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Neil was the one to notice it: Tyler Richards was cheating on an examination! He nudged his friend Gary and pointed toward the front of the class.
“Check it out,” he whispered.
Gary saw but could not believe what he was seeing. Tyler Richards, the school’s star jock boy, was staring intently at a slip of paper hidden on his desk under the exam. Just then, Mr. Edgar, the teacher, coughed quietly and shifted position in his seat at the front of the class. Tyler quickly pushed the cheat sheet back under the exam paper and looked up guiltily, his face flushing a pretty shade of red. If Mr. Edgar had glanced at him at that moment, he would undoubtedly have known that something was wrong with Tyler.
But why would the teacher check out Tyler Richards, who had been getting straight A’s since he began attending Winchester Academy four years ago? Instead, he turned his attention to Neil French and Gary Syms, who were the class troublemakers—Neil with his long hair and semi-stylish ripped clothes and Gary with his cynical, cutting sense of geek humor. Sure enough, they were grinning and whispering together at the back of the classroom rather than completing the exam.
“French...Syms,” Mr. Edgar called out, drawing himself laboriously out of his chair and up to his rather unimpressive full height, “Front of the class.”
No longer smiling, the two boys got up and strolled forward, the center of attention, with everyone in the class looking up at them from their exams. Neil noticed Tyler smirking at him with his typical sneer.
‘Fucker,’ Neil thought, ‘we’ll see who’s laughing in a second.’
“Mr. Edgar,” he blurted as he reached the front of the room, “We saw—”
He was cut off by Gary elbowing him subtly but stiffly in the side. He drew a breath to continue speaking, but the angry teacher interrupted him.
“You two have been nothing but trouble since you started this class in September,” Mr. Edgar announced, his full white mustache quivering with indignation. “I can no longer allow you to disrupt this class with your infantile jokes and games, particularly during exams.” Neil started to protest but was again cut off by Mr. Edgar, who had worked up a full head of steam. “You have both failed this examination. You will apologize to the class for the disruption, and then you will leave.” He glared at the two boys. “Do you understand?” Both boys nodded a sullen ‘yes.’ “Any further problems,” the teacher finished his pronouncement of sentence, “And you will be removed from this class permanently. Perhaps you can make up the course in summer school.”
Gary did not react, but Neil looked up in alarm. That was about the most severe threat a teacher could make short of outright expulsion. Winchester was a beach town in southern California, and summer was by far the best time of the year, particularly for teenagers. Being forced to waste the summer months inside the stuffy high school while everyone else partied on the beach was about the worst fate a teenager could suffer.
Cowed, an embarrassed Neil and Gary turned around and stammered an apology to the class. A few kids giggled—Neil noted that Tyler was one of them—but most looked away, uncomfortable at the humiliation of their fellow students. The two boys then filed out of the classroom and into the hallway.
Tyler shrugged and looked back at the exam as the class returned to normal. ‘Thank god those two geeks were gone,’ he thought.
He tried to put Neil and Gary out of his mind. In his world, there were “jocks” and “geeks,” and Neil and Gary definitely fell into the latter category. Tyler would not have known their names except that Neil had spent the better part of the first term of the previous year staring at him. God, he hated faggots! He later asked Pete, one of his teammates, to beat Neil up to warn him off. Pete had dutifully administered the beating, and Neil had backed off.
Reluctantly, Tyler turned his attention back to the exam. He frowned at the test as if he could intimidate the answers off the written page. Questions that had been easy for him a year ago now seemed impossible. Tyler was quite intelligent and had always gotten almost perfect marks at school. Still, lately, the constant burden of socializing, sports practice, beach parties, student council, etcetera had left him little time for schoolwork.
As a result, he had found himself approaching the first set of school exams of his senior year completely unprepared. And if he did poorly or—unthinkable—failed, he would lose his record of straight A’s and probably fail to be elected Homecoming King, the goal he had worked toward for the last few years. Hence, he made a few crib notes to get him through the first round of exams. After that, he told himself he would get back on track with the schoolwork.
After looking around to ensure he was unobserved, he pushed the exam paper upwards to expose the notes he had written on the cheat sheet.
Neil smoldered with anger as he walked down the hall with Gary. He had the perfect chance to get back at Tyler, and Gary had blown it for him! Neil’s thoughts lingered on Tyler as he grumbled to himself.
Tyler was one of those unattainable high school pricks who enjoyed showing himself off. With his shoulder-length blonde hair, perfect face (large green eyes, pert nose, and thick, pouty lips), and an athlete’s body, he was the most handsome boy in Winchester and every female student’s dream, but dream he remained for most. He moved exclusively within the highest high school social circles and only went out with cheerleaders and popular girls, who usually had enormous tits.
Neil had developed a crush on Tyler earlier the previous year, and it was not until Tyler had sent his teammate to beat Neil up that he got over him. The fact was, Tyler only noticed guys like Neil (and Gary, for that matter) when they bothered him, and he had to put them “out of their misery,” as Neil had once heard him laughingly remark to one of his friends.
The two boys left the school by the side entrance and began to walk across the south parking lot. Finally, Neil could contain himself no longer.
“Why’d you shut me up in there?” he complained, “I had that fucker right where I wanted him. I owed him.”
Gary just smiled at this, making Neil uncomfortable. Where Neil was loud and obnoxious, Gary was quiet and odd. Even though the two had been friends since grade school, Gary could still unnerve his burly friend with his peculiar smile and bizarre ideas.
“What’s so funny?” Neil asked nervously.
“You’re right,” Gary answered quietly, “We do have him where we want him, but not in the way you mean.”
Neil was puzzled. “What are you talking about?”
“If you had tattled on him back in the classroom just now, Edgar might or might not have believed you—probably not. You know he doesn’t like us. And if he did not, if Tyler had managed to hide his cheating, we would have been kicked out of the class for good and been stuck in summer school. And even if he had caught him, at most, he would have failed the exam, if that. The teachers love him. Then he would set his friends on us.”
“But—” Neil began.
“You remember, Pete.”
Neil could only nod glumly in agreement, recalling the beating he had suffered last year. Tyler had no shortage of friends on the football team.
“So,” he said finally, “you said we had him where we wanted him.”
“Yes, I did,” Gary agreed.
“How?” Neil asked.
By now, the two boys had reached Gary’s car. Gary unlocked the doors before answering.
“If he’s cheating now on a math test,” he explained, “he must be in trouble with his schoolwork. He’s always gotten top marks in math.”
“Yeah,” Neil was still confused, “so?”
“So,” Gary continued patiently, “It’s a pretty safe bet he’ll cheat again. There’s an English test coming up next week, and I don’t think a little cheat sheet will be of much use to him. You have to have read the material.”
Gary started the car and pulled out of the parking space. Neil thought this over as Gary maneuvered the vehicle out of the school parking lot and onto the road.
“So,” he asked finally, “what do we do about it?”
“I’ll tell you when we get to Sean’s place,” Gary answered. “We’ll need him for what I have in mind.”
Sean was Gary’s friend and sometimes boyfriend. Neil was never really sure about the relationship. He knew that they went out and occasionally had sex, but he also knew that Sean did the same with at least a couple of other guys. Gary, however, did not seem to mind, so Neil had decided to take things at face value. Neil had even made a pass at Sean at a beach party last summer, but he had been rebuffed. He was philosophical about it. Sean was not his type anyway.
The boy in question appeared in the doorway, answering their knock. A year younger than the two boys, Sean was short and heavy, with curly, brown hair. Any suggestion of cuteness, however, was quickly dispelled by his stern face and small, piggy (Neil thought) eyes. If there was any cuteness there, it was definitely in the eye of the beholder.
After a quick greeting (and an obligatory “hello” to Sean’s mother, propped up, as usual, in front of the television), Sean led the two boys down to his basement bedroom, locking the door behind him (Sean’s parents were “progressive” and felt that he needed his privacy). Neil flopped into a chair, and Gary leaned up against the dresser. Sean lay down on the bed and propped himself up with a pillow.
“So,” he asked, “what are you guys doing here? I thought you had math with Edgar until three.”
“We did,” he answered, “until he kicked us out.”
Gary took over the explanation and outlined the sequence of events that had led to their expulsion from the math class. Sean immediately blamed Tyler.
“That prick!” he swore angrily, “Cheating on the test and getting you guys kicked out. He’s asking for it.”
“Yes, he is,” Gary agreed quietly, “and I think I know how we can give it to him.”
“What do you mean?”
“We know he’s cheating on his exams, right?”
Neil and Sean nodded in agreement.
“I think that it’s pretty likely he’ll cheat again. I don’t think he’s had to do it before, so he’s probably way behind in his work. The fact that he’s cheating, and that we know he’s cheating, gives us a hold on him, a way of blackmailing him, but we need more.”
Neil thought this over for a few moments. “Like what?” he asked.
“First, we need concrete evidence of the cheating. No one is going to take our word over Tyler’s. That’s where you come in, Sean. We need to use your video camera and microphone. We’ll need that to trap him.”
“And then what?”
Neil was starting to become excited at the prospect of blackmailing Tyler. Gary fell silent for a moment, looking at his two friends.
“How much,” Gary finally asked, his voice strained and odd, “how much do you hate him? I mean, really. How much do you want to see him suffer?”
“Hey, man,” Neil answered uneasily, “I want to get back at him for having me beat up last year. I don’t want to kill him or anything.”
“Well, I would,” Sean spat out. “I hate the prick. He always flaunts himself and walks about like he owns the whole fucking school. He deserves whatever he gets. I’ll do whatever you want to help get him.”
Gary looked over a Neil, his eyebrows raised as if to ask, ‘are you in?’
“Aw, fuck it,” Neil said, “I hate the prick as much as anybody. I’m in all the way.”
“Good,” Gary nodded, “because when we’re through with him, he’ll be the biggest cock whore in the history of Winchester Academy.”
The English exam was being held the following Monday, only five days away, so they had to move quickly. The first step was to get a hold of the exam questions beforehand, which were stored on the school network, allowing someone with the appropriate equipment and skills to break into the system and download the required information without leaving any trace.
Gary had broken into the system several times with his home computer and was quite familiar with the security measures and the layout of information within the network. In the end, it took him about twenty minutes to download the appropriate exam paper. Neil and Sean were impressed.
“Jesus,” Sean muttered, “I wish you’d told me about this before I failed my fucking history test last year.”
Gary just shook his head. “I don’t think we want to do this too often. If I go in often enough, they’ll figure out what’s happening. I was saving it for a special occasion.” He looked up at his two friends and grinned maliciously. “And I think this is a special occasion.”
Frustrated, Tyler slammed the book shut. He was going to blow the test for sure! The exam was coming up in just a few days, and he needed more time to prepare. Tyler had done his best to catch up on the first two months’ work in a couple of days, but it was almost impossible for him to even get through the material in time for the test, much less understand it. And he could not cheat on this exam as he did in math. Tyler had gotten away with writing out several formulas and applications on crib notes in that class, but that would not work for an English test. There was too much material to read and assimilate, and without knowing exactly what material the test was going to focus on, he was forced to try to learn it all in just a few days—a daunting task at best and almost certainly doomed to failure.
Tyler slumped back in his chair and stared at his pouting reflection in the desk mirror. It was not fair. How could he be expected to keep up with all of this classwork while at the same time attending student council meetings and athletic practice each afternoon? It was impossible. They just expected too much of him! He felt his large, green eyes brimming with tears. He wanted to be Homecoming King desperately, and now... He was interrupted from his self-pity by the phone ringing at his bedside. Sniffling, he got up and crossed the room to answer it.
It was Paul, his friend from school. Careful to disguise his inner turmoil (Paul, like all of the other jocks in their particular clique, could smell weakness the way a shark smells blood; any hint of a problem and it would be all over the group by the end of the next school day, threatening Tyler’s position), Tyler fell quickly into the usual school banter of gossip, innuendo and casual put-downs of other students. Tyler was good at this, and Paul sensed nothing out of place.
After a while, Neil’s name came up, and Tyler happily recounted the events of yesterday’s math test. Paul had almost certainly heard about it by now. Still, the combination of a first-hand account and Tyler’s particular sarcastic humor made the story well worth listening to for a second time. The two jocks were soon laughing together at what had happened.
“Well,” Paul laughed at the end of the story, “It does sound as if they made absolute assholes of themselves, all right. And that threat of summer school must have scared the shit out of them from what I heard.”
“What do you mean?”
“I heard that Neil has got a hold of some of the exam papers coming up. He wants to bring up his overall marks so Edgar can’t fail him or something like that.”
Tyler felt his heart skip a beat as his breath caught in his chest. Neil had copies of future exams? “Where did you hear that?” he asked, trying to keep his voice casual. He had succeeded, as Paul failed to detect the change of mood.
“Scott told me,” he answered. “I think he heard it from Sean. Although why he was talking to that faggot, I don’t know. Do you remember Sean? He was the one...”
Paul started to drone on about Sean, who was definitely not a part of their exclusive clique, but Tyler was not listening. Neil had copies of some upcoming tests and was in Tyler’s English class!
After a while, Paul wound down, and Tyler let the conversation die a natural death. While he was careful not to mention Neil and the exam papers again, it was never far from his mind. Finally, the two jocks said goodbye, and Tyler hung up the phone.
Thoughtful, he walked back to his desk and looked at the staggering pile of unread English books. Cheating was a perilous matter at Winchester (it had taken him a long time to screw up his courage enough to do it during the math test), but stealing exam papers was something else altogether. He remembered a guy who had been caught with a stolen paper about four years ago when he was in his first year at the high school. He had not only been expelled, but the school had prosecuted him for breaking and entering and theft. (They succeeded on the first count but failed on the second.) It had been all over the papers in Winchester. He shuddered at the thought of that happening to him, but what was his alternative?
Besides, he thought, making up his mind—he would not get caught. He was too bright for that.
It was all too easy!
Tyler approached Neil the next day, just as Gary had predicted. In the guise of sympathizing with him over his humiliation in Edgar’s math class a couple of days ago, he had sounded him out about the papers for the upcoming exams. As Gary had instructed him, Neil pretended to be suffering from a bad cold and sore throat and lowered his voice to a rasp. Tyler did not seem to notice; either he did not care or could not remember what he usually sounded like. Probably both.
Enjoying the experience of Tyler being friendly to him (although aware that Tyler had skillfully manipulated the circumstances of their “accidental” meeting in such a way as to locate it in the study hall, which was usually deserted), Neil drew the encounter out, repeatedly side-stepping Tyler’s indirect attempts to get him to admit to having the papers.
Finally, he was forced to ask him directly. “Do you have copies of the upcoming exam papers?”
Seemingly reluctant, Neil eventually admitted he happened to have some copies of future exam papers, and in particular, he did have a copy of next week’s English exam.
“Why do you want to know?”
Tyler looked down and flushed. Neil was almost willing to feel sorry for him when he looked like that. Almost. All he had to do to push back any feelings of affection was to remember how he had rejected him last year and then had him beaten up. He knew what Tyler was like.
“I want a copy of that exam,” Tyler admitted finally, “I need it for this weekend.”
Neil pretended to be shocked. “Tyler, you mean you want a copy of a stolen exam paper so you can cheat on next Monday’s English test?”
Tyler swallowed back an angry retort. Could Neil not be a little more subtle? Idiot! Still, there was not much he could do about it.
“Yes,” he admitted, “I need it to pass the exam.”
Neil just stared at him, not saying anything.
“I’ll pay you,” he added, “How about $100?” Still nothing. He was almost frantic. “Please?”
“All right,” Neil relented, as if making up his mind, “I’ll sell you the stolen exam paper for $100.” Tyler almost collapsed with relief. Everything was going to work out!
“Will that be all, Tyler, or do you want any more exams? I can probably get whatever you want.”
Tyler looked up, excited. This would solve all of his problems with his schoolwork. “That sounds great,” he told Neil enthusiastically. “I’ll buy whatever you can get for the classes I’m in. $100 a paper.”
“It’s a deal.” Neil could barely repress a grin of triumph. They had him! Now, only one more thing. “Meet me tomorrow after school in the woodworking shop. It should be deserted on Friday afternoon.”
“Fine,” Tyler agreed, “I’ll be there.” He turned to go.
“Don’t forget the money,” Neil reminded Tyler, but by then, he was gone.
“Remember,” Gary repeated for—what seemed like—the hundredth time, “keep your back to the wall and face slightly away from the closet. Make sure that Tyler is always facing you so that we get a good angle from where Sean will be filming.”
Gary and Sean had cleared out one of the storage closets in the workshop, and Sean was set up inside with his video camera filming through a knot hole. To cover the cameras’ noise, he had turned on the ceiling fans; the resulting hum was more than sufficient to mask any noise he might make.
Satisfied that everything was in order and Neil knew what to do, Gary climbed the short ladder to the storage area and concealed himself behind a stack of wood. Neil watched him disappear from view. After a glance to ensure the closet door was closed correctly, he sat back in a chair and waited for Tyler.
Tyler arrived ten minutes late, looking a little uncertain, but determined to carry through. He crossed the room as Neil watched in appreciation. Tyler wore tight jeans and a white t-shirt, which left his tanned arms bare. Winchester had an unusually long Indian summer, and his clothing reflected this unseasonable warmth. Neil got a hard-on fantasizing about what lay beneath the tight pants. Soon, he told himself, he would not have to imagine. He stood up as Tyler approached.
“Well,” Tyler asked as he got to where Neil was standing, “Do you have it?” He was more his usual cock-sure self today, now that he was getting what he wanted.
Perfect, Neil noted silently. He was standing exactly where Gary wanted him to stand.
“I’ve got it,” Neil told him in the same gruff voice he had used the day before as he held up the computer printout, “One stolen English exam paper for Tyler Richards…and my money?”
Tyler reached into his pocket and pulled out the cash. Silently, he handed it over to Neil. To make Tyler angry, Neil slowly and noisily counted the money, making a production of it.
“It’s all there,” Tyler snarled. “You don’t have to worry about that, now or in the future.”
“Fine,” Neil answered, handing over the exam answers, “it’s all yours.”
In a hurry to leave, Tyler snatched the document and quickly scanned the contents. As promised, the paper contained the four questions which would form the basis of Monday’s English class examination.
“Thanks,” Tyler said shortly, all business, and walked away.
“Good luck with the test,” Neil called after him, but Tyler ignored him and left the room.
The room fell silent for a few seconds, and Gary popped up from behind the wood.
“Looked good from here,” he announced, “I think I got some good shots.” He began climbing down the ladder as Neil walked over to the cupboard where Sean was hiding. Neil opened the door and helped him out from behind the camera tripod.
“That was great.” Sean chortled. “I got everything.”
Neil reached into his jacket and pulled out the small microphone. He handed it over to Sean, who clipped it onto the video camera.
“Well, guys,” Gary stated, “a little bit of editing, and I think we have him.”
Neil began to get hard again, just thinking about what that meant.
They waited almost two weeks before lowering the boom. By then, the English exam had been completed and graded, and Miss Frankel had read out the marks in class. Tyler had received the highest mark ever given by Miss Frankel, a fact commented upon several times by the impressed teacher. Neil, on the other hand, had barely passed. When Neil’s mark was announced, Tyler gave him a startled glance but quickly looked away. If Neil was so stupid that he could barely pass with advance notice of the questions, that was his problem.
By that time, Gary and Sean had suitably edited the video and audio evidence, and Gary had developed many prints from his still pictures of the event. Gary still hoped that the audiotape would be enough on its own (he did not want Tyler to realize the extent of the plot against him), but if not, the additional evidence was compelling. Everything had turned out perfect: Tyler’s actions and words were crystal clear, while Neil was unrecognizable. Between his disguised voice and positioning during the filming, there was no way to prove the identity of the person from whom Tyler bought the stolen exam paper. Gary thought that this, along with the fact that Tyler had done so well and Neil so poorly on the test, should protect Neil from expulsion if they were forced to use the evidence. As well, Gary and Sean were willing to give Neil an alibi. At best, it would be Tyler’s word against theirs, and if it came to that, Tyler’s word would not be worth much by then. So, it seemed that everything was in order. All that remained was to determine the method of delivery.
The small package addressed to Tyler arrived at the Richard household on Friday, almost two weeks after the English exam. When Tyler opened it, a cassette tape fell out along with a small piece of notepaper. He picked it up and read the clumsy block letters: ‘SAT. MORNING: 10:00 AM STEWART PARK FOUNTAIN.’
Puzzled, he took the tape up to his room, slipped it into his Walkman, put on the headphones, and hit the play button. Almost at once, his head was filled with the sound of his voice: “I heard you have a copy of next week’s English exam. Is that true?”
“Why do you want to know?” That was Neil! What was going on here? There was a brief hissing, and then the tape continued relentlessly. Tyler listened in panicked disbelief.
“I want a copy of that exam. I need it for this weekend.”
“Tyler, you mean you want a copy of a stolen exam paper so you can cheat on next Monday’s English test.”
“Yes. I need it to pass the exam. I’ll pay you. How about $100? Please?”
“All right, I’ll sell you the stolen exam paper for $100. Will that be all, Tyler, or do you want any more exams? I can probably get whatever you want.”
“That sounds great. I’ll buy whatever you can get for the classes I’m in. $100 a paper.”
“It’s a deal. Meet me tomorrow after school in the woodworking shop. It should be deserted on Friday afternoon. Don’t forget the money.”
The hissing stopped for a second as the tape fell silent, but it started up again before Tyler hit the stop button, this time with a slight humming sound in the background. The fans, Tyler realized, fighting down panic, the fans in the woodworking shop. Trembling, he listened as the voices began once again.
“Well,” his voice again, “do you have it?”
“I’ve got it. One stolen English exam paper for Tyler Richards. And my money?”
There was a brief moment of silence, and they the sound of paper being crinkled.
“It’s all there. You don’t have to worry about that now or in the future.”
“Fine, it’s all yours.”
The voices fell silent, and he heard the shop door slamming when he left the room. The hiss slowly faded as the recording came to a halt.
Hands trembling, he pulled the earphones off his head and sat in stunned disbelief. This could not be happening to him! His eyes brimmed over with tears as he picked up the note and re-read it. The writing blurred through the tears as he realized he had no choice. He would have to go to the meeting tomorrow and see what he wanted.
Neil checked his watch for the tenth time in as many minutes. There were still five minutes to go before the 10:00 meeting with Tyler. He paced back and forth on the path before the fountain, pausing only to push back his stringy, brown hair and survey the surrounding area for any sign of Tyler’s approach. The park was empty, however, except for a few joggers and the odd person out walking their dog. (At least Neil thought they were odd; he hated dogs.) The area around the fountain was pretty much deserted, which made it perfect for the upcoming meeting. If, of course, that meeting ever took place.
Despite Gary’s repeated assurances, Neil was still not sure that Tyler would show up. He half-expected to see a police car pull into the parking lot or something like that. Gary, however, had been sure of their plan. He argued that social standing and reputation were everything for someone like Tyler. He would not put either at risk by taking any chances that the evidence of his cheating getting out. Sean had agreed with him, but Neil was unsure. It was not Sean’s or Gary’s ass on the line in the park. Still, he thought, it was worth a try, particularly considering the potential prize at the end of the day! Neil rechecked his watch: still a few minutes to go. He looked up and scanned the park. If Tyler did not appear soon, he was leaving.
There Tyler was, large as life and twice as handsome! He was approaching slowly along the jogging path which led into the park from the beach. He must have parked his car in the beach parking lot, where it was much less likely to be seen, which made sense. As far as Neil could tell, Tyler was alone, which eased Neil’s anxiety considerably. Maybe this would work after all. He stopped pacing and watched as Tyler walked towards him.
As Tyler drew closer, Neil saw that his eyes were red and puffy, as though he had been recently crying or had not slept much. Maybe both. He looked scared. If anything, though, Neil thought it made him even more handsome.
‘This is going to work,’ Neil thought, his heart picking up speed.
Finally, Tyler reached the circular path before the fountain, and after hesitating briefly, he walked up to Neil.
“Tyler,” Neil greeted him.
Tyler had indeed spent an almost sleepless night, tossing and turning in anticipation of what would happen the following day. When he finally did get up, he was nearly exhausted with apprehension. All he could think about was what had happened to the last person who had been caught with a stolen exam paper. The expulsion from school, the criminal charges, the public exposure! That was the worst. The thought of the humiliation made him tremble as he quickly got ready to leave for his encounter with the person who sent the note. A brief excuse to his parents at breakfast, and he was out the door and on his way.
Tyler was not surprised to see Neil standing at the fountain as he entered the park. The blonde teenager quickly realized that the note must have come from Neil. He was the only person who knew about his cheating, and he was the only person who could have taped their meeting. The question was: what did he want from him to keep quiet about it? The answer, unfortunately, was not difficult to figure out. He could see the way Neil watched him as he approached the fountain. The way Neil’s eyes played over his body, undressing him. Tyler shuddered. He did not find Neil attractive. He was tall and painfully thin, with long greasy hair and an unpleasant complexion, but he had made up his mind the previous night that he would do anything—almost anything—to get the tape back. Anything to keep Neil quiet. He was afraid, however, that this was precisely what he would have to do.
“Tyler,” he greeted him as he approached. Neil was smirking.
“I thought it would be you,” Tyler spat out, unable to hide the anger and hatred in his voice. “What do you want?”
“Why, Tyler,” Neil feigned surprise and hurt, “is that any way to greet your partner in crime? You seemed happy enough to see me a couple of weeks ago…when you needed the exam paper.” The tall teenager sat on a bench and patted the space next to him, gesturing for Tyler to sit next to him.
“Fuck you,” Tyler blurted out. “I want that tape.” He could not believe Neil had the nerve to treat him like this. He fought the urge to slap that obnoxious smirk off his ugly face since there was time for that later.
Neil smiled slightly and again patted the place next to him on the bench. “I don’t think that’s a constructive attitude,” he said mildly. “Why don’t you just sit yourself down right here, and we’ll chat about it.” Tyler just stared at him angrily. “After all, it wouldn’t do to be seen arguing in public. Someone might ask why.”
Torn between anger and fear, Tyler hesitated for a few moments but finally gave in and sat down beside Neil. He tensed up as Neil put his right arm around his shoulder but did not pull away. He hoped no one could see them together since it would be impossible to explain this to his friends at school.
“That’s better,” he said smoothly. “Now we can talk.”
Tyler turned slightly towards Neil, ignoring the condescending tone of his voice. Anger had won out over the fear, if only briefly. “You know what I want, you fucker. You tricked me. I want that tape back, and I want you to shut your fucking mouth about the whole thing, you asshole—”
Tyler was stunned into a shocked silence as Neil brought his left hand around and slapped him across the face. It was not particularly hard, but it was surprising and humiliating. He brought his hand up to his stinging cheek and started to pull away, but Neil held him close. Tears welled up in Tyler’s eyes.
“First thing, Tyler,” he told him quietly. “Don’t swear at me or even in my presence. It makes you sound cheap. Do you understand?”
Dumbly, he nodded as the tears began to flow down his cheeks. What was Neil doing to him? The humiliation of being talked to like this was even worse than being slapped.
Neil relaxed his hold when he saw Tyler acquiesce but kept his arm around him. The cheek he had slapped was starting to turn red, so he leaned forward and kissed it. Tyler tensed and began to tremble, but he did not pull away.
“There, there,” Neil said soothingly as he brought his hand up to wipe the tears off his cheeks, “is that better?”
Trembling, Tyler nodded.
“Fine.” Neil leaned back on the bench. “Now we can talk. As you know, I have evidence that could fuck you up at Winchester. I don’t want to use it like that, but I will if I have to.”
“If you give out that tape,” Tyler argued, regaining some control (but still not pulling away from Neil’s encircling arm), “you’ll be expelled too. I’ll let everyone know who sold me the exam. We’d go down together.”
He had thought of that argument while tossing and turning in bed last night. Neil just shrugged. “You can try, but I don’t know if anyone will believe you. My voice can’t be recognized on the tape, and I have friends who will be willing to swear that I was somewhere else that Friday. Besides, I almost failed the test. Who’ll believe I had the questions ahead of time?” Neil fell silent for a moment and looked at Tyler. “And even if I get expelled, it’s no big deal. People expect it of me. It’s your reputation that matters.”
Tyler was forced to suffer the humiliation of Neil being right. Tyler began to cry, brushing the tears from his cheeks.
“S-so, what do you want, then?” Tyler was defeated. He would give him what he wanted.
“You,” came the expected answer, “for just one night. Tomorrow night. I want to fuck you, and you’ll act as if you like it. After, I’ll give you the only copy I have of the tape.”
Tyler began to tremble again as Neil said this, but he was not particularly shocked. Here, he was on familiar ground. Most of the faggots at school wanted the same thing from him, and he was used to dealing with their desires. He had also expected something like this, and it could have been a hell of a lot worse. He did not find Neil attractive and almost gagged at the thought of having sex with a guy. And one night was not forever. It would be unpleasant, but it would be over quickly, and he would never have to talk to him again once he had the tape. Tyler was careful, however, not to let his thoughts show. There was no need to let this asshole know he was not as scared as he seemed.
“And you’ll give me the tape?” he asked quietly.
“How do I know you won’t keep a copy of it and blackmail me again?”
“You don’t,” came the simple answer, “but I swear on my mother’s grave that I will not use the tape to blackmail you again.” Tyler looked doubtful, but Neil just shrugged. “That’s the best I can do.”
“Just one night?”
“And it’ll be a secret, right? You won’t tell anybody?” This was crucial. If anyone ever found out that he had slept with Neil French, whatever the reason, he would be ruined at school. It would be even worse than being caught cheating.
Once again, Neil nodded. “No one will have to know.”
Tyler fell silent for a few moments and then nodded his agreement. He had stopped trembling and seemed thoughtful. “Okay, I’ll do it. Just one night. And no one knows.”
“Right.” Neil could barely keep himself from laughing out loud. If only Tyler knew what they had planned for him! “Show up at my place tomorrow night at 7:00. Can you find it?”
“I have a student directory; I’ll find it.” He pulled away to get up and leave, but Neil held him close.
“Don’t I get a goodbye kiss to keep me until tomorrow?”
Fighting down an urge to vomit, Tyler allowed himself to be pulled toward Neil and pressed his lips to Neil’s. His hands hanging limply at his side, he tried to keep his mouth shut, but Neil’s tongue was insistent and soon explored the inside of Tyler’s unwilling mouth. Neil’s breath smelled like smoke, and Tyler almost gagged.
‘Just one night,’ he told himself as Neil drew the kiss out until it was more like necking than a single kiss.
Finally, Neil released him. Gasping, he staggered to his feet and hurried off.
“Until tomorrow then,” Neil called after him.
Sean squeezed himself into the back of the closet, trying as best he could to make himself comfortable in the pile of clothing Neil had laid out for him. From where he sat, he had an unobstructed view from the head of Neil’s bed. Sean peered through the viewfinder of his father’s video camera.
“Looks good,” he reported to Gary as he watched from where he sat on the bed. “As long as the lights stay on, I should have no trouble with the filming. It’s kind of tight in here, though.”
Gary smirked at him. “You should be getting used to it by now,” he joked. “That cupboard a couple of weeks ago was no bigger.”
Sean laughed in agreement. What with the filming in the woodwork shop and now in Neil’s bedroom, he was becoming an expert. Perhaps, he reflected, he should look into becoming a private detective. There must be a lot of money in doing this sort of thing for divorce cases and the like.
Sean settled back against the closet wall as his friend and sometimes boyfriend adjusted the tripod and camera in front of him to give him a little more room. Sean was looking forward to the upcoming events, although he still found it hard to believe that Tyler would show up and go through with it. Imagine Tyler agreeing to be fucked! (Imagine anyone assenting to have Neil fuck them.) And he was there to get it all on tape! Between the camera he was using and the second video camera set up on the bookshelf beside Neil’s bed, they should be able to catch the whole event for posterity. And after that, Gary had plans for Tyler that made Sean hard and shivery just thinking about them. He hated Tyler and all of the stuck-up jocks like him at school. The chance to fuck one of them over was irresistible for him.
“You okay?” Gary broke into his thoughts. The camera was set up in front of him, and everything was ready.
“Gimmie a kiss,” he ordered, reaching up. Gary leaned over and kissed Sean thoroughly, their tongues dancing. Gary could tell that Sean was as excited about what would happen as he was, despite his calm manner. Maybe they had time to...
“Hey, hey,” Neil called out jokingly, entering the bedroom. “This is supposed to be my night. Knock it off.” Sean reluctantly let go of Gary and settled into position in the closet. Trust Neil to show up at the wrong time. Gary smiled at him and shrugged his shoulders.
“Later,” he whispered.
Sean shivered as he partially closed the closet door, leaving it open just a crack. “Shit,” he muttered to himself, trying to get comfortable.
Tyler preceded Neil into his bedroom and stood there while Neil closed the door behind them. He was wearing blue jeans and a yellow tee shirt and had his blonde hair pulled back into a man bun.
“Like it?” Neil asked, gesturing vaguely towards the room. Tyler looked around. It was a small basement bedroom, surprisingly bright since there was only one small window. The light, however, did the room no favors. It merely exposed the battered ‘70s-style wood paneling that covered the walls. That, along with the worn shag carpet, gave the room a sleazy look. More or less what Tyler would have expected. Besides the single bed, which sat in the corner of the room next to the closet, he noticed a battered couch and coffee table set up under the window. The table was covered with comics and magazines, as were the bookshelves lining the wall over the bed.
“Nice,” he said sarcastically. “I can see you’ve done a lot with it.” Before coming, Tyler had decided to be as pliant as he could be, to go along with everything as quickly as possible, but now that he was here, he could not conceal his contempt and anger.
Neil did not react to Tyler’s sarcasm. “Like a drink?” he asked, pulling out a bottle from under the coffee table. “Whiskey. I’m having one.”
The last thing Tyler wanted to do was hang around for a casual drink, but as long as he was going to have to, he figured he might as well have a drink. It might even make things a little easier.
“Yeah, fine,” he answered, “with water.”
Gingerly, Tyler sat on the edge of the couch. Neil disappeared into the adjoining bathroom and mixed the drinks. He heard the water running for a moment, and then Neil returned with two glasses. He handed one to Tyler and then raised his drink in salute.
“To us,” Neil stated.
Tyler just stared at him for a moment. ‘Fuck you,’ he thought. “To us,” he echoed unwillingly, raising his glass. ‘After this is over,’ he told himself, taking a sip of the drink, ‘I’m going to have to get this asshole taken care of. He knew a few guys on the football team who...’
“So,” Neil interrupted his thoughts, sitting down next to him on the couch, “did you have a nice weekend?”
‘Oh, fine,’ he thought, ‘small talk. Asshole.’ “Just great,” he answered sarcastically. “How about you?”
“I’ve been horny all weekend, thinking of you.”
Neil’s directness and unapologetic crudity shook Tyler, reminding him of his situation and why he was there. Best to get it over with as soon as possible. Deliberately, he drained the glass in one gulp and slammed it down on the coffee table. “Stop fucking around. Let’s get on with it.”
Neil, however, was in no hurry. He took a casual sip of his drink and smiled at him. “Get on with what?”
“You know.” He gestured vaguely with his hand. “It.”
“Sex,” he blurted out. Just how stupid was he? “That’s what you want, isn’t it? That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?” He flushed and looked down. Neil was not making this easy.
Neil suddenly reached over and grabbed Tyler’s face, turning it towards him so he could look straight into his large green eyes. “No,” he told him. “I don’t just want ‘sex.’ ” He mimicked the way Tyler had reluctantly said the word. “I want to fuck you.” He made a point of emphasizing the crudity. “We’re going to fuck. Ball. Screw. Get it on.” He got up and walked to the bed, pulling his shirt over his head. The complexion of his back matched that of his face. “But first,” he said, carelessly throwing the shirt onto the floor beside the bed, “you’re going to have to ask.”
“Ask?” Tyler’s head swam in disbelief. He felt a little dizzy, probably from the drink. “Ask?”
Neil lay down on the bed, put his hands behind his head, and grinned over at him. “You’re going to ask me to fuck you,” he told him. “Then, if you ask nicely, I’ll do it.”
“You’re out of your mind!” Tyler tried to get up from the couch but stumbled against the coffee table and sprawled back onto his ass, knocking over a pile of magazines. “I’m not going to ask you.”
“All right,” Neil interrupted him. “Then go.” He pointed towards the door. “But by the end of the school day tomorrow, that tape will be in Dr. Grossmann’s office.” (Dr. Grossmann was the school principal.)
Tyler lurched back to his feet, his head spinning. “B-but...”
“Well?” Neil was relentless. “What’s it going to be?”
Tyler grasped at a straw. “But you said yesterday that I wasn’t supposed to swear around you,” he begged. “You said it made me sound cheap.” He was more than a little humiliated at having to make this argument, but it was all he had. Surely, he was not going to force him to.
“That was in yesterday,” he told him, smirking. “Now, I want you to sound cheap; you are cheap.”
“You bastard!” The tears were starting to flow down Tyler’s face. “You bastard.”
“It’s your choice, take it or leave it. Either you ask me real nice to fuck you, or you get the hell out of here. What’s it gonna be?”
Gary watched intently from his position in the yard outside the window. From where he sat, peering through a small opening in the blinds, he could see everything happening but could not hear what was being said. Silently, he cursed himself for not opening the window a crack, but it was too late for that. Hopefully, Neil was not fucking it up. Still, he would hear it all later from the videotape. He hoped Sean was prepared.
Inside, it looked like things were shaping up nicely despite his worrying. Neil had got Tyler to take the drink Gary had specially prepared for him. Besides the alcohol content, he had mixed in a small amount of a depressant to lower Tyler’s inhibitions, a stimulant to keep him awake and heighten his senses, and Viagra to keep his cock hard. He hoped the mixture would have the desired effect between the three drugs.
From the look of things inside the bedroom, it was. Tyler seemed confused and frightened. He staggered to his feet and moved towards the door as Neil had said something to him, but he did not leave—as Gary had known (hoped) that he would not—and turned around to face Neil on the bed. Gary looked down to make sure everything was ready with his camera. There should be some stimulating shots coming up.
Tyler looked over at Neil, lying smugly on the bed. He was paralyzed with indecision and disbelief. This could not be happening to him. It could not! His head swam. He could not be expecting him to...
“One more chance, Tyler,” Neil cried out. “Ask or leave.”
Tyler turned away from his tormentor’s leering face and leaned against the bedroom door, trying to gather his thoughts. He was still dizzy, though, and it was hard to think. Ask or leave. Ask or leave. What could he do? Eventually, however, he came to the only decision he could. There was no way he could let Neil release that tape.
‘Okay, you bastard,’ he thought, drawing a deep, shuddering breath, ‘I’ll give you what you want and more.’ He spun around to face him again.
“Neil,” he asked, his voice quivering slightly, “I...I want you to fuck me.” He could not believe the sound of those words coming out of his mouth. Was that really him talking? It did not sound like him. He was beginning to feel strangely detached.
“What was that?” Neil asked, cupping his ear. “I didn’t catch what you said.”
Hands clenched into helpless fists, Tyler repeated the hated words, a little louder this time: “I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me.”
“You don’t sound as if you mean it.” Neil pretended to be hurt, drawing the humiliation out a little longer.
‘Okay,’ Tyler told himself, trying to remain calm and give him what he wanted. Do what he wants, get the tape, and get out of here. “Please,” he repeated, pleading exaggeratedly, “Please fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”
To his shock and anger, Neil just shrugged his shoulders dismissively. “I dunno,” he answered. “Maybe I don’t want to.”
Tyler’s heart skipped a beat. Was he planning to release the tape after all? “Please,” he pleaded. This time for real. “Please fuck me. I want you to...I really do. I’m sorry I was mean to you. Please fuck me?” He looked up, imploring.
Neil seemed to reach a decision. “Let’s see what you’ve got,” he told him. “Take your clothes off. If I like what I see, maybe I’ll do it.”
Now numb from shock and still dizzy from the drink, Tyler reached down and slowly began to take off his tee shirt. He had gone so far now that he might as well see things through to the finish. His hands shook as he slowly pulled the shirt up.
“Not like that,” Neil leered at him. “Do it sexy, like a strip tease. And ditch the man bun.”
Swallowing, Tyler complied, pulling the tie from his hair and shaking it out. With his wavy blonde hair hanging free, he began to undress in as sexy a manner as he could manage. Trying to smile seductively, he slid the tee shirt over his head and twirled it into a corner of the room, exposing his chest. Neil grinned in appreciation. Next, to Neil’s delight, Tyler began to fondle his nipples, still looking at him seductively. After doing this for a few seconds, the nipples became erect.
Tyler felt ashamed, but he was careful not to show it. He was too far along to think of pulling out now. Suggestively, he ran his hands down his chest and flat stomach to the waistband of his jeans. Hesitating only slightly, Tyler undid the button and allowed the jeans to slide down his long, athletic legs to the floor. He wore boxers. Tyler stepped out of the jeans and towards Neil. Time to get this over with.
Neil, however, gestured towards the boxers and shook his head. Tyler’s theatrically seductive smile wavered a bit at this, but he took it in stride. After all, how much worse could it get? Bending over, Tyler slid the boxers down his legs, exposing his cock and balls to Neil’s view. Now naked except for his socks, he straightened up and looked at him. What now?
“Ask.” Neil mouthed the word at him.
In as seductive a voice as he could manage, Tyler did as he was told. “Please,” he begged, his voice a throaty whisper, “Please fuck me. I need it so bad...please fuck me.” While he pleaded, he ran his hands over his hardened nipples, almost causing Neil to ejaculate right then and there. Was this Tyler Richards standing in front of him? “Please,” he pleaded. “I want it now.”
Unable to wait longer, Neil swung his legs onto the floor and sat at the side of his bed. “Come here, faggot,” he growled, his voice hoarse with lust.
Dizzy from the mixture of drugs he had been served in the drink and almost numb from shock, Tyler obeyed. He felt detached as if his body was acting on automatic while he—the real Tyler Richards—watched from a distance. Breathing quickly, Tyler hurried forward, his semi-hard cock bouncing as he moved, and Neil gestured to kneel before him.
“Do you want it?” he asked him gruffly.
Tyler looked up at him with his large green eyes, puzzled and unable to think. Want?
“My cock, Tyler, do you want my cock?”
Tyler fought back the tears. “Oh yes,” he breathed. “Please, let me have your cock.”
At Neil’s nod, Tyler reached between his tormentor’s legs and fumbled with the zipper. A few seconds later, Neil’s cock popped out onto Tyler’s grasping fingers. It was already very stiff and, Tyler noted with loathing, glistening wetly. What now?
“Kiss it,” Neil ordered, answering his unspoken question. “Give it some tongue.”
Gagging, Tyler moved his face forward, grasped the cock, and, rubbing it gently with his fingers, began to kiss and lick it. He did not like it, but he kept his revulsion under control. This activity continued for a few minutes before Neil reached down and began to pinch and pull Tyler’s nipples. To his embarrassment, they responded immediately, the nipples regaining their previous hardness. His own body was betraying him! His face went red with shame when he felt his cock engorging.
“Take it in your mouth,” Neil whispered a few moments later, pushing Tyler’s hair away from his face. Reluctantly, Tyler slid his warm, wet mouth over Neil’s now sticky cock and sucked gently. His breath was short. The salty taste was unpleasant, but he could stand it if Neil did not come in his mouth. Surely, he would not...
Suddenly, Neil leaned back and raised his legs. Surprised, Tyler pulled his mouth off Neil’s cock and looked up from where he was kneeling, his chin glistening with spittle and pre-cum. He quickly saw what Neil wanted and cooperated by pulling off Neil’s pants. He was naked underneath, and his cock stuck straight up as he leaned back on the bed and swung his legs around, so he was again lying lengthwise.
“Climb on,” he ordered. Panting and out of breath from giving head, Tyler scrambled onto the bed and straddled Neil’s naked body, his knees propped up on each side of Neil’s thighs. Holding this position, he panted and trembled, waiting for his next order. It was not long in coming.
Neil reached forward and played with Tyler’s nipples but then dropped his hands to Tyler’s cock. Tyler’s hands twitched with the urge to push the hands away, but they remained at his sides. Neil smirked at him.
“Hard and wet,” he pronounced. “You’re really into this.” Tyler fought back the tears and tried to maintain a seductive leer. This was not him kneeling naked over Neil French; it was someone else. Neil relaxed back on his pillow. “I like them a little wetter, though. Let’s see if you can’t make yourself a little more excited.”
Grasping his meaning, Tyler began to play with himself. Closing his eyes, he could almost imagine that he was back in his room, and none of this was happening. He moaned involuntarily as Neil began to play with his nipples, kneading them roughly. His fingers were doing their work, though and his hard cock was soon copiously leaking pre-cum.
Finally, Neil had seen enough. Pushing Tyler’s hands away, he positioned his cock directly underneath Tyler’s asshole and looked expectantly at him. Tyler lowered himself down, and slowly Neil’s cock slid into his asshole. It hurt. He was very tight. Eventually, Neil’s cock was entirely swallowed as Tyler knelt over him.
“Get moving,” he ordered him hoarsely.
Ultimately defeated, Tyler began to move up and down, riding the cock in and out of his boy-pussy. Despite himself, he moaned and panted with desire. Neil leaned up and began to bite and lick Tyler’s nipples as his hands played over Tyler’s straining thighs. Tyler gasped. It was painful, but after a while, the pain seemed to meld into pleasure, and warmth radiated out of his boy-pussy to envelop his entire body. The detached part of his mind wailed in horror as his body abandoned itself entirely to the experience. His cock was hard and abundantly dripping pre-cum.
He was now making soft moaning sounds in time with his rhythmic self-impalement on Neil’s cock. Gradually, his moaning became louder and louder as the pace increased and he approached climax. Neil, beneath him, began moving his hips in time with Tyler while mauling and biting his small, firm nips.
His moans got louder and louder until he was almost screaming. His eyes were screwed shut, and his mouth hung open, slack with lust. Finally, Tyler came with a scream of pleasure, his body shaking and trembling. That was it for Neil. He could hold back no longer, and as Tyler’s orgasm ended, Neil thrust forward with his hips and pulled Tyler down, crushing Tyler’s mauled nips against his sweaty chest and forcing Tyler’s tongue into his gasping mouth, his cock pumping sperm into him.
The two teenagers fell limp, their spent, sweaty bodies stuck together. A few seconds later, Tyler roused himself with a groan and pushed himself off his unwanted companion. Neil’s prick slid limply out of Tyler’s asshole, leaving a thin trail of sperm on his thigh as he clambered off the bed.
Tyler bit back a scream as he caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror. His blonde hair was plastered back from his sweaty face, fully revealing his agitated eyes and nostrils, which flared as he gasped for breath. Drool glistened on his cheeks and mouth where Neil had slobbered on him when he came. A fine sheen of sweat covered his sleek body, and his nipples shone red and purple where Neil had mauled and bitten them. Sperm trickled out of his asshole, joining the thin, white trail laid down on his leg by Neil’s cock when he had pulled away.
A thin wail rose from his throat as he stared at his reflection. The dizziness and lust that had possessed him earlier had left as though burnt away by the intensity of his orgasm, leaving him clear-headed and terrified. How had he let this happen?
Panting and choking, Tyler stumbled to the toilet, fell to his knees, and vomited violently. His retching was interrupted by the impact of clothing being thrown into the bathroom and hitting his back.
“When you’re done in there,” Neil called out to Tyler’s heaving rear, “Get dressed and get out.”
Tyler continued retching for a few moments before climbing to his feet. Unsteadily, still coughing and gasping, he pulled his clothes over his sticky, abused body. Tyler left the bathroom to find Neil sitting on the couch. He ignored Tyler for a moment and then looked up, surprised that he was still there.
“Well? I thought I told you to leave.”
Tyler looked down.
“Th-the tape,” he mumbled. “You said…you pr-pr-promised to give it to me.”
Grinning, Neil reached into a pocket and pulled out a cassette tape, and tossed it to him. Tyler was unprepared, and it bounced off his chest and slid under the bed. Neil laughed as Tyler got down on his hands and knees to retrieve it. With the tape securely in his possession, Tyler stood up and moved towards the door. His only thought was to get out as soon as possible.
“Haven’t you forgotten something?”
Tyler turned to face Neil. “What?” The anger was back now, making it easier to deal with Neil’s leering face.
“To say thank you.”
“Fuck you,” he muttered and stormed out of the room. Behind him, Neil laughed.
“We’re going to play a game,” Gary said in a light and mocking voice. He had shoved his hands into his pockets and stared into space. “You can win it; it will have rules and a target. We will give you all copies of the videotape and pictures if you win. If you lose...”
Tyler sat in stunned silence. The whole world—his world—had changed dramatically in the last half hour. Nothing was the same. That morning, he had woken up an intelligent, free young man. No clouds on the horizon, nothing to foreshadow the impending danger. It had been almost a week since Neil had fucked him, and he was finally beginning to feel clean again. He had passed all of the recent tests at school and was still a part of the most influential, exclusive group of students at Winchester.
Moreover, Neil seemed to have kept his mouth shut about his cheating on the English test and the disgusting exercise he had been forced into at Neil’s house. Tyler had even shelved his plans to get him thrashed by one of his friends on the football team. The incident receded into the past, and he was unaffected—still one of the best and the brightest, one of the winners. He was now safely relegated back to his privileged existence.
Then came the note in his locker. This note was handwritten, not in block letters like the previous one since the need for disguise no longer existed. It simply ordered him to arrive at Neil’s house at 1:00 PM the next day. A Saturday, exactly a week after his last visit. His stomach had gone cold, and his hand trembled as he read the note. Was he going for a repeat performance? If he was, that little bastard.
Paul and some friends happened by his locker, and he quickly stuffed the note into his jacket pocket. He did not want his friends to know about it, particularly Paul. He greeted them with a smile.
“The game will last for the rest of the school year.” Gary continued speaking. “If you win before the last day of classes, we will return all the material to you and never bother you again.”
Tyler heard Gary’s voice speaking the words, but it was as if he was speaking at him from a long distance away. He understood him but did not feel any connection with what he was saying. Was Gary even talking to him? He knew what Gary was saying was important, but he could not focus on his voice. His mind continued to drift.
He had arrived that Saturday afternoon prepared for the worst, but what had happened turned out to be more loathsome than what he had expected or could have expected. Neil was not alone when he arrived. Gary, his creepy friend, was there, as was Sean, Gary’s faggot boyfriend. Gary had just looked at him as he entered Neil’s bedroom, his eyes huge and expressionless through his glasses’ thick, magnifying lens. He was sitting on the couch beside Sean, who had giggled obnoxiously when Tyler entered the room. The room seemed a lot darker than Tyler remembered it.
“What’s going on? Why are they here?” Tyler turned to leave, but Neil had already closed the door. “What are you doing?” Tyler was beginning to panic. Neil did not answer. He just smirked at him as he stood in front of the door.
“We have something to show you,” came a voice from behind him. It was Gary. “I think you’ll find it interesting.” He stood up and pointed to the space on the couch beside his chubby boyfriend. “Have a seat,” he invited.
“I don’t think so,” Tyler answered angrily, pulling himself together. He did not have to take this. “I’ll stand if you don’t mind.” Sarcasm.
Gary just smiled at him and repeated his gesture. “I think it would be better if you sat for this,” he told him, his voice mild. “Besides, the couch has the best view of the TV.” Tyler noticed a television and video machine opposite the couch for the first time, which had not been there last week. “We wouldn’t want you to miss anything,” Gary continued. Sean giggled again.
Vaguely overcome by dread, Tyler was forced to fight down an impulse to flee, not that it would have done any good with Neil standing in front of the door. Sean sat up. “C’mon, babe,” he called, patting the seat beside him. “I don’t bite.”
Tyler had looked around at the three of them—Neil smirking by the door, Sean leaning back on the couch with his arms stretched out, and Gary looking at him with his queer, empty eyes—and then trudged towards the sofa. He realized that he had no choice in the matter, and there was no use in protesting further. A small part of his mind began to understand what might be on the tape, which he was attempting to repress as he sat on the couch.
‘Don’t panic,’ he told himself.
Sean immediately slipped his pudgy arm around Tyler’s shoulder and squeezed. “That’s more like it,” he laughed. “Relax and enjoy the show. You’re among friends.” Tyler tensed. He hated this faggot, but did not pull away. Neil chuckled as he moved away from the door. Neil flipped off the lights as Gary moved forward to turn on the television and start the video.
“If you lose,” Gary continued, “well, I can’t really say since we haven’t thought that far ahead. I must say, though, I really don’t expect you to lose. I have every confidence that you will meet the conditions for winning.”
Somehow, the small part of Tyler’s mind, still listening to Gary’s voice, was not comforted by this expression of confidence. His mind continued to drift. The tape! That awful tape. They had made him watch the entire thing through from beginning to end, even though he had tried jumping off the couch before the first thirty seconds were up. Sean had kept him seated. His arm was surprisingly strong. Tyler had even tried to keep his eyes shut but could not tear his gaze away from the scene playing itself out obscenely on the television screen in front of him.
The sound started first, while the screen remained blank. “Please,” came the voice over the speaker—his voice!—“Please fuck me. I want you to fuck me.” The picture faded in, with him clearly visible in the center of the room, looking over at some unidentifiable person on the bed. “Please,” he repeated. “Please fuck me. I want to...I really do. I’m sorry I was mean to you before. Please, let me fuck you.”
At this point, Tyler tried to jump off the couch, but Sean had been expecting it, and his encircling arm held the panicked boy down. Gary moved over as if to help his boyfriend but stopped as he saw no help was needed. Tyler went limp and relaxed back on the couch, his eyes wide as he stared at the television screen.
He was watching himself slowly strip off his clothes. First, the tee shirt (Tyler began to cry on the couch as his TV image fondled and rubbed its nipples. His hand fluttered up to his face as if to shield his eyes, but it dropped back down to his lap when Gary frowned at him) then the pants. Finally, he was naked on the screen.
“Please.” The boy on the screen (Tyler could no longer believe it was himself saying and doing those things; he started thinking of his image on the screen as someone else) seemed to be almost panting in lust. “Please fuck me. I need it so badly. Please fuck me.” The naked boy ran his hands over his erect nipples. “Please...I want it now.”
“Come here, faggot!” The figure on the bed, only visible in the corner of the picture, spoke (Tyler knew it was Neil, but his mind refused to put a name to him. Surely what was happening on the screen had nothing to do with him). He went over and kneeled at the side of the bed. The naked boy responded quickly, cock and balls bobbing. After remaining in this position for a few moments, the boy reached for the other boy’s crotch and fumbled with the zipper. “Oh yes,” he breathed. “Please let me have your cock.”
The viewpoint shifted suddenly to a shot taken above and behind the man lying on the bed. Tyler realized there had been two cameras. From the new point of view, the boy’s actions between the man’s legs could be seen clearly. First, he handled the cock with his fingers; then he kissed it with long, slow kisses with lots of tongue action. Finally, he enveloped it entirely within his mouth. The boy’s head bobbed up and down, making loud slobbering sounds as he worked on the cock, sucking and licking. The man reached down and began playing with Tyler’s nipples, which were very hard. Finally, he leaned back and pushed him away. He quickly pulled his jeans off, and after he lay back on the bed, Tyler climbed on top of him, straddling his naked thighs.
The camera switched to the original point of view as the boy began playing with himself while kneeling on the bed. It zoomed in and panned slowly down his body, from his slack, lust-glazed face, across his panting chest, and, finally, down to his cock, where his fingers worked frantically. He was visibly dripping pre-cum. Then it slowly pulled back, revealing his entire body, just as he leaned forward and impaled himself on the man’s stiff cock. He slowly moved his hips down until the cock was stuffed into his asshole. Then, moaning slightly, he began to grind his hips up and down, fucking himself silly as the man played with his hard nipples.
Once more, the camera zoomed in and played down his sweaty body, perfectly capturing each detail on videotape. The boy’s excitement began to increase as his moans became cries and then threatened to become screams. The camera pulled back just as he hit the crest of his orgasm, his cum spraying Neil’s chest and face, and held the shot as Neil shot his cum up Tyler’s boy-pussy. The picture slowly faded with him collapsed sweatily on top of Neil, panting and gasping for breath.
“Anyhow,” Gary was still speaking, “we won’t worry about that for now. The important thing is to set out the rules of our little game and get started. The details can be worked out later.” Tyler just stared across the room at the dark screen in a daze. Gary, who had begun pacing the room during his little speech, came to a halt beside the television. He looked down at him. “To win the game,” he said mildly, “you’re going to have to suck or be fucked by fifty different guys at school before the end of the school year. That’s all.”
Finally, the words began to register on the stunned teenager. Had he said fifty guys—suck fifty guys?
“No,” Tyler cried, leaping suddenly off the couch. It was too much! Sean grabbed after him, but the pudgy boy was too slow. Tyler was on Gary in a split second, swinging wildly with both hands while swearing and cursing at him. One of his swings caught him across the face, sending his glasses sailing across the room. Before Tyler could feel any satisfaction, he was grabbed from behind and pulled away. Neil had run up and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pinning his arms to his sides.
“You bastard! You fucker! You asshole!” Tyler spat and cried, struggling frantically as Neil dragged him back, but it was no use. He was thrown onto the couch, and Sean held him down. This time, Neil also stood beside him, ready for further trouble. Tyler brought his hands up to his face and began to cry.
Gary walked over and picked up his glasses. After examining them to ensure they were not damaged, he slipped them back on his face and looked across at Tyler.
“That’s fifty-five, now,” he said mildly.
Tyler just stared at him with tear-filled eyes. “You’re crazy,” he sobbed. “I won’t do anything like that. I can’t...you can’t make me.”
“Let me tell you the alternatives,” Gary answered, resuming his earlier pacing. “If you refuse, we will send copies of that tape to every guy at school. We will post the still pictures—you haven’t seen them yet, but I can tell you that they are as revealing as the video—at suitable places around the school and the town. We will try to sell them to magazines if we can.” Tyler sobbed on the couch as he continued his litany of threats. “Then, we will release the cassette tapes of you buying the stolen test papers from Neil. In particular, we will see that Dr. Grossman will get a copy. I’m sure he will know what to do with it.”
Tyler knew too: expulsion if he was lucky, criminal prosecution if he was not.
“On the other hand,” Gary continued inexorably, “if you play our game, no one will have to know about these tapes and pictures. There are thirty-two weeks left in school. Fifty sucks or fucks—sorry, fifty-five—is barely more than three guys every two weeks. Easy. And no one would have to know. You can do it as discreetly as you like.” Tyler began to control his sobbing and started listening seriously to what Gary was saying. “As long as they ejaculate somewhere in your body, we don’t care where it is, ass, mouth, whatever.”
Tyler sniffled loudly. How could he talk so calmly about such a terrible thing?
“Besides,” he continued, “there are other rules…rules that should make it a little easier for you to reach fifty-five.”
“O-other rules?” Tyler could not believe that he was beginning to consider playing along. Sean squeezed his shoulder as if in some bizarre form of encouragement.
“Teachers are worth three,” came the answer. “There must be at least one teacher. Your teammates are worth ten each, and there must be at least one teammate. There must also be at least one student fucked in each grade.” Winchester was a junior high and high school and thus held grades seven to twelve. The grade seven students were only twelve or thirteen years old. “The grades seven, eight, and nine are worth two each.”
Gary finished speaking and looked directly at Tyler, who had begun to cry again. “Do you understand?” Tyler nodded through his tears, unable to speak. “What will you do then? Play along, or do we release the tapes and pictures?”
The room fell silent, the question hanging in the air. Tyler was momentarily unable to form an answer. On the one hand, he would have to do all those awful things, but the alternative was too terrible to contemplate. He would be ruined in Winchester, both as a person and as a student. The only way out was to play their little game and hope to pull it off without anyone finding out about it.
‘Oh god,’ he thought, his heart sinking. ‘Fifty-five guys.’ Mutely, he looked up at Gary and nodded his assent. He would do it.
Gary felt a wave of relief flood over him as he nodded his agreement but only permitted a small smile to show on his face. On the other hand, Neil laughed out loud, as did Sean, as their tension dissipated. However unlikely, there had always been the chance that Tyler would refuse and go to the police. However, they had him. He would do as they ordered. This was going to be an exciting year.
Gary looked at Tyler as he sat forlornly on the couch, staring at the floor. He seemed so upset and vulnerable sitting there. To Gary, he looked far more appealing in tears than he did when he was in his usual arrogant position at school. All those jocks needed to be taken down a peg or two. And there was the small matter of him slapping his glasses across the room. That gave Gary an idea. It was time to test their control over him.
“Before we accept your agreement,” he told him, “you should be punished for attacking me. We will not permit that from you.”
Tyler looked up at him, drawn out of his private misery. “W-what do you mean?”
“I think you need a spanking to teach you a lesson.”
“You must be joking.”
Tyler stared in disbelief. Even after everything he had just heard, he could not believe what he was saying.
Gary shook his head. “You say you’re going to play along with our game, but a couple of minutes ago, you attacked me. How do we know you won’t do it again? Why should we believe you? Your choices are simple: obey us and take your punishment, or leave now and let us get on with sending out the tapes. It’ll probably take most of the weekend to make enough copies.” Tyler started crying again. Was there no end to his tears, but inevitably he nodded in submission.
“Good,” Gary told him. “Stand up and pull down your pants.” Trembling, Tyler obeyed, exposing his ass. “Now go lie over Sean’s knees. He will administer the spanking.” Tyler flushed red at this order while Sean laughed in delight. It looked as if Tyler would refuse for a moment, but eventually, he began to move around so he could lie across Sean’s legs as the younger boy sat on the couch. He moved slowly, taking small, awkward steps because of the pants bunched around his ankles, but eventually, he fell to his knees and stretched himself across Sean’s pudgy legs. His ass was completely exposed.
Sean needed no instructions. He put his left arm across the small of Tyler’s back and began vigorously spanking the exposed bottom. Before long, the air was filled with Tyler’s cries and sobs, punctuated by the steady, merciless slapping sound of Sean’s hand being brought down hard on the red flesh of Tyler’s ass.
Gary tore his eyes away from the scene and looked at Neil, watching the action with his mouth wide open. There was a conspicuous bulge in his jeans. Well, Gary thought, why not? He instructed his friend to pull down his pants and sit beside Sean on the couch. Neil did so and was quickly in place. Tyler’s face was now on his lap as he lay across Sean’s legs. The crying teenager turned his head and squirmed to avoid Neil’s engorged cock as it stood upright from his lap. Sean had momentarily stopped spanking and was looking over with interest.
Gary reached down and yanked Tyler’s blonde hair, pulling his tear-stained face upward.
“I think you know what you’re going to do here. We’ll be generous and call this number one. Do you understand?” Tyler squirmed on Sean’s lap but nodded. “Good boy. Sean will keep spanking until Neil comes. When he does come, you take every drop.”
He released Tyler’s hair, and his face fell back onto Neil’s lap. Gary gestured towards Sean, and he began spanking again.
Tyler pulled his arms forward and propped himself up slightly. He took Neil’s cock in his mouth and began to suck and lick it. It was difficult not to jerk around from the spanking, but Tyler had a pretty good idea of what would happen to him if he touched Neil’s cock with his teeth. Frantically, Tyler sucked, moaning and gasping as his head slid up and down on Neil’s cock, and Sean laid into his ass. The pain from the spanking was getting more intense, but he was quieter now, as Neil’s cock served as an efficient gag.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Neil jerked his hips upward and came, spurting wave after wave of hot, salty sperm into his mouth. He struggled to swallow it as ordered, his throat working frantically, but some of it leaked into his windpipe, causing him to cough. A wad of sperm was sent up into his nasal passages and dribbled out of his nose. When he finally pulled his sweaty face up off Neil’s now flaccid cock, there was sperm trailing out of his mouth and nose, leaving a long strand connected to Neil’s cock. His ass was bright red where Sean had been spanking.
“Smile,” Gary called over.
Dazed, Tyler moved his head to the right, pulling the strand of sperm along with him just as Gary snapped a picture commemorating the event.
The blue Plymouth Valiant drove steadily through the largely deserted night streets of Winchester, its headlights cutting a swath through the surrounding darkness. Inside, Barry Packard could barely believe his luck. He glanced to his right, trying not to be too obvious about it. Sitting beside him, in the passenger seat, was—unbelievably—Tyler Richards, the most beautiful boy in school (in Barry’s opinion).
Tyler sat quietly, staring straight ahead through the front window as the car rolled along, his perfect features lit intermittently by the passing street lights. He had seemed a little quiet and nervous the entire evening, leading Barry to worry that Tyler was bored or unhappy with him. Barry was neither confident nor successful with boys since coming out, but when he apologized and offered to take Tyler home, Tyler insisted that he was having a good time and did not want to go home.
It had been Tyler’s idea that they head down to the beach. The beach! That was the prime make-out spot for the teenagers of Winchester. On any given night, there would usually be at least a handful of cars parked alongside the long dirt road which traced the coastline to the south of the town. Barry had never dreamed that one day he would be taking Tyler Richards there (actually, he had “dreamed” about it several times; he had just never imagined that it would happen).
Barry steered the car off the paved section of the street and onto the bumpier dirt road which ran alongside the beach. In reality, Barry had never expected that he would ever go on a date with Tyler. His kind was usually reserved for the cheerleaders or other buxom girls and, even then, only for the duration of their fame. Barry was not particularly ugly or unpopular. Still, boys like Tyler were usually so far above his particular level in the school social strata that he could only dream of going out with him. Still, he had been more than a little surprised when Tyler had called him up last week and suggested a Saturday-night date.
Barry had even half-expected that it would all turn out to be a joke, but when he arrived at Tyler’s house to pick him up, he had been waiting for him, a vision in his tight pants and shirt. He had not seemed overly friendly or talkative, but Barry did not know enough about him to know whether or not this was his usual behavior.
Still, the movie and dinner had gone off okay, and Tyler suggested they drive to the beach afterward. Even as he drove along the beach road, Barry still could not believe it. His cock bulged pleasurably in his pants as he steered the car around a bend.
“How about here?” Barry asked, trying, but not quite succeeding, to sound casual. His voice was hoarse and dry. He had picked a fairly popular spot about half a mile in. There was another car parked a couple of hundred yards away.
Tyler shook his head, his blonde hair shimmering in the starlight. “Further along,” he said quietly.
Barry shrugged and drove the car further along the road, passing through and leaving behind all the more popular and well-used spots. The road was almost deserted, unusual for a Saturday night, but the weather had turned a little cold lately. Even this far south, the weather began to cool down by this time of the year. Barry had seen Tyler shivering a little earlier when they walked out of the restaurant. He had noted that he was dressed relatively lightly for November.
Twenty minutes later, Barry had parked the car in a suitably secluded spot. No one else had been on the road for the last three miles. The night fell briefly silent as the car engine was shut off, but the sound of the breakers crashing against the shoreline quickly became apparent as the two teenagers sat for a few moments in awkward silence. Barry was too nervous to start anything, and Tyler sat there, staring out over the dark, black water.
Barry could take it no longer. “Well...” He started to say something but was interrupted by the feel of Tyler’s hand against his. His throat constricted, and his heart skipped a beat as Tyler slid across the seat and wrapped his arm over his shoulder. Tyler put his hand on Barry’s face and turned it towards him. Tyler was so gorgeous in the starlight!
“Ki-kiss me,” Tyler whispered, his voice shaking. He sounded curiously reluctant, almost frightened. Barry, however, did not notice and would not have cared if he had. This was a dream come true. Barry pulled Tyler’s slim body towards him on the car seat and crushed his mouth to Tyler’s lips. After a brief hesitation, Tyler’s lips parted, allowing Barry to slip his tongue into Tyler’s waiting mouth. Tyler was not kissing back, however. He merely accepted Barry’s advances passively as he sat beside him. Barry, sensing his reticence, pulled away, breaking the kiss.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, short of breath. Tyler bit his lower lip before answering. It looked to Barry as if he was about to cry, but he just shook his head.
Satisfied, Barry leaned forward again. This time, Tyler participated, crushing his lips against Barry’s and moving his tongue around in response to Barry’s advances. Soon, the two teenagers were necking vigorously, and the windows steam up.
A few moments later, Barry felt Tyler touch his hand and then guide it slowly to his cock. He responded by squeezing and fondling it through the fabric. Barry could barely believe what was happening! Daringly, Barry unzipped the pants. Tyler did not react. He slipped his hand in, rubbing Tyler’s cock. Barry half-expected him to put a halt to it, but he just continued kissing him. Gaining confidence, Barry started stroking Tyler’s cock. Tyler tensed but did not object or pull away as his cock became erect and began to drip.
Instead, Tyler reached down and ran his fingers along the conspicuous bulge in Barry’s jeans. Barry gasped. Could this be happening? He pulled back and looked over at Tyler. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was slightly open. He seemed to be breathing hard, but it was difficult for Barry to tell in the weak starlight.
Misgivings aside, he reached forward, unbuttoned Tyler’s shirt, and began playing with his nipples, alternately squeezing and tweaking them. Tyler gasped but did not open his eyes.
Meanwhile, Tyler’s hand was at work, sliding open Barry’s zipper and reaching inside. He pushed his hand through the damp front of Barry’s underwear and slowly worked his cock out into the open. Once again, Barry was struck with a sense of disbelief at what was happening. He had never heard of Tyler Richards acting like this. Nevertheless, he continued fondling the offered chest with its erect nipples, content to let Tyler make the next move.
That move was not long in coming. Tyler took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and then leaned back on the seat, away from Barry. He sat back against the car door and stripped off his pants, revealing his legs, pale and white in the starlight.
“Tyler, are you sure you….” Barry was suddenly unsure of himself. He had only had sex once before, so this was largely uncharted territory.
“Yes,” Tyler interrupted, slipping his boxers down his leg. “I want to...to do it...have sex wi-with you.” His frightened, tentative manner belied the content of his words. It was enough for Barry, who was already nearly cumming all over the car seat. He needed no more encouragement! Awkwardly, he shifted around so he lay atop Tyler’s proffered body in the too-small car seat. He began to thrust his hips forward.
“Ju-just a second.” Tyler shifted his position, trying to avoid having his legs painfully crushed against his chest, but it was impossible. The car seat was too small, and Barry was lying on top of him. Resigned, he reached down and grabbed Barry’s cock.
“Okay…okay…now,” Tyler mumbled instructions as he guided Barry’s stiff cock into his asshole.
Barry was more than cooperative and thrust forward vigorously when instructed, but Tyler’s asshole was quite dry, and he had to force every inch inside him. Tyler moved his hand away and squirmed when it was inside, still trying to get comfortable. Finally, he settled on a position and put his arms around Barry’s neck.
After that, it was all over in a few seconds. Barry began pushing his hips roughly back and forth, grating his cock in and out of the unprepared asshole. Tyler tried to find a rhythm that would minimize the pain and discomfort but could not do so. A thin line of drool slipped between Barry’s lips and dribbled down onto Tyler’s chest as he pumped frantically. Gasping and moaning, Tyler lay there as Barry suddenly stiffened and then came inside of him with a loud grunt. Unnoticed by Barry, a tear welled out of Tyler’s eye and slid down his face.
Finally, Barry relaxed, spent. As Tyler lay there, crushed beneath Barry’s weight, he could feel the cock shriveling inside his burning asshole allowing the warm sperm to leak out.
Gary hung up the phone just as Sean entered his bedroom. He was sitting in front of his computer in the far corner of the room. He nodded an indifferent greeting to Sean and immediately entered information into a database program as Sean approached. Sean halted behind him, putting his hands on Gary’s shoulders.
“Whatcha up to?” Gary seemed to be entering names and dates into little boxes on the screen (Sean knew almost nothing about computers).
“That was Tyler on the phone,” he answered, still working. “He’s fucked two guys since last week. I’m just entering it into the database.”
Database? Sean leaned in closer to the screen, suddenly interested. “Numbers two and three! Tell me about it.”
“Number two was Barry Packard.”
Gary fiddled with his mouse and then punched the return button on the computer. A new screen was called up. This screen held a name, date and other information, including a small picture scanned (although Sean did not know this) from the school yearbook. “Barry Packard.” Gary pointed to that name at the top of the screen and slowly read off the information as it appeared. “Fucked on Saturday, November 6, it occurred in the front seat of his car, parked by the beach.
Apparently, Barry came in about twenty seconds. Can’t blame him, I suppose.”
Sean laughed. “Number three?”
Gary pushed another button, and another list of information appeared. “Dick Hardin.” Sean stifled his giggle at the name as Dick’s digitized picture stared somberly out of the top left-hand corner of the computer screen. He had a big nose. “Sucked on Tuesday, Nov. 9, in his bedroom. He also came very quickly. He called out the name ‘Susan’ when he came.”
Sean laughed again. “Not many boys around can restrain themselves with Tyler Richards. He must be a good fuck.”
Gary just shrugged. “Maybe. We’ll see.”
“Perhaps we’ll have to find him some real men,” Sean suggested. Gary looked intrigued at this suggestion but did not say anything. Sean moved away and sat on the bed. Gary noticed that Sean had a small paper bag with him.
“What’s that?” he asked.
Sean smirked as he reached into the bag. “Oh, just a little something for Tyler. A little present to celebrate his success at the game.”
“You bastard!” Tyler cried. “You fucking bastard!”
Tyler lay on his back on the leather couch in his parent’s living room, his shirt and fingers sticky with sperm. He brushed his hands against the front of his shirt in a futile effort to wipe himself clean, but that only seemed to smear the warm, sticky fluid more evenly down his front. He began to cry, involuntarily bringing a hand up to his face to cover his eyes. His eyelid and cheek glistened with sperm when he took the hand away.
Toby Hooper, a tall, gangly fourteen-year-old, had jumped back off him after prematurely ejaculating. His already freckled face turned bright red with embarrassment as he fumbled to push his sticky cock back into his pants.
“Jesus, I’m sorry,” he apologized, zipping up his jeans. “I di-didn’t mean to—”
“Just fuck off and get out of here!” Tyler screamed at him. “Get out!” Tears ran down his face, mixing with the quickly congealing sperm on his cheeks.
Toby, his pants now securely fastened, continued to stammer out incoherent apologies as he picked up his paper sack and scurried out of the house. Outside, he jumped onto his bike and pedaled furiously away.
Behind him, Tyler continued to cry on the couch, his blonde hair in disarray and his shirt and face coated with the quickly drying sperm.
To Tyler, it had seemed like the perfect opportunity when Toby had come collecting money that Saturday morning for his paper route. He considered him to be, like, a total loser at school and did not find him the least bit attractive, with his messy red hair and freckles, but he was a student at Winchester. From his present, unwelcome perspective, that was enough. His parents were away on one of their weekend “getaways,” so Tyler had been alone in the house when Toby came by.
Tyler had thought that Toby would prove as easy to seduce as Barry and Dick had the week before—he was, after all, who he was—but it had turned out not to be so easy. Toby was going steady with a girl at school named Tami. He and Paul had enjoyed making fun of them, and the dork seemed determined to be faithful to her. Either that, or he was just too stupid and shy to take a hint.
Finally, he had been forced to come out with it and more or less ask him directly to have sex with him. Tyler swallowed his pride and came onto him like a bitch in heat, touching his hand, “accidentally” brushing against him, and making suggestive comments about being lonely in such a big house, but Toby did not react. He had risen to his feet and turned to go, stammering something about being behind on his paper route, but Tyler wrapped his strong arms around him and crushed his lips to his face in a passionate kiss. When he eventually disentangled his tongue from him, he was breathing hard and no longer so anxious to leave.
He got him safely onto the couch in the living room, and after some more necking, he extracted the rigid cock from the boy’s pants. By now, he had developed a technique for getting at a boy’s cock quickly, although he still hated the feel of it. Toby had been saving up for eleven years and was now cooperating fully. He roughly pulled his pants down to his ankles and fell back on the couch. Tyler leaned forward to suck him, but as he bent over, the cock twitched and spurted jism on the front of his shirt. There was so much of it! He had thrown his hands up to protect himself but had only succeeded in getting the warm, sticky fluid all over his fingers. Tyler began shrieking, lying there, splattered with warm sperm, and an embarrassed Toby ran out of the house.
By the time his tears subsided, the sperm had soaked through the shirt, drying sticky and brittle against his skin. His breathing steadied as he tried to come to terms with what he was becoming—what he was being forced to become. Shaking, he got to his feet and stumbled to the phone to make the report he had made twice before.
Then a shower.
Sean’s surprise present turned out to be a stainless-steel necklace. It was not particularly expensive or attractive but was solidly built, the links almost large enough to qualify as a chain, but it was still a necklace. Each link was designed to allow for the attachment of numerous jewelry pieces, usually figurines or symbols like tiny hearts.
Sean happily dumped the contents of a plastic bag onto the bed. The resulting pile revealed a large number, an even hundred, Sean later explained, of small steel Fs and Ss. By the end of the year, Sean explained to a laughing Gary that Tyler’s necklace should display fifty-five such ornaments. Ordinarily, such ornaments would be worn on charm bracelets by girls with names beginning with that letter, but in Tyler’s case, the letters would stand for something else. Gary quickly figures out what that “something else” would be.
“Belling the cat,” Gary chuckled. “I like it.”
“Not the cat,” Sean disagreed, “the faggot. Belling the pussy boy.”
Gary laughed again and then drew Sean towards him for an appreciative kiss.
The actual “belling” had gone very smoothly, Sean thought. The next day at school, Neil and Gary had contrived to lead the “pussy boy” into the metalworking shop after classes. Before the frightened Tyler could protest, they had clipped the necklace around his neck and then forced him over to a nearby workbench. Sean watched from the doorway as a lookout as Tyler struggled and cried out. His struggles subsided, however, when Neil brought the soldering iron and solder toward his neck. The slightest movement would have caused the molten solder to drip onto his exposed skin. Tyler stood in silent horror as the two boys soldered shut the clip to the necklace, fastening it permanently to him. He could still, of course, remove it with the proper tools. Still, such removal would certainly leave evidence, which, Gary quietly explained to Tyler, would lead to the imposition of further punishment and humiliation. The necklace would stay around his neck until the school year was over.
When Tyler had nodded his understanding, Neil took Sean’s place at the door, and the pudgy boy moved forward and fastened the small, steel Fs and Ss to Tyler’s newly acquired necklace. Silently, he affixed four of them, spreading them evenly along the chain. Tyler stood in disbelief as understanding dawned on his face. Immediately, his large, green eyes flooded with tears, but he did not offer a protest. He knew there was nothing that he could say.
Sean smirked at him and moved back when he was finished affixing the charms. He and Gary had turned to leave the room, but Neil had stayed behind, moving towards Tyler with an unmistakable glint in his eyes. Sean left the room and walked away, while Gary stayed to stand watch. If he had turned to look as he left the room, he would have seen Tyler, now on his knees, reach forward, the charms clinking merrily around his neck, and begin to pull down the zipper of Neil’s pants.
Sean had not needed to look back, however. He had a pretty good idea of what would happen, what was happening as he sat on the school steps. He was, however, rudely jarred from his pleasant thoughts by a door banging shut behind him and the sound of someone crying. Turning, Sean saw Tami Sleighter, a classmate of his. Sean and Tami were not particularly close friends, but Sean’s curiosity compelled him to stand up to comfort the girl.
Bit by bit, the story came out as the sobbing Tami told Sean the reason for her tears.
Dennis Baxter, thirteen years old, had had no experience with boys or girls and was certainly a virgin, but he knew sex when he saw it. He was seeing it now as he stared through the partially open doorway which led to the instructor’s storeroom in the section of Winchester Academy set aside for the grade eight classes. Every Friday afternoon, the kids took Recreation for the last class, which consisted of playing various games supervised by upper-level students for extra credit.
Tyler Richards supervised Dennis’s class, and it was him that he had gone looking for after arriving late for class; Dennis had a doctor’s note that needed delivering. In a hurry to hand it over and join his friends, Dennis had hurried along, hoping to find Tyler. When he arrived in the gymnasium, his classmates told him the instructor had gone to the storeroom for equipment.
He found him all right, but he was in no position to receive the (now forgotten) note he held clutched in his sweaty hand. As he looked through the doorway, he was greeted by the sight of Tyler Richards on his hands and knees while Tim Myers, himself no older than Dennis, fucked in and out of him from behind. Tim grunted as he frantically pistoned his hips, sliding his cock in and out of the warm boy-pussy. Tyler, his head down and face curtained by his free-flowing blonde hair, was also making soft grunting noises as he moved his ass in time with Tim’s thrusts, squirming and wiggling as he did so.
Dennis’s mouth dropped open as he watched. He could not believe what he was seeing! He pushed forward a bit to get a better view but accidentally bumped against the doorframe. At once, Tim stopped moving and looked over at him, his face red with shock and embarrassment. Shaking his face free of his hair, Tyler looked over his shoulder at the thirteen-year-old boy.
“No!” He sounded strange and anxious. “Don’t stop.” He wiggled his hips hopefully around his still-sheathed cock. “Please...keep going,” Tyler begged.
Tyler crouched back, trying to impale himself further on the rapidly deflating cock. Tim did not move.
“Bu-but...” Unable to speak, he gestured towards Dennis, who stood frozen in the doorway. Tyler’s head turned towards him, and he peered up at him from beneath the curtain of hair. At first, he looked as shocked and upset as Tim, but he quickly recovered.
“Come in, Dennis,” he invited, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Ja-Join, the fun.”
This last sentence ended with a quiet squeal as Tim began moving again. Dennis did not need to be told twice. Carefully closing the door behind him, the teenager sauntered forward, uncertain about what to do next. Tyler gestured at him to come closer as Tim’s thrusts regained their earlier rhythm but somewhat lacking in their former urgency. The surprise at being caught had set him back on the path to orgasm.
When Dennis was standing before him, Tyler reached up and pulled down the zipper on his pants. He quickly slipped his prick out and, without another word, began kissing and licking it. Within minutes, it was as hard as a pole. Tyler engulfed it with his mouth and began sucking for all he was worth, his lips sliding up and down in synchronization with Tim’s regular thrusts into his boy-pussy. Plugged at both ends, Tyler gasped and moaned as the two boys pumped their rigid pricks in and out of his body.
Eventually, Tim and Dennis came, more or less at the same time. Tim pumped his sperm into Tyler’s warm, wet boy-pussy from the rear while Dennis ejaculated into his mouth and down his rapidly convulsing throat. Tyler swallowed every drop before the prick fell loose, ensuring no evidence of his behavior would remain on his clothing or face. Behind him, Tim began to laugh.
Later that same evening, Tyler had phoned Gary and, as required, gave him the details of his sexual activities. He had accepted the information as usual but had some other news for him.
“Sean talked to Tami today,” he told him. “He knows what happened last Saturday with you and Toby.”
“Wha-what do you mean? I already told you what ha-happened.” Tyler felt sick to his stomach. What had he done wrong? Were they going to release the pictures after all?
“Your paperboy ‘lover’ never came inside of you. Is that what happened? According to Tami, he couldn’t restrain himself.”
Tyler bit his lip and hesitated. He had not mentioned that part of his encounter with Toby out of sheer embarrassment. He had been somewhat surprised to discover that he still had some pride left, even after all that had happened, but he could not see how that mattered.
“Ye-yes, that’s what happened.”
‘Fuck you,’ he thought.
“Well then, you know the rules. It doesn’t count unless your partner ejaculates inside of you. Don’t you remember?”
Tyler’s vision began to blur with tears. He remembered. Gary took his silence as agreement because he continued speaking. “You broke the rules. Not only does Toby not count, but you now have an extra ten to do, bringing the total up to an even sixty-five.”
“Sixty-five! You can’t do that,” Tyler exclaimed, horrified. He couldn’t.
“I’m sorry. I missed that.” Gary sounded amused. “Did you just tell me ‘I can’t’ do something?”
Tyler bit his lip to regain control, trying not to tell him what he thought. Finally, he mastered his emotions enough to answer him.
“No. I didn’t.” His voice shook. “You can do whatever you li-like.”
“Right. Well, after fucking the two kiddies today, your total was up to six, but it goes back down to five after subtracting Toby. That leaves fifty-eight to go, right?”
Gary seemed to expect an answer. “Right,” Tyler agreed, his voice trembling. “Fifty-eight.” Fifty-eight!
“We’ll give the new charms to you tomorrow. Oh, and one other thing,” Gary continued. “Tami is Sean’s friend, and she is quite upset about what happened. Sean wants you to apologize.”
“He’s asked Toby and Tami to meet him at the playing field an hour before school on Monday. He wants you there to apologize for seducing Toby and promise never to try it again.”
The line fell silent as Tyler struggled to comprehend the enormity of the humiliation he would be forced to suffer the following morning.
“Do you understand?”
Tyler took a ragged breath and then answered in the affirmative.
“Good. Well, that’s all then. Pleasant dreams.” Gary hung up the phone.
Tyler slammed the receiver down, ran across his room, and threw himself down on the bed in pain and anguish. In a fury, he slammed his fists repeatedly into the unresisting mattress and pillow. Unimpressed by his temper, the necklace jingled quietly as the small, metallic Fs and Ss flashed silver around his neck.
Randy Marx stared in disbelief as Tyler Richards sucked hungrily on his cock, jutting out of his pants; Tyler’s mouth made loud slurping noises as it worked its way up and down. They were in the woods behind Winchester Academy. As soon as they went into the forest, just out of sight of the school, Tyler turned to him, reached down, and fondled Randy’s prick through his pants. Randy, frozen with surprise, had just watched in stunned silence as Tyler sank to his knees.
Tyler had met him after class and had asked if he would go with him into the woods; he wanted to show him something, he said. Randy stammered something in the affirmative, and the two of them left the school together after the final class.
“Wha-what are you doing?”
What was he doing?
“Pl-please, Randy.” He had looked up at him with his big, green eyes. “I...I want your cock.” His voice was hoarse, and he looked like he might cry.
“What?” Randy could not believe what he was hearing. He stared down at him as if seeing him for the first time.
“I wa-want your co-cock,” he repeated haltingly. His fingers continued their work while he spoke. Randy’s prick was now free of his pants and hung in front of Tyler’s face. “I want to suck your cock.” He turned his head back down and began licking Randy’s hardening dick.
Randy just swallowed and fell silent as Tyler got to work. He looked around, frightened of getting caught, but no one was in sight. His gaze dropped down to where Tyler was servicing his cock. First, Tyler licked and kissed it, starting with the head and then working his soft, warm lips down the shaft. Then, when it was rigid (in no time at all, really), he slipped his hot mouth over the shiny head and began sucking while bobbing his head. Randy could only see Tyler’s blonde hair sliding back and forth from where he looked down on him. He could hear the slurping and gurgling sounds which accompanied the movement, and he could feel—oh god, how he could feel the sensation of Tyler’s mouth and throat as it quivered and sucked around his trembling prick.
Finally, he could take it no more, and he began to cum, and Randy instinctively grabbed the back of the head and pulled it tight against his crotch, jamming his cock into the throat as the sperm began to shoot out. Tyler struggled and choked; his hands fluttered wildly, pushing against Randy’s legs, but he could not break Randy’s grip. Tyler’s face remained crushed against Randy’s crotch, his mouth and throat stuffed with cock, until he finished cumming. Eventually, the spurts began to lessen, and the prick grew soft. Randy relaxed his hold, and Tyler pushed away, gasping and choking up the sperm. Suddenly embarrassed, Randy did up his pants, turned, and ran from the woods.
Behind him, Tyler lay on the ground, still choking up sperm and gasping for breath.
The Winchester school cafeteria was its usual noisy chaos with students running madly about, trying to fit in as much eating and socializing as possible before the bell rang the inevitable beginning of the afternoon classes. The main section of the cafeteria was filled with rows of connected benches and tables where the students ate their lunches. The actual kitchen and serving area were located along one of the walls. The students picked up a tray at one end, ran it along a metal track while making their selections, and paid at the other.
Jason Williamson stood, tray in hand, looking for a place to sit. His options were limited as the various school cliques used the sitting areas, and Jason did not belong to any particular group. He was commonly the object of derision by many of these groups. His isolation stemmed from a discussion in one of last year’s social studies classes. The class discussed recent controversies concerning homosexual rights in a current events module. Jason argued in support of those rights and, in the heat of the debate, let slip the fact that he was gay. Word had quickly spread; before long, he was virtually an outcast at Winchester. He quickly learned that if one is going to come out of the closet, a high school class is just not the place to do it. His life had been hell ever since.
Desperately lonely, Jason had hoped that things would have blown over by this, his senior year, but that had not been the case, and the abuse had worsened. Last week, he had found his locker plastered with pictures of naked men torn from gay magazines with the words “Faggots Anonymous” scrawled all over them. As a result of these and similar events, Jason withdrew from school social life and now spent much of his time alone, often drinking. He had been drinking the previous night and suffered from a bad hangover. This probably explained his lapse in judgment in choosing a table near the back of the room.
Even before the table fell ominously silent, he knew he had made a mistake. A bad one. He looked up from his tray to see whom he was sitting with. Across from him sat Tyler Richards and Paul Peterson, the two most popular boys in school. The rest of the now silent table was filled with students of an equally exalted social level.
“Well!” Paul took the lead, as he always did, in making fun of Jason. “Aren’t we lucky? A visit from the school faggot!” Jason flinched as Paul’s cutting voice drew attention. The other students at the table were smiling and laughing, knowing what was coming.
“What’s wrong? No other faggots to eat with...or eat?” Paul’s voice was getting louder. Students at nearby tables were now looking over and joining in the laughter. His face burning, Jason stumbled to his feet and fled the table, leaving his food tray behind.
“Come back anytime,” Paul called after him. “Feel free to bring your boyfriend.”
His classmates were laughing as Jason, now in tears, ran from the room and disappeared from view.
At a table near the door, Gary and Sean watched him run out. They exchanged glances and looked over at Paul as he laughed with his friends. Tyler laughed right along with them.
Tim smirked across the room at Dennis; the Recreation period was almost over. The two thirteen-year-old boys had barely been able to restrain themselves during that afternoon’s class. Due to the colder weather, the class was taking place inside the gymnasium, and they had spent the entire period watching Tyler as he supervised the other students. At this particular moment, he demonstrated basketball techniques to a group of boys in the corner. He was wearing baggy shorts, which came down to his knees, and a loose sweatshirt, but that did not deter the boys from imagining what was underneath. So far, he had managed to avoid them, but Tim had plans to deal with that. Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of class.
“Okay, everybody,” Tyler yelled, clapping his hands for attention. “Into the locker room. That’s it for today.” While the rest of the kids ran into the locker room as directed, Tim and Dennis jogged over to where Tyler was bent over, putting away equipment. He straightened up as they approached.
“Yes?” He asked coldly. “What do you want?” He did not seem happy to see them.
Embarrassed, Dennis turned to go, but Timcaught his arm before he could get away.
“That’s not very friendly,” Tim stated. “You were a lot nicer last week.” He was smirking again.
“That was last week,” Tyler told him angrily. “Don’t expect it to happen again.” He put his hands on his hips and glared at them. “I don’t expect to hear about it again from either of you. Is that understood?”
Dennis flushed red and began to mutter an apology but was cut off by Tim.
“Okay, you won’t hear about it from us then. You’ll be hearing about it from Mr. Tilby, though.” The thirteen-year-old grabbed his friend by the arm and turned to go.
“Wait!” Mr. Tilby was the teacher in charge of the grade 12 supervisors. Tyler, no longer confident, called after them. “What do you mean?” He had a sick feeling that he already knew the answer.
Tim turned and faced him. “We’re going to tell Mr. Tilby what happened. I bet he’ll be interested.”
Tyler felt his face flush with panic. Tilby would get him expelled for sure!
“Unless...” Tim’s voice was sly.
“Unless?” Tyler knew what was coming. Unconsciously, his hand began fiddling with his charms. There were now almost a dozen metal Fs and Ss hanging from it.
“Unless you become a lot friendlier,” Tim finished his sentence. “Like last week.”
Tyler looked at the two of them—Tim looking cocky and sure of himself and Dennis looking both frightened and hopeful—and shuddered. If he gave in, he would become, in effect, the private whore of a couple of thirteen-year-old boys.
However, what else could he do?
“If I agree,” he said slowly, fighting back the tears, “you’ll keep quiet about it. No one else will know.” Maybe he could minimize the damage.
Tim grinned in triumph; they had him! “Okay. It’ll be our little secret.”
A slow smile began to form on Dennis’s freckled face.
“And just this once,” Tyler bargained. “After this, I don’t hear about it again?”
Tim began to nod, flushed with success and ready to agree to anything, but this time it was Dennis who interrupted.
“Once a week,” he told him. “After class on Fridays.” Tyler’s mouth opened in shock, and he shook his head.
“Okay.” Dennis shrugged and turned to Tim. “Let’s see Tilby.”
He started walking, pulling an astonished Tim behind him. This time, the two boys managed to get a few steps away before Tyler called them back. Trembling, he agreed to their demands; there was no way he could let them go to Tilby.
Ten minutes later, he was stretched out naked on a pile of stored gym mats. The two boys wanted him naked this time, and he had no choice but to slip out of the shorts and sweatshirt. His legs were over his head, with Dennis pumping his thirteen-year-old cock in and out of Tyler’s boy-pussy while Tim waited his turn. Tyler grunted in time with Dennis’s thrusts, moaning as his nipples were mauled by Dennis but did not fight or cry out as Dennis spurted within him.
He did, however, start crying when Tim crawled on top of him to take his turn at sticking his cock into Tyler’s now sopping boy-pussy.
With the footlights shining bright and hot directly upwards into his face, the men in the audience—he instinctively knew that they were men—were visible only as vague outlines, dark shapes, and shadows that seemed to shift and pulse in time with the thick bass throb of the cheap rock music. He could hear the quiet rumble of conversation from beyond the lights, but as the dance began, the shapes fell silent. They almost appeared to lean forward towards the stage, focusing intensely upon the dancer’s actions.
On the precarious, well-lit catwalk, the dancer slid forward, limbs writhing in time with the music. He wore almost nothing: a pink G-string and a bright, shiny necklace.
The music drew him forward as he slowly removed the G-string until he finally stood naked and exposed before the watchers. The shapeless mass of the audience was no longer silent but was calling out what seemed to be a name over and over again. Dimly, the dancer sensed that he should be frightened, but he was not.
Instead, he began to become more and more excited. Stroking his cock, he began to pant and moan as the shouting grew louder. The colored lights above him began to move, rotating wildly, pulsing on and off. His cock was leaking. He inserted his middle finger and followed by his three middle fingers up his boy-pussy. Thrusting his fingers in and out of his boy-pussy while stroking his cock.
His excitement grew to the point of orgasm while the name chanted by the audience became louder and louder. Suddenly, there was a loud ringing sound, again and again, as the lights sped up. He tried to ignore it, concentrating on the swiftly approaching orgasm, but it kept ringing and ringing, and the hoarse chanting became clearer until, abruptly, he could make out the name: Tyler!
Tyler Richards sat bolt upright in bed, sweaty and disheveled. His mother’s voice had shouted out his name from the bottom of the stairs. “Tyler. Answer your phone.” The phone beside the bed was ringing. Tyler glanced at the bedside clock. It was almost 10:30, a bit early to call on a Saturday morning. He reached over and picked up the phone.
“Hi, Tyler.” It was Sean. Of course.
Tyler fought back an urge to slam down the phone. “What do you want?” he asked, fighting to contain his anger.
“Just to tell you we’re going out tonight…a boy’s night out.” Sean sounded pleased with himself.
“What are you talking about?” Tyler fought to clear his head of the last vestiges of sleep.
“There’s a party at WCN tonight,” Sean explained. “We’re going.” WCN stood for Winchester College North. When the campus was opened, a second campus was to be built south of the town. However, that had never occurred. The one college was still, however, called “North.”
“I can’t do that,” Tyler argued, fighting down a sudden surge of panic. I’m...um...busy tonight.”
“Do I have to make threats?” Sean asked. “You know what your options are. Besides, you might enjoy yourself.”
Tyler sighed with resignation. He knew very well that he would have to agree with whatever Sean said. If not, he would be ruined at Winchester.
“Okay,” he muttered. “I’ll be there.”
“Fine.” Sean was a matter of fact, as he had expected nothing else. “Come to my place at 7:00. Oh...we’ll be out all night; tell your mother that you’re spending the night at a friend’s house.” The line went dead as Sean hung up before Tyler could reply or protest.
Slowly, Tyler put the receiver down and ran a shaky hand through his matted hair. Only then did he notice that his body was covered with sweat. He pushed back the covers and looked down at his body: his nipples were firm and erect, and his hard cock leaked copiously. The dream! Could that dream really have been exciting for him? All he remembered was being naked, and all those men were watching! He placed his hand around his cock and began to stroke, moaning softly. Just the memory of the dream was exciting! What was happening to him? Despite his confusion, he continued to stroke his prick, quickly bringing himself to climax. Just as the orgasm died away, the phone rang again. Tyler picked it up.
He remained silent. It was Barry Packard. Just what he needed. He had noticed that he was trying to talk to him at school, but he had managed to avoid him successfully since Barry had fucked him a couple of weeks ago in the front seat of his car.
“Um...I was just wondering if you wanted to...like, you know...go out tonight or something.”
“Are you kidding!” Tyler laughed. “I wouldn’t be caught dead with a faggot like you.” His frustration and anger flowed from his heart for what had happened to him over the last few weeks.
“Bu-but...I thought...what about what happened—”
“What happened in your car was a joke. You’ve got to be the worst fuck I’ve ever had.”
It felt a little strange talking like that, but on the whole, it was good to be on the giving end of some abuse rather than on the receiving end. Besides, Barry was such a loser!
“I don’t want to hear about it, and I don’t want to see or hear from you again. Just fuck off!”
Tyler slammed down the phone, feeling almost like his old self. That had felt good! Cheered up, he got out of bed and went into the bathroom for a shower.
As ordered, Tyler arrived at Sean’s house promptly at 7:00 that evening. Sean’s mother, a large, bleary-eyed man, answered the door.
“Is Sean here?” Tyler asked timidly. The man smelt of beer and stale cigarette smoke. The man took a drag from his cigarette and gestured for Tyler to enter. Tyler walked into the house.
“Sean!” Sean’s father yelled down a flight of stairs. “Your little friend’s here.” He turned back to Tyler. “Go right on down. He’s in his room.”
Tyler smiled weakly in thanks and walked down the stairs into the basement.
“In here.” Sean’s voice came from behind a closed door at one end of a short hall.
Tyler pushed the door open and entered Sean’s bedroom. The pudgy boy was talking on the phone; he waved at Tyler to come in and sit down.
“Yes...I know. Yes, at the agreed price. I know...uh-huh...it’s just for private use.
Nothing else.” Tyler sat on the edge of Sean’s bed, careful not to disturb a pile of dirty clothing. “No, that’s fine. Yeah, as long as they don’t mind...okay.”
Sean hung up the phone and turned to Tyler.
“Well,” he said, smirking, “let’s look at you. Stand up.”
Blushing, Tyler stood up. He wore shorts, which fell below his knees, and a yellow t-shirt. His blonde hair was tied in a man bun. Sean shook his head as he looked the older boy over.
“Huh,” he grunted. “That’s not gonna do.” He got up and moved towards the closet. “Let’s try these on.”
He pulled out a duffel bag and handed it to Tyler. Tyler took one look inside and dropped the bag.
“I can’t wear these. Not in public.”
Sean just smiled.
“Every time,” he rolled his eyes theatrically. “Every time we go through this same game. First, you say you can’t do something. Then we threaten to release the tape and the pictures. Then, suddenly, you can do it.” He looked over at Tyler. “Is all that really necessary?”
Tyler looked down at the duffel bag and began to tremble. He fought back the tears. How could they do this to him?
Sean was not moved. “Put these on, you bitch,” he ordered, suddenly angry. “You’ll wear them tonight, or by Monday night, everyone in town will know what a faggot slut you are.”
The videotape! Reluctantly, Tyler reached down and picked up the duffel bag. Ten minutes later, he was changed and ready to go. The central item of his new apparel was a pair of black leather shorts. That barely came below butt cheeks. On top, he now wore a bright pink spandex cropped shirt. The sleeveless shirt hugged his upper body tightly, making the most of his chest. On his feet, he wore black leather, high-heeled boots, which covered his lower legs right up to his knees. Sean combed out Tyler’s blonde hair so it fell in waves across his bare shoulders. He looked like “a proper little faggot” (in Sean’s opinion). Tyler fought to hold back the tears. He did feel like a faggot in this outfit.
The two boys drove to the college in Tyler’s car, with Sean at the wheel. The party was already in full swing when they arrived, with music blasting raucously out of partially opened windows. It was in a large, old house, which served as rental accommodation for students at WCN. Sean parked the car on the street opposite the house and looked over at Tyler. The older boy sat stiffly, looking straight ahead, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“You’re not going to have much fun with that attitude,” Sean chided. “You’re too tense.” Tyler did not answer. Sean sighed theatrically. “Here,” he said, pulling out a small thermos. “Have a drink. It’ll relax you.”
He poured a small measure of whisky into the thermos lid and passed it over to Tyler. The older boy looked doubtful for a moment, sniffing suspiciously at the liquid, but then shrugged his shoulders and drank it down. What harm could it do? Almost immediately, he felt the warmth of the alcohol in his stomach.
“One more?” Sean asked. Tyler nodded quickly and held out the cup for a second drink. Sean poured, and Tyler once again downed it. He felt much better already.
Sean smiled as he took the cup back and screwed it back onto the thermos. This was the same stuff Gary had mixed that got Tyler so hot that night at Neil’s. With any luck, it should make things go a lot better tonight, particularly with a double dose.
Sean opened the door and got out of the car. Tyler followed, moving a little slower. He noticed the drink was beginning to go to his head a bit. He felt a little unsteady. The two boys walked up the gravel driveway towards the house. Even from outside, the loud pulsing music made conversation difficult; the whole building seemed to shake.
Sean banged loudly on the door. Nothing, so he bashed harder this time, and a few moments later, a young man opened it and peered drunkenly outward.
“Yeah?” His eyes quickly skimmed over Sean and came to rest on Tyler’s scantily clad body. Tyler shivered, only partly from the cold, as the man slowly looked him up and down. He licked his lips.
“Is Jim in?” Sean was forced to yell over the music. “Tell him Sean is here.” The man at the door tore his eyes away from Tyler long enough to acknowledge Sean’s words with a nod and then disappeared back into the house.
Sean turned to Tyler, who was still shivering on the porch. “Remember,” he said urgently. “This is a college party. Don’t start acting like a fucking kid. I have everything under control.”
Tyler started to ask what he meant by this, but the door swung open, and another man came out. This guy was enormous; he looked like a football player.
“Sean,” he called out. “Good to see you.” His eyes turned, inevitably, towards Tyler. “And you must be Tyler. Sean’s told us a lot about you.”
Tyler knew this sounded ominous, but his brain was fogged up from the alcohol, and the drugs Gary had added to it were starting to have an effect. His senses seemed heightened, but his consciousness was beginning to drift. A small part of his mind recognized this feeling from that first night at Neil’s house, but he could not act on this knowledge. The large man (Jim?) gestured for them to enter the house. Sean pushed Tyler through the door before him and then entered himself. Behind them, the door slammed shut.
Inside, the painfully loud music drowned out any possibility of conversation. The foyer led to a short stairway, which opened into the main living room. This room was packed with sweating, dancing people, almost exclusively students from WCN. The air was heavy with smoke, tobacco, and other types.
Jim led the way through the crowd, pushing and shoving a path through the drunken, jostling crowd. Sean pulled Tyler along by the arm, following in Jim’s wake. Tyler got a great deal of attention from the men in the room, and one guy even reached out to squeeze his ass as they pressed through the tangle. He squirmed away, and he was soon lost in the crush. To Tyler’s blurred perceptions, the trip across the crowded room was a nightmare passage of smoke and noise, with the occasional leering face thrust out at him through the haze. They passed through the kitchen. He was thankful when they reached the comparative quiet of the kitchen, but it was crowded, and Jim continued leading them along to a closed door.
Jim halted in front of that door and looked back at Sean. “Everything okay?” he asked, glancing at Tyler.
Tyler looked around wildly, beginning to panic. What was happening here?
Sean pulled his head down and whispered into his ear. “These are my friends,” he hissed. “Keep them happy. If you’re smart, you’ll relax and enjoy it. Fuck up and...” Sean looked up and smiled at Jim.
“Fine,” he told him. “He’s all ready. He loves this sort of thing. He’s really hot.”
Tyler started to mumble a protest, but before he could form the words, Jim opened the door, and Sean pushed him into the room. Jim followed, closing the door behind him.
Left alone in the hall, Sean leaned against the door. He would give them a few minutes to get going before he went in. Sean reached down and patted the video camera. He wanted to catch all the action.
Tyler’s memories of that night in the room consisted almost entirely of a series of unconnected images and sensations as if his conscious mind had shut itself off, acknowledging feelings only when they became too strong to shut out. The room had been full of men, many of them as big as Jim. There was a large bed in the middle of the room. The men cheered as he stumbled inside, and Tyler had immediately been picked up and thrown down onto the bed. He tried to struggle, but it seemed as if his limbs seemed so heavy.
Jim was first. He pulled the shorts off Tyler. While he wriggled and tried to squirm away, he pulled the pink top over his chest, leaving it bunched up under his chin. Tyler had moaned and cried as Jim began pinching and pulling on his sensitive nipples, but everything seemed so far away. The next thing he knew, Jim was inside him, impossibly big! He groaned as the cock pumped in and out, first with pain but then with something else. His stretched boy-pussy began to tingle, and a warm feeling spread out through his stomach and up into his chest, causing his nipples to harden and become ultra-sensitive. He fought the sensations, but it was a losing battle.
As Jim continued to thrust in and out, he slipped his arms around Tyler’s neck and crushed his face to his. Momentarily surprised, Tyler began to kiss back, and their tongues entwined frantically. A few moments later, Tyler threw back his head and screamed as he was overtaken by an intense anal orgasm, his cum covering his chest. The first of many that night. Jim came a few seconds later, pumping cum into Tyler’s boy-pussy.
After that first orgasm, everything became a blur.
Another man was on top of him, pumping in and out. His cock made a squelching sound in his wet boy-pussy. Tyler tried to kiss him, wanting to feel the college boy’s tongue on his, but a second man slipped his cock into Tyler’s panting mouth. He fondled his nipples with one hand while holding onto the second man’s cock as it slid in and out of his mouth.
The room seemed exceptionally bright suddenly, but before his mind could explore this thought, the cock in his mouth began to spurt jism. Greedily, he sucked at it as fast as possible, but some sperm spilled over his face. He was scraping it up with his fingers and stuffing it into his mouth when a second cock slid in. He moaned and began to massage it with his aching tongue.
He was on his hands and knees, his arms wrapped around a pair of legs, and his mouth wrapped around a thick cock. Behind him, a man finished coming and pulled out. He whined and wiggled his bottom, desperate for more cock.
A man lay on top of him, pumping frantically. He lay on his back, his legs spread wide and bent upwards over his head. His mouth was wide open, and a thin line of drool spilled out and fell onto his face. He opened his mouth to receive it.
He lay in between two men, impaled upon their cocks. Two cocks thrusting in and out of his asshole. The combined sensations sent him into a flurry of loud orgasms. A third cock was stuffed into his panting mouth.
Tyler jerked suddenly awake as warm water splashed on his face. He was lying on his back on a warm, sticky mattress. Sean stood over him, pissing on his face.
“Rise and shine,” he said brightly. “It’s time to go.” Sean left the room and walked into an adjoining bathroom.
Groaning, Tyler tried to sit up. The sheets stuck to his back as he pulled himself upright. His body was covered with bruises and scrapes, and his asshole ached as if it had been scraped raw. Abruptly, he began to wail as the memories of the previous hour’s activities began to return. When Sean returned with Tyler's clothes, he found him trembling on the bed.
“None of that,” he admonished. “I know you had a good time tonight. Your dick was hard all night. Don’t start complaining now.” He threw the clothing at Tyler. “Get dressed. We’re going.”
Still trembling, Tyler disentangled his battered body from the sticky sheets. His entire front was coated with a crust of dried sperm. Slowly, he pulled the leather shorts on. The pink shirt was ripped across the stomach, but he just slipped it over his head and pulled it down. The boots went on last. Shakily, he straightened up and was led by Sean through the house and out the front door. The living room was now almost deserted, inhabited only by a handful of college boys on the various couches. The two boys made it unobserved to Tyler’s car. Sean started the car, and they drove off.
Tyler finally managed to stop shaking.
Sean glanced over at his as he drove. “That’s better. There were only eight of them. Not much for a cumdump like you.”
Tyler looked over in disbelief. “Ei-eight?” He felt like he was going to be sick.
“That’s right,” Sean answered. “The offensive line of the WCN Barracudas.” The football team.
Tyler leaned back and closed his eyes. “Eight more down, I guess,” he mumbled.
Sean laughed. “Nope. They don’t count for our little game. They weren’t students at Winchester.”
Tyler sat up and looked over, unable to stop the tears flowing down his face. “Then…then why?”
“I needed the money,” Sean answered. “They paid me fifty bucks each.” At this, Tyler wailed and sobbed in earnest. “Don’t worry,” Sean comforted, deliberately misunderstanding. “You’ll get some of it. I’ll cut you in for one percent.”
Tyler’s tears had dried by the time the car reached Sean’s house, reminding the older boy that he was staying the night; Sean led him downstairs to his bedroom.
“You’ll be sleeping on the couch,” he announced. Tyler, exhausted, stumbled over and collapsed onto the small couch. Chuckling, Sean walked over and stuffed four dollars down the front of Tyler’s shorts. “There you are,” he whispered, running his fingers through Tyler’s sperm-encrusted hair. “There’s your one percent. Good job.”
Tyler fell asleep crying and curled up on Sean’s couch.
Neil leaned forward and watched intently as a naked Tyler was simultaneously fucked by two men. One from behind as he knelt doggie-style on all fours with his legs slightly spread and one from the front. At first, his face was hidden by his blonde hair, which fell in waves over his right shoulder. Sean had slowly circled the action and, after a brief shot of the back of some guy’s sweaty ass moving back and forth, began to film from the other side, where Tyler’s features could be seen clearly. His left hand clutched the base of the guy’s cock as he bobbed his cum-splattered face. The necklace, festooned with shiny silver Fs and Ss, glittered merrily in the light. There was a brief break in this movement as he pulled his mouth free and teased the head of the cock with his tongue, but then his lips re-encircled the cock, and his head resumed the up-down movement. His loud moans and grunts could be easily heard above the rhythmic slurping sounds. He was clearly enjoying himself.
The camera continued panning, sliding steadily down Tyler’s glistening, sweaty body and focusing on his ass as it wiggled about on the impaling cock like a fish caught on a hook. As the camera settled on this shot, the guy fucking him from behind stiffened and came. A few seconds later, he pulled out, leaving a thin trail of white sperm dribbling down Tyler’s leg. The camera pulled back and then zoomed in on Tyler’s ass, glistening and wet with cum, and held the shot as another fellow moved into position and inserted his cock. The soundtrack recorded a squeal of pleasure from the impaled teenager as Tyler accepted the cock and began grinding his ass back and forth.
“Jeez, this is great stuff.”
Neil was more than a little impressed. He had not even known that anything of this nature was going on. Indeed, he had felt momentary anger when Gary told him what Sean had arranged for Tyler. Neil had felt a bit left out lately, as Gary and Sean increasingly seemed to be taking charge of Tyler. However, Neil could not remain angry. He was not so stupid that he failed to realize that this arrangement was only possible because Gary had seen the possibilities that day in English class. If it had been left to Neil, he would have blurted out his accusations, which would have been the end. Instead, they now had a hold on Tyler that let them force him to do anything! How could Neil complain about Gary being in charge?
On the screen, Tyler was taking advantage of the fact that his mouth was temporarily empty of cock and was busily licking strands of sperm from his fingers. Neil turned to Gary and Sean, sitting together on the couch behind him.
“He’s really into it,” he commented enthusiastically. “Did you use the drugs?”
“Yeah,” Sean answered, “a double dose this time. As you can see, it worked like a charm.”
The sound of Tyler’s screams from the television indicated an impending orgasm.
“He was really hot.”
The teenagers fell silent and watched as Tyler experienced a violent orgasm, his fourth since the beginning of the tape.
“We made four hundred bucks.” Sean continued after Tyler’s screams died. “And the football team wants him back again next weekend.”
“Are you gonna make him go?” Neil turned away from the couch as he asked the question, his eyes focusing on the screen where Tyler moaned and fondled his nipples.
Behind him, Sean looked at Gary, leaving the decision to him. “I don’t think so,” he answered. “At least not right away. We don’t want to burn him out. Let’s leave it for something special. We are selling them this tape. They’re paying another hundred bucks for it.”
“That’s five hundred bucks.” Neil tore his attention away from the screen. “A lot of money.” He looked up at Gary.
“Don’t worry,” his friend answered, smiling his strange smile. “You’ll get a share. Sean gave four dollars to Tyler, so that leaves $496 to split three ways.”
Neil raised his eyebrows. “Four dollars to Tyler?”
“Well,” Sean laughed, “he deserved something. He did all the work.”
The three friends laughed and went back to watching the video. It was ending now, and Tyler was simultaneously fucked by three guys, two in the ass and one in his mouth. He moaned and wriggled as his body was filled with cock. Finally, the three cocks came, each spurting sperm as Tyler orgasmed twice more, dribbling cum from his prick. The video faded to black as Tyler, wet and crusty with cum, curled up on the damp, sticky mattress, still moaning and sucking the sperm from his fingers.
“That was great!” Neil leaned forward and shut off the television. “Just like being there.”
“Well, I hope the guys on the football team are happy with it. They’re paying for it.”
Sean stopped the video and pushed the rewind button on the remote. The tape began to whirl backward in the video machine.
Neil got to his feet and began to pace. “You know,” he said thoughtfully, “we could make a lot more money out of this if we wanted. I bet some people would pay big bucks for this tape besides the guys from the college.”
“Not this tape,” Gary answered. “It’s just for the guys at WCN. The last thing we need is the fucking college football team coming after us, but I have given that some thought.”
Sean looked over at him, surprised. This was the first that he had heard of it.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean,” he told him, “why not make a little money selling some pictures?”
“Like the video?” Neil asked.
“No. I don’t think we can create a professional enough product for that. This tape was okay as a souvenir for the guys at the college, but we have no way of editing it or anything else. I mean still pictures.”
“But what about selling them?” Sean was skeptical. There was more to this than just taking the pictures.
“We just need to set up a website,” Gary told him. I’m sure lots of men would pay good money for pictures of someone like Tyler.”
“And what do we tell Tyler?” Sean was still skeptical. “We told him we’d keep this all a secret if he played along.” Sean was more curious than concerned. Their promise to Tyler meant nothing to him.
“No.” Gary smiled. “We told him we wouldn’t release the tapes of his cheating on the English exam and fucking with Neil. We said nothing about any pictures we might take in the future. Besides, I doubt anyone in town will see them, including Tyler—probably.”
“Well...okay.” Sean was convinced.
“Fuckin A!” Neil was excited. “I can’t wait.”
They were in one of the supply rooms at Winchester. Tyler’s ass was propped up on a narrow shelf, and his back was against the wall as Bob fucked him. Tyler’s sleek legs were spread wide and wrapped around the bulky form of Bob Pearson as he pistoned his cock brutally in and out of Tyler’s asshole. Tyler tried vainly to re-discover some of the weekend’s excitement at WCN. His responses that night had been more than a little degrading, but at least he could deal with the sex without this pain, perhaps even get a little enjoyment out of it. No matter how hard he tried, he could not feel anything other than the intense pain of the ordeal as Bob’s giant cock sawed in and out of his raw boy-pussy.
‘Please,’ he thought wearily as he panted and grunted his lust, ‘please come, just let it be over.’
As instructed, Tyler showed up at the photography studio at 8:00 PM two nights later. The mid-December weather was frigid, and he wore a heavy denim jacket over his jeans and sweater. He was, however, carrying a duffel bag that contained some clothing of a less practical nature. Sean had ordered Tyler to bring along his swimsuit and his jockstraps. Tyler had been apprehensive, but he was now pretty much past the stage of arguing or pleading. It never did any good. All that mattered was that he reached number sixty-five before the end of the year. He had managed number fifteen earlier that day (his asshole still ached); only fifty more to go! At his neck, the rapidly filling necklace attested to his success.
The studio was a large, high-ceilinged single room with a neutral white cloth backdrop against the rear wall, designed to take on the hue of whatever colored light was directed at it. There was a long metal bar on the ceiling, which held several different lights for this purpose. A dark mat covered the floor in front of the backdrop. In front of this mat was another bank of lights, not colored, and a camera. At the back of the room was a wooden door with a red light hanging above it; a small sign identified it as the darkroom.
Gary walked up to him as he stood by the door. He put his arm over Tyler’s shoulder and directed him into the room. Tyler shuddered slightly at his touch but allowed himself to be led. Sean, standing behind the camera, looked over and smirked.
There was a belch from the back of the room; Tyler looked over and saw Neil sitting back against the wall with his feet propped up on a small table and a beer in his hand. He grinned over at Tyler and raised the beer can in mock greeting. Behind him, the door to the studio clicked shut. Sean slightly adjusted the camera before walking to where Gary had emptied Tyler’s duffel bag onto the floor.
“Let’s see what we’ve got,” Sean muttered, sorting through the clothes. Tyler watched, numb and frightened, as Sean and Gary sorted through the various apparel, rejecting some and laughing at others.
“Don’t forget this stuff.” Neil had left his seat and was approaching with another bag, which he dumped onto the floor beside Tyler’s clothes. It contained leather and rubber outfits, including, Tyler noted queasily, the shorts he had worn at WCN last weekend. Tyler swallowed, fighting to keep his features impassive. He had resolved not to let them see his cry again. Finally, they were done. Gary looked up at him.
“You know what’s going on?”
Gary gestured towards the camera, and Tyler nodded reluctantly. It was easy to figure out.
“Yes,” he answered. Tyler had wept in his bedroom when Gary had ordered him to show up at the photography studio with his swimsuit and jock straps, but he was not going to cry now. He was not going to give them the satisfaction.
Gary grinned. “Then let’s get started.” He turned to his boyfriend. “Sean?”
“Yeah, okay,” Sean nodded, “but let’s give him a drink first. It’s going to be hot under those lights.”
Tyler looked up.
Sean picked up an open can of Coke from a nearby table and handed it to Tyler.
“Drink up. We don’t want you fainting on the set. We’ve got lots of stuff to get through tonight.”
Confused, Tyler drank the Coke and handed the empty can back to the impatiently waiting Sean, who nodded and took the bottle.
“Okay,” he announced, “I think we’ll start with...”
Tyler spent the next few hours in front of the lights, running through countless degrading poses in dozens of different outfits. Humiliatingly, they started him out with some of his clothes, which he had brought.
“Look at the camera.”
The colored lights placed him in front of a soft, yellow backdrop. As instructed, Tyler looked at the camera.
“Lean forward...legs apart.”
He bent down and spread his legs, causing the pink thong to ride up his ass. His blonde hair, combed out straight, hung down over his left shoulder, framing his face for the camera. Behind the bank of lights, his three tormentors were silhouettes. Tyler was reminded of his dreams of stripping in front of such lights.
“Play with your nipples and look sexy. Keep looking up; we want to see your face.”
His hands trembled. He had known it would come to this, but it was still difficult, particularly in front of the camera. He played with his nipples, involuntarily causing his nipples to harden.
‘Would they notice?’
“That’s it. Nice nipples. Now, lick your lips.”
Tyler wetted his lips and did his best to look sexy and inviting. His nipples stayed hard.
“Bend over a bit more...let’s see some more leg.”
Then they dressed him in one of his old swimsuits, at least one size too small.
“That’s right...now the other way.”
Tyler stood with his side to the camera. They had soaked the suit before dressing him in it, and it clung tenaciously to every curve. Worse, the cold water caused his nipples to become hard again, which were plainly visible.
“Shoulders back... good, that pushes out your tits... play with the nipples, make them nice and hard...there you go.”
Tyler flushed red.
“Okay...now run your hand through your hair...look like you need a good fuck.”
Tyler slid his fingers through his blonde hair, shaking it out at the back as he did so. He was beginning to feel arousal in the pit of his stomach. He fought to hide it, but it was difficult to do while trying to look sexy.
Then came the outfit he had worn for the party at WCN. It quickly became apparent to Tyler that they had not cleaned it since that night; it stank of dried sweat and sperm. This time, Sean played music and had Tyler dance a slow striptease. Neil called encouragement as Tyler slowly divested himself of the cum-encrusted shirt and the tight leather shorts. And, just like in his dream, he became increasingly aroused, his dick hardening and drooling pre-cum.
A short break to re-load the camera while Tyler stood, panting slightly, in front of the lights. He was naked from the previous stripping, except for the leather, high-heeled boots. Neil came over and played with his leaking cock until it was time for a new outfit. Tyler fought hard not to respond. Finally, it was over.
Tyler stood, drained and sweaty in the last outfit he had modeled, a tight, lace G-string left bare as much as it concealed. It was cut low on his waist, showing off his pubes (at one point in the session, he had been ordered to pop his balls out of the G-string, but they were back in now). His legs were displayed, taut and sleek in the black high-heeled boots.
Neil slipped behind him, reached around, and began playing with his cock through the thin material as Gary and Sean clicked off the lights and began storing the film. Involuntarily, Tyler moaned but did not pull away. His cock hardened, and a trickle pre-cum dribbled out of his cock as it strained against the material. Neil began kissing his neck.
Gary looked over and smiled. Tyler’s eyes were closed, and his mouth slightly parted as he leaned back to accept Neil’s attention. His body was beginning to respond. This seemed like a good time to bring it up.
“Oh, Tyler.” Tyler opened up his eyes and stiffened, remembering where he was. “I heard Barry Packard asked you out a little while ago, and you refused. Is that true?”
Tyler bit his lip apprehensively but nodded. He recognized the tone of voice Gary was using; something terrible was going to happen. Behind him, Neil continued to massage his cock through the G-string. The other hand began to fondle his nipples. Subconsciously, he began to squirm back against him.
“Well,” Gary continued, “there’ll be no more of that from now on. If one of your ‘lovers’ wants a re-match, you agree.”
“What?” Tyler tried to move forward, but Neil held him tight. “What are you talking about?” Neil popped Tyler’s dick from the G-string and began stroking it. Tyler tried to ignore it.
“That wasn’t a rule.”
“It’s a new rule,” Sean told his, grinning. “Once a guy’s fucked you, you can’t say no to him until you’ve finished all sixty-five.”
Tyler’s features began to quiver. He had resolved not to cry, but this was too much. A tear trickled down his cheek as he considered the implications of what was being said.
“Bu-but...there’ll be no end of it. I’ll have to do it all the time.” His mind, now cloudy with lust, struggled to find objections. “When am I supposed to study or do other things? Exams are coming up!”
Sean guffawed. Tyler had just been told that he had to agree to fuck almost any guy that asked, and he was complaining about not being able to study for exams!
“Don’t worry about the exams,” Gary told him. “We’ll get you the test papers ahead of time. Hell, we’ll even do it for free this time.”
The three of them laughed as Tyler began to cry in earnest.
“Besides,” Gary continued, “it’s not all bad news. We’ve decided to let you earn some pocket money while you’re doing it.”
“From now on, you’ll charge five bucks for a repeat fuck.”
Tyler looked at him in horror.
“The first one’s free, but repeat service costs five bucks,” he looked over at Neil, “except, for Neil, of course, he gets it for free.”
No matter how bad things became, they made them a little worse. Or a lot worse! If possible, Tyler’s sobs became louder.
Gary and Sean continued packing as Neil slipped a finger up Tyler’s asshole. Tyler shuddered and then relaxed back into Neil’s chest, defeated. There was no use resisting it. He sighed as Neil pushed his middle finger in and out.
When Gary and Sean finally left the room, he sat on Neil’s erection, riding it up and down.
Tyler was slumped forward on the desk. His head was cradled sideways in his arms, spilling blonde hair in waves out over the wooden desktop. Outside the closed office door, the grade eight students he was supposed to supervise were yelling and running about, his usually well-structured recreation course having dissolved into chaos in his absence.
He did not care. He was too tired to care. He had not even changed into his usual gym outfit, instead just stumbling around the gymnasium, barely getting the class started before retreating to the office.
Last night he had attended Paul’s Christmas party and had sex with four different guys: two blowjobs and two fucks. It had been five guys, but one of them had turned out not to be a student at Winchester, and Tyler no longer counted the non-students since they did not count for the contest. That brought his total up to twenty. Twenty different guys and twenty shiny Fs and Ss on his imprisoned neck. Only forty-five more to go. Only! His ass and mouth ached at the thought.
As was happening so often these days, Tyler found himself fighting back the urge to cry. How had he fallen into this trap? How had such a little thing as cheating on a math test led him into the life he was living? Looking back, Tyler could see how Gary had slowly escalated the incidents of blackmail and humiliation until all his options had disappeared. It had to be Gary since Neil was not nearly clever or subtle enough to plan this.
Even now, if it had just been the original session at Neil’s, he might be tempted to rebel, perhaps even turn to the police, but Gary had since then taken it even further. There were the pictures taken at the photography studio and the awful videotape of that night at WCN, where Sean had turned him into a cumdump!
Sean had shown the tape to him the day after the photo session. How could anyone believe his story after seeing his enjoying himself so much? He could barely believe it himself. What had happened to him? The sex was usually so degrading and painful. Why did it so good? Still, whatever the reason, there was no way out since no one would believe him now. Consequently, he took the path of least resistance and did what they wanted.
It had been three days since the photography studio session, and he could not get it out of his mind. It was not just the fact that the pictures had been taken. That was terrible enough, and he was thoroughly frightened about what would be done with the resulting photographs. Gary had told him they were just for “personal use” (whatever that meant), but how could he trust him?
It was not just that Tyler could no longer refuse to have sex with the guys he had already fucked; that was bad, but he thought he could control matters so that very few of them invited him out again. It should not be too much of a problem as long as it is kept quiet. It was not even the sex with Neil since he had fucked him several times already, and it was routine.
What frightened him about the studio session was how he responded to the situation and, later, to Neil. By the time he had pulled off the G-string and impaled himself upon Neil’s rigid cock, he had been so excited that he had experienced an orgasm within seconds of penetration. In the fucking that followed, he had cum once more, moaning and squirming like some faggot on Neil’s cock.
As was the case with the session at WCN, he was unsure how he felt about this. On the one hand, he was being forced to do degrading things, and it was as if his own body was betraying him by allowing him to respond sexually. What kind of boy would enjoy the obscene activity which had occurred at WCN? On the other hand, he had no choice in the matter. He was trapped and would have to fuck countless guys in the next few months. Given that this would happen anyway, would it not be better to get at least some enjoyment out of it? If nothing else, he could do without the constant pain of his ass being rubbed raw because he was dry at the wrong time.
He needed some way to control the excitement that would allow him to do what he had to do with a minimum of pain but would enable him to control himself so that his surrender would not be complete. Some way to...
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. He glanced at his watch and saw it was after 3:15; the class was over. There must be some better way to deal with this! The door swung open to reveal a grinning Tim, followed closely by Dennis. Tyler groaned but gestured for them to enter the office for their weekly session.
Paul Peterson stood, laughing, with a cluster of friends in a doorway near the water fountain. The boys were pulling a nasty practical joke and were waiting for the victim to arrive. Even among this group of the most popular boys at Winchester, Paul stood out as something special. He was taller than any of the other boys. Indeed, the only other boy at school that was in his league was Tyler Richards. While Tyler was small and perfectly proportioned, Paul was big-boned and exceptionally well-endowed, particularly for an eighteen-year-old. Where Tyler had a finely chiseled face and high cheekbones, Paul’s face was broad and generous, with thick, pouty lips and wide brown eyes. Where Tyler had shoulder-length blonde hair, Paul was a brunette with a thick, short, reddish-brown mane of hair. In short, Paul was a rugged, athletic beauty, while Tyler was softer and more feminine, equally handsome but in an entirely different manner.
The two boys were, of course, rivals, but only in a relaxed, friendly way. There was simply no need for them to compete, for girls or otherwise. The only real point of contention was the title of Homecoming King, and Paul had, more or less, conceded it to Tyler the previous year. Tyler’s school activities, from football to the yearbook and student council to supervising the grade eight “Rec” class, made him a shoo-in to take the title instead of Paul, whose list of school activities was non-existent. Life was too short, he figured. So, the two boys cooperatively ruled over their little clique, acknowledging the other’s attributes without conceding superiority.
Paul noticed Tyler coming out of a doorway at the other end of the hall, followed by a couple of grade-eight jerks. He looked a little disheveled, but Paul put it down to the activity of the Recreation class.
“Tyler,” Paul called after him.
Paul was eager to have him share in the joke, but Tyler did not seem to hear and moved down the hall away from the group. The two boys followed close behind. Paul narrowed his eyes as he watched his friend turn a corner and disappear from view. Tyler had been acting a little strange lately. He wondered if...
While watching around the corner, Stephen whispered the warning and stepped back out of sight. Paul dropped Tyler from his mind and joined the group as they watched expectantly. They did not have long to wait. Jason Williamson walked, unsuspecting, around the corner and up to his locker. The dark-haired boy did not notice Paul’s group as they watched from the doorway. The trap was sprung! As he pulled the locker door open, hundreds of sheets of paper slid onto the floor. Each sheet had been carefully torn from various gay magazines, depicting men in some stage of undress. Jason watched, stunned, as more and more paper fell out of his locker. Paul and his group could contain themselves any longer and finally broke into raucous laughter as more and more people in the hallway stopped and stared.
As well as putting the loose sheets in the locker, they had pasted up several pictures on the door and walls of Jason’s locker. The people in the hallway began to laugh as Jason turned red and then began to cry with embarrassment.
Satisfied with the damage, Paul led his group away from the scene of their victory as more and more people joined the crowd of students laughing at and taunting their unfortunate victim as he crawled around on his hands and knees, trying to recover the pictures.
If they had stayed a little longer, they might have noticed Sean Stevens, who had watched the whole incident develop, walk up to the humiliated Jason and start talking to him in a hushed voice while they picked up the pictures. Jason quickly stopped crying and began to listen intently.
Jason ran his fingers through his curly brown hair and looked around the bedroom, feeling useless and out of place with nothing to do. Neil and Gary were busily removing a shelf from the second, smaller closet. At the same time, Sean wandered about the room with a light meter, alternately taking readings and making adjustments on the video camera set up on a tripod in the main closet (no need to remove any shelves there). Even Tyler was hard at work, albeit reluctantly; he was taking, trip by trip, the small mountain of clothing that had previously filled the smaller closet and carrying it to a different room. He was quiet and sullen, but he did what he was told.
It was all so unbelievable! Even after Sean had told him everything, even after they showed him all those pictures. Jason still found it hard to believe the story. Tyler, the King of Winchester, the perfect straight jock being forced to be fucked by dozens of different guys at school to keep secret the fact that he was cheating on exams! If Jason had read it in a story (and he had read a few stories of this type), he would still have found it difficult to swallow. Though, it had been the pictures that had finally convinced him.
After Sean had talked to him that day in school when Paul and his friends had stuffed Jason’s locker with those magazine pictures, Gary had shown him the set of photographs taken earlier in the week at a downtown studio. There was no way that Tyler would do something like that willingly, particularly the last two outfits. The sight of Tyler in (and then out of) the black leather shorts and later in the lace G-string had left Jason hard with excitement, even though Tyler was not his type. No, he was not his type at all. Jason preferred larger boys, particularly brunettes. Boys like Paul.
When they had arrived at Tyler’s house that Saturday morning, the week after New Year’s, Jason had been expecting Tyler to slam the door in their faces. Even after all the proof he had been shown, he had still expected that. It did not happen, however. Tyler had opened the door and let them in without a word. He looked angry and more than a little bit unhappy, but he let them in.
Still, it was not until Neil put his hand behind Tyler’s neck and drew him in for a long, protracted kiss that Jason fully accepted everything he had been told. Tyler did not exactly cooperate, but he did not pull away either. And from how his mouth was moving, he was definitely returning the kiss. Unbelievable! Yet it was happening. And if that was happening, perhaps Sean’s plan for Paul might also work. Jason trembled as a slight shiver of excitement shot through his pudgy body.
His type. Boys like Paul.
Neil removed the last screw and handed it to Gary, who carefully put it in his pocket. The final shelf slid out neatly, leaving the bottom half of the closet completely open. (The shelves on the top half were more permanently affixed.) There was just enough space for one person if they sat down with their legs curled up. That was going to be Sean’s post. Neil was thankful for that. There was no way he would spend several hours in that cramped space. He was going to be in the larger closet with Gary and Jason. Gary had pointed out that Neil did not need to be there but wanted to be part of things again. He wanted to see Tyler in action.
Sean looked critically through the camera’s viewfinder. The angle was not the best in the world. It was not even as good as it had been in Neil’s bedroom, but it would have to do. The pictures should turn out all right as long as he had good light. From where he would be sitting in the small closet, he could get photos of the bed and most of the bedroom, but he was a little low to get the best angle for any action on the bed. And the action on the bed was the whole point of these arrangements. He was also forced to take pictures through the slats in the closet door. It worked reasonably well as long as he kept the camera flush against the door, but it limited his options. It would also force him to lean forward uncomfortably when taking pictures.
It was, however, the best they could do, and the video camera was still in the walk-in closet. Perhaps if Tyler’s parents had left the night before as planned, they would have had time to modify Tyler’s bedroom further, but the parents had delayed their departure until mid-morning on Saturday. Hence, the three friends had only had a couple of hours Saturday morning until Paul was to arrive. Not the best circumstances to accomplish so tricky an objective, but things were not going too badly. Now, as long as nothing else went wrong.
Gary gave Tyler his final instructions and gave him one last look. He appeared stunning in his cargo shorts and polo shirt, his blonde hair combed in waves over his shoulders. Sean had chosen the outfit and brushed his hair, treating Tyler like some big Ken doll to be dressed and groomed at will. Tyler looked great, and Gary approved. If this did not work, nothing would. A glance around the bedroom revealed nothing out of place. Sean was safely out of sight in the small closet, and Neil and Jason were sitting side by side in the back of the walk-in. A quick check in the upstairs bathroom revealed that Jason’s “props” were in place. Everything was ready. Right on cue, the doorbell rang downstairs. Gary looked Tyler in the eye.
“Showtime,” he told him, smiling at the hint of panic in Tyler’s eyes. “You know what to do.”
Tyler swallowed nervously but nodded his agreement. He knew what to do; it had been made very clear to him. Gary gestured for him to answer the door. When he left the bedroom, he turned and squeezed past the video camera and into the closet, pulling the door shut behind him.
Tyler stopped momentarily on his way down the stairs to answer the doorbell and took a deep breath; he needed to steady his nerves. This was quite possibly the most difficult of all the things they had forced him to do in the last couple of months. At first, he had absolutely refused. Even when Sean had made all the usual threats, Tyler would not go through with it. He had to draw the line somewhere. However, when Gary had offered him twenty credits, twenty fewer guys to fuck. He had wavered and finally given in. He would do what they wanted. Twenty fewer guys to fuck! That would be worth it. That would be worth almost anything. And besides, what did he owe Paul anyway?
Tyler was jarred from his thoughts by the sound of the doorbell being rung a second and then a third time in quick succession.
“Coming,” he cried, annoyed, as he quickly jumped down the remaining stairs. Despite his irritation and nervousness, he forced a welcoming smile onto his face as he pulled open the door.
“Paul,” he greeted his friend from school. “Come in.”
Paul accepted the invitation, walking in through the doorway. He wore tight jeans and a t-shirt under an expensive leather jacket. (His parents were wealthy, and he always had the best clothes.) The two boys exchanged greetings as they walked upstairs to Tyler’s room. Their meeting was ostensibly to make arrangements for a class project in the spring term, but neither expected much work to be done. Mainly since Tyler’s parents were out of town for the weekend and Paul was staying the night.
Tyler led his friend into his bedroom, and the two boys flopped into comfortable positions. Tyler on the bed and Paul onto a giant floor cushion and began to talk. The discussion at first centered on the recent holidays, and Paul told several funny stories about some visiting relatives.
As usual, his stories were humorous at someone else’s expense, and he soon moved on to various people they both knew at school. Soon, as usually happened, the talk zeroed in on Paul’s unfavorable views on several of those people. Tyler let Paul carry the conversation but talked just enough so that his friend would not suspect something was wrong. Tyler was desperate to succeed. Just as Gary had promised him a significant reward for success, he had likewise made dire warnings regarding the consequences of failure. After about an hour, Tyler decided that the time had come to set things in motion.
“Want something to drink?” he asked, knowing the answer. As expected, Paul answered in the affirmative, and Tyler left the room to get the alcohol. Paul was staying the night; that would almost certainly mean that the boys would get drunk on the contents of Tyler’s father’s liquor cabinet. Paul, in particular, enjoyed the expensive brand of Scotch whisky Tyler’s father favored.
Sean sat up as best he could in the cramped confines of the closet when he heard Tyler offer Paul a drink. This was what they had been waiting for. Gary had laced Tyler’s father’s Scotch liberally with his now usual mixture of drugs. With any luck, things should be underway before long. And not a moment too soon; Sean’s legs were beginning to cramp. He checked the settings on his camera.
As Paul took a sip from the tumbler, Tyler bit his lip with apprehension. Would he notice anything different about the taste? The moment passed without incident, and Tyler sighed with relief, taking a sip of his drink. Of course, why would Paul notice anything? Tyler had twice been drugged in this manner, he now realized, and he had never perceived a thing. The alcohol effectively masked the taste of the drugs. Tyler took another sip of his drink, willingly subjecting himself to the effects of Gary’s drugs. He would need all the help he could get, and the two boys continued their conversation.
By the end of the next hour, both boys felt the combined effects of the alcohol and the mixture of dissolved drugs. For Tyler, it was now almost a familiar experience; the slight drowsiness, the sense of dislocation, and the increased sensitivity. He had felt it all before. On the other hand, Paul had never previously experienced the effects of the drugs. Hence, he put the strange feelings down to the impact of alcohol on an empty stomach (he had not eaten lunch). It felt pleasant, like drifting, but with sensual warmth deep in his stomach.
“Another drink?” Tyler got up and took Paul’s now empty glass. Paul started to answer (in the affirmative), but before he could say anything, Tyler hurried out of the room, not even waiting for an answer. Paul should have found this behavior extremely puzzling. Usually, Paul instigated and encouraged the drinking, but his powers of perception were somewhat blurred. He got up to stretch his legs and walked over to the window. It was getting quite hot in the bedroom. Perhaps he should open a window. He reached up and...
“What are you doing?” Tyler had returned with the two glasses and the bottle of scotch.
“I’m just go-going to open the window,” Paul answered, stammering slightly to enunciate the words. The Scotch was really affecting him. He took a deep breath. “It’s hot in here.” His upper lip was damp with perspiration.
“I know,” Tyler agreed. He put the glasses on the table and poured two more stiff drinks. “But you can’t open the window.” He, too, was being careful not to slur his words. “My dad gets pissed off about wasted heat during the winter.” He crossed the room and handed the glass to Paul. “He’s kinda weird about stuff like that.” He shrugged his shoulders apologetically.
“But, it’s fucking hot in here,” Paul whined, accepting the glass. “I’m, like, melting.” He swallowed a large mouthful of Scotch.
Tyler appeared to think for a moment and then put down his glass and stripped out of his t-shirt. “Take your shirt off then.” Paul hesitated for a second but then put the drink on a side table, slipped his t-shirt over his head, and threw it on the bed.
Paul was a little embarrassed. They had seen each other naked often enough before and after gym class at school, but not like this. It seemed different, somehow, to be standing naked like this in Tyler’s bedroom, slightly drunk. Still...it was so hot.
Gary peered intently through the slats on the closet door as Paul’s chest came into view. Impressed, he brought his still camera up and snapped a quick shot, ensuring that Tyler, also topless, was in the picture. As he took the picture, he felt a gentle shove from behind. It was almost time to start running the video camera.
“Let me see,” Neil whispered, trying to look over Gary’s shoulder and around the tripod. Gary pushed him back, frowning. He brought a finger up to his lips, gesturing angrily for silence. Did Neil want to fuck it up for everyone? Gary pointed towards the closet floor, where Jason sat in patient silence. Neil looked like he wanted to argue the point but gave in and sat down, sulking. Gary turned back to the action in the bedroom.
“Here, I’ll put that away.” Tyler reached for the t-shirt, “accidentally” brushing the back of his hand across Paul’s chest. Paul flinched slightly but handed over the clothing without comment. He watched as his friend hung them on a hook on the back of the door.
“No problem.” Tyler padded back across the room towards Paul. He crossed in front of him, brushing against Paul’s chest and picking up his friend’s glass. “Here’s your drink.”
As Tyler walked across the room, Paul could not help but notice how sleek and fit Tyler looked. He knew he was handsome. Indeed, Tyler took it for granted, but Paul still admired his friend’s physique. Secretly, Paul wished that he had that kind of body, thin, muscular thighs, a tight stomach, and a slender waist. If only...
He was surprised to find his cock hardening as he watched Tyler. Suddenly embarrassed and shy, he turned away, taking a large sip of the Scotch. He quickly regained his composure, and the two boys, now shirtless, resumed their former positions and continued the conversation. They talked for another half hour or so, with the conversation becoming increasingly disjointed as the drugs took effect.
Eventually, Tyler asked Paul to bring the now half-empty bottle to him on the bed. Paul complied, moving carefully to compensate for the lack of coordination brought about by the alcohol. When he tried to move away after handing over the bottle, Tyler gestured for him to lie beside him on the bed.
“What?” Paul’s head was spinning slightly.
“Just lie down,” Tyler told him soothingly. “Relax. I think the booze is hitting us harder than we expected.”
Paul could not argue with that. They were only on their fourth drink (or was it the fifth?), and he was feeling a curious dislocation, almost like he was looking at events through a long tunnel as if his mind was somehow dislocated from his body. At the same time, however, his nerves seemed heightened and more sensitive, and there was a curious tingle in the base of his stomach, and his dick was semi-hard. Better lie down, he thought, allowing Tyler to help him down on the bed. Tyler’s hands felt cool and dry against his hot skin. They felt good. That’s better, he told himself, stretching out with his arms by his sides. He closed his eyes and relaxed.
A few seconds later, however, he felt a movement on the bed beside him. Opening his eyes, he noticed that Tyler was half sitting up, looking down at him with a funny expression. Paul, suddenly worried, tried to sit up, but Tyler put his hands on his friend’s shoulders and pushed his back down.
“Relax,” he murmured, almost whispering. “Just lie there.”
His strong hands began to rub Paul’s naked shoulders. After a moment, Paul complied, lying back and enjoying having his shoulders massaged. It felt so good.
It felt even better a few seconds later as Tyler slowly moved his hands across the top of Paul’s chest and then down onto his nipples. Paul instinctively tensed and tried to jerk away, but Tyler calmed him down again with a few whispered words. Paul relaxed again, closing his eyes, as Tyler gently rubbed his now-hard nipples.
Showtime! Things were getting hot out there! Gary had clicked the play button on the video camera as soon as Tyler had begun fondling Paul’s shoulders. After checking the viewfinder to ensure nothing was being missed, he lifted the still camera and started snapping shots as Tyler moved his hands downward towards Paul’s tits. With any luck, Sean also got some excellent material from his place in the small closet.
Eventually, Paul began to moan quietly with pleasure. The moans grew louder as he felt a new sensation on his ultra-sensitive nipples. He opened his eyes to see Tyler bent over him, licking his nipples with a small, pink tongue that darted in and out of his mouth. Fully aroused, Paul brought up his hands and began to run his fingers through Tyler’s blonde hair, his beautiful blonde hair. His hands stayed there as Tyler slowly licked his way up Paul’s throat and, finally, to his face. After a brief moment of hesitation, the two boys kissed each other. The kiss seemed to last a long, glorious lifetime as their tongues entwined, broke free, and then joined again. Both boys were panting by the time their lips parted.
This was great! Sean snapped a close-up of the two boys’ first kiss. It could not have been better if they had posed for the camera. Hell, he was getting hot just watching the action!
“Ty-Tyler...” Paul moaned. “I...”
Tyler silenced him with another kiss. The kiss lasted a long time as they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues. Tyler resumed fondling Paul’s nipples. Whimpering with pleasure, Paul reciprocated, running the palms of his sweaty hands up and down over Tyler’s hard nipples. The two boys continued kissing and fondling each other for a while before Tyler broke away.
“Wha-what is it?” Paul asked breathlessly as Tyler sat up.
“Just a second,” his friend answered him. “This is going to be so good.”
Tyler slipped off the bed wearing only his shorts and looked over at Paul lying spread out on the mattress. Paul’s chest was covered with a thin sheen of sweat, which glistened in the light as it rose and fell in time with his hurried breathing, the nipples standing firm on top. Despite everything he knew would happen, Tyler was becoming very excited. In the back of his mind, he was aware of Gary and Sean and their cameras, but the drugs obscured that knowledge. The only important thing was Paul lying exposed on the mattress and all the delightful things they would do with each other! But first, he had to...
“Take off your pants,” Tyler ordered, his voice thick with lust. “I’ll be right back.” He moved quickly out of the room.
Paul complied, quickly slipping his jeans down his long legs and kicking them free from his ankles and off the bed. After a moment’s hesitation, he repeated this action with his boxers. Except for his white socks, Paul was now totally naked. Anxiously awaiting Tyler’s return, he moved his hand down over his sweaty chest and onto his cock. Moaning slightly, he stroked his cock.
Gary zoomed in on him with the video camera as Paul masturbated. After a close-up of his cock, he panned the camera up his sweat-glistening body to his blank, panting face.
Tyler returned a few moments later. He stopped in the doorway to watch Paul masturbate for a few moments, then walked forward and leaned over his squirming friend. Paul, keeping one hand on his cock, reached up invitingly.
Gary reached down and began massaging his raging erection through his jeans as he filmed the action on the bed. This was going much better than he had expected. Maybe this video would have some commercial value! Behind him, he could feel Neil trying to look around him again. This time he just squeezed to one side, keeping an eye on the viewfinder, and let Neil take a look. It seemed unlikely that the writhing boys on the bed would notice any small noises they were making in the closet.
Eventually, this degenerated into straightforward sex. First, it was Paul lying back on the bed with Tyler’s face buried in his crotch. The sensation of his friend’s tongue on his cock sent Paul into a wave of screaming orgasms that seemed to last forever. Then he returned the favor, pulling Tyler’s shorts off and kneeling in front of Tyler’s widely spread legs, his tongue flickering his friend’s cocks and balls. This was followed by more fondling and kissing as each boy, now sweaty and panting, ran their hands and tongue frantically over the other’s body. Finally, they ended up lying head to tail, simultaneously sucking each other’s cocks. They came together this time, a clutching, writhing mass of sweaty, panting male flesh.
Finally, their lust subsided as the drugs began to work their way out of their systems. When Paul came to his senses, he lay arm in arm with his smaller friend, exhausted and sticky. He lay there for a few moments, gathering his wits.
Gary took one last picture, turned off the video camera, and began to move the tripod aside. It was over, and it was time to come out of the closet.
“Ty-Tyler...” Paul stammered, suddenly embarrassed. “What happened? What have we...”
“Shh.” Tyler interrupted, leaning up and kissing him. “It’s all right.”
Paul resisted, pulling away.
“It’s not all right,” he insisted. “What if someone finds out? I can’t...”
A new voice came from behind him.
“What if someone already knows?”
Horrified, Paul whirled around on the bed in time to see Gary emerging from the walk-in closet, camera in hand.
By the time Sean shoved open the closet door with his foot, straightened out his cramped legs, and managed to climb awkwardly to his feet, Gary was pretty much finished explaining the situation to their horrified victim. Paul had pulled up Tyler’s duvet cover to cover his nudity and was listening, wide-eyed, while Gary explained his options. As Tyler’s had been a few months earlier, they were pretty limited: either do as he was told, or they would release the videotape and pictures to everyone interested. Sean noted that Tyler had not attempted to cover himself; he just sat, silent and naked, on the side of the bed, staring straight down at the floor.
“Well?” Gary had finished his explanation and was waiting for an answer. Sean noticed Neil was looking on anxiously; even he realized that Paul could mess things up for them badly if he refused to cooperate. “What’s it gonna be?”
Paul sobbed quietly on the bed. He looked at his so-called friend sitting beside him, but Tyler refused to look at him. Faggot! It was all his fault! He turned his gaze to Gary, Neil, and Sean as they stood by the side of the bed watching, waiting for his answer like a pack of vultures.
Having the films and pictures made public made him want to throw up! What could he do? If he told them to fuck off, as he should do, they could ruin his life at Winchester and probably in Winchester. But the alternative, was it any better?
Gary had told him the whole incident would be kept secret if he agreed to do what they wanted. All he had to do was obey their commands for the rest of the year; do whatever they wanted. What else could Paul do? He looked up at them, swallowing nervously. His decision was made. Gary tensed as he began to speak, but he need not have worried.
“Just for the rest of the school year?” he confirmed, his voice trembling. “After that, I get the pictures, and you leave me alone?”
He smirked. They had him! “Sure,” he told him. “As soon as school’s over, you get everything, and no one will ever know this happened.”
Paul’s face twitched with tension, but he forced the hated words out of his mouth.
“Okay,” he mumbled. “You win. I’ll…I’ll do what you say.”
Gary’s smirk widened to a grin. “Oh...not what we say exactly. We’re giving our rights over you to someone else. A friend.”
As he said this, Jason walked out of the big closet. Paul’s eyes widened with shock!
“No,” he almost screamed, cringing under the duvet. “I didn’t agree to that. Not with him!” He began to cry again.
Gary was unrelenting. “It’s him, or we give out the pictures.” Paul began to sob loudly, but after a few moments, he nodded his assent. He had no choice.
Jason, his eyes bright with excitement, licked his full lips and moved toward his new toy. Gary looked around at the others.
“C’mon,” he said quietly. “Let’s leave these two alone. I’m sure they have plenty to talk about.”
Sean and Neil immediately began walking out of the room. After a moment, Tyler got up and followed them, still naked.
As they shut the door behind them, they heard Jason’s voice, low and menacing. “Well, Paul. First, we’ll discuss that ‘joke’ you played on me last month. Then maybe we’ll try some of that stuff you and Tyler were doing a little while ago, just to get started.”
Outside, on the main upstairs landing, Gary and Sean sighed with relief. It had gone better than they had expected. Neil had gone downstairs for a beer when Tyler spoke up.
Gary looked over at the naked teenager. Tyler made no effort to cover himself but would not look him in the face. Instead, he lowered his eyes submissively.
“Yes?” His hand found Sean’s and held on.
“That drug you gave us. I want some of it.”
“Huh?” Gary was puzzled.
“That drug that makes me ho-horny,” Tyler explained, trembling. “I want some of it. It will make it easier for me...you know.” He started to cry a little bit. “It hu-hurts so much sometimes. If I...if I’m...excited….”
“Ah.” Gary finally understood. He looked over at Sean, who smirked back at him. Gary shrugged his shoulders. “All right, there’s still some left in your dad’s Scotch. Use that.”
“Thanks.” Tyler brought his arms up across his chest and started to shiver.
“But first,” Gary continued, smirking, “you have to earn it.” Tyler raised his head, his green eyes wide. “Come here.” He and Sean led Tyler into his parents’ bedroom and shut the door behind him. Tyler began to tremble when Gary removed his clothes, but he did not cry out or protest in any way. He needed that drug.
Neil ran up the stairs two at a time, beer in hand, only to find the landing empty. Hello?” He looked around, puzzled. “Where is everybody?” He wandered along the landing until he came to a door. He opened it a crack and looked into a bedroom. Inside, he saw Tyler sucking t Gary’s cock energetically as Sean straddled his head and necked with Gary. Sean’s thighs tightened and loosened on Tyler’s head as the blonde teenager sucked for all he was worth.
Quietly, Neil closed the door. Obviously, they wanted to be alone. He stood there for a moment, took a swig from the beer can, and then walked back to the doorway to Tyler’s bedroom. He carefully opened it and peered in. He was greeted by the sound of rhythmic slaps of flesh against flesh as Jason had Paul, still naked, over his knee and was spanking him vigorously. Paul’s lush bottom was bright red and shining from Jason’s attentions, and the brunette was crying and sobbing as he squirmed on the other boy’s knee.
“I’m sorry...I’m sorry...I’m sorry...please, don’t...don’t...I’m sorry, I won’t...please.”
The begging continued until Jason finished the spanking and turned the older boy over, still balancing him on his knees. Still sobbing and babbling apologies, Paul offered no objection as Jason cradled him in his arms and began fondling his cock and balls. Neil slowly closed the door. He stood undecided on the landing for a few moments and then shrugged his shoulders.
“Maybe there’s some football or something on TV,” he muttered, walking back down the stairs.
The “musicians” of the rock band thrashed away for all they were worth on the tiny stage of the Winchester Academy gymnasium, their collective efforts producing nothing more than a wash of reverberating mush as the over-amplified music bounced randomly back and forth off the bare, wooden walls of the box-shaped gym. The kids did not care, however. They never did. As usual, they just milled around, boys on one side, girls on the other, with the few couples brave enough to dance awkwardly up and down in the center of the floor more or less in time with the deep throb of the bass.
The walls of the gym were festooned with bright pink balloons; blue and pink streamers created a curtain over each doorway; several bowls of pink grapefruit punch (three of them predictably spiked with vodka) sat on a long table against one wall; and a large banner proclaiming “Happy Valentine’s Day” in large pink letters (the “i” dotted with a heart, of course) hung over the stage where the band was playing. A typical Valentine’s Day dance at Winchester Academy.
In keeping with the theme, Tyler arrived at the dance wearing a pink tuxedo jacket with powder blue pants. The look, however, had not been his choice. Very little was these days. Sean had selected the outfit to create this effect. In fact, Sean was now frequently picking out which clothes Tyler should wear for specific occasions. Gradually, throughout the last couple of months, Sean took over various aspects of Tyler’s life. Tyler had objected initially, but Sean had made the usual threats, and Tyler had inevitably capitulated. Sean could now compel Tyler’s obedience by threatening to cut off his supply of Gary’s drugs. By now, Tyler relied on Gary’s mixture, which allowed him to get excited when having sex. Without it, his enforced promiscuity would have been and had been, before the session with Paul, extremely painful. He was becoming, in Sean’s words, “well-trained”—a well-trained cock whore.
As it was, the combination of drugs and scotch allowed him to get at least some enjoyment from the sex, a vital advantage since he had it so regularly. As well as the large number of guys he was still required to fuck to meet his quota of sixty-five before the end of the year, his blackmailers had ordered him not to refuse repeat business. Every time someone he had already had sex with asked for more, he had to say yes (provided, of course, that the asker was willing to pay the five dollars). As a result, he was now fucking and sucking daily, sometimes twelve to fifteen or even twenty times. On the surface, nothing had changed, and he still held his position in the school hierarchy, but among many, if not most of the guys at school, the word was out: Tyler Richards was a faggot slut, who sucked cock and took it up the ass at the slightest pretext. Tyler had stopped wearing boxers in the last couple of weeks (another of Sean’s “suggestions”) since getting them on and off was too much trouble.
The new Tyler was also looking for a guy to fuck him. He stood in the corner of the gym next to the door leading to the boy’s locker room, playing absently with his heavily decorated necklace (thirty-three bright, shiny Fs and Ss) and scanning the crowd for a likely candidate. He tried to be inconspicuous as he looked around; he had already run into one of his previous “partners” in the parking lot and had been forced to give him a blowjob upon his request. A crumpled, sticky five-dollar bill in his pocket testified to his willingness to pay. If any others saw him here, dressed as he was, he would probably have to serve them as well. The blowjob was all the more unpleasant because he had not drunk any of the scotch prepared for him by Gary. Without the excitement caused by the drugs, it had been a humiliating and painful event. He was not going to be caught unprepared again. After wiping the sperm off his face (he could not swallow all of it), he took several swigs from the flask in his pocket. Already, he felt the warm tingle at the base of his stomach, and his breathing was becoming quick and shallow. He scanned the crowd, desperate as he became more and more excited and his prick hardened. Whom could he get to fuck him?
Gary looked on, smiling as he saw Tyler, dressed up like some faggot wet dream, call someone over to him. It was Logan Baxter, a quiet from grade nine with glasses and acne-scarred skin. Gary watched as Tyler pulled Logan closer and whispered something in his ear. A few seconds later, Logan blushed a furious red but allowed himself to be led into the locker room. The couple disappeared.
“He’s found one already?” Gary turned. Sean came up behind him as he watched Tyler at work. The short boy was holding a glass of punch. He was almost shouting to be heard over the roar of the band.
“Yeah,” he answered, shouting in reply. “Logan Baxter, from Rehnquist’s French class.”
“Didn’t take long,” Sean commented, taking a swallow of spiked punch.
Gary grinned at him. “Not the way you dressed him up tonight. Nice job.”
Sean nodded at the compliment but did not return the grin. Something was bothering him.
“You’ve made it too easy for him,” he complained. “The drugs make it too much fun. He’s enjoying himself too much.”
Gary’s grin just widened.
“Well,” he answered, “maybe I should let you in on a little secret.” He looked around as if anyone could hear them over the band. Sean just stared at him, waiting. “After the first couple weeks, I stopped putting the drugs in the Scotch. Since the end of January, he’s just been drinking the Scotch straight.”
Sean’s eyes widened in surprise.
“But that’s two weeks now. He hasn’t said...he didn’t...”
“Right,” Gary interrupted. “That’s the beauty of it. He gets horny now, completely on his own. All it takes is a little Scotch, and he’s ready to jump into bed with anybody. Soon, I’m going to start changing the type of alcohol. By the end of the year, he’ll turn into a horny cumdump every time he touches a drop of alcohol. It’s all part of the training.”
Sean’s surprise turned into amusement. “Gary,” he chuckled, “that’s perfect.” He began to laugh outright.
“What’s so funny?” It was Neil. He was already half drunk.
Gary looked over at the laughing Sean. “You tell him. I think I’ll send a few more guys Tyler’s way. I think I see the Schaefer brothers.” Gary turned and walked off as Sean explained what was so funny to Neil.
Frank Schaefer shoved open the swinging door to the locker room and ponderously squeezed his bulk through the doorway. He was followed closely by his younger brother, Simon. The Schaefer brothers were both extremely fat, weighing over 250 pounds each, and would have been fatter still if they had not been quite as tall as they were. Still, even at well over six feet, they were each enormously obese. They were some years older than the other Winchester students, having frequently been held back while their contemporaries advanced and graduated. Their size was matched only by their stupidity, and they had become something of a joke at Winchester. Fortunately for them, that same size protected them from any real bullying, and they were generally left alone.
That was why they were so surprised when Gary approached them at the dance and suggested that it might be a good idea for them to go into the locker room “to check things out.” They had been puzzled but found most things puzzling, so they just shrugged their shoulders and ambled into the locker room. The sound of a male voice greeted them as they moved slowly down the short passageway leading to the main changing room.
The voice was low and hoarse with lust. The Schaefer brothers hurried forward as best they could and peered around the corner into the room.
“Oh, yes...fuck me...fuck me.”
It was Tyler Richards—the Tyler Richards—sliding up and down on the hard cock of the guy lying on a bench. His pants were around his ankles, and they could see the cock sliding in and out of his asshole. The brothers looked on in astonishment.
Tyler had stopped formulating words and was panting and whimpering as the pace sped up. His shirt was undone, and he was frantically mauling his tits. His chest glistened with sweat as his lithe body bobbed on the impaling cock.
“Holy cow!” Simon, the younger of the two brothers, could not contain himself. Frank swatted him on the back of the head, but it was too late; the damage was done.
Tyler stopped bouncing and looked up in shock. Someone was watching! Beneath him, Logan struggled, trying to sit up. Tyler fought to hold him down. He was just about to come! However, when Logan saw Frank and Simon standing with their mouths gaping open, Logan cursed and scrambled back along the bench. His cock pulled out of Tyler’s sopping boy-pussy just before he came, spraying sperm onto his stomach and legs.
“No!” Tyler grabbed it and tried to push it back into his boy-cunt before it stopped spraying; it did not count unless he came inside, but Logan was too quick, twisting out from under him and scrambling quickly to his feet. Flushing red with embarrassment, he pulled his pants up, pushed blindly past the Schaefer brothers, and ran out the door and into the gym. There was a brief surge of lousy rock music, and the door slammed shut with a loud bang.
Tyler sat straddling the bench, panting with rage and frustration as the still-warm sperm dribbled down his stomach and coagulated in his pubic hair. It did not count! And he was still so horny. He heard a sound in front of him and looked up. The Schaefer brothers, mortified and confused, were turning to leave.
“Wait,” Tyler yelled.
Frank turned and looked at him.
‘Oh god,’ Tyler thought, ‘the Schaefers. He felt like crying as he regarded their obese bodies and uninteresting faces. Outwardly, however, he smiled his most seductive smile and, feeling like an absolute faggot, gestured for the two brothers to come forward. His left hand crept up and tweaked his nipple. An involuntary shudder of pleasure ran through his body.
Maybe it would not be so bad.
“The Schaefers?” Jason burst out laughing. “That’s great. Just perfect.”
“Not only that,” Gary continued, “but I think the younger one has fallen in love with him. He’s already asked him out for the weekend.” He lounged back in his seat with his feet on the desk beside his computer.
“And?” The question came from Neil. He sat up beside Jason on Gary’s bed.
“Well, he accepted,” Sean answered, “for five dollars, of course.” The four teenagers burst out laughing. “Wouldn’t want them to think he was cheap or anything like that.”
They were relaxing in Gary’s bedroom, reviewing the updated database on Tyler’s “conquests” and entering new information. Gary had been forced to add a new category for repeat performances. At the top of the list were Tim Myers and Dennis Baxter, two guys from Tyler’s Recreation class; they had each fucked him or been sucked by him sixteen times.
“But the best part,” Sean continued, as the laughter died, “was that he wanted to take him out in public; to a movie of something.” This brought fresh laughter.
“So, what did he do?” Jason asked. The usually shy boy was beginning to feel more confident around these people. They were his friends.
“What could he do? He came on all seductive and told him how he would rather spend his time with him alone, in private, so that they could have more fun. So, he invited him to his place for a little ‘fun.’”
Another round of laughter.
“So, what about the latest round of pictures?” Neil asked a few moments later. “The first set did pretty well. Any luck with the new ones.”
Gary smiled crookedly. “Oh yes,” he answered. “The entire series we shot with him sucking you off has been downloaded like crazy. You’re going to be famous, or your cock will be famous, at least.”
Neil was impressed. “Cool.”
“How much?” Sean asked.
“Four thousand,” Gary answered. “The set with him and the dildo has been doing exceptionally well too.”
Jason looked on, unbelieving, as Gary split up the money. He had only become involved in the group’s activities after the first set of pictures had been taken, and he had no idea they were making so much money.
“Uh...guys?” He had an idea. “Maybe we can get Paul involved in this somehow. I could use some of that money.”
Gary looked up at him. “Would he do it? Would he pose for pictures?”
Jason thought for a moment.
“Well, it might take some convincing, particularly if he knows they’ll be on the web.”
“Oh, don’t tell him that,” Sean interrupted. “Tyler doesn’t know. We got him to sign a release one night while he was high on Gary’s drugs. All he knows is that we’re taking the pictures for our use.”
A slow grin began to creep across Jason’s face. That was possible, and he sure could use the money.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Gary nodded and went back to counting the money. The four teenagers sat silently for a few moments, contemplating their profits.
“So,” Neil said eventually. “What’s this I hear about another football party?”
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