A Teen Jock's Humiliation
Copyright 1999 Calspeed
Chapter Four
As I lay in the back seat of the car wondering what Rick had in store for me at the next stop, I became aware of a growing bulge in Scotty's lap. This was hard to miss since my head was resting between Scotty's legs. I decided to ignore it since I felt that Scotty had already had more than enough fun with my body tonight. Harder to ignore was that Ryan was now playing with my ass. I was dressed only in my white Jockey briefs and socks (since I had traded away the rest of my clothes for this ride home) and my rear end was resting pretty much in Ryan's lap. My arms were tied behind my back and my legs were jackknifed into the floorboards of the cramped back seat.
Ryan had started by resting his hands on my rump. Then he began running his index finger slowly up and down my crack. I tried to block him by moving my bound hands across my butt. Ryan countered this by simply giving my balls a gentle squeeze. I quickly moved my hands out of his way. Then, through the thin fabric of my Jockeys, Ryan started to finger my asshole. Despite my best efforts to remain calm, the stimulation was beginning to arouse me. Ryan must have been aware of this since my hardening dick was pressing against his leg. Ryan then knocked off his fooling around; maybe he was afraid I would blow my wad on his pant leg.
"Okay, Rick, where are we heading?" asked Steve.
"Joe's Place," replied Rick.
My blood ran a little cold when I heard that. I knew of Joe's Place. It was an unlicensed tavern where the younger, rowdier element in town hung out. It was back in the woods someplace and I had never been there, but it had an unsavory reputation. I guessed that if we were going there, Rick had some sort of public display (or worse) planned for me. However, I didn't even think of protesting; I knew it wouldn't do any good and, besides, I had agreed to all of this. Plus, while I felt considerable trepidation about what Rick had in mind, I couldn't deny a thrill of excitement too.
But apparently Steve didn't want to go there. "I don't like that place. And it's out of the way," complained Steve.
"It's where I want to go," said Rick. "It's not that far out of the way."
"Well, okay, if it's what you want," said Steve, magnanimously.
We kept driving and eventually left the rough logging roads and rejoined the public road. After we drove for a while down some back roads I didn't recognize, we pulled into the gravel parking lot of an unassuming roadhouse which had no sign but I guessed to be Joe's Place.
"You're going to have to stay in the car, little bro," said Steve to Scotty. Scotty didn't object but just nodded. I got the feeling that he didn't want to go inside. Steve, Rick, Ryan and I got out of the car and headed toward the front door.
"Well, Cal, your antics with Scotty and Ryan were entertaining but I don't need you to get my rocks off. I have something more rewarding in mind," said Rick.
"Entertaining? You mean you were watching!" I exclaimed.
"Sure. Steve, Ryan and I followed you and Scotty into the woods. Scotty sure surprised us with your whipping! I almost bust a gut laughing. And Steve and I peeked through the cabin window at your playtime with Ryan. In fact, watching you with Ryan gave me my idea for this stop."
Ryan looked a little embarrassed but I was in shock. My psychological crutch so far tonight had been my belief that my humiliations had at least been relatively private. I had thought I was maintaining some sort of dignified front in front of Steve and Rick but now it turns out that each of these guys had seen everything I was willing to do.
"Stop, this won't work," ordered Rick, looking at me. "Lift up your feet." As I lifted one foot after the other, Rick stripped off my socks. He pulled out his penknife and deftly tore my socks into strips. He tied the strips together and then around my head to create an effective (if somewhat dirty and smelly) blindfold for me.
"Okay, good," said Rick and the four of us walked into Joe's Place.
It was nice and warm inside and a small buzz of conversation stopped as we walked in. I could feel smooth, well-worn floorboards beneath my bare feet.
"What have you got there?" said a strange voice.
"Prime grade A teenage jock!" said Rick.
"What does he do?" said another voice.
"What he does, I'll get to in a minute," said Rick. "First, I'll give you a free look at the merchandise."
I wasn't sure I liked the term merchandise. I considered asking for help from the people in the bar. However, I noted that so far no one at Joe's Place had asked the bound and blindfolded almost nude grade A teenage jock how he was feeling about things. I might do better with Steve and the guys. Also, I had agreed to all of this and my pride wouldn't let me back out of a deal.
"You're going to dance," whispered Rick in my ear.
"I can't dance," I whispered back. "Particularly with my arms tied."
"You don't need your arms to dance. Just sway to the music; try to keep to the beat. And shake your booty."
"Well, I'll need some music at least."
"I'll get you music," said Rick. Next I hear the clink of change in a jukebox and a song comes on. Appropriately enough, Rick has chosen an old Bob Seger tune, the one to which Tom Cruise dances in his underwear in Risky Business. Though I think Tom got to wear a shirt. And he didn't have his hands tied behind him.
I began dancing and started to get the hang of it pretty quick. I guess I was okay because people started to clap along. This encouraged me. I got a little more adventurous and started strutting back and forth like a rock star. The audience started whooping it up. I realized that it was kind of a turn-on dancing almost nude for people that I couldn't see. I knew Rick, Steve and Ryan were watching me but who were the others? Did I know any of them? Were they people I saw every day. Did they recognize me? I thought probably not; I was relatively new in town. Then I heard a voice say, "isn't that the new kid, Cal whatshisname?" So much for my anonymity. I wondered who had recognized me. Then I realized that wherever I went from now on, I would wonder if anyone I ran into had watched me dance in my underwear at Joe's Place.
I heard a shout from the audience, "hey, show us the goods!"
"That's not free," called out Rick. "How much you willing to pay?"
There was a little discussion and then a voice said, "we've got five dollars."
"Okay," said Rick. "Show me the money!"
I guess Rick got his money because the next thing I know, my underpants are pulled down below my knees and everything I've got is on display to the crowd. I didn't know I had any shame left but I could feel myself blushing. Then my dick starts rising up again. "Glad to see you're enjoying this," Rick whispered in my ear.
Having my briefs around my ankles inhibited my dancing but the audience in the bar didn't seem to mind. Wolf whistles and applause had greeted my unveiling. I unwisely tried to jump around a little, lost my balance and fell on my ass. Almost immediately, two sets of arms grabbed me and helped my to my feet. One of my unknown helpers then goosed my bare butt while the other grabbed at my crotch.
"Hey, no groping!" shouted a voice I recognized as Ryan's.
"You didn't pay for that!" said Rick.
The strange hands were then quickly removed from my body as I heard the sounds of a short scuffle. "Okay, keep dancing," said Rick.
I started dancing again. It was somewhat reassuring to know that the guys were willing to look out for me. A new song started that I didn't recognize. I shook my bare ass in time to it. I think I have a pretty attractive butt: two muscular mounds and very little hair.
"Here's a dollar. Have him stick his finger up his ass," called a voice from the audience.
I heard a spitting sound behind me and then what I guessed was saliva landed on my fingers. "I gave you some lubrication," said Rick.
I spread Rick's spit around in my hand and lubed up my finger. I moved my bound hands down to my crack and spread my cheeks. I pressed at my puckered asshole but couldn't get a finger inside. I tried to relax and was finally able to get one finger in. I wiggled my butt at the audience. There were catcalls and applause. I withdrew my finger.
"That's it for the free show!" shouted Rick, as he pulled up my Jockeys. "If you want more, we're selling blow jobs for ten dollars each."
"Anything more than dancing, you take in the back room," said a deep voice I assumed was that of the proprietor.
"Okay, we'll be in the back," said Rick as he led me by the arm into the back room. "I know you're good at this," whispered Rick to me, "I saw you blow Ryan. And don't tell me you're not getting off on this; your pecker is like a tentpole in your shorts."
"I'll go through with this," I said to Rick, "but on one condition: no one comes in my mouth." Ryan was the only person ever to have come in my mouth and I wanted to keep it that way.
"Fair enough," agreed Rick. Rick helped me kneel down and I awaited the first customer.
There was a knock at the door. Rick let someone in. "Give me the ten," said Rick.
"Okay, here it is," said a voice I didn't recognize. It was hard to tell but from the voice, I would guess that the guy was in his mid to late twenties. "You going to watch?"
"Yeah, to make sure you behave yourself," replied Rick. "Oh, and remember, you can't come in his mouth."
I then heard an unzipping sound. Something warm nudged at my lips. I opened my mouth and licked the head of this stranger's dick. It quickly swelled up. I swirled my tongue around the tip and then licked up and down the shaft. It seemed to be about average sized. I took the dick in my mouth and started sucking. It became rock hard. I became kind of intrigued by the feel of the velvety softness on the surface with the firmness underneath. Also, there was kind of a kinky thrill knowing that Rick was there watching us. The guy put his hands on the back of my head and started pulling me up and down his throbbing shaft. It didn't take long (I guess I am good) and he straightened up. I knew this meant he was about to come and I dropped his dick from my mouth. He moaned as I felt his hot jism explode all over my chest.
"Damn, that was good," said the stranger. I felt him stick something in the waistband of my briefs as he whispered in my ear, "that's for you, man."
After the customer left the room, I felt Rick reach down and take the tip from my waistband. "No free-lancing," said Rick as I heard him stick the bill in his pocket.
The next three customers fell into pretty much of a pattern. A knock at the door, the exchange of money, an odor of beer and sweat sometimes mixed with cheap cologne, then a dick in my face. I tried to give good value sucking and licking but none of these customers seemed too demanding. Maybe it was my technique but none took too long. Each blew all over my chest. None said thanks.
But then the next customer was different. I heard the door close and the lock turn. There was no discussion or exchange of money. Maybe that had taken place outside. In addition to the now familiar unzipping, there were rustling sounds as the guy removed his clothing. Is this guy getting completely undressed? It sure sounded like it. Then he put his hands under my armpits and pulled me to my feet. He held my face and started kissing me, using a lot of tongue. My mouth was now kind of sore but I tried to return the kiss, sticking my tongue into his mouth. He had smooth skin but I thought I detected some facial hair. The guy pressed his bare chest against mine and ran his hands down my back. Then he clutched at my butt cheeks through my briefs. He moved one hand around to my front and slipped inside my underpants to feel my cock and balls. Gee, I thought to myself, this guy is really taking liberties with me; maybe he paid Rick extra?
The guy removed his lips and hands and roughly pushed me back to my knees. I tentatively opened my mouth. Then something very large and thick pressed at my lips. This guy was huge! Nobody I had sucked up `til now had prepared me for handling this monster. I wasn't sure I could even get it in my mouth! Instead, I started licking it like an ice cream cone. I went up and down and then worked on the massive balls I found hanging below. I thought I was doing okay when my ears were grabbed and my head forced back. He stuck his massive dick in my mouth and my head was pulled forward. I took as much as I could handle but then started gagging. He released my head and I backed off a bit but started a good suction. I used my tongue to swirl around the head and into the slit. I kept this up for a while and the dick starts pulsating. My own cock is struggling to free itself from my Jockeys but I can't give myself any relief since my hands are tied behind me. This guy must have had long arms because he then reaches down my back inside my briefs and starts rubbing and pulling apart my butt cheeks. After a while of this, I hear some heavy breathing and I try to drop the giant cock from my mouth. But the guy moves his hands to the back of my head and keeps my throat impaled on his shaft. His hips start bucking and then hot cum pours into my mouth. "Swallow it!" he hoarsely whispers. I gag a little but I get it down. He releases his hold on my head and removes his now soft (but still quite large) dick from my mouth.
I am again pulled to my feet and I am surprised to feel a tongue circling my right tit. A mouth starts sucking on it. It then moves on to my left tit to give it the same treatment. The tongue then starts licking down the center of my chest until it hits the waistband of my briefs. The mouth then starts sucking on my engorged cock through the thin cloth of my Jockeys. Then each of my balls in turn is mouthed through the cotton. I start moaning and I can't control myself; I shoot right into my briefs. The mouth lets go and I hear the rustle of clothing again. I hear the door open and close and then Rick says it's time to go.
Rick steers me back into the main room of the bar. There's a small scattering of applause but otherwise people no longer seem too interested in me. "Ryan, can you take Cal outside," asks Rick. "I have to settle up with Joe."
"Sure," says Ryan and he leads me through the front door out into the parking lot. As I leave, I hear someone call out, "come back anytime, dude!"
When we get outside, Ryan removes my blindfold and drops it on the ground. "I guess you won't need that any more."
I blink my eyes. Ryan and I then look at each other uncomfortably. "So, how many did you have to, uh, service?" asked Ryan.
"Five," I said, shortly.
"Well, I guess you must have enjoyed it," observed Ryan, looking down at the large wet cum stain on the front of my briefs.
I said nothing. Ryan moved around behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders and started giving me a little back rub. "Be glad you didn't have to blow Rick. He's hung like a horse." Then I guess Ryan noticed that I was getting cold because he wrapped his arms around me and embraced me from behind. It felt good.
The front door of Joe's Place swung open and Ryan abruptly dropped his arms. Rick and Steve came out. Rick was discussing his take. "There was $40 for the blow jobs, $5 to pull down his shorts, $1 for the finger up his ass and a $1 tip. That's $47. Then there were the beers I bought you guys and I had to give Joe $10. So I cleared $33. Selling Cal's body worked out pretty well," said Rick.
"Yeah," said Steve, "but we've still got my stop to go. And Cal is starting to look kind of used." Steve then looked pointedly at my cum-spattered mouth and chest and the large stain on my Jockeys. I started to blush again.
As we returned to the Camaro where Scotty was waiting, I started to consider Rick's arithmetic. He said $40 for the blow jobs but I knew I blew five guys. That should have been $50, or even extra for the last guy. This discrepancy and Ryan's comment about Rick's size made me wonder if Rick was my last client. If so, he had blown me too! So much for him not needing me to get his rocks off.
We got back into the car and I ended up in the back seat in about the same position as last time. My head was between Scotty's legs and my rump in Ryan's lap with my legs squashed against the floor. As we started driving, Ryan started playing with my defenseless ass again. Only this time he was bolder. He licked his fingers and then pushed his hand under my briefs. After rubbing my ass cheeks, he sought out my vulnerable hole. I knew what was coming and tried to relax and let him easily. After circling the hole with his index finger, he gently but firmly pushed his way in. He slid his finger back and forth. Scotty was watching with interest but I don't think Steve or Rick noticed anything from the front seat. Then Ryan inserted a second finger. I just gritted my teeth and decided to let him have his fun. He pushed the two fingers in and out and loosened me up. My dick started hardening again. I don't know if Ryan had plans to go any further because Steve then pulled over and stopped the car. Ryan quickly withdrew his fingers from my ass and put my Jockeys back in order. My relief didn't last long because I realized that we had pulled over for Steve's stop.
Steve turned to look at me in the back seat. "Ryan, hand me his underpants," he said conversationally. Ryan put his hands under my hips to lift me up and then pulled my briefs off over my legs. He tossed them to Steve. I was now completely nude. "Okay, get him out of the car," ordered Steve. Rick opened the passenger side door and pulled his seatback forward. Scotty and Ryan then started pushing me out the car door. They were a little too enthusiastic and I tumbled out on the ground, landing on my bare ass. That hurt! As I sat up on the rough pavement, Rick pulled his door shut. I could see the four of them talking inside the car.
Was this Steve's plan, I wondered. To dump me by the side of the road, stark naked and with my hands tied behind me, left to find my way home. I didn't know exactly where I was but it couldn't be all that far from town. If I could get my hands untied or find someone to untie them, I would eventually get home, though with untold embarrassment along the way. And while it was cold, I wouldn't freeze to death down here. But I was royally pissed off. I had completely fulfilled my end of the bargain so far. It would be pretty lame of these guys to put me through all this and then not meet their obligation to get me home. I had thought a little more highly of them than that.
Then the driver side door opened and Steve got out. He walked over to where I was sitting and looked me up and down. He had my briefs in his hand. I shivered a little and realized that maybe being dumped here might not be so bad compared to what else Steve may have planned for me.
TO BE CONTINUED
Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this latest installment. There are two more chapters to go in my saga. Thanks for the comments on the first three chapters; they are much appreciated and I read each one carefully. They are very motivating - essentially the only payment an author gets! Please send your comments and thoughts to calspeed@mailcity.com.
Love, Cal