loudly, "Really trust me?"

Dillon dropped the backpack and stammered some more, "Yea Tanner, you know I do."

Their eyes remained locked for what seemed an eternity, before Tanner said, "Okay, then shut the fuck up and do what I say! Now!"

Dillon opened his mouth to speak and Tanner cut him off, "SHUT... THE... FUCK UP! Just go with the flow... NOW!"

Dillon began to tremble as Tanner reached out and gently pulled his shirt up over his head as he said, "You know, you do have a really nice body Dillon."

Dillon blushed and as he stammered, "You really think so Tanner?"

Tanner smiled as he ran his hand over Dillon's smooth chest, "Oh yea. In fact I think you're really hot."

"Oh God Tanner what are you doing?" Dillon stammered some more.

Tanner replied softly, "I told you to shut the fuck up. So do it, and just go with the flow."

Dillon's trembling increased as Tanner proceeded to, ever so gently, and slowly, remove the remainder of Dillon's clothes.

With Dillon naked, the two knelt on the soft grass facing each other. They looked at each other's bodies glistening in the bright moonlight. Both were sweating and breathing hard.

They reached out and began touching each other.

Dillon said, "Tanner, I, um, you know, never really done, you know."

Tanner grinned and said, "Dang it, Dillon guess I'll have to find a way to shut you up."

With that, Tanner pulled Dillon against him, planted his lips on Dillon's and kissed him. Dillon responded to Tanner's passionate kiss with equal enthusiasm. Nothing had ever felt this good or right to either of them. Within moments they were rolling around on the grass, groping and licking each other.

Things might have gone a lot further had Tanner not rolled over on top of Dillon and proceeded to slide his cock up and down along Dillon's throbbing shaft. The sensation was so strong, that try as they might, neither one could hold out.

Dillon screamed as his cock exploded and shot volley after volley of his teen seed between their gyrating hard bodies. Tanner responded in kind. Both boys kept pumping until every drop was forced out.

With their reservoirs drained, Tanner collapsed on top of Dillon. The two lay like that for a long time, enjoying the feel their bodies pressed together.

At last, Tanner rose up, smiled at Dillon and giggled, "Damn, I finally figured the best way to shut you up!"

They chatted quietly for a little while longer, about nothing in particular until Dillon said, "I guess we should get back, just in case."

Tanner agreed.

It was when Dillon reached for his clothes when Tanner said, "I've got an idea. I think it will be fun. You still trust me?"

Dillon just nodded.

"Good. So how about we do something fun on the way back?" Tanner chuckled.

He had Dillon's interest.

Dillon listened as Tanner explained his idea. It was scary, but quite exciting. The idea was that the two of them would go back to Tanner's room totally naked, except for socks and shoes.

It took no convincing at all for Dillon to agree.

They packed up their stuff, pulled on socks and shoes and started off.

Both of them were having similar feelings as they climbed down the hill and began walking through the dark woods. There was just something wildly exciting about being naked outside. Knowing that what they were doing was a "no-no" made it even more exciting. Then there was the fear of being seen and or caught. That was a thrill too.

Not surprisingly, by the time the reached the fence at the back of Tanner's yard, both were once again fully erect. They peered over the fence and surveyed the house. It was completely dark and quiet.

After a few moments, Tanner looked at Dillon and said, "Okay, here's the last part. We creep across the yard, go in the backdoor and then sneak up to my room. Just be super quiet. As soon as we're there, take off your shoes and get into bed."

Dillon asked, "Wait, what bed? I thought I was gonna be in a sleeping bag on the floor, like the other times."

Tanner replied, "Nah. Heck I got a big bed, so we can share it no problem."

Dillon didn't object. After what had just happened, the thought of sleeping naked with his best friend was very appealing.

Tanner reminded Dillon about the importance of being quiet.

Both were really worked up as they crossed the back yard and crept up to Tanner's room. Their hearts pounded with every tiny creak of a floorboard as the proceeded down the upstairs hallway.

Things went as planned until they were in Tanner's room. Dillon kicked off his shoes, pulled down the covers on Tanner's bed and climbed in. Tanner had kicked off his shoes and was lingering by the door, listening for any sign that his parents had awoken.

Satisfied they were still asleep, he closed his door slowly. That's when it happened.

The door hinges creaked loudly.

Moments later, Tanner heard a noise from his parents' room. He left the door where it was, sprinted across the room, dove into bed and pulled the covers over the two of them as he whispered, "SHIT! Make like you're asleep!"

They were shaking under the covers as they heard approaching footsteps. Tanner put his hand over Dillon's mouth as he heard a light tapping followed by the sound of his door opening slowly.

His dad called out softly, "You boys still awake?"

They both shook as they heard Tanner's dad crossed the room and said, "Tanner, are you awake son?"

Tanner didn't know what to do. He didn't want to risk his dad pulling down the covers and seeing the two of them lying there naked and all boned up. So he rolled over, pulled the cover down from his face and look at his dad with his best "sleepy" face.

"Dad? Shit! What the fuck time is it?" he said "groggily."

His dad smiled and said, "Language Son! Lucky your mother didn't hear that."

Tanner yawned and said, "Sorry dad. What's up?"

His Dad smiled and said, "I heard your door creak and wanted to see if you guys were creeping around."

"I must not have closed the door all the way," Tanner offered.

His dad nodded, "Yea probably just a draft. Anyway, sorry to wake you, but it's just as well. It will save your mother having to write you a long note. She and I will be leaving early in the morning and will be gone until Sunday night. Now your mother and I have talked about this. She's not too crazy about the idea, but we've decided you can take care of yourself for the weekend. Well, you and Dillon. You both will be 15 soon, so should be able to handle it."

"If you have any problems, ask one of the neighbors for help. Oh and call your mother three times each day. That will help. We'll leave some money in an envelope on the kitchen table."

Dad patted Tanner on the head and said, "Remember, we're trusting you two not to burn the house down."

With that he was gone.

Tanner waited a few minutes before he started saying, "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" over and over again.

Dillon sat up, poked Tanner and said, "Dude, you're sounding like me! What's with the HOLY SHIT?"

Tanner said it once more then turned to Dillon and grinned, "Don't you know what this means? HOLY SHIT!"

Dillon shook his head and said, "No. What does it mean?"

Tanner took a deep breath, turned towards Dillon and gasped, "It means I don't need a babysitter anymore!"

Somehow, the two "fully-charged" teens managed to get to sleep. The slept with their naked bodies pressed against each other in alternating "spooning" positions. Though they didn't engage in actual sex, both had at least one "wet-dream" as they slept.

When they finally awoke, as expected, the parents were gone.

The boys hadn't slept in as long as they normally would have on a Saturday. They were both eager to start enjoying the weekend of freedom.

In celebration, and at Tanner's suggestion, they decided to stay naked inside the house. They took care of their morning bathroom needs, and went to the kitchen for breakfast.

Tanner mixed up a bunch of scrambled eggs with bacon bits, while Dillon made toast and poured the juice and milk.

Breakfast was a fun time for both. Sitting there naked was a "naughty" thrill for them both.

As soon as they were done, Dillon cleaned up, while Tanner made his first obligatory call to his mother.

The call went well. Mom didn't seem all that worried and made sure Tanner said hi to Dillon for her. He was such a nice boy.

With the phone call over and the kitchen cleaned, the boys rushed back to Tanner's room and the computer. It was while Tanner was waiting for the machine to finish booting when Dillon got a little philosophical.

He wanted to talk about what had happened the night before. Tanner tried to blow him off at first, but gave in quickly. Like Dillon, he was new to the deep, warm feelings and was struggling with how to deal with them.

The conversation was awkward at first. Both boys trying to say what they meant. Both teasing each other to relieve the tension. Like a lot of boys their age, they had trouble expressing their true emotions. Mixed into it all was a shared fear. As much as the two of them had enjoyed their first pure moment of, well, "love-making", both were afraid it would change things somehow.

Oddly enough, after much beating around the bush, it was Tanner, who brought things into focus. He was, after all, the risk taker and was not nearly as patient as Dillon could be.

"Okay look. We're sort of going nowhere with all this talk. I think I got it though. Now, if you're afraid that what happened changes things, forget it! Everything remains the same. And I mean everything! I'm still your slave boy! Don't even think about going easy on me either. That would make me really mad."

There it was, the fear out in the open.

Dillon admitted that was what he was afraid of. Tanner admitted he had the same one, and that was it. They agreed not to dwell on it anymore. They had more important things to worry about.

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SPEAKING OF WORRY

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Sparks was at work in the bike (aka. Motorcycle) shop. He had drunk too much the night before and had a head ache. He was also having second thoughts about doing anything more with the kid he knew as "Shooter."

After receiving Shooter's response to his "Game On" message, he had started drinking heavily, and done something he rarely did. He drove home drunk.

Alone in his apartment, he had stripped down and did some of the weirdest things. He crawled around the room, slapping his butt imagining that the kid was there, making him do it. He pulled his pair of running shoes, placed them on the floor and licked them as if they were the kid's sneakers. Finally he lay on the floor on his back, with his legs spread painfully wide and slapped his cock around until he had tears in his eyes. He wanted to jack-off and cum really bad, but forced himself to hold off. That would be up to the kid to decide.

That was the night before. He slept naked and tossed and turned all night.

His "second thoughts" aside though, he kept checking his emails regularly for an email from "Shooter".

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The boys checked Tanner's emails for anything important. The only item of interest was another email from the movie theater guy, letting Tanner know that he was working that night and could get them in for free.

Tanner looked at Dillon and asked, "Want to go to the movie's tonight?"

Dillon grinned and said, "Yea, I got some ideas for inside the theater slave boy."

Tanner laughed as he pointed to the last part of the email. "Seems like that dude has some ideas too. He said there were a couple of movies playing that hardly anyone was going to and those theaters would be pretty empty."

Tanner's balls tingled as he remembered sitting in the theater with his pants and boxers totally off. It was pretty scary, but wildly exciting, especially when Dillon jacked him off in the popcorn tub.

Tanner dashed off a reply that they would be there.

With the reply sent, and the emails all checked, Tanner had an idea. He made a "production" out of sniffing the air, and said, "You know, we're sort of stinking up the place. Maybe we should take a shower."

Tanner thought that was a good idea. He looked at Tanner and asked, "So do you want to go first?"

Tanner giggled, "How about we both go first?"

So it was that Dillon experienced his first "water saving" shower. It was an experience the two would repeat regularly throughout their high school years and beyond.

As Tanner and Austin had done, the two boys washed each other's bodies. Both remained fully erect the entire time. The only surprising thing about the shower was that it didn't culminate in a mutual jacking session.

As exciting as it was, Dillon insisted that they "hold off" for now. Both boys loved the feeling that came from being boned up.

With the shower over, their basic plan for the day changed. Dillon wanted to do "something" in the woods. So, they pulled on T-shirts, undies, cargo shorts, and socks and shoes.

While Dillon repacked his backpack, Tanner made a final check of the emails. There were more than before and he started reading through them. He smiled as he read the "pleas" for him to come to this chat room or that one. And, to set a time for doing something on his Web-cam.

To his surprise, there was a long Email from "Daddy-O." As Tanner began reading he got concerned. Daddy-O was going on long trip around the world, and would be out of touch for quite some time. It was the opportunity of a lifetime which he couldn't pass up.

He apologized to Tanner and to make up for any disappointment, he was having a couple of packages shipped to Tanner. One included a bunch of other "toys". The other was packed with a bunch of collectible baseball cards that Tanner could sell on his Ebay site.

He concluded by wishing Tanner well and saying, "You have a great body and plenty of smarts! Use them both well."

At first Tanner was upset. His mysterious benefactor was disappearing. As he thought about it however, he realized it wasn't that bad of a thing. He had gotten and was getting some "cool" stuff out of it. He had the lifetime memberships to those Web-sites (Daddy-O confirmed that in a "PS" at the end of the email).

So it was no big deal. There were plenty of fish and the sea, and Tanner had what a lot of them were looking for.

As he scanned through the remaining Emails, a new one popped into his Inbox. It was from the theater dude asking if he was around and could he maybe get on a Messenger program.

Tanner told Dillon what was happening and Dillon set his backpack aside and joined Tanner at the computer.

Emails were exchanged and Tanner and the theater guy were soon exchanging instant messages. Things started off fairly low-key. The guy, who said his actual name was Josh, told them how to get their free passes. Tanner gave him their names and confirmed the time when they planned to get to the theater.

With the logistics out of the way, Tanner asked, "So are you gay or what?"

Josh said he was, and asked if he and Dillon were.

"Yea we are, but we're not, you know really `out' or anything," Tanner responded.

Josh replied, "Neither am I. No one knows I am though. It's tough being 16 and gay in high school."

Tanner and Dillon looked at each other and nodded. They understood that. The area they lived in was fairly liberal. There was even a "Gay-Straight" Alliance Club at school, but there weren't many members, and those who were it, were mostly effeminate types.

Tanner grinned at Dillon and asked, "So what did you think of that guy?"

Dillon reflected on it for a few moments. He hadn't being paying too much attention to the guy. What he did remember though was that he was pretty hot.

He had dark hair and thick eyebrows that seemed to really set off his square jaw and dimpled cheeks. Then there was the rest of him. His waist was narrow, and he had a slightly muscular chest. Little bulk on his chest, but a muscle line that showed. And a very tight little ass. Okay, so maybe Dillon had paid some attention.

Dillon tingled as he said, "Well I thought he was, you know, pretty hot."

Tanner laughed, "Yea me too."

He was trying to think of what to say next when Josh asked, "So are up for a dare or two tonight? Maybe your friend too?"

Tanner winked at Dillon, then typed, "You bet! What about you?"

There was a pause, then Josh replied, "I'll match you guys. You two do a dare, and I'll do a dare. As long as I don't get fired."

"Sounds like a plan!" Tanner typed back.

Josh replied, "Okay. See you tonight then. Oh yea, I'll be going commando. You two do the same."

"Okies!" Tanner replied.

With that, Josh logged off.

Tanner and Dillon were very excited about the theater thing. Sure they would have to do some stuff, but so would Josh. Both were excited about getting to see Josh's body. Dillon was already thinking of some possible dares for the older teen, ones that would be scary, but safe to do.

Josh was thinking too. This would be his first opportunity to do something like this with some other guys. He had fantasized about it often enough, but was to scared to act. After seeing the thing with Tanner and Dillon, it was all he could think about doing.

Josh didn't know which was more exciting, getting to make the two younger teens do something, or them making him do "something." Both were exciting. It was the latter though, that seemed to arouse him the most.

Tanner and Dillon turned their thoughts and conversation to what would be happening later that night with Eric and Austin.

"So you're sure your sister is cool with this?" Tanner inquired.

Dillon nodded, "Oh yea, she's way cool with it. More than way cool. I told you, she thinks Austin is real cute and hates Eric, so don't worry."

Tanner was satisfied.

After that discussion, they watched a coupled of videos on the BDSM site. Dillon picked them out. Both featured lots of bondage and punishment. By the time they were done, both boys' shorts were tented to the max.

"Okay Slave Boy!" Dillon announced, "It's off to the woods we go."

Tanner turned off the computer as Dillon scooped up his backpack.

They had a fun time hiking through the woods on the way to the "castle". They talked about how they felt the night before, running down the trails naked. Both of them had loved it.

By the time they reached the "castle", both were tingling in anticipation. Unlike the night before, the area wasn't totally deserted. There was a group of boys playing something like capture the flag on the cornfield.

Tanner and Dillon surveyed them from undercover. There were four of them. They appeared to be younger than Tanner and Dillon, but not by much. None of them were recognizable to either of the boys, which meant they were probably from the neighborhood on the other side of the field.

Tanner's first thought was that this would spoil their fun. Dillon wasn't thinking that at all. In fact, he was hoping it would add to their fun, at least his, anyway.

He had been inspired by a couple stories he had read on the net, and was counting on those boys to act like those in the stories. He was excited about pulling off his plan.

Things got started simply enough.

Dillon gave Tanner his instructions. He was to walk back to the edge of the woods behind Tanner's house and wait for Dillon to send him a text message. Then he was to follow the instructions. No matter what! Emphasis on the "no matter what" part.

Once Tanner was gone, Dillon hurried down the hill and onto the field. The boys watched him approached and waved.

Dillon smiled as was pleased to see that they were indeed, close to his age. Not only that, they seemed to be rather sociable.

Dillon introduced himself and they reciprocated. It took no time at all for Dillon to discover everything he needed to know. The situation was perfect so far.

The boys were all in Scouts and were doing a sort of mini-campout in the woods on the far end of the field. It wasn't an official campout, so the boys were there without an adult leader.

Dillon needed to enlist the group quickly, if his plan was to work.

Somehow he managed to steer the conversation to games, and bets, and dares, and initiations and secrets. At that point, the boys were "in." The questions flew fast. Dillon fielded them quickly and moved the moment of truth.

"Okay, so here's the deal, if you guys are interested. There's this friend of mine who has to this sort of dare thing, as part of initiation. I kind of wanted to blow his mind, big time with it. For it to work, it has to be a total surprise, and that I'm not part of it."

That got their undivided attention!

"Okay, now this may sound sort of strange, but see, when I send him his instructions in a text message, he has to strip naked and get to the top of lookout hill, leaving his clothes behind. Then he has to wait there and for me and do whatever I tell him to do, no matter what."

Now they were really interested!

"So where do we come in," the obvious leader of the group asked.

Dillon said, "Well okay, see I was thinking, maybe you could capture him on the way, and then drag him off somewhere, and tie him up and torture him for awhile. You could force him to do whatever you want for a couple hours. Then you could let him go and I'll come and find him! But he'll have to do stuff for you to let him go."

It was Dillon's lucky day. The boys played "nasty" games fairly frequently and had been looking forward to an evening of those type of games. What Dillon was proposing was exciting, very exciting.

The leader could tell his friends were definitely liking the idea. He looked at Dillon and asked, "And I'm guessing he's not gonna come along willingly right?"

Dillon grinned, "You got that right, unless he does figure out it was a setup. But if you guys do it right, it'll work and blow his mind. He's about my size, but stronger and will fight. I've got a bunch of rope you can use, and know a good spot for an ambush."

"When I text him, I'll let him know that I lost track of where you guys were and to be careful. In fact, I'll tell him if he sees anyone, to hide in the bushes or something until I come and find him. That should work."

The leader nodded, smiled at his buddies and asked, "So how about guys? You all up for a kidnapping? A real one?"

Dillon held his breath. There was a long pause, before one kid, the youngest looking of the bunch, said with wide eyes, "And we get to torture him and keep him naked?"

The leader chuckled, "That's what he said Tommie! So how about it, you guys think we can take this Dude and make it seem real?"

Their answer was obvious. Without saying yes, they started talking about how to grab the guy, what knots to use and even some possible tortures.

After a couple more minutes of jabbering, the leader smiled at Dillon and said, "You sure about the torture part? You don't know these guys or me. We can come up with some rough tortures."

Dillon smiled back, "Actually the rougher the better. Just so he doesn't have to go to a doctor afterwards. And remember, you can't let on about knowing anything about a dare or initiation or anything. You might say that you saw us earlier spying on you guys and figured we were up to something, then maybe try and torture him for his name and mine, even threaten to go searching for me. That could work."

The last part was sheer genius on Dillon's part. If Tanner was convinced it was for real, he would hold out for a long time.

After that they quickly finalized their plans.

There was a spot in the woods where the trail narrowed and passed between some really heavy bushes. The boys could conceal themselves easily, and be on Tanner in a flash.

Dillon gave them a bunch of rope and watched as they cut it into pieces and prepared some loops. He gave them a blindfold to use on Tanner, and a piece of clothe for a gag.

As soon as they were ready, he gave them time to get started towards the ambush spot then sent his text message to Tanner, who was waiting nervously in the woods near his house.

It read:

"Slave Boy! Strip TOTALLY NAKED. No shoes! Put on the cock ring I put in your right pocket. Leave your clothes behind that small bush near the gate, then come to the lookout tree. Be careful though. Those dudes are gone, but I don't know where they went. If you see anyone, hide in the woods and I'll find you. Oh yea, take your Cell Phone with you."

Tanner's balls really tingled as he read the text. It was scary, but was definitely going to be a thrill, having to work his way all the way to the lookout tree in broad daylight. The whole time with the risk of running into those guys, or others.

He followed his instructions, stripped down, slipped on the cock ring, stuffed his clothes behind the bush and started off.

Even though the path was well worn, it was slow going. Between the pebbles, small twigs and the occasional thorn, he had to walk carefully.

His heart pounded as he made his way through the woods, all the while looking around and listening an indication that anyone else was around.

His cock had been hard before he started off, and had gotten harder as he crept through the woods.

As he approached the point where the trail narrowed and passed between a bunch of heavy bushes, he breathed a sigh of relief. The bushes would provide him with good cover awhile.

It was just after he passed by the first big bush that it happened.

He was knocked to the ground from behind. Hands were all over him and within a flash, his hands were tied behind him, and his feet bound just enough to be able to hobble.

He didn't have time to yell. He was gagged and blindfolded in another instant. After a few moments, he was dragged to his feet.

Standing there in shock, quivering, his initial fear turned to terror as he heard a voice say, "The things you find in the woods. What the hell were you doing running around the woods naked this, and with a nice big boner too. You doing some fag shit with your friend? Is he around here too somewhere, maybe naked too?"

Tanner wished he could warn Dillon.

"Yea, we saw you two spying on use earlier and figured you were up to something. Guess this was it. Well we're going to find out what this is all about. You'll tell us every thing. Your name, his name, where you live, the works."

Tanner shook his head violently back and forth as he screamed obscenities into his gag. He'd tell them nothing, no matter what.

Dillon would have been ecstatic at this point, had he been able to see. Tanner had bought it, hook line and sinker. He had no clue that it had been a setup.

He tired to calm himself as his captures marched him off. His breathing increased when he realized he was being led across the cornfield. He thought about trying to somehow break free, but he wouldn't be able to run, with his feet tied the way they were, and his wrists and elbows tied firmly behind his back. So he hobbled along, trying not to think about what lay ahead.

Dillon smiled as he watched Tanner being led across the field. His smile broadened when the leader sent him a text that read, "Mission Accomplished! He bought it and is definitely scared shitless. We'll start the torture soon. Came and watch! We'll keep him blindfolded and not let on that you're around."

"We're going to try and get him to reveal his name, your name and where you guys live. That should work."

Dillon loved that last part.

He hurried down the hill, ran across the field and followed the group to their camp.

By the time he caught up with them, they Tanner down on his knees, in the center of their little campsite. The leader yanked the gag off and snarled at Tanner, "Okay, we're here. Now you'll tell us everything we want to know. Start by giving us your name and address. And your friend's name. Don't even think about lying to us!"

Tanner stammered, "Please, I'll do whatever you want. I just, well, can't tell you that."

Dillon could tell by the way Tanner's voice was cracking and the way he was shaking that he really was scared. Which meant he had bought the whole thing. It was one thing to play the games they played with guys you knew in person, but another with ones you had no clue about.

The stuff he had Eric do with the biker group in the park was not quite the same. In that case, he was satisfied he knew how to find those guys, he knew where they hung out and was in control of the situation, well sort of.

His primary hope now was that he could somehow satisfy these guys and convince them to let him go. He also hoped that Dillon was safe and could avoid being grabbed by these guys.

"Look, you're our prisoner now. Tell us what we want to know and we'll think about letting you go. Save yourself a lot of pain and just tell us now."

Tanner gritted his teeth and shook his head.

The leader smiled, looked at his friends and snapped, "Okay, hold him down!"

Two of the boys forced Tanner down on his back and held his shoulders to the ground, while another sat on his lower legs. The leader knelt beside Tanner and pressed a corncob against his balls.

It was a corncob that had all it's kernels removed and had dried out. All that remained on the cob was dried out rubble, which made it feel like a sort of scrub brush with hard bristles.

The leader began rubbing it across Tanner's sensitive ball sac skin.

Tanner started squirming and gasping as the pain shot through his sac.

"OH GOD!" he gasped.

The leader picked up the pace as he taunted, "This is just the beginning. Tell us what we want to know, and we'll let you off easy. If not, you'll regret it."

Tanner shouted "FUCK YOU!" and gritted his teeth!

That seemed to please the leader. He scrubbed Tanner's balls some more, before picking up another dried cob.

Dillon watch in admiration as the guy, trapped Tanner's hard cock between the two cobs, like it was caught in a vice. To Tanner's horror, he began sliding the cob's up and down Tanner's overly hard shaft.

His gasps turned into screams. "Last chance to talk before these other guys get a chance to experiment on you. They each have some pretty nasty ideas about how to torture a guy. Once they start, they each get a turn before I'll ask again."

Tanner didn't know why the guy wanted the information. He just knew he wasn't going to give it to him, to be safe."

The leader continued running the cobs up and down Tanner's hard teen cock while he gasped and screamed.

To Tanner, if felt like some of the skin on his cock was being sanded off. The pain coursed through his teen manhood and deep into his gut. He panted and tried to redirect the pain as best he could.

The leader kept it up for 15 minutes, alternating between Tanner's cock and balls.

Finally he stopped and said "Okay, I warned you!"

He nodded to his guys, who gagged Tanner once more. Then he said, loud enough for Tanner and Dillon to both hear, "Okay guys, you each get a turn. Fifteen minutes each to start with. Don't stop no matter how loud he screams into his gag."

The boys dragged Tanner across the clearing to a big tree and began altering the way he was bound. They were working to tie him up with his arms pulled up over his head, and his ankles tied to two stakes in the ground.

They managed to get his arms secured up an over his head, without incident. It was when they were working on his feet that they had a momentary set back.

Tanner's feet had been untied. Though he was blindfolded, he lashed out blindly with his right foot and caught one of his young captors right in the balls.

The ked fell to his knees, rubbing his balls as Tanner kept flailing and kicking. It was a futile gesture, and the boys were able to subdue Tanner relatively quickly.

While that was going on, the leader walked over to Dillon and whispered, "So how are we doing?"

Dillon laughed, "Great! He's really buying it."

The leader smiled back and said, "Man he's one scrappy dude! I'd hate to have to fight him one on one."

Dillon smiled knowingly, "You got that right! He's tough. And not scared of much."

The leader nodded and said, "Well he does seem pretty scared now. But who wouldn't be. We're not being too rough are we?"

Dillon shook his head, "No, not really. He can take it."

The guy watched as his three buddies doubled checked Tanner's bonds. "You know, I still can't believe he's still so boned. I mean wow!"

Dillon smiled some more, "Well, for one thing, the cock ring is helping him stay that way. I read that it works for lots of guys that way. But one on once they are boned, or just tie it tight at the base once he is boned, and he stays that way. Oh and, it makes it harder for him to cum."

"I'll have to remember that!" the leader chuckled.

The watched as the three boys began the first round of tortures for Tanner. They had sharpened little sticks with their Scout knives and were poking Tanner with them. Not surprisingly his cock and balls were getting most of the action.

"Don't worry," the leader said softly, "They won't actually stab him, they may draw a little blood though. They make those sticks sharp and they hurt like hell."

As if in confirmation, Tanner started thrashing wildly as one of the boys focused on jabbing his cock head.

Dillon thought for a moment, then asked, "So it sounds like you guys have played, um, some games like this before?"

The leader thought for a moment, then nodded, "Oh yea. Guess you could call us the Perv Patrol. I don't know how we all ended up in the same patrol. It's weird. Like it was fate I guess. Then I again, I know other guys do the same shit sometimes."

"We kind of got into it about a year ago. It started with a patrol initiation thing. Next thing you know we started playing strip poker. The loser would get tied up naked for a while and it went from there. Then there were dares and shit. Now everyone is into doing torture."

"We are gonna be playing some kind of `challenge' game tonight. It's one of the other guy's ideas, and is a secret."

Dillon listened and asked, "So I guess you have to pay up too sometimes?"

He laughed and said, "Oh yea! I may be the patrol leader, but if I lose, I pay, just like the other guys. And trust me, when I do lose, they don't go easy on me."

Dillon definitely wanted to talk with this guy some more so they stepped back a little farther, to ensure that Tanner would not hear them talking.

It was an interesting talk. The leader, who finally said his name was Jeff, was honest and open. He admitted that all four of them were not sure whether they were gay or not. They just knew, for now, they were having fun.

The capturing of Tanner had been a big thrill for them.

Jeff also admitted that, although they all had experienced oral "challenges" as he called it, none of them had done much anal, aside from some finger fucking and penetration with objects.

"I guess the main reason we haven't really gone there yet, is because, in spite of all we've done, the guys seem to think it would mean they were totally gay. The funny thing though, lately, they seem to want to do it. They kid about a lot more." Jeff commented.

They watched in silence for a bit as Tanner thrashed even more wildly and screamed into his gag.

His body was glistening with sweat and the boys were jabbing his cock and balls without respite.

"So do you get turned on watching your friend suffer like this?" Jeff asked seriously.

Dillon thought, blushed deeply and said, almost apologetically, "Yea, I do. I guess that makes me a real pervert, huh?"

Jeff laughed, "I guess so, but I'm not telling. I sort of wish I had a friend like you around at times."

That almost went by Dillon when Jeff followed up quickly with, "Damn! Does he really stay boned all the time when he gets punished and tortured?"

Dillon giggled, "Yea, pretty much! You'd be surprised how hard he cums sometimes when his cock is being tortured. He shoots real good!"

The boys thought and watched as Tanner's suffering continued.

Having some fresh "meat" strung up like this, and at their mercy, was a real treat for the three boys. Tanner's, "almost 15 year old body" was much more developed than even their patrol leader's was, and more muscular. He had a really nice cock and a cool set of balls.

Jeff grinned as they moved to their next torture. For the most part, the three were predictable. They had removed their belts and were taking turns lashing Tanner's naked body.

Dillon saw the knowing look on Jeff's face and said, "I take it they've done this part before?"

Jeff nodded, "Oh yea. This and the sharp sticks are their favorite. They got me good last month when I lost a game. Had me for two hours. Made jack off while they watched after each hour. I was so sore."

By now, Dillon and Jeff were hard as rocks.

Dillon was trying to process all that he had learned. Things were moving so fast, almost too fast.

All of a sudden, it seemed he was surrounded by guys who wanted to be used and abused. He hadn't thought it was possible just two weeks earlier, let alone that he would be the beneficiary of it.

It had started with Tanner. Next thing you know there was Austin, then the possibility of that guy Sparks, then maybe Josh from the movie theater (maybe not, but he had a feeling), and now here was Jeff who seemed to be sending signals.

He continued watching as the boys whipped Tanner harder and harder. While they seemed to focus mostly on his ass, his chest and stomach were also getting attention, along with the occasional lash across his hard cock.

Tanner's mind was reeling. The pain was intense, yet he was able to deal with it, somewhat. Screaming into his gag seemed to help. Knowing that they had not captured Dillon also helped.

His eyes were smarting from the tears under his blindfold. In spite of the pain, he began formulating a plan.

These dudes were obviously into some of the same stuff that he and Dillon were. After these guys were done with their "turns" and his gag was removed, he would make an offer. He wouldn't reveal his name or his friend's name, but, if they agreed to let him go, he would give them all blow jobs and let them cum in his mouth.

He would promise not to try and run and tell them they would be the best blow jobs ever.

He thought about offering to let them fuck him, but wanted to hold back on that.

He was confident the blow job offer would work. Hell, who could resist turning that down.

Jeff had been right about the first of his "boys", but was surprised by the last. His thing had been slapping the guy's hard cock around. Now however, he was setting up for something else.

He had three corncobs from the field that had kernels on them, all dried out now, of course. They were different sizes. He had greased them all with butter from their cooler and passed them around, reserving the biggest and fattest one for himself.

His "torture" for the prisoner was anal. Each guy had 5 minutes to fuck the prisoner hard with their corncob. He'd go last with the big fat one.

As things got going, Jeff laughed, "Dang, I suspected he had something different up his sleeve."

Dillon watched as the boys assaulted Tanner's tight muscular ass. There were plenty of grunts and groans as they forced the cobs in as far as they would go and then rammed them in and out.

Tanner grunted and groaned. His screams resumed when the last kid started working the big fat cob into him. It felt like his ass was being torn apart for sure.

While that was going on, Dillon stepped closer to Jeff. They were standing behind a big boulder, peering over the top. Dillon's brain had gone into hyper-speed, fueled by the tingling in his balls and his rapidly evolving and emerging instincts.

If nothing more, hanging around Tanner was helping Dillon become bolder and bolder. Taking chances was becoming increasingly appealing.

Was his gut right about Jeff? If it was, he'd know in the next few moments.

Somewhere along the line, as they talked, Dillon had started "Checking" Jeff out.

He definitely seemed like a jock and was closer to his and Tanner's age than the other patrol members. Actually, he had just turned 14, which made him about a year younger.

His sleek, compact build suggested he played soccer, or maybe lacrosse, which was the big rage now.

What got Dillon pumped up the most was Jeff's shorts. They were an old pair of "official" Scout shorts that had to have been passed down from his dad or someone. They were very short and tight.

He inched closer to Jeff as Tanner started to thrash more violently than before. As Tanner started screaming into his gag again, Dillon said, "You know he's my slave and has to do everything I say. I have a feeling there's someone else close by who wants to be my slave boy too and be tortured like him whenever I feel like it."

Dillon held his breath. So did Jeff.

Jeff had heard the words, but froze, not knowing how to respond. He just kept watching Tanner's torture and mumbled nervously, "Man, they are really getting your friend good!"

Dillon was nervous too, but was loving the rush he was getting from his bold approach. The next moment would confirm if he was right, or just deluded.

The bolder blocked the view of the others boys from seeing them from the chest down.

Dillon took a deep breath, then reached over and unbuttoned Jeff's Scout shorts.

Jeff didn't say a word.

Dillon, pulled down his fly, then tugged his shorts down his thighs. As soon as they were loose enough, he let them drop to Jeff's ankles and whispered, "Step out of them, NOW!"

To Dillon's delight, Jeff obeyed without comment.

"Now boy, drop your briefs too and step out of them!"

Once again Jeff obeyed.

His hard cock was leaning against the side of the boulder and he was starting to sweat.

About that same time, the others finished with Tanner's ass and turned to Jeff for direction.

"What should I say?" Jeff stammered.

"Tell them to remove his gag and see if he's ready to talk yet." Dillon whispered.

They removed the gag and Tanner started jabbering almost immediately. He made his offer and then waited as he regained his breath.

Dillon told him to accept the offer. Tanner was to be taken to the Lookout Hill when they were done with him and left there, tied up for Dillon to find and "rescue."

Jeff announced that the offer was accepted, and to prepare the prisoner to deliver on his promise. He watched as they untied Tanner.

As soon as they started, Dillon dropped to his knees. He picked up Jeff's shorts, directed him to step back into them and pull them up.

As soon as Jeff was done, he stood back up waved Jeff's briefs in front of him and said, "Okay, I'll keep these for now. You can get them back, but it will cost you some real slave time. If you've got the guts, leave a message under the rock behind the lookout tree, the one with the red speckles on it. Put it in a plastic baggie. Oh and do it by tomorrow night. I won't check after that!"

And with that, Dillon was gone.

At that point, everyone's heart was pounding. Jeff was in a state of total shock about how things had worked out.

His daze continued through Tanner's "blow job" deal. Tanner was true to his promise. He sucked each of them in turn and swallowed their cum. Once he was done, his hands were once more tied behind his back and he was led to the lookout spot on the hill.

He was left lying on the ground in a hogtie, with his cell phone beside him.

Thankfully, he didn't have too long to wait to be rescued.

Dillon had watched from behind some bushes as Tanner was left there. He waited for almost 30 minutes, watching Tanner squirm around trying to free himself.

At last he tiptoed down the hill, then made a rather "noisy" approach back up the hill.

He "found" his friend and worked quickly to free him. Tanner's first words when the gag was removed were, "Shit Man! You won't believe what just happened! Damn, thank God they didn't catch you too! SHIT!"

Dillon felt just a little bad about continued the charade. As much as he cared for Tanner, it was fun. He knew he would "fess" up at some point, but was certain Tanner would forgive him.

"Dude, I saw them dragging you across the field. Those kids we saw earlier, shit man, I didn't know what to do, so I just hid."

Tanner sat up and rubbed his wrists. "That was smart, cause they were definitely looking for you too! They tortured me and tried to get me to tell them where we lived and our names, but I held out. SHIT! They are pervs too."

"Anyway, lets get the fuck out of here. I need to get cleaned up and relax for awhile before we go to the movies."

Dillon glanced at the rock behind the Lookout Tree and wondered if he'd find a note under it when he checked on Sunday.

As they scampered down the hill, with Tanner bitching and moaning about his bare feet, Dillon's balls tingled once again.

They hurried down the trail.

"You know the worst thing is. Those guys didn't jack-me off or let me do it. I mean look at me I'm a mess."

Tanner pointed at his cock. Aside from the fact it was still hard as a rock, it was covered with a bunch of red marks from the pointed sticks. The same marks were in other places too, along with some red welts from the whipping.

They made it to the bush where Tanner had stashed his clothes. As he was dressing, he grinned at Dillon and teased, "Okay, and let me guess? I can't cum yet, huh? Master Sir?"

Dillon giggled, "That's right Slave Boy! No cumming for you yet!"

Tanner said, "SHIT!" as he finished dressing and dashed to the house.

Dillon followed right behind, he really was enjoying the feelings of power.

He had another major rush as Tanner was preparing to shower.

Tanner's mouth had been running non-stop since they had returned.

"And another thing! I swear to God, if I ever get my hands on that Dude who was their leader. I'll make him pay! See how much he likes being tortured! I don't know what that bastard looks like, but I'll recognize his fucking voice! He'd better watch out."

Dillon shook all over as he listened to Tanner babble inside the shower. An incredible warm feeling rushed over him as he thought about that rock up on Lookout Hill. He hoped there would be a note there, because he had a great idea for a "make-up" gift for tricking Tanner the way he had. It would be like the proverbial "gift that kept on giving."

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Two short hours later, anyone seeing the two teenage boys on the bus headed for the mall would have no idea what had transpired earlier that day, or what would transpire at the mall theater later that evening.

Tanner "cleaned up" good and recovered fast. His ass was still aching from the brutal corn cob assault, and his cock and balls still smarted from the pointed sticks and the corn cob brushing, but it wasn't all that bad.

As agreed to with Josh, the theater dude, both boys were going commando. They had no undies under their cargo shorts, and was their seeming eternal nature, were sporting full erections, partly in anticipation, but in Tanner's case, a little more, since Dillon had insisted he put the cock ring back on after showering.

At the mall, the two hungry and horny teens settled down at the food court, with full trays. At the moment, both were on the same wave length. They would do whatever dare(s) Josh had for them, but were more interested in getting Josh to do some rather tough dares.

Dillon reminded Tanner, "Dude, we gotta be careful though. He seems like a really cool guy, so we don't want to get him fired."

Tanner giggled, "Hey, not to worry, you know me!"

Dillon choked on his soda and shot back, "Yea, I do! That's what I'm worried about!"

Tanner said, "Hey lighten up will you. I can be smart when I have to be. And caring, and loving, and daring, and resourceful, and clean, brave and reverent."

Dillon chuckled, "Yea I get that. Not sure about that reverent part though."

The give-and-take teasing continued as they finished up. Yes, they were having lots of fun.

The same was not true for two older teens, sitting at a Starbucks across town.

Eric and Austin were sipping Iced Coffee. Both looked extremely nervous.

"Look Eric, we gotta just do it! It'll be behind us by tomorrow afternoon."

Eric looked at his best friend and replied, "That's easy for you to say. You're not the so-called `main attraction.' I don't even want to think about what that bitch and her twisted sorority sisters will make me do!"

Austin said, "Hey look on the bright side. At least it's with girls and not guys."

There was some consolation in that, but not all that much. Dillon's sister was a total bitch. Mean and vengeful, like most bitches.

Eric had been particularly mean to her in high school before she graduated. He had humiliated her in front of his friends and hers. Slapped her around at a party, and forced her to suck him off until he came in her mouth. Afterwards, he bragged about, all the while telling everyone what a lousy cock-sucker she was.

Yes, yes was definitely out for revenge.

As much as Eric wanted to weasel out of things, he was a realist. His younger brother was holding all the cards over him and Austin.

As the time approached for them to head to Dillon's house, Austin offered one final piece of advice, "Look Eric. Just try to keep your mouth shut. It'll just make things worse for both of us if you mouth off!"

Eric knew that Austin was right. Still it wasn't going to make it any easier.

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(Tray Tables and Seats In The Upright Position Please!)

(Be Prepared For Sudden Shifts Between Locations!)

Tanner and Dillon were excited as they entered the theater. The passes were at the box office, just as Josh had promised. Their excitement grew quickly once inside. Josh was taking tickets and smiled as he saw them approach.

Tanner swallowed hard as he looked at Josh, dressed in his classy looking maroon polo shirt and black dress pants.

He turned his head to Dillon and said, "Shit! He really is hot! Damn! Almost as hot as Austin! I mean SHIT! I guess I forgot!"

Dillon hadn't forgotten. Like Tanner he smiled nervously as Josh took their tickets and winked at them.

"Theater Five, is down the hall to your right. Enjoy the show boys. Oh, you've got some time before it starts. You might want to check out the arcade for a bit." Josh said with another wink.

The boys did just that. Five minutes later they were joined by Josh.

"Hey guys! Damn glad you made it. Listen we're a little short handed tonight, so I gotta do like double duty, but it's all cool, since things are slow. Most of the movies suck. You guys play a couple more games, then I'll give you a special tour. I'll show you how the projection booths work. It's really cool."

They had only played one game when Josh returned and led them to one of the theater projection booths.

Both boys were impressed as Josh explained how the equipment worked. It was very impressive. Unlike the old days, projectionists weren't required inside the booths the entire time. The films could be loaded by just about anyone, a high school boy for instance.

Tanner and Dillon watched Josh set the equipment up for the next show. Part of the time their eyes were on the equipment, the rest of the time they were on Josh's slender 16 year old hard teen body.

Satisfied that everything was ready to roll, Josh turned to the boys and said, "Okay, so, um about the, you know other thing. I had some dares in mind, to sort of get things started."

Josh had been unable to think about anything other than this night ever since he saw Tanner and Dillon's little escapade.

He was about to continue when Tanner cut him off. He and Dillon had not gotten into the details about where they would go with things and was following his gut feelings.

Any submissive desires Tanner had were set aside. He was a hunter now, and the hot, inexperienced teenager standing between him and Dillon was the prey.

Tanner gave Dillon a subtle wink, looked Josh directly in the eye and said, "You know Josh, we've been thinking about this whole thing and have an idea. The passes were great and all, and we definitely owe you for them. But, that aside, we want something else."

Josh seemed a little confused. He stammered, "Umm, what else?"

Tanner stepped closer, uncomfortably close and said, "We want you Dude! We want your body! We want you as our sex slave! You'll get some rewards that you'll love, as long as you do whatever we say!"

This was definitely not going the way Josh had envisioned. He had planned to dare the two boys to do some things similar to what he had witnessed that night. In return he was expecting to have to do something similar.

For a gay boy, who had yet to do anything besides jack-off alone, it had been an exciting and fairly safe fantasy. All of a sudden, it seemed he was about to lose that chance.

He was close to panic.

Tanner stuck his finger inside the slit of Josh's shirt, in the center of his chest and teased, "Come on, we know this is really what you want."

Dillon's heart pounded as he watched and listened. DANG! When Tanner was in the mood, and on a roll, he was really on a roll! It was the same roll he was on when he had trapped and enslaved Austin.

Josh's face flushed. He was scared, and desperate. He SO NEEDED the real thing, no matter what the cost, and he was SO HORNED!

He didn't hear his own words as he stammered, "Uh, okay. What do you want me to do? Sorry, but I just got a few minutes before I gotta check the other theater. But, uh, what do you want me to do?"

Dillon was trying to guess about what Tanner would do next.

Tanner shot Dillon another wink before turning back to Josh and saying, "Okay, cum in your pants right now! Fast! Keep your hand outside as you do it!"

Josh was out of his mind with desire. He reached down and rubbed the front of his pants. As agreed he had come to work with no underwear on. As worked up as he was, it took less than a minute before he emptied his reservoir of teen seed into his pants.

Tanner patted Josh's shoulder and said, "Okay, that's the first one. You let it sink in and dry there while you do what you have to. We'll go and watch the movie. You know where we'll be. You come and find us when you think you're ready to cum again. By the way, you work tomorrow right?"

Josh could only manage a nod.

"Are these the same pants you'll be wearing tomorrow?" Tanner inquired.

Josh nodded and said, "Yea, they're the only black dress pants I have."

Tanner said, "Okay, do what you need to do."

Dillon followed Tanner out of the projection booth and down the hall to their theater.

Josh lingered behind, squirming around adjusting his pants. Most of his cum had soaked into the front, but some was running down his leg. He did the best he could to take care of it.

As he headed through the lobby, he prayed that no one would notice the darker portion of the front of his pants, or detect the odor of cum, which seemed so strong to the 16 year old usher.

As soon as they were settled in their seats and watching the coming attractions, Dillon turned to Tanner and started rattling off some questions.

"Dude, what was that all about with his pants?"

Tanner laughed, "Hey, it just came to me, so to speak. He just shot a load in them. My plan is to make sure he doesn't wash them before he works tomorrow. Then we'll tell him he has to cum in them tomorrow too. My guess is he shoots a lot."

"Okay, what if he just blows this whole thing off. What then?" Dillon chattered.

Tanner smiled, "You know, your voice squeaks a lot when you get like this. Dude, we'll know he's blowing us off if he doesn't come back before we leave. If he doesn't, no big deal. We got plenty of other shit happening. Worst case for you is you can always punish me if you want. Anyway, wanna bet some `naked shower time' after gym on whether he comes back or not?"

All things considered, Dillon was still shy about showering after gym.

"No, that's okay. We'll see." Dillon squeaked.

Tanner leaned back and said, "Okay, let's just watch the movie. It might not be all that bad."

-------------------------------------- AT DILLON'S HOUSE

Things were already looking "all that bad" for Austin and Eric. They had arrived on time.

They were greeted at the door by two of Dillon's sister's sorority sisters.

"Ahh, tonight's entertainment. Come on in boys, and `check' your things!" one of them chuckled.

Their "things" turned out to be their clothes.

Before proceeding through the house and down to the basement family room, both of the teens were told to strip down to just their jock straps. They both blushed as they did as directed.

Their blushing intensified when the girls insisted they also "check" their chastity devices.

They pulled their jocks open and stood there trembling as the "receptionists" unlocked the devices and removed them. Their fumbling was deliberate, and produced the desired results. By the time they were done, both boys were fully erect. Who wouldn't be after a week in those damn things.

As they descended the stairs, Austin whispered, "Remember watch your smart mouth!"

At first glance the "party room" seemed relatively safe. Four girls were sitting around drinking and laughing. Dillon's sister was at the small bar, fiddling with a boom box.

All heads turned as the two, jockstrap clad boys entered the room.

The girls checked them out quickly. Their bodies were just as their host had described them, as close to being as perfect as any high school senior jock's body could be. Both were beyond handsome, but there was one, the one with the blond hair who was just adorable, a real "cuteness.'

The other one had this cocky aura around him that said, "smart ass."

Austin and Eric surveyed the room. It did seem safe until they started noticing the details.

At the center of the room was a large coffee table with ropes tied to the four corner legs. Ropes also dangled from a couple of the ceiling beams and there was a small table covered with an assortment of sex toys. Foremost among them were dildos, vibrators, and whips.

Dillon's sister rushed over, kissed both boys on the cheek before turning to her "sisters" and announcing, "Girls meet Austin and Eric. Austin is the cuteness. Eric is the tough guy. Eric's the main attraction tonight. We'll see just how much of a tough guy he is."

She looked at Eric and taunted, "So are you that tough Eric?"

Eric wanted to slap her, but settled on snapping, "Fuck you bitch! I'm tougher than all of you put together!"

Austin rolled his eyes. As he expected, they were in for a rough night.

At that point the girls closed in around the two boys. They ran their fingers all over their bodies, felt their muscles, patted their bare asses and massaged their jock strap pouches.

It was not all that unpleasant for the two "body proud" jocks. Both were exhibitionists by nature, but still blushed in this situation. Dillon's sister let the girls examine the boys for a while before shushing them away.

She led the two to the bar, poured them both a strong shot of whiskey and said drink up boys and listen to me.

They downed the whiskey quickly and then waited for her to continue.

"Okay, look. I don't fucking care how you two got into this. It doesn't matter. What I do know is that you both have to do whatever you are told tonight! And if you don't do what you are told, both of you will be in big trouble. Are we clear on that?"

Eric bit his tongue, but responded when Austin gave him a hard poke.

"Yea, Yea! We know!" Eric snapped back.

Though she didn't know exactly what it was that Dillon and his friend had over these guys, she had a good idea. Whatever that was had to be major, for Eric to be here.

"Okay, so now that we have that understood, we can proceed. You can start by taking off your jocks and putting them here on the bar."

The hooting and cheering began as the girls watched the boys pull off their last bit of covering.

Both had full erections and both were blushing.

Dillon's sister walked around the bar and directed the boys to the center of the room.

They stood face to face as ordered. Moved closer as ordered, and finally embraced as ordered.

Eric's stomach churned as he complied with the next series of orders. They hugged each other and kissed while the girls cheered.

Dillon's sister let it go on for a while before issuing a new set of orders.

Eric was ordered to lay down on the coffee table on his back, while Austin secured him to it with the rope. Austin did a very thorough job, ensuring that Eric was bound well.

His ankles and wrists were tied off, along with his knees, so that there was no way he could protect his manly parts from any assault.

Dillon's sister kissed Austin on the cheek when he was done, and said, "You did great Cuteness. Keep up the good work!"

With Eric tied down and vulnerable, Dillon's sister glared down at Eric and snarled, "You heard the phrase payback's are a bitch? Well I'm that bitch tonight, Mr. Tough Guy. You want us to stop just say so. No you beg us to stop, and ask to be the bitch. Then we'll all watch while `Cuteness' here makes you HIS bitch!"

With that, the "tortures" began. Not surprisingly, "Mr. Tough Guy's" hard cock was the first target. The implement was a riding crop which the girls passed around.

-------------------------------------- BACK AT THE THEATER

The movie had reached the halfway way point, and Dillon was starting to think they had scared Josh off, when he appeared at the bottom of the stairs and slowly made his way up to them in the back row. The theater was empty except for two couples down near the front. College types by the look of them on a double date.

Josh reached the back row, and crouched his way over to the two boys.

He looked at Tanner and said nervously, "Um, I'm on a break."

Tanner grinned, told Dillon to move over one seat, and directed Josh to sit between them.

A blind man could tell that Josh was super nervous as he sat down.

What happened next surprised Dillon completely. He thought he knew his best friend so well. As "one-dimensional" as Tanner seemed to be at times, he really was very complex. Dillon expected Tanner to start acting like the "all-powerful" master and take control of Josh. Instead he shifted gears and showed an understanding which was well beyond his years.

"Look Josh, I know this is really new to you. And this what not what you expected to happen tonight, right?"

Josh nodded.

Tanner continued, "That's okay. It's no big deal. The big thing is that you want to continue. It's why you're back here now. Right?"

Josh nodded nervously and said, "Yea. Maybe I'm crazy, but I think I do."

Actually Josh was certain he did. He had been totally distracted since their little encounter in the projection room. He wasn't sure what would happen next. Whatever it was, he wanted it, because it was sure to be sexual.

Tanner placed his hand on Josh's knee, patted it gently and said reassuringly, "Well, it's pretty obvious you do. So is it true that you've never done anything like this before, with anyone else?

Josh blushed. He was used to hearing his buddies blustering about their sexual exploits with girls. They bragged about getting blow jobs, squeezing tits, and so on. Josh hinted that he had similar experiences with some girls at the theater. It was sort of expected for a 16 year old boy.

The truth was, his only sexual experiences were with his own hand. The other truth was, that while he listened to the tales of about blow jobs, his only thoughts were of the boys' cocks.

Josh nodded again and stammered, "No, I've never done anything, like, um this."

Tanner rubbed Josh's thigh as he said softly, "Don't worry Josh. You've got to start sometime. The thing is, from this moment on, you're our slave, okay?"

Josh nodded, "Yea, okay."

Tanner gave his thigh another reassuring pat and said, "Okay, so how much more time do you have for your break?"

Josh checked his watch and said, "Fifteen minutes."

What happened next, surprised both Josh and Dillon.

"Okay Josh, gibe me your hand." Tanner said quietly.

Josh's hand shook as he extended it to Tanner, who took it and guided it down to the waistband of his cargo shorts.

"Okay, now go ahead and unbutton my shorts Josh and pull down my fly." Tanner continued.

Josh's entire body tingled as he carefully opened Tanner's shorts.

As soon as they were open Tanner asked, "Do you want me to pull them down?"

Josh could only manage a nod.

Tanner smiled some more, lifted his butt up and slid his cargo shorts down to his knees. He and Dillon had also come to the theater "commando style" so his hard cock was now fully exposed.

He let Josh stare at it for a couple minutes. And Josh was staring. This was only the second time he had ever seen another boy with a full erection. The first had been that other night when he was up in the projection booth.

Tanner saw the look on Josh's face and asked, "So should they stay where they are, or do you want them all the way off?"

Josh stammered, "Off."

Tanner pulled shorts all the way, off tossed them over to Dillon and asked, "What about my shirt? Off too?"

Josh merely nodded. Tanner grinned as he pulled his short off and threw it to Dillon. Totally naked now, except for his socks and shoes, he leaned back in his seat, placed his hands behind his head and said, "Okay Josh. We'll consider this like a reward for agreeing to be our slave. Go ahead and feel me up if you want."

Josh leaned closer, reached out and began fondling Tanner's teen manhood. He had never touched another boy like this before. He loved the way Tanner's hard cock felt in his hand.

Without coaxing, he started to stroke it. Tanner let him continue for just a bit before he said, "Okay Josh, now go ahead and taste it!"

Josh took a deep breath, bent over and lowered his head to Tanner's lap. The smell of Tanner's exposed crotch flesh and pubes filled his nostrils. He opened his mouth and pulled Tanner's cock inside.

Almost immediately he began sucking away. Nothing had ever tasted or smelled this good, to the sex starved 16 year old.

Tanner let him go for a couple of minutes before saying, "Okay, now rub yourself and cum inside your pants again."

Josh grabbed the front of his pants and started rubbing like crazy. As worked up as he was, it little time before he creamed once again.

Tanner let him suck for a little while longer, then told him to stop.

Josh sat back in his seat and waited. He was sweating a lot and breathing hard.

Tanner let him catch his breath before saying, "Okay, your break should be just about over. So will you be the guy coming back at the end of the movie? Down below?"

Josh nodded and said, "Yea. It has to be me tonight. I stand beside the trash can, and wait until everyone is gone and then clean the theater."

"And there's no one else up in the projection booth?" Tanner inquired.

Josh said, "That's right. I have to check afterwards, to make sure the equipment reset properly."

Dillon had no clue what Tanner was thinking, whatever it was had to be wicked.

Tanner thought for a moment, then gave Josh an odd smile as he said, "Okay, as a reward for agreeing to be our slave boy, I'll do a dare for you. I think you and Dillon will like it."

Both listened eagerly as Tanner explained what his self-imposed dare was.

Dillon would give Josh Tanner's shirt and shorts. Josh would take them and stash them at the bottom of the theater behind the trash can. Tanner would remain naked for the rest of the movie. When it was over, and the two couples were gone, Tanner would join Josh beside the trash can. In order to get his clothes back, he would have to jack off right there, out in the open theater.

The other two boys couldn't believe it. Well maybe Dillon could, after all, this was Tanner.

Josh was a little worried about it, but also very excited.

He took Tanner's clothes and headed out of the theater. He glanced at the two couples sitting down near the front, and hoped they didn't remain through all the closing credits.

He stashed Tanner's clothes as instructed, and rushed off, to take care of his other responsibilities.

With Josh gone, Dillon moved back over and sat beside Tanner. He grinned at his now naked best friend and said, "Shit man. You scare me sometimes!"

Tanner smiled back, "Yea I scare myself. I must admit, this is actually pretty damn scary. But this should really cement things with Josh. Man he was so excited. I can't wait to tell him that he's gotta where his cum soaked pants to work tomorrow and not wash them before hand."

Somehow the boys managed to focus on the remainder of the movie. Sitting there as he was, Tanner remained fully boned, no surprise there.

Moments before the movie ended, Josh took up his "usher's" assigned position at the bottom of the theater. He breathed a sigh of relief when the two couple stood up and left, as soon as the credits started to roll.

Once he was sure they were gone, he motioned to Tanner and Dillon.

Tanner jumped right up and bounded down the steps. As soon as he reached Josh, he grabbed his cock and started stroking, right there in the aisle.

It took about a minute for his teen seed to erupt and splash on the wall. Josh's pants tented out as he watched Tanner go at it. As Tanner milked his cock dry, he gave Josh the news about his pants.

Josh took it well. It did seem sort of gross, and was humiliating, but it did excite him.

Tanner dressed quickly after that.

Josh told them he was done working soon and would talk to them outside. Dillon reminded Tanner about needing to catch their bus home. They would have rushed off right then had not Josh said, "Hey guys, my Mom is picking me up after work, and I know she won't mind dropping you guys off."

Dillon and Tanner loved that idea. It would be much better than riding the stupid bus, or the "Loser Cruiser" as their friends called it.

While they waited out in front of the theater, Josh finished his jobs and freshened up in the employee locker room. He washed his face, combed his hair and sprayed some deodorant on the front of his pants. He was concerned that mom would smell his cum, once he was inside the car.

As he had said, his mom was more than happy to take the boys home. Tanner and Dillon really knew how to manipulate adults. There was nothing quite as charming as a couple of clean-cut, cute teenage boys who smiled and said, "Yes Mam. No Mam. Thank You Mam" and so on.

When they were dropped off, Josh promised to stay in touch and reminded them that all they had to do was give his name at the box office to get in free.

His mom thought that was really nice. They were such nice boys.

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Meanwhile, over at Dillon's, Austin and Eric's night of hell was continuing in full swing.

The girls were really enjoying torturing Eric, the hot 17 year old straight jock with the attitude. All of them had had experiences with guys like him who treated girls like shit and were getting into paybacks.

Austin was escaping things either. He wasn't tied down, but his hands were cuffed behind his back and he was being passed around the room being fondled and teased. A couple of the girls really got into using dildo's in his ass. They loved making him bend over and grunt as they rammed them in as deep as they could.

While there was a fair amount of fondling too, but most of what he was experiencing was punishment and torture.

The girls really loved watching him squirm and gasp as they dropped hot wax all over his body. Most of it landed on his cock and balls. Dillon's sister tried to use this little funnel to channel some of the wax down into his piss slit, but that didn't work to well since the funnel clogged quickly.

Still enough of the molted wax did impact inside his slit to cause him to cry out in pain.

Another round of drinks were served as the girls watched Austin pick the wax off of his friend. That was another thrill. Though he wasn't all that hairy, there was just enough of a manly coating to hurt like hell as the wax was pulled off.

The situation was humiliating for both teens, but more so for Eric. Girls or not, he was embarrassed and angry. Getting a hard-on was a good thing most of the time, but not now, and not under these circumstances.

With the wax cleared away, Dillon's sister knelt beside the table and explained what Eric's next degradation was to be.

"I know that you've bragged about how many times you've made bitches suck your cock. Now it's time for you to be the bitch. Austin seems in need of relief and you're going to help him out, by licking his balls, and sucking him until he cums."

Eric shook his head back and forth and snarled, "No fucking way bitch! I ain't no damn fag! I don't care what you do to me."

Eric still couldn't get the things he had been forced to do at the park out of his mind. Sure he had sucked cocks and worse, but they guys who were total strangers, and not sneaky bitches. He just couldn't give this girl and her friends the satisfaction of watching him suck his best friend. He truly didn't care what else they did to him.

And that was the chink in his "tough guy" armor. Eric was a lot like his younger brother Tanner. Both had very high tolerances for pain and could endure a lot.

Like Tanner though, he did have an emotional soft spot.

It probably wasn't by conscious design, but is while Dillon was "setting things up" with his sister, that he said something that stuck in her mind.

"The strange thing about Eric is, although he's an asshole, he has the thing about his friends. Especially his best friend Austin. Now it's not like Eric is gay or anything, in fact he hates fags! But is like he'd do anything to protect Austin. And I mean anything."

Dillon had gotten that from Tanner. It's what Tanner had used to ensnare Eric.

It did seem bizarre, but she decided to test things out.

She retrieved an object from the sex toy table and showed it Eric. It was about eighteen inches long and looked like a type of wand, with a wooden handle.

"Now you probably don't know what this is, so I'll have to demonstrate. It's sort of like a cattle prod and has various uses."

Eric's eyes widened as she pressed the trigger on the handle and a spark shot out of the tip of the rod.

"It does pack quite a punch. But feel for yourself."

She touched the tip of the rod to Eric's inner thigh and pressed the trigger.

Eric gasped and yanked at his bonds as he felt what seemed like a hundred pin pricks on his sensitive flesh.

"Pretty nasty, huh?" She grinned.

Eric's confidence wavered slightly, but he was far from giving in. All of a sudden, his manhood felt even more exposed and vulnerable than it had been.

He had no doubt in his mind that she would be using the dreadful thing on his cock and balls. As strong as he was, he would end of screaming, but he was still not willing to give them the satisfaction of watching him suck Austin. Distracted as he was, he wasn't paying attention to the fact that Austin had been tied into a chair, with his legs spread wide.

Dillon's sister smiled and teased, "Oh silly me, I guess I didn't make it all that clear. I can understand why you're confused. This is not for you! It's for your cute friend."

A couple of the girls who had been standing to block his view, stepped aside.

He tiled his head up and saw Austin strapped in a chair. As tough as Austin was, he looked like a scared rabbit.

Dillon's sister let the situation sink in, then continued.

"Okay, now this is how things will work. I'll ask you again if you are ready to suck your friend's cock. If you say no, then he gets five zaps with this thing in all the wrong places. After that, I'll ask you again. If you still say no, then he'll get ten. After that, it's simple math, even for a dumb jock like you. The shocks will keep doubling. Oh and don't worry, I've got plenty of batteries for this thing."

Eric hated the thought of Austin having to suffer, but wasn't ready to give in, so he said, "Fuck off."

Dillon's sister smiled, walked over to Austin and zapped both of his thighs.

It felt worse than Austin had expected, far worse. He cried out and pulled at his bonds.

Dillon's sister smiled as she zapped Austin's balls and hard cock with the remaining three.

Austin screamed. Tears ran down his face. After a few moments of useless thrashing, he dropped his head and slumped in his chair.

Eric had a big lump in his throat as he looked at his friend. As badly as he felt, he was not ready to give in. He snapped at Dillon's sister to leave Austin alone and use it on him instead.

That's when she knew she was definitely on the right track.

She asked Eric again if he was ready. Eric spat at her and said no, then watched in horror as she attacked Austin's naked body with the infernal device.

She zapped both of his thighs once more, then focused the remainder on Austin's oversized cock.

Austin tried to keep from screaming, but couldn't. By the eighth zap, one of the girls had to gag Austin. The screams were that loud.

Following that round, Dillon's sister kneeled beside Eric and taunted, "Okay next time it will be twenty and they will all go to his balls. I know guys' testicles are really sensitive. Don't worry though, we'll keep the gag in his mouth. I hope you enjoy watching."

She let it sink in some more than asked, "So you ready to do it yet or not. It's up to you!"

Eric was so pissed he couldn't think straight. He hated giving in, but just couldn't let Austin go through anymore."

He glared at her and said, "Okay, okay. You win! I'll do it!"

Dillon's sister, smiled in triumph.

The girls untied Austin and led him to the coffee table. Though he was a little woozy, he recovered quickly enough to straddle the table and position his cock and balls above Eric's face.

One of the girls placed a small pillow under Eric's head, to support him.

Despite the fact Eric was so straight, he couldn't avoid succumbing to that intoxicating odor that emanated from Austin's crotch area. It smelled of sweat, naked flesh and male arousal.

Eric stuck out his tongue and started things off by licking the underside of Austin's low hanging balls. Austin moaned in pleasure, in spite of himself.

His moans grew louder as Eric worked his way up Austin's huge shaft. Eric's face remained flushed with anger and embarrassment as he pleasured his best friend.

Intermingled with those emotions was another one that Eric refused to recognize. Like it or not, his own balls tingled every time Austin moaned with pleasure.

There was other tingling going on in the room. The girls were so worked up they could hardly stand it. How often did they get to see something like this, two hard-bodied jocks going at it.

Austin lost himself in the feeling and began pumping his cock in and out of Eric's mouth. All of a sudden, Austin let out a loud shriek and began shooting into Eric's mouth.

The girls all cheered as they watched "the Cuteness" unload inside his best friend's mouth.

Eric tried to swallow it all as fast as he could without tasting it, but failed. Austin's last squirts filled his mouth with his rich cream.

It wasn't till after both boys had caught their breaths that Eric's total humiliation and utter embarrassment became clear.

Moments after Austin began shooting, Eric's own cock exploded, without being touched. His first volley splashed on Austin's back. The remainder landed on his chest and stomach.

Dillon's sister hadn't noticed it when it happened but a couple of the others did, and told her.

Once Austin had climbed off the table, she patted Eric's warm cock and teased, "Looks like you really like your friend. Maybe you're not as straight as you say you are."

Eric was speechless. He had cum while sucking his best friend. Worse, it was in front of these damn girls.

What followed was somewhat, anti-climatic. By then, most of the girls were getting tired. Sleeping bags were spread out around the room and put to use.

Eric was released from his bondage and led to a corner where some blankets and pillows were laid out. He and Austin were to sleep there still naked. Their final challenge would happen sometime late morning. After which they would be free to go.

Both were exhausted and just wanted to sleep. Eric hid his tears as he curled up under the blanket. The taste of Austin's cock and cum was still strong in his mouth, as was Austin's strong manly scent in his nostrils.

Somehow he managed to force himself to sleep. His big hope was that this bad dream would go away.

Austin managed to get to sleep too. He knew how tough it had all been on Eric, but couldn't get over how good it felt cumming in his mouth.

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Not surprisingly, just about everyone involved with Saturday's "events" slept in.

Tanner and Dillon were the first ones to stir. Both were starving and rushed to throw together a big breakfast of pancakes and sausage. They ate quickly, cleaned up just as fast and hurried back to Tanner's room.

They fired up the computer and scanned Tanner's emails. The usual pleas were there, along with an email from Josh.

Both smiled as they read it. It had been sent just after Josh had gotten up.

Josh had thought a lot about what had happened and assured Tanner that he had no second thoughts and was ready to roll.

Tanner sent a short, but encouraging response. Josh would be treated a little differently than the other slave boys. He'd still be a slave, just not quite like the others. What remained to be determined was whether or not Josh was interested in the bondage and torture stuff. It would be okay if he wasn't, but better if he was.

After scanning the rest of the emails, Tanner looked at Dillon and said, "Hey look dude, I have a bunch of Ebay business I need to take care of. You can use Eric's computer if you want."

Dillon had just remembered something from the day before. He looked back at Tanner, who was already opening his Ebay Email account and said, "Hey, I'll just go for a walk."

Tanner just nodded as he started checking his sales and making a list of stuff he would need to mail out.

Dillon pulled on some socks and sneakers and headed off.

It was pretty late Sunday morning and he wanted to check if Jeff had left a note under that rock up by the lookout.

It could still be too early. If none was there, he'd have to check later in the day to be sure.

His heart pounded as he climbed the hill and made his way to the rock. He couldn't forget the thrill he had when he had pulled Jeff's shorts down and given him a command.

He knelt beside the rock, tipped it up and almost passed out when he saw the piece of paper tucked inside a small plastic bag.

He pulled the note out and read it as his heart pounded.

"Okay, I'm In! So what now?"

Dillon was surprised to see that Jeff had included his email address, cell phone number and street address at the end of the note.

He stuffed it into his pocket then sat down on the rock to think.

"Was this all really happening? Were there really this many guys around who wanted to do this stuff?" He wondered.

He continued thinking about that as he returned to Tanner's house. Jeff was quite possibly his first "solo" capture. He had done it on his own without Tanner's help and he was feeling really good about it.

As he walked through the woods, he began formulating his first email to Jeff.

The boy wasn't quite as hot as Josh was, but was close. More importantly, he seemed quite eager. He had offered no resistance at all when Dillon had pulled his shorts down and off. Just before he reached the back gate to Tanner's yard, he remembered Jeff's briefs, stuffed inside his left cargo shorts pocket. He pulled them out and examined them closely.

There was a faint scent of "boy" in them. More importantly was some white crusty stuff inside the front. That was encouraging.

He stuffed the briefs back in his pocket and rushed inside.

Tanner had apparently finished his Ebay work and was looking impatient.

"What the fuck took you so long?" he snarled as Dillon entered his room.

Dillon responded, "I was just walking around. Sorry, so what's up?"

Tanner smiled, "What's up is I or we have gotten some more Emails. And you left your fucking cell phone here. It keeps ringing. I just ignored it, but it keeps ringing."

Dillon scooped it up and started checking his messages. There weren't all that many. The ones that were there, however, had all come from his sister.

He smiled as he scanned through them. It wasn't like they were urgent. The good news was, most had video links included.

Dillon went to the first one and grinned as a video started to play. He let it run, before he stopped it and said, "Dude! Stop what you're doing and get ready to check your email. I'm sending you some links."

Tanner waited in anticipation as Dillon worked quickly. Minutes later, the links had been sent. Tanner opened the first one and grinned as the video started to play.

It was a clip from the party at Dillon's house. The first one showed Eric, tied down on the coffee table with his hard cock being whipped by a bunch of girls. The video was great, and so was the sound.

Tanner's cock hardened with every gasp and moan from his older brother.

They watched the other videos. All were good. The last ones were the best though. They included that final thing where Austin was being zapped and Eric gave in and sucked Austin until he shot his load into Eric's mouth.

The ending was a little messed up, but they heard and saw enough to know that Eric had shot his load too, in spite of himself.

Tanner saved the links, then turned to Dillon, "Shit that was hot! Dang, I can't wait for next weekend. They will have to wear the chastity things for another full week. Then we can have some fun with them. Maybe out in the woods."

They talked about it for a little while. For the moment, Tanner's status as Dillon's slave was set aside as they considered their options for the following weekend.

Tanner was really eager to do some nasty things with his brother and Austin. They would have talked about that some more had Tanner not suddenly remembered.

"Holy shit Dude! I almost forgot. I got another email from Josh. He wanted to talk on the phone, so I called his cell phone."

"He's like super-horny it seems. We talked for a while. Seems like his parents are divorced and he's living with his mom. He's working later this afternoon, but will be home for awhile."

"He said his Web-cam is hooked up if we wanted to test it."

Dillon grinned, "Okay, that sounds cool. Might be fun too."

Tanner turned on his Cam and launched his messenger program. He saw that Josh was showing as being "ONLINE", so he contacted him.

Within a few minutes, they were communicating face to face. Josh had his headset on and seemed really excited to see that Dillon was there too.

"Yea, he stayed overnight. He lives just down the block. So what's happening?" Tanner asked. He had the speakers turned up just loud enough so Dillon could hear, without screwing up his inboard microphone.

"Well my Mom's at some church meeting. One of the neighbors is giving me a ride to work in a couple of hours. I got my permit, but can't drive alone just yet. Mom said she'll get me a used car, if I keep getting good grades and pay for my own gas."

Tanner and Dillon liked the sound of that. Having a "buddy" with a car could come in very handy.

Tanner asked, "So you're doing what I told you to do with your pants, right?"

They could almost see Josh's blush on the screen.

"Oh yea. I didn't wash them. I checked this morning. They're pretty sticky inside."

Tanner winked at Dillon and said, "That's good. You wear them again today with no underwear, and cum in them two times at work."

Josh's mouth dropped open and he said, "Wow!"

Though he appeared a little shocked, he didn't object. In fact, he was already figuring out just where in the theater he would do it.

Despite the fact that the exchange was highly charged, the three boys engaged in some general chat about being gay. Josh seemed relieved when Tanner and Dillon both admitted they had only recently accepted the fact that they were gay, and more importantly had revealed it to each other.

Josh seemed really relieved. Maybe he wasn't as far behind and screwed up as he thought.

They chatted for a bit about the problems they faced. Neither of them wanted to be completely "outed" at school. Still, they wanted to have fun.

Eventually the chat came back around to their present situation. Dillon was feeling pretty bold and sort of took control of the moment. For some reason, he had decided not to reveal the fact that Tanner was his slave whenever he wanted. That would come eventually."

"So Josh, you said you were home alone, right?" Dillon asked.

"Yea!" Josh responded excitedly.

Dillon didn't wait to consult with Tanner. Instead, he clicked on the button to start recording Josh's Web-cam as he said, "Okay, now since you are now officially our slave boy, we might as well start your initiation. We'll do some right now. Most we'll have to do in person though. Oh and just so you know, we're recording you now and will share this video with whoever we want."

Josh gulped but didn't object. "Okay!" he stammered.

"We'll start by having you remove your shirt. Do it now!" Dillon said firmly.

He smiled at Tanner as they watched Josh rush to obey. It was the first time they saw Josh shirtless, and they weren't disappointed. His upper body showed some muscle, but not too much, and he had a flat stomach with some faint muscular lines. Because his waist was so narrow, the overall effect was an awesome V-shaped torso.

Josh sat back down, put his headset on and said, "Okay, what next?"

Dillon asked, "What else do you have on?"

"Just my gym shorts. That's it." He responded.

"Good. Now this is what we want you to do. We can see your bed behind you. You set your Cam up so it's focused on the bed. Then take off your shorts. Get on the bed on your knees and face the camera with your hands behind your head. After a couple of minutes, turn around so we can see your ass for a bit. After that sit back down and frame things so we can see your cock and balls and your face. Do it now!"

Josh's heart was pounding like crazy as he followed Dillon's instructions to the letter. As he knelt on the bed and faced the camera his cock completed it's rise to full erection. No one had ever seen him erect before. Now Dillon and Tanner were seeing him and recording it.

He turned around and showed his ass to the camera.

When he finally sat back down and framed the cam as instructed, he was very close to cumming. So were Tanner and Dillon. Josh's body was better than they had anticipated.

"Okay Josh, so how many times do you think you can cum in one day? Be honest!" Dillon said firmly.

Again there was the obvious blush. Josh glanced around nervously, then said softly, "I don't know maybe six times. Maybe more."

The truth was, Josh was masturbating around five times a day. He did it before and after school, at night just before he went to bed, in the middle of the night, and sometimes in school, before gym class. He did that in a toilet so he wouldn't get boned in the showers.

"So do you shoot a lot of stuff most of the time?" Dillon asked.

Once again there was an embarrassed look before he responded, "Yea, a lot almost all the time."

Tanner and Dillon were anxious to see but were on the same wavelength.

"Okay, well, here's the deal now. We can tell you'd probably like to cum right now. But you're our slave boy and we want you to hold off. You're on your honor, not to cum until you are at work. Then you have to do it like we said, in your pants with no underwear on, two times, and you can't wipe any of it off with paper towels or anything."

Josh gulped and asked, "Um, can I wash my pants after tonight. They'll start to smell pretty bad if I don't."

Dillon glanced at Tanner who nodded.

"Yea. Since you are doing so well so far, we'll let you. Now since we still have some time, lets talk about your school schedule."

Josh was two grades ahead of them, and even though they were in the same school, their paths weren't likely to cross much. However, as dumb luck, or perverse luck would have it, their lunch periods coincided.

Tanner almost took over at that point, but Dillon kicked him.

"Okay, here's the plan. You do just like we say. No jerking off or cumming until you get to work. Then you do it twice in your pants."

"When you get home, you send Tanner an email telling us how it went. Tomorrow, you go to school, commando style, and meet us by the hoagie counter at lunch."

Josh thought for just a moment then stammered, "Uh, I have gym tomorrow afternoon. Someone might notice I don't have underwear on when I change."

Tanner did jump in at that point.

"Dude that's your problem. You're our slave boy remember, so just do it. Oh and we'll check to make sure you're going commando!"

As much as they wanted to watch Josh jack-off on camera, they decided to wait and let him suffer. Of course, he could cheat, but both were sure he wouldn't.

After that, Dillon reminded Josh of his instructions, one more time before they logged off.

Josh's remaining time before work was like heaven and hell. He was so excited. He wanted to jack-off in the worst possible way. He took a shower and almost lost it, so he had to turn the water to cold.

He almost "lost it" a second time when he pulled his dress pants on. They were still sticky in the crotch and he could feel it. Still he was determined to be a good slave, so he waited.

After all that, Tanner and Dillon were understandably ready for some action. Dillon began hinting that Tanner would have to do some slave stuff. Tanner was ready to start getting to it, when they heard a door slam downstairs, followed by a stomping of feet on the stairs.

"I think my brother's home," Tanner offered.

------------------------------------------------------ THE BIG CONFRONTATION AND RESOLUTION

Moments later his door flew open. Eric burst into the room. He was in an absolute rage.

"TANNER! YOU FUCKING SNEAKY LITTLE SHIT! And YOU TOO DILLON! I should beat the SHIT out of both you, you little perverts."

Dillon recoiled in fear as Eric stomped towards them. Tanner didn't flinch. He just sat back in his chair, smiled at Eric and said, "Wow, big brother. You seem upset about something."

Eric glared at Tanner and snapped, "You know damn well why I am upset. I'm here to tell you that this SHIT ends right now! Today. I mean it Tanner. I'm going to tell mom and dad all about what you've done. How you tricked Austin. What a little sick pervert you are, everything! By the time I'm done, you'll be in some juvie mental ward."

Dillon was shaking, but Tanner remained calm. Enraged as he was, Eric was no match for his younger brother. Eric should have known this by now. This type of approach never worked with Tanner and never would.

Tanner didn't cringe or even yell back. Instead he sat there calmly for a bit, then said, "Look, Dillon and I are sort of busy now. I can understand that you are upset, but it changes nothing. You and Austin are going to keep doing what I tell you to do, or else."

"You want to go to Mom and Dad, go right ahead. Who do you think they will believe is a pervert? Remember, I've got those videos and pictures stashed away safely. I even have some from last night where you were sucking Austin's cock. Nice clear pictures by the way. Can't even tell that you were tied up."

"Then there are some pictures from the park with you and those guys. Some good ones there too."

Tanner stood up and faced his raging brother. He returned Eric's nasty glare and said firmly, "Now I'll tell you what is gonna stop big brother, is this bull shit. I mean it. You should have enough brains to understand what it's like out there. Who do you think people will believe? You, a guy whose pictures are floating around with his best friend's cock in his mouth. Not to mention the video where his best friend is beating his little brother's naked ass. And speaking of that younger brother. Poor impressionable trusting boy he is. Cute too. It's a shame how he was abused so terribly by his brother's best friend."

Dillon was certain that Eric would pounce on Tanner at any second.

They glared at each other for what seemed an eternity. Finally, it was Eric who flinched. He may have been a dumb jock, but he knew what Tanner was saying was true. There was no way he could explain things if any of those pictures got out. There was also the fact that Mom and Dad believed Tanner was such a DAMN little angel, mischevious, but still sweet.

"Come on Tanner. Why are you doing this? Have I really been that mean to you?"

Tanner thought for a moment and replied, "Well, you have been nice at times, but mostly you treat me like shit. That's changed now. It's like I told you, Austin is safe, so are you, as long as you both do whatever I say. Well and what Dillon says too, since you came in here like you did."

Eric might not have been completely vanquished but it was close enough. He thought about everything Tanner had said and knew he was stuck. The battle and the war were lost. What remained now was to salvage something from defeat.

Dillon relaxed as he watched Eric's transformation.

Eric started breathing slower, looked around woefully and did the only thing he could do, under the circumstances, he looked at Tanner and said, "Okay, look. I get it. You win, okay? Even though I hate it, I'll do what you say as long as Austin is protected. Well me too."

Tanner smiled, "That's the deal big brother. It's that simple."

"Just one request though. Since we're brothers and all. Could you maybe just cool it just a little with all the, um, gay stuff. Just a little, okay? I'm not gay and not into that, and I'm sure Austin isn't either."

Tanner was pretty sure that Austin was getting into it, but let it pass.

"Okay, well, since you have settled down, I'll back off just a little. The thing is Eric you really do have to get over it! Coming in here like this was not cool. You'll be punished for that."

Eric's face flushed. "Oh God Tanner, please not more time with this damn thing on my cock!"

Tanner chuckled, "No, I won't do that, unless you screw up again. I'm gonna test you this week. You screw up in any way, give me or Dillon here any grief at all, and there will be lots of punishment. And not just for you! Anytime you fail to follow an order, Austin will be punished too! You got it?"

Eric lowered his head and said, "Yea, I got it."

Tanner winked at Dillon, then turned to Eric and said, "Okay Eric you can go to your room now and relax. I may call for you later for something. Meanwhile go ahead and take a shower cause you really do stink. You smell like sweat and cum."

Eric headed back to his room.

As soon as he was gone. Dillon stammered, "Shit, is it really over? I mean with him?"

Tanner giggled, "Well mostly. He knows he's beaten. He'll sulk on it for awhile and probably bitch at me, but he won't do anything else. Like I said, there's no way he could explain it all."

As Tanner and Dillon sat in the room talking, Eric took a long shower. He reviewed everything that had happened, and finally resolved to let it drop.

He'd do whatever Tanner wanted. There was a year left before he and Austin headed off to college. They were hoping to go to the same school and be on the football team. Once there, they would be out from under Tanner's direct control.

Then there was the other thing. Tanner could be really intense about something for a while, then switch to something else. Eric hoped Tanner would lose at least some interest in him and Austin, in favor of something or someone else.

As the water ran down his hard teen body, his thoughts returned to the final indignity he and Austin had faced. For Eric, it was worse than the pain and tortures of the night before.

Shortly after breakfast, and under threat of more of that electric shock torture for Austin, the two 17 year old jocks, were forced to make love to each other.

The girls watched and taped the entire thing, stopping the camera just long enough to issue directions.

Eric trembled when he thought about what was on that tape. It was all there, kissing, groping, massaging, rimming, sucking (in a 69 position), and ultimately fucking. The girls made them do it all while they watched and fingered themselves.

As disgusting as it had been, Eric could not deny the fact that there had been some moments when he was pretty turned on. The most intense moment came when he mounted Austin. Austin's ass was so damn tight and he fucked his best friend brutally. The same way he'd fuck a bitch.

Somehow he managed to put it aside. When he was done showering, he pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of sweats and went down to the kitchen for something to eat and drink. Try as he might, the taste of Austin's cock and cum seemed to linger in his mouth.

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The big confrontation was over. Dillon decided he should get home. His sister and her friends had to be on their way back to the college and the next day was a school day.

Before he left though, he asked Tanner if he could log on to his hotmail email account from his computer. Dillon still wasn't sure if his dad had a keystroke logger hidden on his computer with all the other stuff.

Tanner told him he could and plopped down on his bed and turned on his TV. Both boys needed a break.

Dillon definitely needed one, but before that, he needed to send Jeff, the boy from the woods, an email. He was brief, and told Jeff to call him on his cell phone after school the next day. He also noted that his cell and text messages were the fastest way to stay in touch.

With the email sent, he logged off and headed home.

As he walked down the block, he thought about the big event in the woods. He'd tell Tanner about what he had done sometime soon. At the right time.

A little while later, Tanner was where he always was, at his computer, when he heard a soft knock on his door. It was Eric, but a different one than the one who had burst he before.

Eric poked his head in and asked, "Yo Tanner, there's a good football game on tonight. Do you want to watch it in my room? I threw some hot wings in the oven."

Well, Eric did have the birthright, which meant he had the bigger HD TV in his room. Tanner smiled back and agreed to join his big brother in a few minutes.

Anyone looking into Eric's room later that evening would have seen a classic American scene. Two teenage brothers, sitting side by side on a spare bed, watching a football game, while chowing down on hot wings, chips and Coke.

They cheered and hollered and made all kinds of bets about whether a play would work, who would score next, and so on.

They were just play bets. Taunts and verbal jabs flew through the air a long with some playful jostling and wrestling.

It was during halftime, when the spell was momentarily broken.

Eric looked at Tanner and said seriously, "You know Tanner I'm still pissed at you."

Tanner smiled slightly and responded, "Yea, I figured that, but it's okay."

Eric continued, "But don't start getting your little titties in a wringer. I'll do what you say, okay. I can't promise I'll like it, but I will do it. You just have to promise me one thing. It's all I ask as your big brother."

Tanner was starting to get a lump in his throat. There was something really different about the way Eric was talking to him.

Eric took a deep breath and said, "If Austin and I do everything you say for the next year. Would you destroy all copies of those videos you have of Austin, and the ones of me, you know, the sex ones?"

It was a lot to ask. Tanner wanted to keep them and hold them over their heads through college. Still, he wasn't a total monster, and Eric, was his brother.

He thought about it and figured why not. The way things were going at the moment, who knew what else he would have going by then. The college that the two were probably going to was at least four hours away. They probably wouldn't be home all that much.

Tanner let Eric stew for a bit longer and then said, "Okay, I'll make you a promise. You know a sacred one. If you really do whatever Dillon and I say, all through high school, with no bullshit, then I will destroy them all. I promise. Okay?"

The truth was, Tanner really didn't have all the copies he said he did, stashed in secret places on the net. He only had two, and both were hidden inside their house in places were only Tanner would ever find them. For good measure, the files had been encrypted as well.

As clever and sneaky as Tanner was, he did have one tiny little flaw. It was a sign actually. It was one that Eric had only begun to recognize within the last year.

He had seen a movie about poker players and things called "tells." They were signs that revealed things. In Tanner's case it was a sign that indicated he was telling the truth.

Tanner was so adept and comfortable at bluffing, and well, lying, that when he was being truthful, there was always that little sign.

Eric looked for it now as Tanner repeated his promise. And there it was, that tiny little twitch on the end of his left eyebrow when he said I promise.

Eric smiled at Tanner, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, that makes me feel a lot better now." It actually did.

Now if there was one thing bizarre about the entire situation it was that, as right as he was about that little twitch, he had failed to notice that it hadn't been there each and every time Tanner had threatened to turn Austin and then Eric in.

All of those threats and promises had been a total bluff from the very beginning. Tanner had no intention of actually using the videos or the pictures. Once he did, he'd lose any hold he had completely. Not only that, he'd probably lose any chance of ensnaring anyone else.

Anyway, Eric was as happy as he could be. He and Austin would be free once they headed off to college. That was at least some victory.

Their parents returned from their trip, at the start of the last quarter of the football game. They poked their heads into Eric's room and were pleased to see their two teenage sons watching the game together, peacefully.

Welcome home pleasantries were exchanged and the boys were left alone, with a final admonition about it being a school night.

By the time the game was over, Tanner had dropped off to sleep. Eric smiled as he carried his younger brother to his own room. Tanner's looks were really deceiving. He still seemed like a little squirt to Eric, but dang he was getting heavy. The thing was it was almost all muscle. Little brother was built like a compact "brick shithouse."

Back in his own room, Eric dropped off to sleep quickly too. It had been a very long weekend!

It had been a long weekend for Josh as well, but not long enough. Now that he had a "taste" of the real thing, he was anxious for more, a lot more. The whole "slave" thing was turning him on like never before. He couldn't wait for more orders from the two boys.

Speaking of orders, as directed, he had cum in his pants two times at work. The ride home with his mother was scary. The front of his pants were literally soaked with cum. Eric could smell it and prayed his mother didn't.

As soon as they got home, he rushed to his room, pulled off his clothes and put on a bathrobe. He planned to shower before bed and enjoy a nice long jack-off session.

As he started to stuff his dress pants in his laundry bag, he paused for a moment to examine and sniff them. The smell of cum was very strong. He squirmed around a bit as he remembered how it had felt at work. There had been times when his cock sort of stuck to his pubes. He could still feel that stickiness in his pubes that were matted with drying cum.

He shoved the pants deep into his laundry bag. "Thank God I have to do my own laundry now!" he thought.

He was just about to head to the shower when he remembered the "boys" last instruction. They had told him to send them an email about how things had gone at work.

He turned on his computer and logged into his email account.

His initial thought was to send short a short note, but that changed as he began to type. He let his bathrobe fall open and his cock rose quickly as he typed.

He describe in detail the two times he had "creamed" inside his pants, how it felt afterwards walking around with the sticky mess inside, and how afraid he had been about the smell.

It was after he had finished his "report" that a wild urge, sort of overcame him.

The thing about Josh that was different from many "curious" boys his age, was that he had never really gotten into any "stuff" on the Internet. Though a bunch of his pals in school bragged about it all the time, he had been too scared to look for stuff on the Net.

As good as he was with computers, he had still not gotten over that one time he had done a search using the term "gay boys." He had gotten a list of links, and the first one he clicked on ended up launching a bunch of windows to all kinds of porn sites.

It took him a couple of weeks and a new anti-virus program to keep them from popping up every time he launched his browser.

It's funny how some boys' minds work at times. Josh had concluded he was gay but had never acted on it, until he saw the little scene in the theater with Tanner and Dillon.

It had been around the time he turned 16 that other "things" began popping into his masturbatory fantasies, probably triggered by some off-the-wall comment or joke. In this case, the most likely source was this one crude guy in gym class who frequently joked about wanting to make "this bitch" or "that bitch" his "sex slave."

That term stuck with Josh and he started to have these strange thoughts. Little by little, he started imagining himself as a sex slave for some guys. Though he had never read any of those stories, nor seen that type of porn he began visualizing all sorts of wild things.

Most involved him being naked and ordered to perform sexual acts in front of others. The most common ones being to masturbate in public places, in front of crowds.

Eventually, punishment and torture entered the visions. He watched "Starship Troopers" on cable, and when this really hot guy was strung up shirtless and flogged, he imagined it was him. In that case though he was naked and had an erection, which everyone pointed to and laughed about.

Bondage also became a part of most of those nagging fantasies.

The whole theater experience had been a significant moment in Josh's life. He had been "smitten" by a teenaged hottie named Tanner. He had seen his naked body, tasted his cock, and would do anything Tanner ordered him to do, no matter how tough.

He struggled with the last part of the email and rewrote it several times.

Finally he settled on a simple closing:

"Please forgive me if I screw up at times. This is all so new to me. I will follow all your orders and will take whatever punishment you say if I screw up.

Your Slave,

Josh

PS: I will see you guys at lunch."

Josh was painfully boned by the time he pressed the send button. He hoped it didn't sound too hokey.

Following that, Josh was glad for the long shower. He washed all the dried cum out of his pubes before starting a long jack-off session.

He dragged it out as long as he could. He was getting pretty close when he thought about his meeting in the lunch room with Tanner and Dillon the next day. He had been ordered to go "commando" in school. Was it possible that Tanner might order him to cum in his pants during lunch? Right there in the lunch room?

And that did it. His cock exploded and splattered the shower wall with a full load of his thick seed.

Josh was drained after that. He decided to sleep naked that night and drifted off to sleep thinking about what orders he would be given for the week ahead. He hoped there would be a lot.

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STUFF

Thank You to all who have written me. Sadly it is not possible for me to always respond in kind. Maybe at some point I will be able to. I do, however, read all emails and have incorporated several of the suggestions and requests into the story. Please do keep writing!

A QUICK CHARACTER STUDY (Like the Old "CliffNotes" Background Stuff):

Tanner- He is in the middle of everything, hence the story title! Of all the characters, he is the one who is sort of, "larger than life." At age 15 (saying that because he almost is), Tanner is unlike the majority of teenaged boys. He has a mental clarity, well beyond his years and a boldness that is scary. He is not afraid of taking risks to get what he wants. Similarly, he has no problem sacrificing his own body to advance his plans. The fact is, he likes it. Though his major "turn-on" is dominating older boys, he is also turned-on by being "dominated" by his best friend Dillon.

Dillon- Tanner's best friend. The two have only recently revealed their "gayness" to each other. They are the same age. Unlike Tanner, Dillon has no interest in "submitting" to anyone, well except maybe to Tanner. Torturing other boys, no matter what age they are, is what turns Dillon on the most. The fact that Tanner is willing to be his "slave" is his biggest "turn-on." As enamored as Dillon is with his best friend, Dillon is just coming out of his shell in many ways. For the moment, he is keeping this "Jeff" guy to himself. Tanner "enslaved" Austin, Eric, probably the 21 year old guy "Sparks", and also Josh. Though Tanner is clearly willing to "share" with his best friend, they are still Tanner's. Jeff appears to be Dillon's "first" conquest, and he wants to experiment some more before he "shares" him with Tanner.

Austin- What can be said? The hot, overly cute high school quarterback with deeply buried and un-acknowledged "gay" BDSM fantasies never saw this all coming. Is he bi-sexual? Probably. While he continues to like doing things with girls, ever since Tanner "trapped" him, he has had an increasingly difficult time focusing on them. Lately, almost all of his fantasies have to do with being forced to do gay things, especially in public.

Eric- Tanner's older brother and Austin's best friend. Eric is unlike Tanner in many ways. He is not as smart, is not as good at "charming" others, particularly adults, and is as close to being "straight" as any boy can be. Well at least as far as he is concerned. Eric is "rude and crude" most of the time. He hates "fags" and is very vocal about it. While some girls are attracted by his never-ending display of male arrogance, the truth is he'd probably have no luck with most girls if it weren't for the fact that he was so damn handsome, in a rugged sort of way. If Eric has one major weakness, it is his best friend Austin. The two are extremely close! All through school, Austin was the one who was always there to help Eric out of so many "jams" of his own making. Austin had what was often referred to as a "silver-tongue" and wasn't afraid to use it to help his "dumb-jock" best friend Eric. The result being, Eric might just be willing to "die" to protect Austin.

FURTHER BACKGROUND STUDY QUESTIONS:

1. How difficult is it for a "heterosexual" boy to deal with his affections for a "best friend" which start to "cross-the-line?"

2. How difficult is it for a "homosexual" boy to deal with his affections for a "totally straight best friend?"

3. How far are "body-proud" jocks (straight or gay), willing to go to satisfy their "exhibitionist" desires?

4. What is the real "percentage for error" in studies focusing on "same-sex" sexual experiences between teenage boys? Do the researchers honestly believe the participants are telling the whole truth?

5. What is it about "public nakedness" that seems to excite so many boys?

SUGGESTIONS/REQUESTS For Dealing with "Josh", "Jeff" and "Sparks" are MOST WELCOME! Tanner and Dillon will be "dealing" with them. To what extent, remains to be seen! Don't wait too long to respond, cause I am typing even as you read. LOL! Oh and please try to incorporate what has already been stated about them into any of those requests and/or suggestions! Thanks!

Cya,

tjwiley