The Hardy Boys and the Case of the Humiliating Hard-Ons
by stimle@yahoo.com
Teen detectives Frank and Joe Hardy's amateur sleuthing gets them into hot water with some of their classmates.
This is a work of fan fiction. The Hardy boys and their friends were created by Franklin W. Dixon and no copyright infringement is intended.
The story is told in alternating points of view from chapter to chapter.
Chapter 1 -- Frank
"Tell me you're not wearing that to the party, Frank," my younger brother Joe said, casting a disapproving look at the Navy blue shirt I was tucking into my tan chinos.
"What?" I asked, as I buttoned and zipped my jeans and then reached for my belt.
Joe cocked an eyebrow as he walked into my bedroom. "A polo shirt? And tucked in? You need to loosen up, Frank. This is a party, not a meeting at City Hall."
"I look fine," I said, glancing confidently at myself in the mirror as I threaded my belt through the loops of my pants. "Besides, if I was going to a meeting at City Hall I'd be wearing my suit."
"Of course you would," Joe said as he gave me an `Are you for real?' look and muttered, "you're such a nerd," under his breath. I narrowed my eyes at him but he just grinned, checked his hair in the mirror (it was perfect, as always), and plopped down on my bed. "I still can't believe we got invited to a party at Mikey Griffin's house. I thought he'd still be sore at us."
Joe was referring to Mike Griffin who, along with Luke Costigan, Jeff Steffen, and Neal "Neanderthal" Bunyan - all classmates of mine and members of the Bayport High football team -- had been given detention six months ago when the school learned (thanks to mine and Joe's investigation) that they were responsible for dropping rotten eggs into the school library book return box, dyeing the water in the school swimming pool neon pink, and a whole host of other pranks.
"Me too," I agreed as I studied my dark brown hair in the mirror, making sure it lay just right, "but it seems like everything's blown over. I mean it's been months. I'm sure they've matured and moved on."
"Yup, I think you're right," Joe agreed, nodding as he ran a hand through his hair. He said excitedly, "I can't wait for tonight."
"You'd better get ready then. We don't want to be late."
"I AM ready," he said, hopping off the bed and brashly nudging me aside to check his hair one last time. "Let's go."
"That's what you're wearing?" I asked incredulously. "Jeans and a t-shirt?"
"Why not?"
I just shook my head. "Because I bet everybody there will be dressed a lot smarter than that."
"Whatever," Joe retorted, rolling his eyes. "Your fly's open, bro."
I looked down, my hand moving automatically to my zipper. Joe playfully tapped my nose, "Gotcha!"
I glared at him. "Not funny."
"It was kind of funny."
I didn't respond and he rolled his eyes again as he followed me out of the room to say good-bye to our parents. "Don't be so uptight."
"Remember what I've told you two about underage drinking, boys," our father, famous private detective Fenton Hardy, said sternly.
"Dad!" Joe and I cried out at the same time.
"Underage drinking is against the law," I pointed out and Joe nodded in agreement. "And stupid."
"Well, don't stay out too late," our mom called after us as we were walking out the door. "We have church in the morning."
"Don't worry, Mom," Joe and I said, again in unison.
Chapter 2 -- Joe
Frank's smartphone was ringing as we got into his car. "Oh hey, Luke," he said as he closed the door and reached for his seatbelt. "Sure, we can pick up some soda. A couple two-liter bottles of Cherry Cola Blast? You bet, it's our favorite."
As we drove to the grocery store, I reflected on our conversation earlier. While it's true that Frank and I have solved many cases over the years, as Bayport's foremost teenage private detectives we've also taken it upon ourselves to investigate whenever a prank or something mysterious happens around school. We feel like it's our duty. Besides, the Hardy Boys love a good mystery! Needless to say, however, we aren't always popular with some of our classmates, especially not the pranksters because they usually get detention and sometimes even a suspension. And that's in addition to any punishment they might get at home! And although our principal and our father always assure us that we're doing the right thing, I know that kids, boys especially, sometimes feel resentment and harbor a natural urge for revenge. So, imagine my surprise then when Luke Costigan and Neanderthal -- Neal's not a Neanderthal (he's just built like one) -- sought me out after the basketball game Monday night to bury the hatchet. I was even more surprised, and flattered, the next day when they approached me and Frank in the cafeteria and invited us to a party at Mikey Griffin's house Saturday night, an invitation I readily accepted since Mikey's younger sister Jen, would be there.
For the rest of the week it seemed all Frank and I could do was talk about the party. Naively, neither of us ever considered the possibility that the whole thing could be a set-up and that we Hardy Boys were about to receive our comeuppance!
"Wow," I said under my breath as Frank pulled up to the curb in front of Mikey Griffin's house, a large Tudor-style mansion set back from the street that took up half the block. "Check out this house, bro!"
"I didn't realize Mikey lived in Bayport Heights," Frank said as he grabbed the drinks from the back seat and the two of us walked up the sidewalk. Mikey opened the door just as we were about to knock.
"Hey guys," he said, his huge linebacker frame filling the door, "glad you could make it."
"Thanks for inviting us!" I enthused, reaching out to fist-bump him, noting how big his hand was compared to mine. I was six feet tall and Frank was six foot one, but we were both dwarfed by Mikey's looming figure.
"Yeah, thanks," Frank said. "Um, hey... There's not going to be any, um, drinking here, is there? It's just that --"
"No," Luke interrupted, squeezing next to Mikey in the doorway, a big smile on his face. Like Mikey, Luke -- the team quarterback -- also seemed to tower over us. "Nobody inside has been drinking or will be drinking tonight."
"Oh, okay, cool. Thanks," Frank said, returning a tight-lipped smile and ignoring the exasperated look I shot him. He extended his hand and Luke shook it awkwardly. Oh, Frank.
"Come on in," Mikey invited, stepping back so we could enter. He took the sodas from Frank. "I'll take these to the kitchen and bring you guys a drink. Everybody's in the living room."
Frank and I looked around, spying Jeff Steffen and Neanderthal, as well as Jamie King, Penelope Chung, and Jen. All three girls were in my junior class.
"Sweet!" I whispered to Frank as I smiled and waved to the girls.
We made small talk for a few minutes until Luke and Mikey came back from the kitchen with mine and Frank's drinks. Luke was grinning.
"I can't wait," he said to Mikey in a low voice I could barely hear. "Jeff and Neanderthal are all set."
"Cool. The girls, too," Mikey said.
I wasn't sure what they meant and before I had a chance to ask, they'd joined the rest of us and handed Frank and me our glasses.
"Thanks," I said, accepting my cup and taking a drink.
"Huh, this tastes different than usual," Frank noted, scrunching up his nose. He licked his lips and took another sip.
"I think they changed the formula," Mikey said.
"Yeah, I think I heard something about that," Luke said. "You know how the soda companies are always coming up with new flavors and stuff."
"Well, I like it," I said, taking a big drink.
Chapter 3 -- Frank
For the next hour or so we all hung out in the living room, joking and talking while we snacked on chips and nuts.
I excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I got back I grabbed my drink and joined Joe, Neal and Luke. Joe gave me his `Are you for real?' look again, rolling his eyes as I approached. "Your fly's open, bro," he snorted, loud enough for Luke and Neal to hear. I shot him a narrow-eyed stare and ignored him.
"No dude, really," Neal laughed a few moments later, clapping me on the back, his voice louder than it needed to be. "Your zipper's down for real."
I was mortified and mumbled my thanks to Neal as I quickly zipped up. I could hear a few chuckles from where the girls were gathered -- great, they heard, and probably saw, too -- and glared at Joe.
"What?" he said, holding up his hands innocently. "I tried to tell you." I shook my head and took a drink.
A few minutes later Joe turned to me, "These chips and nuts are really salty," he whispered as he finished his second drink. "Should we say something?"
"No," I said under my breath, draining the rest of my drink, my second as well. "That would be rude." Neither of us were aware at the time that Mikey had added extra salt to the bowls of chips and mixed nuts he'd put in front of us, or that he and Luke had spiked our drinks with alcohol!
At that moment Jeff came out with a fresh round of drinks for everybody. He had a weird smile on his face as he set the tray down on the table.
"What are you smirking about?" Neal asked him, leaning close. I couldn't catch what they said, but the other guys must have because they all laughed.
I looked at Joe and then to the guys. "What's so--"
"Hey girls," Jen said loudly, interrupting me mid-question. "Let's go hang out in my room. It's getting boring in here."
Joe's shoulders slumped and he frowned.
"Yeah, let's go," Penelope said, as she and Jamie got up and followed Jen.
"You wanna come Joe?" Jen called over her shoulder, coyly biting her lower lip.
Joe's blue eyes sparkled and his face lit up. "Sure!" He turned to me, waggling his eyebrows as he gave me a nudge, grabbed his drink, and practically scampered down the hall behind the girls. That's my brother -- totally girl crazy!
With the girls and Joe gone, the conversation quickly shifted to `locker room talk' as the four football players began talking about different girls from school. Now I'm a virgin (both of us Hardy Boys are, as a matter of fact, although I have to admit Joe is much less awkward around girls than I am) and all this talk was new to me, so I just sat there, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, listening with rapt attention as the guys exchanged story after story of their sexual exploits. Normally I'd have found these kinds of stories and comments crude and would've either changed the subject or asked the guys to show a little respect, but apparently the alcohol I'd been unknowingly consuming for the past hour had impaired my moral compass.
As each of the guys took his turn regaling the group with yet another tale of conquest, clinking glasses and toasting, I got so caught up listening -- my inexperienced and supremely horny brain soaking it all in -- that I didn't even realize I was palming myself through my chinos!
Before I knew it, my glass was empty and Mikey was up getting me another refill. While I waited for my drink I realized all the sex talk was making me hard and I blushed when I felt the swell and tingle in my suddenly too tight briefs. My face felt hot and flushed and I was sure the guys could see how red I was. I looked around discretely, but nobody seemed to notice.
We -- I should say, they -- continued to talk, and when I was halfway through my next drink I found I needed to use the bathroom again. "Hey Mikey, where's the bathroom?" I asked. "I got lost last time."
"Second door on the left," he replied, pointing down the hall.
I set my glass down and stood up. I swayed. "Whoah, head rush," I mumbled as I put a hand on Luke's shoulder to steady myself, not noticing the glances and smirks the four guys exchanged.
I was a little wobbly and felt light-headed as I made my way to the bathroom, but I just chalked it up to standing up so quickly. After all, we'd been sitting around for a while.
When I unzipped I realized I had a full-on erection and my briefs seemed barely able to contain it! "Oh no!" I mumbled, "I better not let the guys see me like this!"
I finished my business, tucked myself back into my briefs, and made sure to zip up this time, although it was a bit of a struggle to get the zipper over the giant bulge in my pants. I checked myself in the mirror as I washed my hands, making sure my hard-on wasn't too obvious. I contemplated leaving my shirt untucked but quickly discarded the idea because that would draw attention to my condition.
I returned to the living room so focused on trying to will my erection to go down that I didn't realize the dizzy feeling hadn't gone away.
"Thought you got lost again," Neal said when he spied me coming into the living room. He stood to meet me and handed me my now topped-off glass. "Drink up, buddy," he said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and tapping his glass to mine before taking a long drink.
The word `buddy' and Neal's -- Neanderthal's -- gesture warmed me and I smiled, tilting my head back and taking a long drink. Like Mikey, Neal was a linebacker on the team, and I found I had to look up to meet his gaze. He smiled and I found myself getting lost in his eyes. Then my elbow was suddenly jostled and I lost my balance, falling back onto the couch, Cherry Cola Blast sloshing out of the cup and all over the front of my shirt.
"Oh shoot!" I said as I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth and looked down at the large wet spot on my shirt.
"Uh oh!" Neanderthal exclaimed. "Looks like Frank's had an accident."
"Here, let's get that shirt off you," Luke said, leaping to his feet. He and Neanderthal tugged my polo shirt out of my pants and pulled it up over my head, causing me to drop my glass, the rest of my drink spilling all over my lap, just barely missing my crotch!
"Whoopsie!" Luke said. He tossed my wet shirt aside and pulled me back up to my feet. "Better get these pants off you too!"
I felt dazed. Things were definitely moving too fast for my alcohol-infused brain to process. I leaned back against Neanderthal and watched dumbly as Luke unbuckled my belt and undid the button on my pants.
"What do we have here?" he called out loudly after he'd unzipped my pants and yanked them down below my knees. He stepped back and pointed at me. Then he and all the guys burst out laughing. "You still wear tighty whities, Frank?"
The laughter finally seemed to break the spell I'd been under and I suddenly realized my predicament. "Uh, guys..." I said, nervously running a hand through my short, dark hair.
There was a wolf-whistle and then Mikey walked up and put his hand on my bicep. He gave it a squeeze. "Whoah, who knew you were so built, Hardy!"
"Yeah, look at you," Jeff agreed, tracing his fingers lightly over my abs and pecs. "You're pretty cut."
Now, normally I'm not shy about my body, but then I don't parade it around like Joe does. I only ever go shirtless at the beach or the pool at the Y, or in the gym Joe and I set up in our basement. But here, with my shirt off and my pants around my ankles and sporting an erection -- a very inconvenient one, I might add -- I was feeling more than a little self-conscious. I put my hands over my crotch.
Somebody patted my behind and then pinched it. I yelped and jumped as I rubbed my butt. Then Neanderthal -- I was still leaning against him -- reached around and rolled my nipple between his index finger and thumb, and then gave it a slight tug. His fingers were cold, like he'd been holding an ice cube or something, and the rubbery flesh of my nipple hardened. I groaned and could feel myself twitch in my briefs. What the heck?
"Oh shit, did you see that?" Jeff cried out. "Hardy's got a boner and it just moved. Do that thing with his nipple again, Neanderthal." Neal rolled my other nipple and then gently flicked both of them before rubbing circles around them with the big blunt tip of his finger. I moaned again, but this time I felt a tiny dollop of pre-ejaculate shoot into my briefs!
Suddenly all eyes were now focused on the bulge in my tight white briefs. I looked down and my jaw dropped when I saw my penis visibly lurch in my underwear. "Oh no," I groaned.
"Oh my god!" Mikey laughed and the rest of the guys joined in.
"Hardy's gotta boner," Jeff sing-songed. "Hardy's gotta a boner!"
"From now on we're gonna call you Frank Hard-on," Luke taunted, patting my upper arm.
Neanderthal continued to play with my nipples and darn if I didn't grunt again and -- oh no! -- squirted off another shot into my shorts! I looked down and there was a small wet spot where my erection was pushing out the cotton of my tight white briefs like a railroad spike. The guys were cracking up.
I suddenly felt warm. What was happening? Why was the room spinning? Why did it feel like my nipples were connected to my penis? Every time Neanderthal touched them I could feel my pulse pounding in my erection. That couldn't be normal! Surely Dad would've said something about it when he had the `Birds and the Bees talk' with me!
"Okay stop, Neanderthal," Mikey laughed. "That's totally gay. Quit it before he splooges all over my mom's new carpet!" He pulled his phone out and looked at the screen. He smiled, pocketed it and walked down the hall to Jen's bedroom.
There was more laughter, another goosed butt cheek, more tweaked nipples, and more pre-ejaculate in my briefs. I struggled to free myself.
"Okay, you guys had your fun," I said, surprised that my voice came out in a slur. It took several long seconds, during which I heard a crash and a loud voice down the hall, but I finally manage to twist out of Neal's hold and bent down to pull up my pants. I lost my balance and fell against Luke, the two of us tumbling awkwardly onto the couch where I somehow ended up sprawled face down across his lap. I tried to get up but he held me firmly in place.
"Let me up, will ya guys?" I called out as I felt hands working at my shoelaces. Soon my shoes were tugged off along with my socks and then my pants were whipped all the way off, leaving me in nothing but my tight white briefs, bent over Luke's lap, my butt high in the air and exposed for everybody to see. I struggled frantically to free myself but to no avail. "Come on guys, fun's over!"
Chapter 4 -- Joe
Down the hall in Jen's room I was chatting away excitedly with the three girls. I'm naturally more outgoing and effusive than Frank is, and I babbled on animatedly, oblivious to the looks the three girls were exchanging. As we talked, they encouraged me to finish my soda and when I did Jen brought me another.
I couldn't believe my good luck to be in such close quarters with these girls, especially Jen Griffin! So when she suggested a game of strip poker, I didn't hesitate at all!
"Sure!" I agreed eagerly, feeling strangely uninhibited and a bit warm. I had no idea my drinks had been spiked and that I was half-way to being smashed.
The girls squealed and clapped. "It's all set then," Jen declared, "girls against boys."
"But there's just one of me," I pointed out, taking another sip of my drink and brushing a stray lock of hair out of my eyes. "How does that work?"
Penelope gave me a look that had `duh' written all over it (I recognized it as a look Frank oftentimes casts my way) and explained. "If you win, we girls all have to take off one piece of clothing. If we win, you have to take off two."
"Two? Why two?"
She gave me another look and Jamie jumped in. "Because there are only three of us and one of you."
"Oh, okay," I said slowly. Even if my brain hadn't been marinating in booze for the last hour or so, I doubt I'd have seen the error in her `logic' because the tingling in my crotch and my rapidly shrinking briefs were distracting me.
The girls lost the first hand and flicked funny looks amongst themselves as they took off their shirts. My eyes goggled as they revealed colorful sports bras and I felt my sudden erection pushing painfully against the zipper of my jeans. Uh oh! I had no idea that along with lacing mine and Frank's drinks with alcohol, they'd also slipped us some kind of erectile dysfunction medication! I just gulped and smiled. I was super-amped at the prospect of seeing these three cuties naked, but my brain was too foggy to think straight and before I knew it I lost the next three hands in a row!
The girls cooed and clapped as I took off my shoes and socks. With their urging and prodding I made a bit of a production of taking my shirt off, even whooping while I whirled it over my head and making my pecs bounce, something I've been practicing (the pec-bounce, not the shirt-whirling) for a while.
"Ooooh!" Jen cooed as she scooched over next to me. "Do that again," she said and I made my pec jiggle again.
"Does Frank have as good a body as you?" she asked. "Maybe we should've invited him too."
"Frank?" I laughed. "No. I mean yes, he's got an okay body I guess, but he's shy around girls."
"Oh, that's too bad," Jen said. "You Hardy Brothers are pretty cute. Anyway, let's get on with the game. Maybe we'll invite Frank in for the next one!"
The next one? I could hardly believe I was playing THIS one!
Down to just my jeans, which were sporting a sizable bulge, I knew I needed to concentrate on my cards if I had any hopes at all of turning this game around. But the sight of all those perky breasts just a few feet away as well as my own increasingly throbbing erection proved too big a distraction, and before I knew it, Jen laid down the winning hand.
"Pay up, Joe," she said coyly. Her eyes lit with amusement when I climbed to my feet. I felt a little unsteady as I clumsily worked open the button of my jeans.
"Come on, don't stop now," the girls urged me on. "Take it off! Take it off!" I grinned widely, any inhibitions I had now gone, as I fumbled with my zipper, flashing the white of my briefs flirtatiously before I began to push my jeans down over the curve of my butt.
Suddenly the door burst open and Mikey Griffin roared into the room. "What the heck is going on in here!" he thundered when he caught sight of me with my pants halfway down my hips.
"What're you doing to my sister?" he bellowed. His booming voice startled me and I fell backward onto Jen's bed. Mikey grabbed my arm and hauled me to my feet and out the door, my pants wide open and sliding down my legs. Worst of all, I had an erection that was jutting out against my tight white briefs like a tent pole!
I yelped and tried to pull my jeans up but they'd slid all the way down to my ankles and I couldn't reach them without falling on my butt. "Um, hey Mikey, hold up!" I cried as I hobbled along behind the fast-moving senior. "Let me pull my pants up!"
But he ignored me as he dragged me, struggling, down the hall toward the living room. Now, I'm six feet tall and I hit the gym in our basement along with Frank on a regular basis, but I was no match for Mikey. He manhandled me like I was nothing! So I followed, my free arm flapping, unaware that the girls were just steps behind.
"Let me up, will ya guys? Come on guys, fun's over!" I heard Frank's voice pleading when we reached the living room. I looked up and saw that he was sprawled face down over Luke Costigan's lap, his butt high in the air and his arms flailing. He was in nothing but his underwear! What the heck?!
"Frank?" I called, my voice slurring, as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. "Bro? What's--"
But I was cut off as Mikey picked me up and hauled me to the couch across from where Luke and Frank were. He sat down and pulled me across his lap.
"Hey!" I sputtered indignantly. "Let me up!"
Mikey snapped the elastic waistband of my underwear and laughed. "What's with you Hardy Brothers and tighty whities? Does your mommy buy them for you?"
"Stop that!" I cried out. "Who cares who buys my underwe-- ow!" I yelped as he snapped the elastic again and I tried to bat his hand away. "Cut that out, dude! What's going on?"
"Payback is what's going on," Luke said as Mikey held me in place with one hand and stripped my jeans the rest of the way off with the other.
I opened my mouth to say something but it dried up in my throat when I saw Jen, Penelope, and Jamie standing a few feet away, holding up their smartphones, giggling at mine and Frank's predicament!
Chapter 5 -- Frank
I heard Joe call my name and turned to see Mikey practically dragging him into the living room. Joe was in just his underwear. Well, technically he was wearing pants, but they were down around his ankles. Where were the rest of his clothes? What the heck had he been doing in Jen's bedroom?
"Quit that!" I heard him cry out. "What's going on?"
"Payback is what's going on," Luke said.
I looked up at him. "Payback?" I croaked, my voice shooting up almost an octave.
"Yep! When you two ratted me out my dad beat my ass so hard I could barely sit for a week!" he said, raising his right hand high over my brief-clad butt.
"Same here," Mikey said, assuming a similar position with Joe. "Then he and my mom took my car away for a month!"
There was more grumbling as Neal and Jeff shared similar stories of the punishments they'd received for the various pranks for which we'd turned them in.
"Nobody likes a narc," Jeff declared. And then, as if on cue, Luke's hand came down in a wide arc and cracked sharply against my butt.
WHACK!
"Yeowtch!!"
"But you know what's worse than a narc?" Neanderthal said as I watched him lift Joe's chin with his index finger and stare into his eyes.
"Two narcs!" the girls cried out in unison just as Mikey's hand made contact with Joe's bottom.
SMACK!
"Oww!!"
"Let's see how you Hardys like it," Luke said as he continued to paddle my backside.
WHACK!
I let out a huge groan. "Nnnoooo!"
"Give you a taste of how it feels. See how you like it!"
WHACK!
The next spank hit the middle of my butt.
"Stop!!" I yelped.
Luke lay the next three swats at the leg openings where the fabric of my briefs met the tender skin of my upper thighs.
WHACK! SMACK! THWACK!
"Oooo-uh-ow-ow-ooooo-uh-stopit-uh-uh-staaaph!!" I cried out.
He hit me once more, square in the middle of my butt, which, by now, I could feel heating up.
WHACK!
"Ow!!!"
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
He rained down another quick succession of spankings on my buttocks.
"Nnnnn-uh-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!! Stop! Stop it!! Ow!!!! Uh-uh-ooooo-uh-ow-ow-ow-puh-uh-leeeez-uh-ow-uh-ow!"
He ignored my cries.
Chapter 6 -- Joe
I heard Frank cry out a split second before Mikey's hand connected with my butt.
WHACK!
"Stop! Stop!!" I cried.
WHACK!
"Okay! Okay! Enough! Okaaaay!!! Ooooo-uh-ow-ow-ow-staaaahp!!"
"You ratted out members of your own team," Mikey growled as he gave me three more sharp smacks across my butt.
THWACK! WHACK! CRACK!
"Ow-ow-uh-uh-please-uh-stop-oooo-ow-ow-uh-uh-I'm-uh-sorry-uh-uh-Mikeeey!!" I cried. While I wasn't on the team this year, I'd played on the junior varsity team my freshman and sophomore years and once a teammate, always a teammate. "Oooo-uh-I'm-uh-uh-suh-arrrr-uh-uh-eeee-uh-ooooo-uh-I'm-uh-saaaaa-uh-reeeee!!
WHACK!!
"I'm-uh-uh-uh-suh--arrr-uh-uh-eeee guyyyyyyys!!"
I looked up in time to see Mikey wink at the three girls before he tugged the back of my briefs down over my sore butt and give me a smack that connected so squarely I shot up off his lap and onto my feet.
"Owwwww!!!!" I yelped, spinning around and rubbing my backside. I could feel a handprint rising on my tender flesh as I pulled my underwear up, not realizing that the mother of all erections was on prominent display.
I backed away, still massaging my sore butt, and stumbled right into Jeff's arms. "Hey, lemme go!" I protested, trying to pull free. "Stop!!"
"Oh no, you're not going anywhere," Jeff announced, wrapping a big arm around my waist and tossing me over his knees like I was a rag doll. I struggled but he easily held me in place and began to spank me!
WHACK!
"Ooooo-uh-I-uh-saaaid-uh-uh-I'm-uh-sorreeee-uh-uh-stopit-stopit-uh-uh-pleeeez-uh-uh-ow-ow-ow!"
Unrelentingly and unceasingly, the swats continued across my buttocks and thighs, hitting all my sit spots.
WHACK! THWACK! SMACK!
"Aaaeeeiiaaa-uh-noooo-uh-noooo-uh-aiiieee-uh-ow-ow-ow-uh-augh-uh-waaaaaa!!!"
I twisted on Jeff's lap and as he held me in place, his fingers dug into my ribs. "Ho! Ho! Hee hee heee!!!" I squealed at the ticklish sensations. "Stop!!"
"Uh oh," Jeff said in a sinister tone. "Is Joe Hardy ticklish?"
"No," I gasped, turning my head to look up at him, my eyes pleading. "No. Please, no!"
He gave me an evil Grinch-like smile and began to tickle me in earnest.
"O-okay. Hahaha!! P-p-p-please d-don't ha ha t-t-tickle me anymore. Hahaha ha ha ha!!"
I squirmed and twisted and somehow ended up on my back as I tried to fend off Jeff's tickling. But it was a losing battle because Neanderthal and Mikey leapt into action. While Jeff tickled my ribs, poked at my belly button, and squeezed my upper thighs, Mikey held my legs together and tickled my feet, and Neanderthal pulled my arms over my head and dug into my armpits.
In seconds I was a blubbering mess. "Nooooooo!!! No, not there, oh gosh please not there!!! Not my armpits!!! Aieeeeee!!!! Not my feet!!!!! Arghhh!!!! Not my ribs!!!!"
I howled and shrieked as Jeff's fingers roamed all over my upper body, finding spots I didn't even know were ticklish. I was practically screaming bloody murder as I tried to hunch in on myself only to be pulled out straight again, my shrieks dissolving into a high-pitched laughter that filled the room.
"C'mon, no fair guys!! No!!!! Stopppp!!!!! Hhhahahahaha!!!!!! Nooooo!!!!! Hee hee hee hee hee!!!!! Aieeeeeeeee!!!!! Oh my gawshhh!!! STOPPPP!!!!!"
After a minute or so they relented a bit. "Stop," I pleaded, gasping to catch my breath. "Please, stop."
They paused to let me catch my breath before they resumed. I continued to struggle but to no avail, completely at their mercy, my body bucking and my hips thrusting up, unaware my erection had grown to epic proportions and was straining the thin white cotton of my briefs nearly to the limit.
I continued to shriek with laughter as I fought to evade their clutches. Hands scrabbled over my torso from my lower rib cage up into my now sweaty, stinky, armpits and back down. I twisted and turned in a vain attempt to avoid the tickling fingers as they skated across my chest and down along my sides, but the hands holding me down were strong and my efforts to avoid the tickle torture were futile.
"Eeeeee heeheeheeheehahahahahahahahahaha dooooon't hoooooohooodoooo thheeesss tooooo me, heeheeheeheeheeheeheee!" I laughed, pleading and begging the guys to stop.
It seemed like one moment I was hunched over, chortling loud belly laughs, and the next I was squealing in peels of high-pitched laughter. My body arched and jerked up and my brief-covered erection thrust high into the air. I was so hard it was a wonder it hadn't ripped right through my underwear.
Chapter 7 -- Frank
I watched as Joe bounced up and down on Jeff's lap, his lithe, athletic body twisting and spasming as first he was spanked on his pert buttocks and then tickled.
"C'mon, no fair guys!!" my brother shrieked. Neal had a hold on his arms and was tickling his armpits, Mikey was working his feet over, and Jeff's fingers were dancing up and down his ribcage. "No!!!! Stopppp!!!!! Hhhahahahaha!!!!!! Nooooo!!!!! Hee hee hee hee hee!!!!! Aieeeeeeeee!!!!! Oh my gawshhh!!! STOPPPP!!!!!"
I watched as his body bucked and thrashed, his back arching one moment, his hips thrusting up into the air the next. As Joe's lean body undulated and writhed, my eyes were riveted to the giant bulge in his tight white briefs, mesmerized by the almost obscene jutting out of his erect penis against the thin cotton fabric.
I opened my mouth to -- I don't know exactly what -- when I felt fingers slide across my chest and pinch my left nipple. I gasped and my body jerked involuntarily. I whipped my head around to see Luke leaning in toward me.
"Payback's a bitch, Hardy," he whispered, sneering, as he began to fondle and pluck my nipple. "I'm gonna make you jizz these tighty whities in front of everybody and then I'll make sure the whole school sees."
I groaned and then yelped when Luke's other hand connected firmly with my butt. All eyes were on Joe so nobody was paying attention to me as Luke continued to tweak and pinch my nipples with one hand while paddling my behind with the other. My penis pulsed and throbbed with each sensation and then I felt it; a tingling down behind my balls, slight at first, but building steadily. I could hear my own breathing and could feel how sloppy I was getting inside my briefs.
"Hmmm," I moaned softly, shaking my head, knowing what was coming. "Nooooo..." Three times already this week I'd wakened in the early hours of the morning to the same throbbing and tingling sensation just before I'd ejaculated into my briefs. I couldn't let that happen now! Not here. Not now. Not in front of everybody! I tried to wriggle my way out of Luke's hold but that just caused unwanted friction as my erection rubbed against his thighs.
"Ohhhh," I moaned again, only now it was with pleasure. "Ooooh!" I thrust my hips again and I felt what I could only describe as a swell of thick sexual energy building in me, slowly cresting like an ocean wave. I continued to squirm, but now, instead of trying to get free, I felt my hips moving in a slow, grinding circle on Luke's lap, seeking more of that friction that felt so good. I couldn't stop myself; it was like my body was on autopilot!
He leaned in close. "Oh yeah," he hissed, his voice a low, throaty rasp as he pinched my nipple yet again, "feels good, doesn't it. I bet you're getting ready to blow your load, huh?"
"Mmm," I whimpered, shaking my head.
I shifted my weight on Luke's lap and I heard him chuckle before he gave me another big swat on my butt. I looked up to see him suck the tips of his index finger and thumb into his mouth and then reach back down to pinch and roll my nipple between the spit-slicked fingers!
"Hsss!!!" I gasped and my whole body shivered.
He rested the palm of his right hand on the small of my back and I could feel his fingers toying with the waistband of my briefs while he chuckled softly. "You know, Hardy," he said, leaning in close again, his voice barely above a whisper as his fingers dipped beneath the elastic and into my crack, "me and Neanderthal spent a weekend in jail when you narced on us. They dumped us in a holding cell with a bunch of lowlife scum and left us there for hours."
I threw him a shocked look. He just shrugged and continued as his fingers slithered lower, "Being a detective, I'm sure you can imagine some of the stuff they did to us." He licked the fingers of his right hand and teased my nipple again. "And some of the stuff we learned."
My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide. He stared back and then burst out laughing.
"Hahaha!! I'm just playing," he said, snapping the elastic waistband and then patting my butt as he continued to idly scratch and pluck my hard nipple. "We were never locked up. But..." he leaned in, lips to my ear as the hand on my butt slipped down between my spread legs and wrapped around my suddenly very erect shaft, "I AM gonna make you cum."
That did it!
"UH, UH, UH!!" I grunted loudly as my body began to shudder. My hips bucked up and down and I began to rut wildly into Luke's hand. He laughed again and squeezed my shaft. My entire body went stiff and then I convulsed as if I'd come into contact with a live wire. I threw my head back. I could feel my eyelids fluttering and drool running down my chin, and then I began to ejaculate, moaning loudly as intense waves of pleasure swept over me like a tsunami.
"Oh shit!" Luke cried out as he jumped to his feet, dumping me unceremoniously onto the floor. "He's cumming! Look at this, he's cumming! I could feel his dick spurting against my leg!"
Time seemed to stand still as I lay on my back, chest heaving, my arms and legs spread wide as my briefs filled with my semen. What was wrong with me? Why did it feel like the room was tilting and spinning? I was aware of laughter and sounds like clicking camera shutters, and I rolled onto my side and threw my arm up over my face.
Chapter 8 -- Joe
"Oh shit! He's cumming!" I heard Luke cry out. The rest of what he said was caught up in a jumble of laughter and people talking over each other.
"Hahaha! Hardy just splooged in his shorts!!" Mikey crowed. The tickling stopped momentarily as everybody turned to stare at Frank. I took in several gulps of air and then looked over at my brother. He was lying on his back, clearly dazed, his chest sheened in sweat, eye lids fluttering and mouth open wide in a large "O" as he moaned lowly. There was a wet spot spreading across the front of his underwear where he'd ejaculated. Oh my gosh! I could tell by the way he had his arm over his face that he was super embarrassed.
"Oh no you don't," Neanderthal said. He dropped my wrists and stepped over to where Frank lay, his giant tree trunk legs on either side of him. He bent down and pulled my poor befuddled brother to his knees. "It's my turn now!"
He plopped down where Luke had been sitting and spread Frank's discarded polo shirt onto his lap. Then he hauled my hapless brother across his knees and began to spank him.
WHACK! SMACK!
"Ow!! Owww!!!" Frank cried out.
"Hey stop!" I protested. With my arms now free, I tried to push myself up off Jeff's lap to go help my brother.
"Not so fast," Luke said as he grabbed my wrists. "Hey Jeff, I wonder if Joe's titties are as sensitive as Frank's."
I stared up at him, my mouth open wide, and he flashed me a wicked grin. "Payback's a bitch," he said as he began to tickle my armpits.
"No! No! Hee hee hee!! Stop!!"
As if on cue, both Jeff and Mikey resumed tickling me as well. And then Jeff began to pluck and tweak my nipples. I gasped.
"Ow, what the heck!?" I cried out.
"Naw, Jeff, you're doing it all wrong," Mikey admonished with a shake of his head. "Don't tug `em like you're milking a cow. You gotta be gentle, like when you're with a chick, right Luke?"
"Ew, you're a pig, Mikey Griffin!" Jen yelled at her brother. Mikey just shot her a big grin and laughed. She fumed but continued, along with Penelope and Jamie, to capture everything with their smartphones.
"Here," Mikey continued, "let me show you." Keeping my ankles pinned together with one arm, he reached his free hand up and traced his index finger over my right pectoral, making gentle circular motions around the areola.
"Oh!!" I gasped as the sensation sent a prickle up and down my spine.
"Yeah, that's it," Mikey said softly as he stared me in the eyes. "You're feeling that, aren't ya, Joe?" I gulped and nodded. He looked down at my crotch and grinned. "Yeah, judging from the bulge in those little tighty whities, you're getting off on it, too!"
What?! I was not ge-- I yelped as he scratched a fingernail over the flesh of my nipple, causing it to pebble and harden into a sharp point like the eraser on a pencil. I gasped again and a moan slipped past my lips when he started rolling the erect nub between his index finger and thumb.
"Oh... gosh!" I groaned, arching my chest up. I could swear I felt a tingle all the way down in my crotch! He gave it a gentle tug and I cried out even louder. "Oh... OH!!" What the heck? What was going on? I felt it in my crotch again but this time it was even more intense, like an electrical current had come to life inside me, the tingling running from the tips of my fingers to the tips of my toes and out to the head of my penis.
Jeff's hands skittered all over my upper body while Luke tickled my armpits and Mikey focused on my nipples. Jeff seemed to know just where all my most sensitive spots were and I frantically twisted my body, arched my back, and bucked my hips all in a futile effort to break free.
Sweat was beading along the hairline on my forehead and I could feel it trickle down my temples. My armpits were soaked but Luke kept up his tickling. I could smell my own teen stink, even though I'd put on deodorant after my shower. Luke's fingers tangled in the matted bramble of my underarm hair and then smeared the greasy funk across my upper lip. What the heck?! I thrashed my head back and forth as if that would somehow make the smell dissipate.
Jeff took over the nipple play from Mikey and proved to be a quick study because within seconds he had me panting and groaning as sensations my teenaged body had never felt before coursed through me. One moment I was moaning with pleasure and the next I was squealing with laughter. The whole time Jeff had me bouncing up and down on his lap, my body writhing and gyrating.
"Looks like Little Hardy has a boner!" Mikey chortled.
Jeff slid over until my butt was on the arm of the couch. Mikey took hold of my ankles, one in each hand, and lifted my legs up until they were perpendicular to the ceiling. He wrapped one arm around my shins and held me in place while he started to run his free hand up and down my legs, tickling the sensitive spots behind my knees and squeezing my upper thighs. I giggled and squirmed, my body bouncing a bit as he held me.
He set my butt back down on the arm of the couch, spread my legs into a wide V formation, and pulled me against him until my butt was mashed against his groin.
"Hold still," he ordered gruffly as his hands resumed their journey up and down my legs, squeezing my knees, thighs, hips, and finally my glutes, his fingers sliding beneath the elastic leg bands of my briefs. I gulped and obeyed him, doing my best not to squirm as his big hands groped me.
He grabbed my ankles again and lifted me up and down, scissoring my legs as he rubbed the crack of my butt over the hard ridge in his jeans. I had no control over my limbs and everybody in the room was laughing as they looked on, watching Mikey manhandle me like I was some kind of puppet.
I was bent in half like a big capital "L." I could feel my erection throbbing and straining at my briefs as Mikey dragged me back and forth over his bulge. My crotch was pretty much in my face, my erection outlined clear as day in my tight white briefs. It was huge and it bobbed and twitched as Mikey continued to bounce me up and down, thrusting against me as he chortled. I also noticed Jen and the girls giggling and pointing between my legs as they held their smartphones even closer.
"Oh gosh!" I cried out. "Ooooohhh!!!" The tingling I felt earlier was back, but this time it was more intense. If felt familiar though, like the time I had a -- What did our Dad call it? Oh yeah -- a nocturnal emission. A few weeks ago I'd woken up in the middle of the night ejaculating into my underwear! At first I thought I was wetting the bed but it didn't smell like pee, even though my briefs were soaked and it was sticky and tacky to the touch. When I asked our Dad about it later, he sat me and Frank down and said it was time we had the `Birds and the Bees talk.' I think Frank has been having a lot of nocturnal emissions lately because I see him a couple of times a week changing his sheets and doing his own laundry.
Anyway, yeah, it felt like that. But instead of the tingle being in my balls, which were pulled tight against my body, by the way, this time is seemed to be concentrated around my butthole. Every time Mikey thrust it felt like he was pulling my legs wider apart and it felt surprisingly--
"Oh!" I cried out again, louder this time.
"Sounds like he likes that," Jeff said.
"Unghhh," I moaned as I pushed back against Mikey when he thrust yet again into my crease.
"Looks like it too," Luke commented.
"Yup," Jeff agreed as he ran the back of his hand up the length of my erection, "you don't have to be some kind of detective to figure that out!"
The guys burst out laughing like it was all just a big joke, but it wasn't funny to me. My hard penis was aching and I wanted to free it from the confines of my tight briefs but Luke kept my wrists in his iron grasp.
I couldn't figure out why I was so hard. I tried to free myself, twisting and writhing, but I didn't have enough leverage and couldn't get any purchase or traction. I felt my strength ebbing. I decided to give it one last go, concentrating on throwing off Mikey.
I bucked up again, but this time Jeff's hand was there and he cupped it over my bulge and let it rest there. It felt heavy and hot and for some reason I bucked up into it one more time. He smirked at me and winked. I bucked again and then again. And then yet again.
"Oh, ohhh," I moaned as Jeff started to squeeze my erection through my briefs, working his fist up and down while scrubbing the calloused pad of his thumb across the spot where my leaking tip had soaked through the thin cotton fabric.
"That's it," he urged. "There you go, Little Hardy."
I thrashed my head back and forth. I wanted to say no' and tell him to stop', but what came out of my mouth instead was, "Yes, more. Oh gosh!!"
Suddenly I couldn't stop my hips. It was like they had a mind of their own as they frantically humped into Jeff's big hand.
"Check out Little Hardy's hog!" Luke said as he reached over to flick my nipples.
"Nothing little about it," Jeff said as he gave me another tug and squeeze.
"Uh ungh!!!" I grunted loudly as my back arched and my eyes rolled back in my head. Suddenly I was spurting all over in my briefs. Oh my gosh!
"Oh, oh, oh!! I'm cumming!" I cried out, using a word we Hardy Boys never say, completely unaware that I was, what people would call, drunk off my ass. "I'm cumming! Oh, Frank... Bro, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
I felt the warm liquid seep into the thin cotton of my white briefs as Mikey continued to thrust that hard ridge into my crease. "Oh noooo," I groaned, watching as a wet spot spread over the front of my underwear and realizing what I'd done. I'd cum -- no, ejaculated -- in my briefs in front of everybody! It was so embarrassing, but at the same time I didn't care because I was suddenly so tired. It felt like all my strength had been drained from me and all I wanted to do was sleep.
"You're a real horn dog, aren't ya, Little Hardy?" Jeff said with a chuckle, giving my crotch another squeeze and holy cow if that didn't wake me right up!
"Yeah, you and Frank both, I guess," Mikey said, "since you both splooged yourselves." Then he gave me one final hard slap on my butt.
"Owww!!"
Chapter 9 -- Frank
"Oh, Frank!" I heard my brother cry out. "Bro, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
I tried not to watch while Joe was being spanked and tickled, but the way he went from laughing to crying out to moaning -- sometimes in the same breath -- well, I couldn't help it. The guys' hands seemed to be all over my brother's body and I was spellbound by the way Joe writhed and squirmed, how his hips bucked up and down, how he moaned and grunted. And then suddenly he was crying out over and over that he was cumming' -- which, by the way, is a word we Hardy Boys aren't supposed to use ("vulgar and crass," our Dad says) -- and then all the guys started laughing about how we'd both splooged' ourselves.
We'd both messed our shorts, which was so embarrassing. But what was worse though, is it looked as if Joe had enjoyed what happened to him as much as I had enjoyed what Luke had done to me! I mean, Jeff's hand was still covering his crotch and Joe was still thrusting into it. How were we going to live this down?
I flinched when Mikey smacked Joe's butt again and that's when I realized Neal -- Neanderthal -- wasn't spanking me anymore. I chanced a look up at him and he seemed mesmerized by the sight of Jeff's hand on Joe's crotch. He caught me looking and blinked, shaking his head as if to clear it. Then I felt his big paw crack savagely against my butt.
"Owww!!!" I cried out, jumping nearly a foot. I glared at him but he just smiled and gave me another whack. This time though, his hand lingered on my backside and he cupped my butt cheek, giving it a massaging squeeze. My jaw dropped. What was he doing? I was about to shake him off but froze when I felt his big, thick fingers slowly brush up and down between my cheeks, teasing me through the thin cotton of my briefs before his middle finger came to rest at my anus.
I gulped and it suddenly felt twenty degrees hotter. I stared up at him again and he actually winked at me. What was this? What was going on? I wanted to climb off his lap but this surprisingly pleasant anal stimulation seemed to hold me in place and I moaned.
My body quivered and shook as his finger began to gently tap at my clenched anus. I squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath, only to cry out when the fingers of his other hand swirled against the tip of my penis. My eyes flew open but I couldn't see straight, and I was suddenly completely erect again.
Just then there was a loud knocking at the front door. "Police!" a voice boomed. I saw Jen rush to answer the door.
"We've had a noise complaint," a voice announced. "May we come in?"
"Yes, Officers," she said, stepping aside to let two policemen into the house. I was still sprawled over Neal's lap and tried to crane my neck to see who it was but he pushed my head back down so all I could see were their legs as they stood in the foyer.
"It's okay now, though," Jen continued. "Those boys over there -- Frank and Joe Hardy -- well, they got drunk and took their clothes off but my brother and his friends stopped them."
We what?! Th...that wasn't true! What was she talking about?
"Frank and Joe Hardy?" a familiar voice said as the officers approached. "Now this is a surprise."
Joe and I managed to get to our feet. The room pitched and I held my arms out to steady myself. I was really dizzy and had a hard time standing up straight. I noticed Joe was having a similarly hard time. I froze when I realized who the lead officer was. Officer Kincaid!
Officer Kincaid isn't a fan of us Hardy Boys. Over the years we've become a thorn in his side, probably because we've closed more of his cases than he has. He's often accused us of meddling in official police business, but it isn't our fault if we're better at doing his job than he is.
"It's not what it looks like," I said, my voice a thick slur.
"Oh really?" he said as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Usually whenever there's trouble you two seem to always be in the middle of it," he continued. "Now it looks like you ARE the trouble."
He looked between me and Joe and cocked an eyebrow. I glanced at my brother and then down at myself and realized what he was seeing: both of us Hardy Boys were in nothing but our underwear -- identical plain white briefs -- and, well, we both had erections that were pretty prominent. He glanced around the room and then to his partner, Officer Lasko. My head was still spinning but I thought I saw him wink.
"Are you boys drunk?" he asked.
"No!" Joe and I protested in unison.
He looked around the room again and I followed his gaze. Everybody other than he and Officer Lasko had their smartphones out and were taking pictures of me and Joe! Oh no! I could see it now: Snapchat, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter...
Officer Kincaid smirked and I didn't like the almost sinister look he cast my way. He pointed his nightstick to the damp spot on my briefs and then to the spot on Joe's before he continued his questioning. "Did you boys wet yourselves?"
"What?!" I exclaimed, jumping back a step when he touched the tip of my penis with his baton. Joe and I both covered our crotches with our hands and declared, "No sir!"
"Hands behind your heads," Officer Lasko instructed. "Both of you." He patted me on my butt with his nightstick, running it up the length of my crease. Then he used it to prod me forward until I was once again standing side by side with Joe.
Joe and I put our hands behind our heads. We could hear the cameras clicking all around us. Officer Kincaid pointed his nightstick at our crotches again, this time gently tapping my balls. "If you didn't piss yourselves, then what?
I blushed scarlet and the room filled with giggles. "It's, um," I stammered nervously, "it's um... I... um... we..."
"We didn't pee our pants!" Joe burst out, defensively. He was also slurring.
"No," Officer Kincaid said, wrinkling his nose. "No, you didn't piss yourselves. This smells more like... teen spirit." He ran his nightstick up my inner thigh and then along my erect shaft. "Did you boys ejaculate?"
I reddened again and covered my crotch.
Officer Lasko poked me in the butt with his baton. "I said hands behind your head."
"But--"
Officer Kincaid gestured to the handcuffs on his belt and I complied. "Okay, okay!" I said, wincing at the audible snickers of my schoolmates.
"So," Officer Kincaid went on, "we've got drunk and disorderly--"
"We're not drunk," I insisted, cutting him off. "Underage drinking is illegal. Besides, Joe and I don't drink."
Officer Kincaid wasn't having any of it, though. "Right. I'm going to have to administer some field sobriety tests," he said. "Let's step outside."
"Outside?" Joe sputtered, "but--"
"Come with me, you two," Officer Lasko barked, cutting Joe off mid-protest.
Chapter 10 -- Joe
Officer Lasko and Officer Kincaid each grabbed a bicep and marched me and Frank through the house to the open door and outside onto the porch. The red and blue lights of their squad car were flashing and I could see that a good size crowd had gathered. As we were ushered down the steps, wearing nothing but our tight white briefs and with our fingers laced behind our heads, there were audible gasps and even some laughs from the crowd.
Officer Kincaid ran us through three field sobriety tests: the walk-and-turn test, the one-leg stand test, and the horizontal gaze test. Normally Frank and I could do these blindfolded but now we failed them spectacularly. For some reason we could barely keep on our feet! I was focused so intently on the tests I didn't notice that Officer Lasko as well as several people in the crowd were filming us and taking pictures.
I did, however, pick up on the fact that several of our classmates from Bayport High were in the crowd. Why were they here? How did they know what happened.?
It looked like Officer Kincaid was trying to suppress a smile. I looked up at him quizzically and he narrowed his eyes and stared down at me and Frank.
"Boys," he said in a booming voice, "from where I stand, you've got two choices: one, we take you to the station in cuffs and charge you with minor in possession and drunk and disorderly; or two, we call your father and take you home. What will it be?"
I think I was too shocked to fully grasp what he was saying. Drunk? Frank and I weren't drunk. Were we? But how could we be? I looked at Frank and he was just staring at Officer Kincaid. Officer Kincaid sighed heavily, shook his head, and pulled out his phone. He tapped the screen a couple of times and put it to his ear.
"Hello? Yes, is this Mr. Hardy?"
I looked at Frank and we both gulped. Officer Kincaid walked a few feet away, speaking to our Dad in hushed tones. He returned a couple of minutes later. "Okay you two, into the car," he ordered.
"Can we at least get dressed?" Frank pleaded.
"Get in the car now or I'll cuff you and take you downtown and let you dry out in a holding cell. Your choice."
"We'll get in the car," Frank said quickly, practically pushing me into the backseat of the squad car.
"Good. Now Officer Lasko is going to follow us to your house." He turned to look back at the house and I saw Officer Lasko coming down the stairs carrying two paper grocery bags and a set of keys.
"I've got their clothes, wallets and cell phones right here," he explained. He clicked the key fob and found Frank's car.
Officer Kincaid opened his car door and was about to get in when Jen Griffin rushed down the front steps. "Hello! Officer Kincaid!" she called as she hurried to the squad car. She was holding two bottles of water. "Frank and Joe should take an aspirin before they go home. It'll help with the hangover."
"We haven't been drinking!" Frank protested once again. Officer Kincaid looked at her and she blinked twice and smiled. She looked like the picture of innocence.
"I think that's a great idea." He handed me and Frank each a bottle of water and a big blue pill. "Go on boys," he said. "Drink up."
"Thank you," Frank and I both mumbled. Neither of us realized that the blue pill was Viagra and not aspirin. Officer Kincaid smiled again and shook his head.
Chapter 11 -- Frank
As Officer Kincaid pulled away from the curb he radioed Officer Lasko and asked him about his date from the night before. Their back and forth banter made me feel like I was back with the guys, except the stories Luke, Mikey, Jeff and Neal had told were G-rated compared to the raunchy tales Officers Kincaid and Lasko were telling. The language was graphic and the descriptions explicit, and within minutes I was more erect than I'd ever been in my entire life! My head was already spinning, but now I was panting and sweating and my penis was like a flagpole! I glanced over at my brother and could tell he was in the same condition: his mouth was open and his eyes were crossed and he was squeezing his erection through his briefs.
"Stop that," I whispered to Joe, gently elbowing him.
"But bro," he whimpered as he flicked his thumb back and forth over the spot where the head of his hard penis was poking against the now damp cotton of his briefs, "I'm so hard. I gotta man."
"What're you boys talking about back there?" Officer Kincaid interrupted. I met his eyes in the rearview mirror but didn't respond. Apparently I didn't have to.
"Oh come on now," he said gruffly as he rolled his eyes. "Just whip it out if you need to. We're all men here for fuck sake."
Joe didn't need any further encouragement. Sliding down in his seat, my brother spread his legs wide, reached into his briefs, and pulled his erect penis out.
"Joe," I whispered harshly, elbowing him again, this time harder. "What are you doing?"
"I gotta cum, Frank," he groaned as he wrapped his fist around his hard shaft.
"But--"
"That's it, Joe," Officer Kincaid interrupted, focusing his attention on my brother. "Looks like that's exactly what you need. Now stroke it, boy! Work that cock! That's right... Stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it... pump, pump, pump... and stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, and wait, wait, wait."
"Mmmm," Joe whimpered as his wide eyes met Officer Kincaid's in the rearview mirror, his hand sliding up and down his shaft in time with his words. "Oh... fuck..."
My eyes widened. "Joe!" I whispered again, more loudly, admonishing him both for his vulgar language and for masturbating.
"Oh..." Joe cried out again and I looked at him again. He was clearly lost in a sexual haze. His eyes were glazed and unfocused and I couldn't help but stare as he palmed his thick length while he muttered, "Stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it..."
"Joe," I tried again but my words were barely audible because by this time I was slumped down in my own seat, head lolling against the seat back, my legs spread wide and my hand down my briefs, the elastic waistband tucked under my tingling balls, and my fist stroke, stroke, stroking.
"Stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it... and pump, pump, pump," I intoned in unison with Joe, "... and stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it... and wait, wait, wait. Stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it... pump, pump, pump... and stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it... and wait, wait, wait."
"That's good, Frank," Officer Kincaid rumbled softly from the front seat, turning his attention toward me.
"Oh!" I moaned. The feeling was incredible and I began to pump furiously.
"Hey, hey, not so fast," he said, his firm voice cutting through my haze. "You want to make it last, understand? It's not good to let it all out at once. Make it last."
I nodded as I continued to masturbate, listening to Officer Kincaid's instructions as if they were a mantra, repeating along with him, "Stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it... and wait, wait, wait... and stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it... and pump, pump, pump..."
"Good, yeah?" he asked.
"Yeah," I nodded.
"Feels fucking fantastic, right?" I nodded again, my head bobbing up and down furiously as I continued to stroke and pump my erection. "Say it, Frank," he urged.
"F..f..feels g..g..good," I stammered.
"No, Frank," he said, his voice stern yet encouraging. "It feels fucking fantastic. Say it, Frank. Fucking fantastic. Tell me it feels fucking fantastic, Frank."
"It feels fucking fantastic," I relented, groaning as pre-ejaculate flowed freely from the head of my penis and over my hand. As my fist slid up and down my rigid shaft, Joe and I continued to softly chant as if we were being indoctrinated: "Stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it... and pump, pump, pump... oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck... and stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, then wait, wait, wait..."
Over and over and over.
"That's right," Officer Kincaid said. "It feels fucking fantastic to stroke your cock."
I continued to nod. My hand on my erect pe-- cock felt so good and as I stroked and pumped I wondered why Dad always lectured Joe and me against this. How could something that felt this fucking fantastic possibly be wrong?
I flicked my thumb over my nipples the way Joe was and then, remembering the thrilling sensation when Neal's fingers had brushed over it earlier, I let my free hand drift down between my spread legs until it found my tightly puckered anal knot. I lightly touched it through my briefs and felt it spasm and clench.
"Oh!" I gasped as the veins in my shaft pulsed against my fingers. "Oh fuuuuuck!!!!"
"That's right," Officer Kincaid said. "A good fuck is what you need."
Even if I wasn't half out of my mind with lust, I'd have never picked up on his double entendre.
"That's right," Officer Kincaid continued to encourage me, gently but firmly. "Stroke it, pump it. Feels good, huh? Natural."
"Yes," I gasped, nodding as I felt my balls pull tight against my body. "Stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it... wait, wait, wait... and stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, pump, pump, pump..."
I felt I was about to ejaculate when Officer Kincaid's booming voice broke through my haze of lust like a bucket of cold water. "Slow it down, Joe, Frank," he barked. "Make it last. You gotta pump it, pump it, pump it and then wait, wait, wait. Yeah, that's right... pump it, pump it, pump it... wait, wait, wait..."
"Ohhhh," I moaned, doing my best to obey, as my finger strummed my hole.
"That's a good boy, Frank," Officer Kincaid praised. "Keep on touching your hole. Feel how hungry it is for that finger."
I nodded but was distracted by Joe. "Oh Frank!" he groaned loudly and I turned to look at him. His face was sheened in sweat and his eyes were squeezed shut. His body writhed and his ass wriggled back and forth over his seat while he chewed his lower lip. He was stroking his rigid shaft with one hand while the other was pinching and tweaking his red, puffy nipples.
His breaths were coming out in short, hot pants and the flushed glans of his penis, still in his death grip, seemed to expand to about twice its size. "Oh bro, oh bro, oh bro, oh FUCK!!!" he cried out as he began to ejaculate, his cock spraying cum like a garden hose, coating his torso with the thick, viscous fluid.
As I stared open-mouthed, I slipped my finger beneath the elastic leg band of my briefs and flirted with my quivering hole. "Oh... oh fuck," I groaned as the tip breached my sphincter muscle and slid into the wet heat of my body. "Oh fuck!"
I pushed it up to the second knuckle and suddenly let loose, my cries cut off in a garbled strangle as my second orgasm of the night ripped through me. The first shot of semen hit me right under my lower lip and cum rocketed into my mouth, up my nose, and across my cheeks and forehead. My head snapped back as if I'd been punched and I wiped at my face as the second spurt splattered against the ceiling of the squad car, and the next four geysered up over my abs and chest.
Joe and I slumped in our seats completely spent, our cum-coated chests panting heavily and our still-erect dicks jutting up from our spunk-covered pubes.
I don't know how long we sat luxuriating in the afterglow of our twin orgasms, but suddenly the car came to a stop and Officer Kincaid's booming voice announced our arrival.
"We're here boys!" he said, snapping me out of my daze. "Better tuck those dicks in!"
"What?!" I cried out, my head whipping around. Already? No way! I had no idea we'd arrived. The windows were steamed up but I could just make out our house in the distance. The downstairs lights were on.
Officer Kincaid turned in his seat, took us in, and then flicked his eyes up toward the ceiling. I followed his eyes and gulped when I noticed the In-Car Camera System. I looked at Joe and then back again at Officer Kincaid.
"That's right," he said, "every second of your jack off session was caught in high def."
I felt the blood drain from my face. I should've known the squad car would be equipped with cameras. Had I been thinking even the slightest bit clearly, I'd have realized that everything we did and said was being recorded. Every movement, every comment, every bit of debauchery...
Officer Kincaid got out of the car and slammed the door, the noise reverberating in the quiet night as he came around to the back passenger-side door.
"Both of you out," he ordered as he opened the door, flashing a leering smile as Joe and I -- still shell-shocked -- struggled to shove our boners into our briefs. "Hands behind your heads."
We tumbled out of the back seat, my cum dripping onto us from the headliner -- "You boys are gonna clean that up," Officer Kincaid snickered -- and looked around us. The flashing blue and red lights created a strobe effect as Joe and I made the long trek up the sidewalk to where our Dad was waiting on the porch, his arms crossed. Even from where I stood I could see the look of displeasure on his face.
The flashing lights must've alerted our neighbors to the police presence because lights began to come on in several of the homes lining the street and soon people were filing out of their houses to see what was happening.
There were gasps of surprise, cries of dismay, and even some suppressed laughter as Joe and I, wearing nothing but our tight white briefs, made our way up the sidewalk, followed by Officers Kincaid and Lasko.
"Are they drunk?" a voice from the crowd asked.
"It sure looks that way," another voice responded.
"Shameful!"
There were more voices from the crowd. "Does Joe have an erection?"
"I believe he does."
"Oh look, they both do!"
"Shameful!"
"How embarrassing!"
"Shameful!"
"Oh, their poor mother!"
At that moment our front door opened and our Mother and Aunt Gertrude stepped onto the porch to flank our Dad. They looked similarly displeased. I chanced a look at Joe. He was staring straight ahead, stone-faced, the light from the porch reflecting off the still wet semen on his abdomen. I could only imagine what I looked like with my discharge still wet on my face and chest.
We came to a stop a few feet from the front porch and Officer Kincaid spoke lowly so only Joe and I could hear. "Unless you boys want that video finding its way onto the internet you'll do everything I say from now on, you understand?"
My breath caught and my dick began vibrating like a divining rod, punching out the front of my tight white briefs even further.
Before I could respond, Dad started speaking, "Drinking? Parading about half naked? What do you have to say for yourselves, boys?" he called down to us from the porch. His voice was stern.
"But Dad!" I slurred in protest, "it isn't our fault!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hardy," Officer Lasko said as he walked past us and up the porch steps. He pulled a nearly empty bottle of something from one of the paper bags he was carrying. "I found this bottle of alcohol on the backseat of Frank's car."
"That's not mine!" I insisted.
"Mine either!" Joe chimed in.
"Well, it was found in your car and you're both obviously drunk," our Father said. "You've also somehow managed to lose your clothes and--" he looked closer and his eyes widened with shock, "is that... do you have a...?"
"Nice boner!" somebody from the crowd called out. Joe and I looked down at the big tents in our briefs and exchanged bewildered glances. We'd both already ejaculated twice tonight so why did we--
"You don't even have the decency to cover up," Dad lamented, shaking his head, interrupting my errant thought. "I don't know what to do about you two."
"Ahem," Officer Kincaid said, clearing his throat as he stepped forward. "If I may interject, sir, but a few of the kids at the party tonight took it upon themselves to, um, punish Frank and Joe."
Our Dad looked intrigued. "Punish? What do you mean?"
"Well," Officer Kincaid explained, "when we arrived at the house your sons were both being spanked."
"Excuse me? They were being spanked?"
"That's right, sir."
"That sounds like an excellent punishment," our Dad said. "On the porch now, boys."
Resigned to our fate, we climbed the steps. As our Dad slipped off his belt, he called down the stairs, "Officer Kincaid, Officer Lasko, would you care to lend me a hand?"
The End