Shakey Psyche

Rutilus

Chapters 32-36

"Daniel?"

I barely even heard him and made even less of an effort to answer back. He rose to his feet from behind me and walked away. I didn't want to, but I began to move out of protective curl-ball and stand. I stood on shaky feet, but after steadying myself, I followed him into the house proper.

"Can I get cleaned up?" I asked in a raspy voice. He nodded and showed me where the bathroom was.

My torn hole bled less than I figured that it would, which is a good thing. It wasn't as damaged as I believed. My fingers, toes, balls, and especially cock, hurt, but the ache was diminishing. After flushing his jizm out of me and down the toilet, I slowly walked out and into the living room.

"How bad is it?" I asked him.

"I was going to ask you that question," he said with a smirk, but saw me and stopped.

"I meant Sloan," I said with a cross look.

He took a deep breath before speaking again.

"After the experience in the garage, I can probably assume that you do care a great deal for him. And after that, I think you can assume that I will keep your secret. So, with that, I would like to know how far your feelings go for him."

I took my own deep breath and thought about what he had just said; summing up the whole experience with him. I needed the moment to gather my own thoughts. He was right; he couldn't say anything to anyone any more than Sloan or I could.

"He's my master in just about everything," I said simply. "You probably know by now that he is the one that's caused my throat to take a man's cock. Well, it goes beyond that and I am not ashamed of it, but I can't go around talking about it, either."

"Understandable," he answered.

"Now, how bad is it?"

"Bad. Very bad, Daniel."

"He's going to die?" All he did was nod. "And he knows this?" Another nod. "Do you know how long?"

"A matter of months. He's putting his affairs in order before it happens."

"How do you know all this?"

"I saw him one day at the hospital after he was there this past summer. I got curious and looked into it without anyone knowing. He found out about it and we talked at his house on Friday."

I got a real hard look on my face as anger began surging through me. He saw this and grabbed me by my arms.

"I know you feel betrayed by him not telling you himself, but that was his choice and you have a choice of your own."

"Yeah, to kill him early or let the disease take him," I said with the utmost sarcasm that I could muster.

"No," he said, forcing me to look at him. "You can be angry with him and waste what little time you have left with him, or accept it and his decision and try to make the most out of the next few months."

I nodded, but I just wanted him away from me so I could dress and leave. He backed off and I began to do just that; get dressed. Once I was dressed, he walked me to the door. He stopped me before I left.

"I would like to see you again, if you want to, that is."

"Not with that monster you're sporting between your legs, Doctor," I told him. He looked a little shocked at that statement, but only for a moment, and then smiled. "At least not for a while," I rescinded.

He nodded to me and I left the house, but a great deal sore. My butt was the most sore after the torture of taking that thing he swings when he walks. My fingers and other puncture wounds were subsiding, but it was my torn hole that bothered me the most. I headed home on my bike and ate dinner in silence. I had a lot to think about. I remember not being able to get much sleep that night. I kept waking up, thinking that he was already gone.

The next day at school, I barely paid attention to anything. Harry and Jenn asked me if anything was wrong, but I dismissed them that I was just tired. Ton was concerned, too, but remained silent. By midday I had made up my mind how I was going to handle the problem; continue on as normal. If Sloan didn't wish me to know about his illness, then out of my love and respect for him, I'll honor that wish and let it be. But, it was going to require all of the acting ability that I could muster to accomplish this.

Upon entry into his house, I did my usual and was ready for my lessons. I was determined to not show him that I knew anything about his condition. We made it through that day without incident or acknowledgement of anything out of place. That whole week went by quite easily, as I found that if I just concentrated on what I was doing, then no one would think anything was amiss.

Friday night, after getting royally fucked by my master, I was tied upside-down to the same wall he uses with James. Spread-eagled with a fairly large dildo shoved up my ass and left for the night. My head was pounding before the lights were even turned out. After a few hours, the pounding ceased, but I was still unable to get any sleep; just impossible in that position.

When March blew into town, and the weather was turning nicer, my training became even more intense. We had just over a year to go before the Kumite, and a lot less time with each other. It seemed imperative to him that I learned all that he had to teach me before he was unable to continue. But events would change all those plans.

It happened on the Friday before spring break. I walked home with my friends and we parted at our normal spot. As I got closer to Sloan's house, I heard strange noises coming from that area. I thought the worst had happened, so I ran the rest of the way, coming upon three police cars outside the house. I ran inside without thought or regard for my own safety.

Police were everywhere. I went to one of them.

"What's going on, here?" I asked, with a bit of an attitude for good measure.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"You're in Sloan Carpenter's house, and you're asking me who I am?" I asked, with even more attitude.

"I am Detective Russell, son. Now, who are you?"

"Daniel Bowman," I answered curtly.

"Well, Daniel Bowman, I'm assuming you know Mr. Carpenter…?" He asked, leading me to the answer and I nodded. "What is your relationship with him?"

"He's teaching me martial arts. What are you doing here?" I asked, turning it back on him.

"I'm asking the questions, here," he retorted.

"If you want me to answer your questions, you answer mine," I said. Thank you, Doctor for that one.

"Fair enough. Your teacher has been charged with statutory rape and inappropriate behavior with a minor." He informed me simply. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you? Has he done anything inappropriate with you?"

"What would you define as 'inappropriate'?" I didn't know exactly what 'statutory rape' was, but I had a good idea. As far as the rest of it, I can guess.

"Don't get cute with me, kid."

"Sorry, can't help it; I was born this way and only got cuter."

His partner actually laughed, but a hard look made the man stop in his tracks.

"So, you think you're funny?"

"Yeah…," I began, but I saw Sloan and ran to him. "Master!"

I hugged him, but he couldn't return the sentiment as his hands were cuffed behind his back. I was indignant at that and turned back to Russell.

"Leave him alone!" I told him with as much feeling as I could get.

Russell made a move with his head and another cop came over to pull me away from Master Sloan. I kicked him in the nuts and did a roundhouse to send him to the floor. Two other cops recovered from their shocks and came at me. I jump-kicked one in the face, but the other got me around the waist. He got an elbow to his face for his troubles. After he released me, I turned towards him to deliver a kick as well, but my master stopped me.

"Daniel!!"

I stopped and turned towards him.

"This won't help, Daniel. You need to stop this before you make it worse."

"How can this be worse, Master? I won't let them take you!"

"Yes, you will," he said. It was with such authority that he said it, that I backed down.

I nodded, but turned back to Russell.

"Let him go," I told him.

"I can't, kid," he said back to me.

"Can't you see that he's sick?"

"Oh, he's sick, alright," he said, then laughed at his own joke. I really wanted to shove my foot down his throat for that, but I refrained. It wasn't easy, either.

"I mean he's dying, asshole," I shot back.

Russell then stopped and looked at Sloan. I heard a gasp from my right and turned towards my master. He knew I knew and nothing else needed to be said about it.

Nothing I did that day made any difference. They took him away anyway. He was arrested and taken to the police station for processing. They took me with them to the station to ask me more questions. Of course my parents had to be informed about all of this and that made things so much better. I didn't say another word about our relationship. If they were going to bury him for anything, I wasn't going to help them by giving them more ammunition.

Laying all the details aside, he was put on trial for having sexual relations with a boy of about ten or so a few years removed. Now, where does that sound familiar? The district attorney talked to me about testifying in the trial, but I refused to do so. He tried different persuasions and arguments, but got no where with me. It wasn't until he tried blackmail that things turned serious.

"Do what?" I asked, not believing what he had just said.

"The doctor that examined you last week reported that you had some signs of abuse," he started.

They had a doctor on their payroll take a look at me for any signs of mistreatment. I knew exactly what he was talking about, but tried to play it off.

"Yeah, I'm a martial arts student. I get bumps and bruises; it comes with the territory."

From the look on his face, it wasn't working worth a shit.

"Does that include performing oral sex?"

"Excuse me?"

"The report states that your throat is abnormally large in different areas, indicative of oral sex activity." He paused to make me think about that before continuing. "Now, either he's doing this to you, or someone else is. Say, someone like your father, perhaps…?"

That was when I picked up on his intentions.

"You're telling me, that if I don't testify against Sloan that you're going to arrest my father for forcing me to have sex?"

"Call it an incentive," he said with a sneer.

I was beaten, and I knew it. I told them I would do as they asked, as long as they left my family alone. The look on his face was almost rapturous. Another one on my list to have my foot shoved down his throat.

Of course all events were made public, and even though my actual name was left out of the news and papers, my fellow students knew it was me. Although Harry and Jenn remained true to me, the others did avoid me like the plague. That was just fine with me. My principal did the same, and I fully understood his feelings. I also saw less and less of Ton; also understandable.

My parents were shocked and dismayed that I wouldn't tell them that Sloan was using me for a sex toy. Like that would happen. They began looking at me differently each time they saw me. I was what they most feared; a faggot. I was undesirable in their eyes. The church also shunned me. I was left out of many youth functions. I suppose one could say that my life ended on that day as well as Sloan's.

They never let me see Sloan between the time of his arrest and the time of the actual trial. Over those months before the trial, they coached me to say the right things at the right times and behave the right ways at the right times. I followed all their leads. But, I had a different idea in mind.

The day of Sloan's trial came up in June of that year. I was now twelve. I won't even discuss that birthday. Anyway, my family drove me to the courthouse to testify against my master. I was dressed in Sunday clothes; even had a tie on. I was the epitome of an all American boy. Made me want to gag just looking in the mirror. When we got inside the courtroom, I saw Sloan. I knew enough not to do anything towards him. I couldn't betray my feelings for him.

Each attorney had their opening statements. Then the boy, now a man of twenty, testified about Sloan's activities with him. They were fairly graphic in detail. Thankfully, I was wearing dark pants, as I actually got a hard-on listening to him, thinking that it was me he was doing all of this to. I began smiling at my own memories with Sloan. The man went on and on, describing what happened. He seemed like he was ashamed of it all. Finally, it was over, though. The attorney for Sloan questioned him of the activities outside the sexual ones. Finally, that was over.

"We call Daniel Oliver Bowman III to the stand," the prosecution announced to the court.

I took a deep breath and made my way to the stand. I was sworn in and after giving my name and status, I sat down.

"Daniel, will you please tell the court the day you met Mr. Carpenter?" He asked me.

"Yes, sir," I said and told the story of that first day twenty months prior. I left out the part of the man going there for bondage fun.

"Did he offer to teach you martial arts?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did anything happen beyond that?"

"Beyond that, sir?"

He was a little befuddled at that, but recovered quickly.

"Yes, Daniel. Did he ever touch you?"

"Yes, sir," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Whenever he had me stand a certain way, or to show me a move, or to get me to do a certain maneuver. Sure."

His irritation was beginning to show a little.

"I mean, inappropriately, Daniel," he said, getting a little bit annoyed.

"Inappropriately, sir?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"Alright, did he ever have sex with you?" He asked, just driving the point as straight as he could under the circumstances.

"That's disgusting, sir. No, sir!" I almost screamed, while wrinkling my nose.

The panel erupted in chatter, including the jury. The judge gaveled to quiet everyone down. The prosecutor was red-faced, now. Severely red-faced. He turned to the judge.

"You're honor, I would like to treat this witness as a hostile witness."

"You haven't seen hostile yet, stupid," I told him, quite angrily. I thought I heard a juror snicker at that one, but I didn't turn to look. I had my gaze focused solely on the prosecuting attorney. But, if looks could kill, I'd have been dead right then and there.

"This witness testified under oath that Mr. Carpenter repeatedly had sex with him," he stated flatly.

"Only after you threatened my family, Mister," I came back with.

"What do you mean?" The judge asked, finally entering the conversation. I took a deep breath before answering.

"He said that the doctor that they had paid to have me examined reported that someone was abusing me. And if I didn't cooperate by helping them that they were going to blame my father for it."

The attorney turned about as white as a sheet. He tried to recover from that one, but it was no use.

"Your honor, if you want to know about Sloan Carpenter, I would be happy to tell you. If anyone is willing to listen, that is."

"Go ahead," he said, overruling the quick objections of the prosecuting attorney.

"When I met Sloan, I was a shy kid with no self-confidence. I didn't know how to handle myself in a fight, or with other people. Since then, I've had straight A's in school, I walk with a degree of confidence and feel a lot better about myself and who I am. He's shown nothing but respect and love and support for me ever since I've known him.

"I have grown to love and admire the man that I've come to call Master Sloan. I can't imagine anyone accusing him of forcing them to do anything they don't already want. Sloan Carpenter is a man that I want to be like when I grow up. I only hope that I'm half as good as he is."

I was already close to tears when I started that last statement, but they flowed freely afterward. I smiled at Sloan, wiped my face, took a deep breath, and continued.

"Has he touched me? Yes. In a way I was uncomfortable with? No. Did he ever do anything to me I didn't like? Only when it was for my own good."

I turned to the judge.

"Your honor, Sloan Carpenter doesn't have many months to live. It would be an injustice to have him live them out in a prison cell."

The prosecution objected at that, and it was sustained, but my point was made, nonetheless. After enduring a significantly more abundant questions over whether Sloan and I had sex or not, I was passed off for the defending attorney who had no questions for me.

I had laid the ground work for the defense to hopefully take the reigns and run with the speculation that the district attorney forced the other boy, now man, to do the same thing; testify against his client, Sloan. He took it. After another day of some more testimonies and very little evidence, Sloan's trial ended. Six hours later, a verdict was rendered; not guilty.

When the verdict was read, I ran to him and grabbed onto him tightly. He returned my hug, but then fell weak. He collapsed right there.

"Master?" I asked as he fell to the floor.

He didn't speak. We called 911 and he was immediately rushed to the hospital. My parents drove us to the hospital behind the ambulance. The doctors did all they could for him, but his condition was not good. The trial itself had taken a lot out of him. They moved him to the intensive care ward. He never left the room, and neither did I.

My doctor "friend" paid me a few visits, but we didn't talk all that much. My parents tried to encourage me to leave, but I wasn't going anywhere. I remained with him the whole of the month it took him to pass. If there was ever any regret there, it was that I wished he'd regained consciousness one last time so we could talk just once more, but it didn't happen. Master Sloan Carpenter died, to the day, one month after his acquittal.

Chapter Thirty-Three
A Little Help From My Friends

Three days following the funeral, and yes, I did continue my workouts, I got a notice to appear at a 'reading'. I didn't know what that meant, but my dad explained that it was about a reading of a will. Master Sloan had left me something in his will. That surprised me a lot, actually.

We arrived at the attorney's office the next afternoon. I got a shock when no one else showed up. He told me that I was to be given everything in Master Sloan's house. He'd set it up months prior to the arrest. To say that I was shocked would be a massive understatement. The legal part of all this would be that the property would remain in his name until I turned eighteen. I didn't like that, but I had to accept it as part of the law.

"Trae?" My dad asked me on the way home that day.

"Yeah, Dad?" I answered.

"Why would Sloan leave you the house and all his possessions in his will?"

"I don't know. I know that he never had much love for his family. His brother and Cody were a part of his life, but I don't think they were all that close. I guess he felt like I deserved it or that he actually did love me back; I don't know."

"Did anything happen between you two?" He finally asked.

I had been wondering if he was ever going to ask that particular question. I had been also debating on whether or not to tell them about my activities with Master Sloan and the others. I'd come to a decision about that topic weeks prior.

"In a way," I answered and wouldn't say another word about it.

We got home and I made my way to Sloan's house. It was eerie to walk in there knowing he wasn't ever going to be there again. I went to the place where my things were kept and took out all my cuffs, my harness, slave's collar, and fox's tail buttplug. I lovingly put them into a small tote bag and then headed back to my parents' house. I offered to my mom that I would cook dinner for the family that evening. She cautiously agreed.

When the time came, I took my clothes off and put on my slave's things. I locked the door to the kitchen before beginning the preparations for dinner. The dinner would be a simple one; chicken parmesan with spaghetti on the side. A salad was placed in the middle of the table. Three places were set at the table. Nervous would be a word that wouldn't even come close to what I was feeling at that time. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Dinner's ready," I announced to them.

I thought another burial was on the horizon when my mother walked into the room. My father just put his head in his hand and shook it. Brad snickered. I stood stock-still in my resting pose by the table; ready to serve. I stood aside and offered a seat to my mother.

"What's all this?" She asked.

"Dinner, Miss," I answered simply.

"I meant, the outfit, Trae," she said, frustratingly.

"My slave's clothes, Miss. Please have a seat."

"What's that thing?" Brad asked, pointing to my tail.

"My tail, sir," I said, showing him a chair.

My dad looked at me in a hard way and I knew to drop the act for a moment.

"You asked if anything ever happened between us. This is my way of showing you what our relationship was like. I was his slave; he was my master. In every way a master can be one.

"When you asked him about paying for my martial arts lessons, he and I had already worked out a payment plan. This was it. Sort of."

They were still looking at me with looks of serious revulsion.

"This is…," was all my mother could get out.

"What I am, Miss," I answered. "Master Sloan didn't make me this way; he just taught me and I learned. I enjoyed just about everything that we did together. What I said at the trial was true; he never did anything to me that I didn't either like or need."

"So, he did have sex with you?" My father asked, trying to bring things into his realm of understanding.

"Almost daily since the December that I was ten. It hurt at first, but after a while, I began to enjoy all aspects of it.

"Now, please, have a seat; your dinner is getting cold."

"You're not going to eat?" Brad asked, picking up on it.

"Slaves don't eat with their superiors, sir."

"Go get dressed, Trae," my father said simply.

"I am dressed, sir," I returned to him.

"I mean, get dressed properly."

I realized right then that they would never accept me for the slave I was wanting to be and showing them this was probably a mistake. I sighed and then made my way to my room. I then thought about all that had happened and made my decision right then to leave. I got some clothes on over my bindings and harness (I packed my tail down my leg for the journey), packed up some others in the bag, and then left the room. My parents were sitting down at the table, but had not started eating yet.

"Where are you going?" My mother's brilliance showing.

"To my house," I said matter-of-factly.

"Your house…?" And then it hit her. My house. Sloan's house.

She was about to argue, but my father stopped her.

"If he wants to leave, then let him leave."

She was shocked at this, but I didn't stick around to hear the argument. I just turned on my heel and left the house. I thought that I might have a negative reaction to all of that, but I didn't. As I walked, I actually began to feel better about things.

When I got to the house, I looked around. It had been a few months since anyone had been in here and that was when the cops were here. The place needed cleaning, so I cleaned, wearing nothing but my slave's clothes. When I was finished cleaning, it was late, but I wound up looking at the sword on the mantle of the fireplace. I wanted one of my own, now more than ever, I wanted one. I needed to get back on my training, though.

I found a tape with my name on it. I played it in the Beta VCR. It was Sloan. When I saw his face, it made me tear up again. He told me some things that I needed to know to complete my training. All the lessons that I would need were on that tape. Specifics and otherwise were all on there. Everything I would need, except him.

I found the bench Sloan had tied me up to a few times and brought it from the basement. The fucking machine was brought up next and placed at the end of it. But how do I secure myself to this for the duration of the night without having the possibility of chickening out? Then I remembered a small safe my master had. I got it and put it at the other end of the bench. I remembered the combination and opened it.

From there, I turned out all the lights except for the one in the living room, which was set on a timer and would go off within the next half hour. I removed my wrist cuffs, harness, and tail next. My thigh, knee, and ankle cuffs were secured to the legs of the bench as I bent over the end of it, placing my torso on top. The fucking machine was lined up behind me and then the dildo was inserted inside my ass. As I wasn't used to being penetrated, it stung a little, but I handled it.

A set of cuffs were locked to the opposite end of the bench, unable to allow my hands to move around once I put my wrist in them. I put a ball gag in my mouth and locked it in place. The key to the handcuffs was thrown into the safe and then the safe was closed. I turned the face of the dial away from me, but that wasn't necessary; once the light went out, the dark would be all-encompassing.

I took the wired remote to the fucking machine and, after taking a deep breath, turned it on. The dildo shoved hard into my ass, causing me some pain, but I was determined to go through with this. If my master were doing this, there'd be no backing out of it. I threw the remote as far away from me as I could get it. A long lock was placed on my elbow cuffs, somewhat locking them together under the bench. I then reached up for the cuffs and, after another deep breath, locked my wrists fairly tightly into the handcuffs. I was there for the duration; no getting out of this one.

The light went off a little less than ten minutes later, leaving me alone in the dark with a machine fucking my ass. The thing about the machine, was that there was no bargaining with it. It did its job; to fuck me. I couldn't get out of it now. An hour or so later, it felt that long, my ass began to hurt due to the friction. I had to bear the thing now. No one was going to come to my rescue now. Not my master, my friends, or my parents.

I was alone.

As the dildo continued to pummel mercilessly into me, that thought sunk in now more than ever. I was hit repetitively with that thing and my isolation seemed more and more pronounced. My eyes watered and I cried at the horrible thought. My master was gone. Enduring the pain of the impersonal fucking machine made me realize it all too much. It never relented and after another long time, I began to panic; it was beginning to seriously hurt. I'd been fucked by it before, but it had been a while since anything had been inside me and I wasn't used to it. But I still wasn't getting out of it.

I pulled on the cuffs to let me out, but they were just as unyielding. I cried and I tried to scream, but the ball gag prevented much sound from escaping. I did try my best to get out of it, but it was nothing doing. I even tried to undo the combination to the safe in the dark, but I just couldn't make it work.

Hours upon endless hours, I endured the heartless rape of the machine. I had no one to blame but myself, of course, but by the time the sun was rising, I was beyond blame. As soon as I could begin making out the numbers and notches on the safe, I began working them into opening it. On the first attempt, I'd failed. A surge of panic ran through me, but I settled myself down and tried again. The second time was a success.

I hurriedly undid the cuffs and the lock to my elbow cuffs. I scrambled for the remote and punched the stop button. I gasped at the sensation of the thing finally stopping. God, I was so fucking sore. Achingly, I undid myself from the bench, and then pulled my ass off the invading imitation cock. I turned and looked at it; there was some blood on the shaft, which made me a little nauseous.

Without much to say to no one, I staggered to the shower to get cleaned up for the day. I had a small cry in the shower as the blood ran off my legs and down the drain, but otherwise I handled the experience very well. It was going to be a long one. I was still determined to work out to get myself ready for the Kumite. I was able to make a quick breakfast before the day got going. I found some money hidden in the house, where I knew Sloan had hidden it, and got some groceries.

After talking to the attorney who handled Sloan's estate and setting up a few things where I could draw some money out when needed, I began training in earnest. The whole afternoon was spent doing just that. Harry and Jenn got there that afternoon and spent the rest of the day with me as I trained. We talked about what happened between me and my parents and then nothing really important.

"I may need your help in a day or two," I told them when I was done with the workout. I had grabbed a towel and sat down between them.

"With what?" Jenn asked.

"Master Sloan used to tie me up for the night in some weird, uncomfortable position and leave me."

"The whole night?!" Harry asked, incredulously.

"Yeah," I said, nodding to him. "It was only once a week, but he did it to stretch my endurance. I need you to do the same thing."

"No," Harry said flatly. I kind of expected that. So, I turned to Jennifer.

"You really need this, Daniel?"

"Yeah, I do. It was important to him that I push myself to endure the pain as well as the absence of sleep. I have less than one year to get myself into fighting shape and I can't do it totally alone." I paused a moment. "Please?"

"Once a week?" She asked, making sure.

"I may have to bump that up to twice a week pretty soon, but right now, yes, once a week. Just come untie me the next day, please."

She smirked at that and turned to Harry.

"Both of us will help you, Daniel," she said, looking back at me.

Harry relented by nodding. He didn't want to, but he also didn't want to lose her as a girlfriend or me as a friend. So, it was set. They would be there on Friday to get me into some position that was painful or uncomfortable for the night. But that was several days away. That night, I got some serious sleep; as was really needed. The rest of the week, I just worked out and did mundane things around the house. It was difficult not to think about Sloan, but I managed. My parents never visited me; not once.

Friday came along and after a full day of working out, I got ready for the night. I thought about how I was going to spend that night. The fucking machine was out of the question; I was still recovering from my previous encounter with that thing. I grabbed the amount of ropes I needed and headed into the guest room. I got a pail from the garage and put it at the foot of the bed. The doorbell rang at the right time and I let my friends inside.

The only things I was wearing at the time were my ankle and wrist cuffs and harness. Even though I wasn't using the fucking machine, I used its dildo. It was fit inside me and the harness kept it in place. It hurt, but needed it to hurt. This was not the time to 'pussy out' of anything.

"You're sure about this, Daniel?" Jennifer asked.

"I have to do it, Jenn. Master Sloan would want me to continue no matter what."

"And you're doing this for him?" Harry asked.

"No, for me. I have to do this. If I don't at the very least attempt this, everything I've been through will mean nothing."

Harry saw my common sense reasoning in that and had no further objections to it. We headed back to the room I was setting up. We walked into the room and I got on the bed. I showed them what I wanted done.

"As long as you're sure about it."

"Master Sloan did it to me before, but not like what I've got in mind."

They weren't too sure of it, but trusted me that I kind of knew what I was doing. I laid down on the bed and they tied my hands and feet to the four posters of the bed. When Jenn reached for my groin, my cock stiffened reflexively.

"So you do like girls, then," she commented.

"It's been a while since I've cum, Jenn. It'd get hard if the wind blew in the wrong direction right now."

Harry snickered as she started to work. A strap was wrapped around my nuts and tied off to secure them. I had her pull on the free end to make sure; it was not coming loose. That free end was then tied to a string leading over a rail at the foot of the bed and then down to the pail. The string was tightened to be raised up about eighteen inches [45 cm] below the railing.

"Okay, now the ice," I said to them.

Harry nodded and then left the room. Jenn fit the ball gag into my mouth and then secured it around the back of my head. As Harry entered the room, she was reaching for the blindfold. The last thing I saw was Harry tying the bag of ice to the railing above the pail. A hole was already made in the bottom of the plastic bag to allow the water to drip as the ice melted. The continuous added weight would make this night difficult to get through.

The blindfold was put into place. Jenn used some tape to keep it over my eyes. I felt the pillows yanked out from under my head and then someone left the room.

"You're sure you want this all night?" Jenn asked. I took a deep breath and nodded my head to her. "See you in the morning, then."

I heard her leave the room as well. I knew I could trust the two of them with this and my house. They descended the stairs together, and then the front door opened and then close. I had given Jenn a key to the house, so the front door was locked as they left. I was alone again. My nuts weren't in any real pain. Yet.

I got comfortable, and tried to get some sleep, knowing that I would be in some severe pain later as the water flowed into the pail. The dildo added that touch of pain that always accompanied these types of experiences. Within a short period of time, I knew I had fallen asleep. Later, I wasn't sure how long, I moved and pain came from my groin area. As I woke, I wasn't sure what was going on, but I soon clued into my situation.

As the night wore on, I couldn't get back to sleep, due to continuously added pain to my family jewels. Time drew out like a long thunderstorm. My pain and discomfort increased; both my nuts and my ass were going through some serious torment. Being blindfolded, I couldn't tell the time or have any clue as to just how much had passed. That added to my mental torture. How much longer would I be here before Jenn and Harry returned?

IF they returned…

No. They'll return. I hope.

I soon began to really squirm in agony at it all. My fears increased about the uncertainty of their coming back for me. How much longer would I have to do this? The not knowing was almost as torturous as the pain itself. Almost, but not quite. Throughout the night, I had to raise my butt off the bed to help relieve some of the pain, but it was never totally gone.

Before I knew what was happening, the tape was being removed from my blindfold and that was being taken off as well. I squinted into the smiling face of Jennifer. Harry was at the foot of the bed. As I saw him, I saw the empty bag above the pail; all the ice had melted through the night. No wonder my nuts were on fire.

"You want out, now?"

I nodded emphatically. The ball gag was removed next. Harry removed the pail from the rope, allowing me to lower my body back to the bed. With a huge sigh to accompany it, too. I thought Jenn was going to begin untying me, but she just sat there looking at me.

"You going to let me out?"

"In a moment," Jenn said simply. "Over night Harry and I have been thinking."

"That's dangerous," I told her.

"Very funny," she said, smirking as I did the same to her. "How much of this stuff do you need to do?"

"What do you mean, Jennifer?" I asked, still wondering where she was going with this.

"Do you really need this? All of this? What you and Sloan would do and such? Because if you do, then Harry and I would be willing to take his place. If you really want to."

"You and Harry…?" I looked at Harry in disbelief. Tying me up was one thing, but this would cross a few lines that I thought was carved in stone for him. But, he seemed okay with it.

"If you want to, Daniel," he said quite simply.

I thought about what they were offering and I just couldn't see myself serving them as I had done with Sloan. Their ages being similar to mine, plus my dominance with our little group made it difficult, too. However, there were things that they could do that I would be willing to work with.

"Not totally," was my answer.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, assuming a place next to Jenn.

"I would like your help with the bondage and possibly torture areas, but I had only one master, and he's gone."

They looked at each other for a second and then nodded back to me. The three of us just simply smiled at each other again, but this time with understanding.

"Then let's get you free so you can get cleaned up," Jennifer said with a smile. "You going to need any time to relax?" She and Harry began untying my limbs from the posters of the bed.

"Without fail, Master Sloan would have me work out after a night like last night. Remember, this is to push my endurance."

We set some ground rules up as I showered that morning. Both Harry and Jennifer would have a key to the house, but would only use it when needed. My safeword would be respected at all times, excluding the times I was tied up on Friday night. We discussed their parents and how they felt about any of this; both sets were okay.

"Well, mine wouldn't understand, but they like you, Daniel," Harry said as I stepped out of the shower. "They like how you and I have become friends. They know how hard it is for me to make friends, so they'll let me come over here whenever I want. Also, they'll let me stay overnight if you need me to, as long as my school isn't affected."

I nodded at his explanation.

"You know mine, Daniel. They like you too, especially after the Davis thing last summer. You could rob a bank and they would still approve of you."

I smiled at her. They were the best of friends. The ones that would stick with me through all this craziness. I was then immensely grateful for allowing Harry a second chance last year. I hugged both of them and we made our way downstairs.

"Have you two eaten breakfast?" They shook their heads.

I made us breakfast and then I began my normal Saturday routine. As my workout was looming on the near horizon, I skipped the meal. They stayed that day and watched me workout with different utensils of my trade. We had lunch and then I got dressed, and we left to have some summer fun together.

They had church the next day, I skipped, as I was pretty much ostracized from that particular institution. But, their parents let them come over to the house and stay for the night afterward. I got into my cuffs, harness, and tail and waited for them by the front door. They arrived shortly after one o'clock.

"I like seeing you in this, you know," Jennifer said upon entry.

I smiled at the compliment and then led them into the living room.

"What would you and Sloan do next?" She asked once she sat on my sofa. I knelt down on the floor before her. Harry joined her on the sofa beside her.

"Normally, he'd have me suck his cock, but that seems impossible for this setting," I said with a little humor.

"I wonder if you're as good at licking as you are at sucking," she said with a whimsical look on her face. I looked to Harry to see if he was okay with this, and all he did was nod. But, I figured they had worked this out ahead of time, or Harry would've been not only shocked, but pissed as hell at that.

I smiled as I reached up for the catch on her jeans. Harry didn't move a muscle. I wasn't sure whether they had actually fooled around or not, but it wasn't all that important at the time. She raised her butt up so I could pull her pants and panties down to her ankles. One leg was pulled out of them and then I moved to situate myself between her legs. I looked up to what I was supposed to be licking and saw an almost hairless twat before me. Only a few strands of hair sat on top of it.

Using only my tongue, I made my way to those smooth pussy lips. She slid down a little to allow me better access. Harry watched in astonishment from the side.

My cock actually got hard as well as I was doing this, too. I reached under to begin stroking it, but Harry saw it. He moved behind me and pulled my arms towards him. Both my wrist and elbow cuffs were secured to each other, pinning my arms back severely. All I could do now, was lick her pussy till she was finished. She moved her hands down to my head and gripped my hair. Using only that for control, she directed me as to where she wanted me to lick her. I knew right then that the two of them had not only fooled around more than once, but she was the more dominant of the two.

The taste of her pussy juices were sort of tangy a little, but I certainly missed the taste of Sloan's cum and precum. I put his memory out of my mind and just concentrated on the task at hand. She began moaning after a few minutes, but it took a lot more work before she was actually cumming. I didn't stop the whole time.

When she was finished, she pushed me away from her, but didn't release my hair. I waited till she was ready again. I knew she'd show me she was ready. A few moments later, and she yanked me back to her twat. I swiped her pussy and it had her moaning almost instantly. She used me and my tongue like that for the next two hours, cumming over half a dozen times. When she was totally finished with me, she threw my head away from her, finally releasing my hair.

Harry, not to be outdone by a girl, was already naked and looking to be sucked. Copying his girlfriend, he grabbed me by my hair as well, pulling me to his also almost hairless crotch. There was a spot of hair just to the left of his cock. Even though I was shooting cum, I was still totally smooth.

He didn't bother with any preliminaries, either. My head was brought to his cock and I opened my mouth dutifully. Knowing just how to make a boy cum, it was easier and faster than it was with Jennifer. I think it was the first time he'd ever orgasmed, though. He seemed to be getting that same scared look on his face that Brad had gotten on his first time. But with his girlfriend sitting right there, he wasn't about to show any fear.

I had him cumming after only ten minutes, though. But, he needed some time to recover as well.

As he was recovering, Jennifer took over with me. Her hand was slicked up with some petroleum jelly and then slid down my erection. She stroked me fairly well, but with some inexperience. I made some suggestions along the way and she listened. As it had taken a while to get the two of them off and taken care of, I'd been keyed up the whole time. So, I lasted about five nanoseconds before cumming.

I took a deep breath and relaxed in my bonds. An idea came to me as I lay there.

"May I suggest that we order a pizza? As everyone's recovering now, by the time it gets here, you'll have another orgasm done with."

"Good idea," Jennifer said.

She discarded her jeans and panties, and then made the phone call. By the time she was finished, I was going back down on Harry's wee cock. It took longer this time, of course, but he had certainly cum for his second time just before the doorbell rang with the pizza.

Jenn, now dressed, answered it while Harry and I stayed in our places. When the door opened, the delivery guy saw the top of my head at another boy's crotch. I thought that I was low enough that he couldn't see me, but I was mistaken.

"What's going on over there?" I heard him ask. I raised my head up to see what he was talking about. Jennifer had turned to look in my direction and was obviously uncomfortable with being discovered.

"Just some kids experimenting with sex," I answered, nonplussed.

"Oh?" He asked, looking at me. Of course he was straining to see all he could see and saw my harness and my arms behind my back. "Now that's something of an experiment."

Jennifer looked to me in question, and I took a second or two before nodding my assent.

"You want some of him?" Jennifer asked, turning back to the pizza man.

"You're joking," he said, astonished at the suggestion.

"No, she's not," I said from the couch. I was hoping that I wasn't going to regret doing this, but I was so far gone into the erotic feelings that I didn't care one way or another.

The young man, probably in his mid-twenties, didn't bother answering. The bag that was holding our pizza was given to Jenn and he came into the room. Harry moved aside as he rounded the couch. The delivery guy smiled when he saw the tail, but he was also so horned up that he didn't care about the niceties. The tail was yanked out of my butt in an instant. I heard the zipper go down and his pants drop to his knees.

With one hand, he moved my bound arms higher so he could get to his goal easier. It takes no imagination what he was using the other one for. My face was mashed into the fabric of the couch the way it used to do when Sloan was fucking me here. His cock hit my sphincter and within mere seconds, he was inside me. He wasn't as large as the doctor, thank God, but he did seem a bit bigger than Sloan. The guy pounded into me like I was a piece of meat, and I was loving it. It had been too long since I had been taken like this, and I missed it.

With all the energy that he was using, it was understandable that it took almost no time for him to cum. He filled me to capacity with his semen and then collapsed onto my back. I had to move my arms aside as he did, but that was a small thing in comparison to what had just happened.

"Damn, kid, that was hot," he said into my ear. Glad to be of service once again.

He pulled out of me, zipped up, and left. That was how we got a free pizza that night.

Chapter Thirty-Four
Junior High

The days were spent working out or playing around in the subdivision. Most mornings, I would lay out and get a tan all over my body. I was fairly tan by the end of the summer with only small, faint tan-lines. I also grew my hair out. Without my parents around to stop me, I could do what I always wanted with my hair length; make it longer. And I liked it.

The attorney that Sloan had worked with set up a fund that I could draw some money from on a monthly basis. It was sort of an allowance. All my house bills were paid by the trust fund Sloan set up, but I needed money for things like food and clothing (of course I could have gone without that if I didn't go to school). So, my needs were taken care of without me having to do much at all.

The Friday before school started, I spent the evening tied up in a severe hogtie and either licking Jennifer's twat, which was growing a hair every other day, or sucking Harry's cock. The small, private preteen orgy lasted almost all night long. While I was taking care of them, my legs were bent at the knees and were pushed as far apart as they could go and the fucking machine pummeled me non-stop. They took care of my own carnal needs during the night as well; I finished with about three orgasms, myself. They finally passed out at about two o'clock in the morning, but I still had to contend with a heartless machine boring into me.

"You okay?" Jennifer asked as we were walking around that Saturday afternoon.

"Yeah, just a little sore. I hate that fucking machine, no pun intended, but it has its uses." Both smiled at me, getting the joke.

"Well, we're going to be junior high students in a couple of days," Harry commented needlessly.

"Yep," I agreed, "and ready for college soon."

"Or so they say," Jennifer added.

Sunday was spent alone. Their parents had to buy them their things for school. I was already ready for classes, as I had done my shopping the previous week. Monday all we did was just hang out and be together as friends without any sexual contact whatsoever.

Tuesday came around and we gathered at the appropriate corner for the bus to pick us up for school. The three of us talked about nothing in particular and three others that we had known in elementary school joined us. They didn't even bother talking to me, so the other two were ignored as well.

"Good to know some people don't forget things," Jennifer said with a touch of sarcasm in her voice.

The bus picked us up and we slid inside. We sat together, those two in one seat and me behind them, talking about the new adventure of a new school. It took about half an hour of travel and other pickups before we made it to school. It was nice, actually. A series of buildings with walkways between them and awnings covering the walkways. The gym was large enough to hold at least three different classes simultaneously. Most of the students congregated in an area outside the cafeteria, waiting for the bell. Harry, Jenn and I made our way into the fray.

I saw a lot of students from my previous year, but Ton was no where to be seen. I wasn't surprised at that. I figured his masters kept him out of school and just taught him from their home. Brian and his gang were there, but not making nuisances of themselves. For once. I'd have to say that about ninety percent of those I saw were new to me. I found out later that three different primary schools dumped into this one at this grade.

My collar got a lot of looks from a lot of people. Some snickered and pointed, while others looked like they couldn't wait for school to be over for the day to get one for themselves. Good luck with that.

"If these people only knew what this collar actually meant," I said to them under my breath.

"Yeah, they'd probably run for the hills," Harry answered back.

"Or join us," Jenn offered. The three of us looked at each other for a split second and then shook our heads.

"Nah," we chorused and then laughed at ourselves.

We were sitting down on one of the concrete benches spread out on the grass of the gathering area when an older kid walked up to us.

"So, you two with her?" He asked, pointing out the m�nage a trio.

"I am," Harry answered. I was a bit taken aback that he would actually stand up to the older boy.

"I'm just a friend," I added.

"Well," he said, looking just at Jennifer, "when you want a real man, come and see me."

"I'll be sure to get my shots before I do," she came back with. I just had to laugh at that retort. It was a pretty good come back.

"Smart mouth. The only thing a mouth on a girl is good for is to have a cock shoved inside it."

"You sure you can find yours?" I asked, butting into the conversation. "Or should I get a pair of tweezers for you?"

"Shut up, Dog," he hissed at me.

"Now, there's an insult I haven't heard before. You getting your material from a lady's room wall?"

He came at me in a flash, but I was so far ahead of him that he looked like he was moving in slow motion. I just simply slid off the concrete bench and onto the ground, bringing my foot up to his unprotected groin at the same time. As he bowled over, I rolled away, getting to my feet.

"You little faggot," he cursed at me.

"Another new one. Well, you're just an overflowing well of catchy phrases. Aren't you?"

He recovered faster than I thought, but slower than my reflexes. He swung his fist upwards, but I simply turned and brought my foot around to the other side of me as I turned, nailing his hip. I backed away from him and did an extended kick to his face. As he fell backwards, I jumped and came around with an extremely smooth roundhouse. In seconds, he was on the ground, in some severe pain, screaming about his nose.

"Ever get the feeling that you have to prove yourself everywhere you go?" I asked, looking at Harry.

He smiled, but it dimmed quickly. I turned around to see where he was looking and a teacher was on his way over to us. I turned back to Harry just as fast.

"Just tell the truth. Sloan always told me to tell the truth about things and let the chips fall where they may."

Both of them nodded back to me. The teacher arrived, a Mr. Hawk, and asked what happened. We told him the truth, while the kid on the ground denied his involvement in it. The four of us were taken to the principal's office.

"Well, that was quick," I said, sitting down in the main part of it.

"What?" Harry asked, looking in my direction.

"We haven't even gotten to a class yet, and we're already getting to see the principal. It must be a new record in the history of this school."

Both of them laughed back at me and that in and of itself helped them calm down a little. A few minutes later, the principal came out and had the three of us file into his office one at a time to explain the incident. Jennifer was first, then Harry, and I was last. The kid was still in the nurse's office getting his nose fixed. I told the principal exactly what was said and done; no embellishments.

"Your two friends told me the same story, Daniel," he said, looking down at his paper. "I'm sending a note home with you, telling your parents about this. Have them sign it and bring it back tomorrow. You're going to be given three days' lunchtime detention."

"Sir, I don't have parents," I informed him. He looked as if he didn't believe me, so I told him of my summer. He sat there, listening intently until I was finished. I left out a few details, of course, but otherwise told him most of the truth.

"So, you're living by yourself," he said, bringing the whole thing into a simple idea.

"Yes, sir, I am. I know we're new here, sir, but believe me when I say that I'm not here to make trouble, and I will do my work. Just because my master is dead doesn't mean he's gone; at least not to me."

He sat back for a second, "templing" his fingers under his chin. After what was a long few seconds, he sat back up, leaned over the desk, and looked intently at me.

"Alright, Mr. Bowman, I'll take you at your word, but the detention remains," he said flatly.

"Understood, sir," I answered.

I was dismissed just as the bell was ringing. The three of us made our way to our classes. We had a revolving schedule, so we didn't have all of our classes together. But, one class we did share was band. I was interested in playing the trombone, and so I picked that for that subject. Something else to occupy my time in the evenings. Harry chose the trumpet, and Jennifer took the French horn. As the sounds of those particular instruments sounded close enough together, we could easily make a musical trio. Funny how things work out.

The rest of our schedule had us meeting a few times with each other, but band was the only one that we had together. I had Harry in two other classes, Science and Math, and Jennifer in two other different classes, English and History. Those two had gym class together. I was by myself in that one; disappointing, but acceptable.

"Have an interesting summer, eh?" I heard an all-too-familiar voice ask from behind me as I sat down on the bleachers for gym class.

"Piss off, Brian," I said, turning back to him.

"I'm not looking for a fight, Trae," he said, raising his hands in surrender. After this morning's display, I was sure no one wanted that from me, but Brian was especially stupid, so anything's possible.

"I go by 'Daniel', now," I informed him. After this past summer, the nickname just didn't seem to fit me any longer. Besides, since I was no longer with my parents, I didn't need to worry about the confusion between me and my father.

The gym teacher handed out our gym clothes to us, but we didn't do anything else, for lack of time. We just sort of talked amongst each other. Mr. Hawk turned out to be my and Jennifer's history teacher. I liked him almost immediately. He seemed genuine about wanting to teach and have the love for it and history. The other teachers were fairly unremarkable.

"Not too bad of a first day," Harry said on the bus ride home. I knew they'd have to go home and get the papers signed as soon as we got to the stop, so I didn't bother offering the house to them. Besides, I had some things to do.

I picked up a used trombone at a local dealer for less than a hundred dollars; not too bad of a deal. It had a ding or two on it, but was in fairly good shape otherwise. I also made myself work out before jacking off and then crashing for the night.

The next day at gym class, I was in the locker room changing and just removed my shirt, when someone made a remark.

"Oh my God."

I turned to see what he was talking about, and it was my nipple rings. I looked down and saw what he was gaping at and then smirked.

"Yeah, he's had those for a while," Brian remarked.

"Man, that must have hurt," another one commented while looking. Gawking would probably have been a better verb.

"Uh, guys," I started, "we'd better get changed and get out there before the coach comes in here."

"Yeah, he's right," one other kid agreed, but couldn't tear his eyes away from them either.

I changed and put my collar in the locker before we headed out to the gym. If there is one thing I can't play, it's basketball. My cousin can, but I just don't have it in me to do it. And that was what we were to be playing that day. We were divided up into four teams of five. Brian and I were slated to be on the same team. Great. Also, we were to be the team to play without shirts. Naturally.

"What the hell?" Coach Robinson asked. It didn't take an Einstein to figure out what he was looking at.

"They're nipple rings, coach," I told him as simply as I could.

"I want to see you in my office, Bowman," he said, and then told the others to begin without me. Big loss, in my opinion.

Coach Robinson was certainly well built and fairly handsome, but I wasn't going to make a play for him. At least not yet. I didn't know where he stood on things like me.

"You know," he started once the door was closed, "most people would think there's something wrong with a twelve year old boy having his nipples pierced."

"I'm an exception to most rules, Coach," I answered.

"You were the one that the trial was about this past summer, weren't you?" That was quick.

"In a manner of speaking."

"And the man that was on trial was�?"

"My martial arts master, sir," I explained, taking the small bait he threw out, but going no farther until I was sure of things.

"And that was all he was?"

"What are you asking, Coach?"

"Did you have a relationship with him?"

"Of course."

"I mean a close relationship," he emphasized stronger.

"Are you asking if he fucked me?" No more beating around the bush here. Master Sloan was dead and free from being indicted again. Coach Robinson simply nodded. "Why do you want to know? What does it matter to you?" He just looked at me for a moment not saying a word. I got the implication.

"If you give me a ride home, I'll see you after school, Coach," I said and turned to leave the room for the gym.

The rest of gym class was difficult as I was fighting an erection the whole way through the hour. Thankfully, after the class was over, I fought my hard-on down as we headed into the locker room. I took my clothes off, put them into the locker and headed into the shower. All the other boys just looked at me as if I were some alien from Mars.

"What? Don't you guys take showers?" I took my shower and ignored their looks.

In band class, I told Harry and Jennifer not to expect me on the bus ride home. They both rolled their eyes at me, and looked away. Even in our detention they looked at me kind of strangely, but we couldn't talk; rules of the detention. In anticipation of getting fucked for the first time in a while, it was difficult to concentrate on my classes. Dildos were okay, but they left a lot to be desired when compared to a nice, fleshy cock pounding into a boy's ass.

"So, you like the boys, hm?" I asked as I walked into Coach Robinson's office.

"For quite some time, now," he answered.

I closed the door and then put my backpack and horn next to it. As I turned towards him, he put his hand on my shoulder and pressed downward. I took the hint. Never mind the preliminaries, I was here to get fucked, not kissed first. I was so randy that nothing else mattered but getting his cock inside me.

I pulled his gym shorts and jockstrap down in one pull. His hard cock was staring me right in the face. Without any prompting from him, I just grabbed it and aimed it right for my mouth. It had been a while since I'd swallowed something like this and so I gagged for an instant. But experience had taught me that it'd go away after a few seconds, so I plodded onward. He was about the same size as Sloan, so it wasn't too bad off getting past my gag reflex. As my nose touched his crotch, I got a whiff of his smell; musky and manly.

"Damn, you're good at this, Daniel," he said as he moved his hands for my head. I didn't bother thanking him for it. After all, I wasn't here for conversation.

As my head bobbed along on his cock, I reached down and began undoing my pants. They were lowered down my legs, freeing my own stiffy. The hand that had lowered my pants began stroking it while the other began massaging his balls.

"Oh, goddamn it, boy," he moaned. I was pleased he was enjoying my ministrations.

After some time, he pulled my head back, and I knew why; he wanted my other end. He didn't bother with explanations or orders. He just picked me up by my armpits and threw me over his desk. My hips were hurt a little when they hit the edge, but I was so horned up, I didn't care.

I felt one hand on my back, holding me in place, as if I needed that, while I was sure the other was lining his stiff prick up to my backdoor. Sure enough, something large and fleshy touched me in my most intimate places. I felt it begin to enter me and, with the experience born of two years of getting fucked, it slipped inside with little resistance. It stung a little, but I didn't comment. He took it easy for a few times, allowing me to get used to being fucked again, but I wasn't in the mood for "easy".

"This all you got, Coach?" I asked, getting prepared for a hard reaming. With all the strength he could muster at the time, he lunged forward; HARD! "UGHHH!" was the sound that escaped my throat as I took what he dished out. It hurt a little, but it was a "good" hurt; let me know I was getting what I wanted and needed.

"That good enough for you?" He asked, reaching up for my hair. He wove his fingers into the blond mop that covered my head, forcing it downward. And with his cock safely buried in my hole, the other hand pressed down on my lower back.

"Only if you can't do any better," I answered back.

"Why, you little slut," he said with a bit of impressiveness to his tone. Oh, come on; quit talking, you idiot, and fuck me.

Holding me by my hair, he began to do just that; fuck me properly. His hips slammed into me with amazing speed. I suppose all that running around with boys built up his muscles fairly well. I was now the recipient of all that work. I grunted through his powerful thrusts by holding on to the edge of the desk. His desk was banging into the cinderblock wall of the office so much that it was a wonder no one outside heard anything. But, I supposed that everyone else had left for the day.

Due to the anticipation of this all day long, it didn't take me long to shudder through an orgasm, sending my preteen seed down the side of his desk. He wasn't finished, yet, so I hung on for the duration. After about another ten or fifteen minutes of solid pounding, he made one firm guttural lunge and came inside me. I felt his body twitch a little as he calmed down, so I just stayed where I was until he was finished.

When he pulled out of me, I slipped down the side of the desk and turned and dutifully cleaned his cock for him. After he was clean, I turned and licked up my own jizm running down the side of his desk.

"Damn, kid, you're one in a million," he said, obviously impressed. He handed me a few napkins from his desk drawer to get anything left inside me.

"That's what my master always said," I told him as I finished getting clean. I stood up, a bit shakily, but stood, nonetheless. I pulled my pants up and took a deep breath to gather myself together.

"He must have been someone special."

"He was and I miss him a lot."

"I'll take you home, now."

I nodded and we left his office. The ride home was quiet, excluding me giving him driving directions to the house. We got there and my two friends were outside the house waiting for me. Even though they had a key, they never entered without me there, unless I asked them to do so. The coach got a scared look on his face. I smiled.

"Don't worry; they'll keep quiet," I told him upon exiting the car.

I walked into the house with them trailing along behind me. I immediately undressed, knowing by the looks on their faces what they were wanting. My normal collar and bindings were donned, but not my harness.

When I was finished getting my things on, I led them to the doorway going to the basement. The door was opened, but we didn't do down into it.

"Here?" Harry asked. I nodded.

I simply raised my arms up to the eyebolts screwed into the frame of the doorway. They got the hint. Harry clipped my wrists to the ones at the top and elbows to the sides. Jenn took the ones to my ankles and knees, attaching them to the bottom ones of the frame as well, effectively putting me into a spread-eagled position and them having access to every area of my body.

"Are these new?" She asked once I was pinned to the frame.

"No, Sloan has had these up here for a while, now. I saw them before he died."

She was standing in front of me on the stairs, one step down and Harry was behind me.

"Now what?" Harry asked.

"Well, Sloan would probably whip me for having Coach Robinson fuck me as well as having cum without his permission."

"Sounds kind of cruel," he commented.

"Yes, it does," I said with a certain amount of relish to my voice.

"Well, if that's what's needed, then I suppose we can do that," Jennifer said from below me.

She ducked down and crawled out of the stairway through my legs to get behind me in the living room. Without warning, a lash struck my exposed butt, eliciting an audible hiss from me. She waited for Harry to replace her on the stairs before continuing. As Jennifer brought the crop down on my bare ass, Harry began stroking my jutting cock. I squirmed as hit after hit rained down on my tender buttocks.

"Please stop, Jenn," I begged after the fifteenth hit.

"Would Sloan stop?" She asked, while looking at the hard dick in Harry's hand.

"No, but, it's too much. I can't handle it."

"What would have happened if you complained about it?"

"He would gag me," I grumbled.

She didn't say a word. Without preamble, I saw a bit gag lower down in front of my eyes and line up at my mouth.

"Open," was all she said. I opened my mouth and, with a ferociousness that I thought was not inside her, it was pulled into my mouth from behind. She viciously locked it tightly in place behind my head. The bit forced my tongue down in an uncomfortable position, but I had little time to dwell on such things as another hard lash connected with my backside.

I groaned as Harry resumed stroking me and the lashed continued on my other side. I felt myself getting close to cumming and Harry saw it also; he stopped just short of the goal. I let out a scream of frustration at him. Jenn let up for a few minutes, but only to set the crop down and pick up a flogger. The leather lashed my upper back. I shook my head and called out my safeword through the gag.

I felt Jennifer behind me in an instant, and unclipping my wrists. I shook my head at her.

"What is it?" She asked as the bit was taken out of my mouth. I licked my lips for a moment to gather in the saliva before answering.

"Not my upper back, Jenn. I still have gym class and the fewer questions I have to answer, the better."

"He's right," Harry added.

"I guess so, but your butt is getting really red, Daniel," she said, and I could tell there was concern in her voice.

"It can handle it, but WE can't handle too much publicity," I said, hoping she'd catch my drift. She did.

She replaced the bit gag, a little nicer this time, and resumed her place behind me. The lashes continued, but now only on my butt and legs. Harry returned to molesting my cock. The treatment lasted longer than I thought was possible. Harry edged me until way after dark. Jennifer's mastery of the discipline instruments improved as the time went along. Crop, flogger, paddle, leather belt, and even some electricity were used at different intervals throughout the whole time. When I finally came, it was like a dam being let loose.

They left me hanging from the doorframe when I was through. Jennifer and Harry shared a meal while they were beating and edging me, so their needs were met while mine went unheeded. After they were finished with me, I heard them doing something behind me, but couldn't turn completely around to see. I finally managed a glance under my arms and saw them in a sixty-nine with Harry on top. His butt was humping fast as he pumped into Jennifer's mouth, but he didn't neglect her while he was doing that. Even though I'd cum only half an hour earlier, my dick got hard hearing them go at it, but I knew there'd be no way in hell I'd get any relief.

When they were done pleasuring themselves, Jennifer left for her home while Harry stayed with me for the night. It was a long one again, but I survived it by thinking of my former master; Sloan. I was hoping that he was doing okay in whatever the afterlife provided. I was also hoping that he was proud of me in that I was both keeping up with my training as well as not allowing his death to devastate me.

A painful swat to my tender, reddened asscheeks was my wakeup call the next day. The bit gag was removed and I was let down out of the doorframe. I stretched out my sore muscles and then took a look at my backside. There was a lot of bruising back there; I'd be sore for more than a few days, that was for sure. School loomed ahead of me like some huge beast, but I was determined not to let it get the best of me. Harry and I showered, ate breakfast (with me serving him and me on the floor), dressed, and then headed to the bus stop.

"How do you feel?" Jenn asked as we walked up.

"Sore, but okay. I'll make it through the day and the workout this evening, but sleep is a must for tonight."

I made it through the day fairly well, even managed not to squirm as I sat down in the chairs of my early classes. It wasn't until gym class that things had to change. Instead of going to the locker room, I headed straight to the coach's office.

"Absolutely not, Daniel," he said as I asked for the hour free.

"Do you want me to complain to the principal?" I asked, threateningly. "If this past summer's taught me anything, Mr. Robinson, it's that adults don't like other adults fucking boys."

He took the threat for what it was and remained silent.

"I'm not asking for special treatment. Just today and tomorrow free from gym."

"Alright," he said, sighing. That was easy. I wondered if he was giving in or just playing along for the time being. Either way, I was free from class for the day.

"Thank you," I said simply and turned to leave.

"But, I want to see you after school today, Daniel," he said, and I knew what he meant. What else could it be?

"Not today; I'm too sore, and not from your treatment. It was something else. Maybe Monday. Can you wait till then?"

"I suppose," he said, shrugging. Another one that was too easy, but I didn't let it get to me at the time.

I sat out of the class, thinking about how sore my butt was at the time. Jenn, Harry and I had our second day of detention that lunch period, so we couldn't talk about anything even if we wanted to. Band class was also painfully normal, excluding trying to sit still on a bruised ass.

That evening, we went our separate ways after the bus let us off. I practiced my horn, did my homework, and a mild workout, and then crashed hard after supper. I woke the next day rejuvenated and ready for a new day. My butt still had some marks on it, but would be okay for the day's activities. As that day was Friday, I knew I'd be spending the evening tied up somehow, but for the morning, I was fine.

The day was normal again, I skipped gym again, and we had our last day in detention, but otherwise; normal. We made it to the house and I stripped immediately upon entry. My cuffs, harness, collar, and tail were strapped into position. Even with that on me, I did manage a work out and we did get in some practice with our instruments, but I had to lick and such each of them respectively between each activity.

I remember being tied up in a backward hogtie, hanging from the middle eyebolt of the doorframe leading to the basement. They didn't hang me very high off the ground just in case the eyebolt came loose, but it never did; Sloan put it in way too well. The next morning, my arms had severe lines where the cuffs and ropes held me in place, but they were gone by dinnertime.

Chapter Thirty-Five
Another Davis And Quartet

I was bent over one of the benches in the boy's locker room and being plowed by Coach Robinson again. He was good, but I was so turned on that I wanted it harder than he was giving it to me at the time.

"What the fuck do you think I'm doing, Bowman?"

"Playing around," I answered.

He jabbed hard again, but it was nothing that he hadn't already done before. He tried harder to give it to me, but it just didn't seem to be enough. I simply gave up on getting the hard fucking I was craving and just let him have me however he could. Almost a half hour later, he finally came inside me. I waited till he pulled out of me and then I turned around and cleaned him up, as usual. I left the room unsatisfied.

Harry and Jenn weren't there at the house that night, but I was kind of glad for that. I wanted some time to myself to contemplate what was happening to me. Normal things were done that evening and I thought about what had happened as I lay in bed. Was I needing to be beaten before I came? Did I need the pain to make it fulfilling? What was all of this that was happening to me? Was this normal?

It was now into October and the seasons were changing a little. I was about nine months out from my Kumite, and training was something I just couldn't slough off. I made sure that either Jennifer or Harry tied me up at least twice a week. I really needed to push my endurance to the limits every week. I don't think either one really, fully understood my need for it, but they never disappointed me, either.

Brad paid me a few visits from time to time, but never stayed more than a few minutes at each visit. He was scared of getting into trouble with our parents, so I fully understood that and didn't bother him about it. He knocked on my door for trick-or-treating that Halloween, too. Other than that, contact with my family was nonexistent.

November brought a few changes. The first change happened in the middle of the month with a change of teachers. Our vice-principle had to have heart surgery, and back then it wasn't exactly the out-patient procedure of today. It was going to take over two months before he returned to school. Mr. Hawk took his place while he was gone, leaving us with a wonderful teacher named "Dictionary" Davis.

She was nicknamed that for a couple of reasons. One, she was built like a dictionary; thick and black. Two, she acted like someone that slept with a dictionary under her pillow. To say she wasn't well-liked would be a vast understatement. And we were going to have to tolerate her for two months. Wonderful. Her attitude alone made her a big hit with all the students. She had this superiority complex that helped things along as well.

Things came to a head after only two weeks. It was the Tuesday before the Thanksgiving holiday. We were studying history, of course, and she wasn't really explaining things very well. Even I was having a problem following along. One student raised his hand to ask a very legitimate question.

"Why was King George so harsh with the American Colonies?" The kid asked.

"Don't ask such an asinine question Mr. Fuller," was her reply.

"What does 'asinine' mean?"

"Oh, go look it up!" She said, irritatingly dismissively.

"It means 'stupid' or 'foolish'," I said to a stunned classroom.

Everyone in the room was either looking at me or her. She and I were glaring at each other, too.

"I wanted him to look it up, Mr. Bowman," she said with a sickening air of superiority.

"No, ma'am, you wanted to try to show the class that you were smarter than us."

"Report to the office, Mr. Bowman," she said with a smug look on her face.

I shrugged my shoulders, grabbed my backpack, and headed to the door. When I got there, I stopped, looked back at her and considered telling her off. I reconsidered. I got to the office and the secretary showed me into Mr. Hawk's temporary office.

"Now, this is a surprise, Daniel," he said as I walked in the door.

"It shouldn't be, Mr. Hawk, considering the person hired to take your place in the classroom."

"Let me guess," he said, sighing, "Ms. Davis?"

I nodded and told him exactly everything that happened in the room. I also told him about what had been going on over the past two weeks; mainly that my grades have fallen due to the bitch. He knew me; that simple. He simply nodded and sent me back to the classroom. I entered the room smiling and resuming my seat.

The next day, she gave me a look that could kill. I just sat there in my seat, smiling.

"Stay here, Mr. Bowman," she said as the class finished.

"What do you want?" I asked as the last of my classmates filed out.

"Watch your tone, Mr. Bowman," she said scathingly.

"Fuck my tone, Davis," I replied in like manner. She was taken aback by that, but I wasn't letting up. "Now, what do you want?"

"I want to know what you told Mr. Hawk," she said simply.

I smiled. It was all I could do. I had the bitch over a barrel and we both knew it.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because he told me I won't be back on Monday," she said with a look of hate that was just radiating from her.

I smiled and turned from her. I got to the door to leave the room and stopped.

"If you don't know what you did wrong, why should I tell you?" I said, turning back to her. "But, as this is the last time we'll see each other, I'll tell you this. You're a bitch, Ms. Davis. You don't teach very well, and you have this complex that you have to make yourself look better than everyone else. And I'm not the only one to notice this, either.

"I don't know where this attitude of yours comes from, either because you're black, or because you're fat, or because you were dropped on your head as a baby, but wherever it's coming from, you might want to consider getting rid of it. I've done a lot of things in the past two years, and even I don't walk around with nearly the attitude you do. Enjoy your next job; I hear they're looking for garbage men in the city."

I turned and left her to an empty room. I had a smile on my face the rest of the day. Coach Robinson asked me to stay that afternoon and I nodded that I would. I figured that both Harry and Jenn would be at the house that afternoon, but I wanted some sex first.

"Think you can do something before fucking me?" I asked as I walked into the room.

"What's that?"

"Use this…?" I showed him a switch from a tree in the yard. I'd torn it from the tree that afternoon, thinking that it might be fun. The leaves had been stripped off and it was nothing but a thin, whippy switch.

"You sure about this?"

All I did was smile at him. I laid the makeshift switch on the desk, lowered my pants and underpants down to my ankles, and then laid my torso over the top of his desk. The invitation was there for him to take. He took it.

The first one hurt, but not nearly enough.

"Harder," I told him.

The birch landed a second time, stinging more so, but not enough.

"Harder," I repeated.

WHAP! I hissed through a painful swat of the switch; it was enough. My dick was hard as it pressed against his desk and getting harder by the second. The next hit was just as hard as the last one, causing me to hiss, but I was beginning to enjoy it all the more. I held on to the edges of the desk as another slash connected with my bare skin. God, it hurt so good. He nailed me with that switch for over twenty times, lining my bare butt with criss-cross patterns of red welts when he was done.

"Think you can fuck me, now?" I asked rhetorically.

He smiled and lowered his pants. In one, smooth move, he slid his dripping, hard cock into my supple backside. I hissed as his hips made contact with the welts the switch had made, but it felt just as good.

"Oh, Yesssssss," I cried in excited pleasure.

As I continued to hold on to the desk while he drilled into me, I felt his hands grab my waist. He made a huge lunge forward, sending shards of exquisite pain through my abused skin again. I hissed, but was more turned on than ever. The coach never let up on me, giving me exactly what I'd been missing. It was something that my friends couldn't provide no matter how much they hit me with Sloan's implements of pain. I supposed that I was needing both a raw fucking along with the whipping.

Coach Robinson groaned after just fifteen minutes, sending a copious amount of semen into my backside entrance. I smiled as I came down from the feelings of it all.

"That felt good," I said to him as he lay on my back, recovering his strength.

"You're a strange one, you know that, Bowman?" He said, snickering to my ear.

"What the…?" a voice said coming from the open door.

We both turned towards the voice to see Mr. Hawk standing there gawking at the two of us.

"Oh fuck," was the coach's brilliant comment.

"Well, that's putting it mildly," I told him.

All Mr. Hawk could do was stand there, continuing to gape at the two of us. Finally, I had to do something.

"You want to get off me so I can get dressed, Coach?" I asked with him still on top of me.

"Uh, yeah, sure," he wisely stated and then moved off my back.

I pulled my pants and underpants up as smoothly as possible while my history teacher just stood there. The whole scene probably took no longer than three or four minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Once I was completely dressed again, I grabbed my bag and walked over to him.

"This isn't his fault, Mr. Hawk," I stated flatly. He gave me a weird look and then I rescinded. "Okay, it isn't ONLY his fault. I've been doing this for a lot longer than I've been coming to this school, sir."

"You like getting…?"

"Fucked?"

"Yeah…"

"Immensely, sir, and the coach does it very well, too."

"You're not helping, Bowman," Coach Robinson said from his office.

"Don't do anything, Mr. Hawk," I said, looking up to him, ignoring the coach's comment. "Please?"

"Just go, Bowman," the coach said. Mr. Hawk nodded his agreement with him. Not wanting to make matters worse, I left the office and then the school.

It was a long walk home, but it gave me time to think, reflect, and come to a few conclusions. I concluded that I was really into getting fucked; that was a given. But the pain thing was also something that had to be there. Being tied up was also something of a turn-on. I not necessarily wanted another master, but someone who could do the things that Sloan and I did without being his slave.

I quickly rejected the doctor; way, way too extreme. Plus his monster cock would have me running for the hills every time he pulled the thing out. My asshole would be ruined by the time I reached thirteen. The coach was a possibility, if he had his job come Monday morning. My friends were out of the picture as well. So, my only real conclusion was to find someone new who would be willing to tie me up, whip me silly, and fuck my brains out whenever I needed it. Well, that should be easy to find. Right.

I let it go for the weekend. I still had to train, practice my horn, and get some homework done. We did have a test the following week in two of my classes. Jenn and Harry had their holidays with their families. I just spent the time doing what I needed to do. I did watch the video that Sloan left for me again. It made me feel a little closer to him once again.

Monday morning came around and Coach Robinson was there. He told me that he wasn't getting fired for what happened, but we couldn't fuck any more, either. I was happy for him at the very least. I was, of course, saddened at losing a nice cock that enjoyed fucking me.

That Tuesday I was tied bent over backward to a bench for the night by Jennifer. She shoved a dildo inside me and then taped it in place for the night. I was blindfolded for the duration as well, which played havoc with my mind again. Every so often she would hit my nuts with something, making me either wake up or scream into the gag at the pain of it. She was becoming quite the little sadist, but it wasn't what I was looking for or needing.

Friday came around, and she and Harry had me tied up outside. Now San Antonio may be fairly south, but even there, the winters can get a little cold. As it was now into December, it was getting a bit nippy. By the next morning, the head of my cock was actually turning a light blue due to the cold, and I was shivering almost non-stop. I still made myself work out and train, but it wasn't easy. As payment for their "help", I licked Jenn and sucked Harry to several orgasms each.

"That was wonderful, Daniel," Jennifer said as she was calming down from her last one.

"I agree; you're a pretty good cocksucker, you know that?"

"Thanks," I replied, a comment dripping with sarcasm, of course.

The following week was another painfully normal one. They couldn't do anything to help me that Friday night as both of them were leaving town the next day for the Christmas holiday. We did have a small party, orgy actually, that Thursday night, though. All three of us had several orgasms, but none of them were all that powerful. I was left…wanting.

It was the next week that things changed. I was out riding my bike around the area, going by a field, when a football came out of no where, hitting my tires. I was unable to avoid it, and it caused me to run into something on the side of the curb. I flipped over my handlebars, and landed flat on my back. The accident caused me to loose the air in my lungs, but due to my training, I was used to the sensation. I just closed my eyes to calm myself down from panicking.

"Jesus, kid, you okay?" I heard a voice ask next to me.

Some hands tried to get me to stand up, but I waved them off. A few minutes went by and I was able to control my breathing better. Once I had it under control, I opened my eyes to see some high school kids standing around me. All of them had looks of concern on their faces.

"I'm okay," I said finally, "just got the wind knocked out of me."

"Whew," the one next to me said and helped me to my feet. "You took quite a fall, you know."

"Nothing I'm not used to," I said, still trying to get air into my depleted lungs.

"Huh?" another intelligently asked.

"Martial arts; you get hit a lot," I answered him.

They nodded their understanding. The one standing next to me was a light-skinned black kid and was fairly nice looking, too. The other three were white, and not too bad off in the looks department, either. One of them had some acne, but it wasn't the kind that left scars in the skin.

"You sure you're okay?" The black guy asked again. I nodded that I was.

"What were you guys doing, anyways?" I asked.

"Just playing some two-on-two," one of the white guys answered. I was about to ask if that was some sort of orgy formation, but decided to play it safe.

"Football?"

"Yeah," the black one responded. "But, we were kind of done for the day. Besides, there's no way those two would catch up to us in the points."

"Screw you, Blake," one of the obvious losers chided.

"He's just jealous," Blake commented to me slyly.

"So, what were you guys about to do, now?" I asked, curiously.

"We were about to head back to Blake's house for some snacks," the one teen answered.

"You want to join us?" Blake asked.

I thought about it for a short minute and then nodded. Why not?

"Since you did almost kill me with the football, I think you kind of owe me a snack or something," I said with a smile.

"I like this kid," another of the white guys threw in. I was hoping one of them would…

We head to Blake's house, and the rest introduced themselves. Sammy was the guy with the acne and one of the ones on the losing team. He was fairly well built, looking like he sort of worked out. His partner was a black haired youth named John. John was slim and the tallest of the four. The last one, Blake's partner on the football team, was a sandy haired guy named Sid. Sid had a kind face, rounded with a spackling of freckles on his cheekbones. Blake was quite well built also, fairly stocky, but with muscle. By the bulge in his pants, quite well hung also.

The five of us made it to the house, and raided the kitchen for some snacks. He explained that both of his parents worked in the city and usually didn't make it home until well after six in the evening. Blake threw in a movie into the video player and we all jumped onto the corner sectional to watch. Sid and John were to my left, sort of lying down, and Sammy was next to Blake, both on my right.

They were normal male teenagers, talking about the girls at their school, and which ones would be better to fuck. Sid looked sort of uncomfortable after a few minutes of them talking about it all.

"What's wrong, Sid?" Sammy asked.

"We probably shouldn't be talking about this with the kid around," he answered, motioning to me.

"I don't have a problem with it, Sid," I answered back.

"You don't?" He asked.

"Nope."

"Probably doesn't know what we're talking about, anyway," Sammy slipped in.

"You're talking about which girl you would most like to fuck, Sammy," I said, a bit perturbed.

"And you understand 'fucking'?"

"Yeah; you shove your cock into a girl's pussy or asshole until you get your rocks off," I said simply. All four of them rolled with laughter at that. I smiled in unison. "I ain't exactly a 'snowy-white virgin', you know." Another round of laughter.

"No, I don't know," he shot back with.

I took a chance that with all the conversation that had been going on, they wouldn't care that it was a "little boy" that was there talking to them about fucking. I turned in his direction and climbed over to put my hands on Blake's left thigh. I was on my hands and knees facing him, now, over Blake's lap.

"Do you want to?" I asked. All laughter stopped.

"Do I want to, what?" He asked, suddenly a little apprehensive.

"Know."

"Know what?"

"Me."

Again, silence filled the room. I was still staring right at Sammy, waiting for an answer. He looked away, but adjusted the crotch of his pants as well. I smirked as I sat back on my heels. I could see Blake looking at me out of the corner of my eye, seemingly stunned as Sammy was.

"You don't know what you're asking, kid," John said from behind me.

"Yes, I do, John. I told you, 'I'm not a virgin'," I said, still looking straight at Sammy.

Without taking my eyes off him, I moved my hand over to Blake's hardening crotch. And I was impressed enough to look at him.

"Wow," I said, smirking. "Now, that's impressive. Care to do something with it?"

He moved his hand to my wrist and then pushed it away from the crotch of his pants. I allowed him to move my hand away, not wanting to cause any problems. If they weren't interested, then I wouldn't make a big issue of it.

"You homo, kid?"

"My name's, Daniel, John, and I don't know what I am. But, I do know what I like and what turns me on."

"And just what's that?" Sammy asked, finally rejoining the conversation.

"Having my brains fucked out of me," I said with another patented smirk, sending all four of them back into fits of laughter.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Another one of those intelligent conversations.

"We'll just see about that," he said, pulling off his shirt.

"Bout fucking time," I retorted.

By the time he yanked his pants down to his ankles, I was kneeling in front of him, ready to suck him into my mouth. I pulled the jeans off one of his feet and pushed his legs open wide to get to his juicy cock. In one swift move, I vacuumed the whole seven inch [18 cm] cock into my mouth and down my throat.

"Damn!" Sammy groaned as warmth engulfed his member.

He grabbed me by my blond hair as I bobbed along the length of his cock, sucking as I went. I didn't bother with the other three yet; if they were interested, then I was there for them. I felt, more than heard, the coffee table behind me move away from me. Someone was obviously interested, then.

As I continued sucking on Sammy's cock, I used one foot to remove my other shoe and then repeat the process. Once that was done, I opened my shirt and slipped it off my shoulders and down onto the floor. One of the other teenagers, Sid, as I found out later, wove his hands under my torso to undo my own jeans. I stopped sucking the cock that was in front of me for a second and turned towards him.

"So, you like younger boys, too?"

"I don't know. I just want to try fucking you and see if I do." He seemed reserved about it, but also interested.

"Don't let me stop you," I said, and then turned my attentions back to the stiff thing in my face.

As I had turned around, I saw Blake stroking his own cock through his jeans. I had to smile at that; it was big; bigger than I'd ever believed possible from a teenager. As my mouth engulfed his cock again, and Sid began carefully lowering my jeans off my butt and down my legs, I moved my hand to Blake's sheathed pole. I felt the jeans get down to my knees and so to help Sid, I raised up one knee and then the other to let him remove them fully.

Sammy was thoroughly enjoying his blowjob. Why shouldn't he? I never met a guy that didn't like his cock being sucked; especially by a preteen mouth. My right hand moved up along the zipper of Blake's jeans and headed for the fastener at the top. With some working, I managed to undo it and pull the fly downward. I was now completely enamored with the teen's cock, but I couldn't neglect the one in my mouth.

As I made a downward plunge onto Sammy's cock, I felt the all-too-familiar sensation of another one at my backdoor. Sid ran his teenage cock along the crack of my ass a couple of times; so much so that I was wondering what he was doing.

"A little lower, Sid," I said upon taking one breath. "It's there, I promise."

Sammy and Blake chuckled lightly. John didn't make a sound. I wasn't too sure he was interested in me, yet. On another down-stroke of his cock, Sid's head touched my willing hole's door. I moved my butt back a little to let him know he'd hit pay dirt and he moved forward, impaling me on him. I gripped onto Blake's dick as he broke through.

"Mmph!" I moaned on Sammy's cock, being careful not to bite down on it. He wasn't large, but it'd been three weeks since anything had fucked me.

"Damn, it's tight," he commented.

"Of course it is," Sammy said from above me, "he's a kid."

"And part slut, too," I threw in, to a full round of laughter.

As Sid began to slice into me, I began to work more and more on Sammy's hard-on. Being a horny teenager, it didn't take long before he shot his load down my gullet. I swallowed every drop he gave me. He tasted kind of a little salty, actually. By that time, though, Sid had buried himself in me. I turned my attentions to the cock that had initially intrigued me and Blake had stripped his pants down and off his legs for me.

"Kind of presumptuous, aren't you?" I asked with a smirk and raised eyebrow.

"I'm getting the feeling that this was what you were after all along, kiddo," he answered with a smug look on his face.

"A smart teenager; who'd have thought that…?"

He chuckled lightly as he curled his finger towards me, wanting me to come to him. I moved over to him and looked him in the eye. Sid moved with me and continued his fucking of my ass with only a minor break.

"Yes?" I asked, trying to be alluring.

"Suck it, if you can," he said quietly.

He had just cause to be cocky; it was big. It was probably bigger than anything else I'd ever had in my mouth. The doctor was bigger, but he wasn't a growing teenager. Blake would probably grow up to be about his size or larger later, but I was more concerned with taking him right then.

I didn't answer. At least not with words. I turned to look down at the pole that was looming in front of me. I swallowed what saliva and semen I had in my mouth and lowered my head to the teen's cock. I licked him from base to tip, and then opened my mouth to fit him inside. It wasn't easy, that was for sure, but I managed to get half of his staff into my mouth and down my throat.

Sid had stopped fucking me for a few minutes as I tried to manage Blake. But, once I had most of him down my gullet, he restarted. I felt his hands at my hips, holding me in place, and then begin to move with a purpose. I just couldn't fit all of Blake down my throat; it was just too wide for me to take, but I did get a lot of him in me. He seemed appreciative of that effort.

The teenager that was fucking me finally came, coating my inside with his jizm. I felt Sid pull out of me and then looked up to Blake.

"You want me?"

"If you can handle me," he said with a smile.

"I've had bigger, but it has been a while," I answered.

"You've had bigger than that?" John asked from the far corner of the sectional.

I turned towards him to see he was stroking his cock in response to the scene in front of him. I smiled back.

"So, you like what you see, eh?"

"I'm just turned on by anything having to do with sex, Daniel," he said with a shrug.

"Fair enough. And to answer your question, yes, I have."

Not bothering with getting any other kind of lubrication than the stuff Sid put inside me, I moved around to straddle Blake's torso. I was nervous, but determined. I really wanted that thing inside me. I wrapped my hands around his neck and then looked into his eyes. I lowered my body down to ride my taint along his cock. He was definitely interested in me.

Nervously, I moved to whisper in his ear. He put his arms across my back as I lowered downward.

"Fuck me, please," I whispered to him.

He also didn't answer with words. I felt his hands move down my back to rest on my butt. I had to raise my torso up a little to allow him to pull his cock out from under me. I felt every inch of it as he did so. I was shaking with anticipation at being speared with that thing. As he touched my doorway, I gripped onto him tighter, but began to lower my body down onto his warm cock. I winced at the initial painful intrusion, but didn't stop.

"UHHMMM," was all I could allow to escape through my throat. Any more and I would've been screaming into his ear.

His cock spread me more than I'd had done to me in a long time. It hurt; a lot. It felt like my whole ass was being torn apart; he was that big. I had to stop descending when I was only a few inches down onto him. It was just too big.

"God, you're huge," I commented needlessly. I'm sure he already knew that.

"And you're tight; even after getting it from Sid," he answered.

"No offense to Sid, but he's got nothing on you, Blake."

I took my rest and then rose a little off him, but then began to descend again. His cock had to have been at least ten inches [25 cm] long and thicker than three of my fingers at the time. It took all of my strength to take half of him inside me. I had to ride him up and down several times just to get that much of him in me.

"You okay?" He asked quietly to my ear.

"Mhm," I said, nodding to him. "It just hurts too damn much; that's all."

"Well, then we can stop, if it's that bad," he suggested.

I bolted up straight to look him in the eye.

"No."

"But, Daniel…," he started, but I put my finger to his lips.

"Just fuck me, Blake; I need it," I told him to a hushed room. I think I was impressing the others at my tenacity.

"As long as you're sure," he said with a lunge of his hips.

"UGHH!" I cried to the air, raising my head back in agony.

It was a sweet agony. He was causing more pain to me than I'd been through in a long time, and it was just his cock doing it. That thought alone made my own cock jump. I gripped his shoulders to hold on as he tried to force more of him into my guts. He made almost all of it fit, too.

"If the tip comes out of my mouth, you know you've gone too far," I said, grimacing in utter pain.

I heard some lighthearted sniggering from around the room, but I was feeling that the thing inside me was about to go all the way through me. I continued to hold on to Blake's shoulders as he drilled into me, making himself even more known to me. After a lot of long, long eternities, the pain began to lessen as my anal muscles began to get used to his girth. I could feel him all the way to my stomach; that was how much he invaded me.

Finally, I was able to handle him even better. So much so that I began to ride the full length of his cock. The pain subsided even further, leaving only pleasure. My hand migrated to my own dick and began jacking it off in time to my own fucking. I began to actually see stars as pleasure began building from my groin and prostate up through my abdomen and into my chest. Even my nipple rings provided more pleasure for my senses to enjoy.

I erupted in orgasmic pleasure simultaneously with the cock that was buried inside my innards. Semen flew out, landing on both my chest and Blake's. It was the most amount of cum I'd shot so far. Meanwhile, his was liberally coating my intestines. I collapsed down onto his chest, spent.

"Okay, I'm impressed," Sammy commented from my left.

Chapter Thirty-Six
Fresh Christmas

"You're still hard?"

He nodded.

"But I doubt you can handle more of me, kiddo," he said with a pleasant smile.

"I can try," I offered.

I did manage to climb off him fully, though, as I made my way over to John's stiff prick. He was still whacking away at it as I approached on my hands and knees.

"Want me to take care of that for you?" I suggested to him.

"No. I don't want to have some gay-boy coming near my cock," he said. He didn't say it with nastiness, but with a stern resolve.

"What's the difference if your girlfriend blows you, or I do?"

He was about to argue when Sammy spoke up.

"There's no difference, Johnny. Trust me. He's better at sucking dick than any girl."

With a shrug of his shoulders, he turned to lie flat on the sofa under me. I smiled and lowered my mouth to suck in his dick.

"You got some blood back here, Daniel," Blake said from behind me.

"I wouldn't be surprised if there was some brain matter back there, too," I countered. The four of them giggled a little at the joke. "You going to take it, or what?"

"You sure about this?"

I just turned and gave him a look that said, "just do it". As I planted my hands on both sides of John's hips and lowered my mouth back down over his prick, Blake lined up behind me to take me once again.

I moaned in pain/pleasure as his hard cock invaded my private sanctum once again. It was the same feeling as before, but not as intense. As Sid had done earlier, Blake grabbed on to my hips to begin fucking me properly. But unlike Sid, Blake had a cock that could do damage to any prostitute on the street. I made my mind up to take whatever he dished out. No matter what.

As Blake continued to ream out my guts again, I concentrated on giving John the blowjob of his young life. Blake helped by making sure I didn't move my body while he fucked me and just held me in place. I swallowed John's cock without a problem, engulfing him fully. He gripped on to me by my hair as Sammy had done while I worked him over. Because he was the final one, and all the stroking he'd done before hand, he lasted all of about ten minutes of my suck-job before shooting his load down my throat.

"Goddamn, that was great," he commented once I was done.

"Daniel…?" Sid was asking from my right. I turned to see a hard cock pointed right at me. "You mind…?"

"Not…at…all…," I said between Blake's thrusts.

John moved out from under me and Sid took his place. Blake never broke his rhythm of fucking me. He still couldn't completely bury all of his cock into me, but there was enough inside me to count. I went down on Sid's stiff cock, slurping up every bit of precum along the way. He groaned as I made it all the way down on him, warming his cock up again.

Blake fucked me like a champion. Like he'd been doing this all of his life. As the painful part of his taking me was over, I loved it all the more the longer it went on. Twenty minutes or so later, Sid followed John and Sammy by cumming down my throat. My belly was almost overflowing with cum, but I wasn't done, yet.

"You…want…ano…ther…one…, Sam…mmy?" I asked through some rough thrusts from Blake.

"Hell, yeah," was the obvious answer.

He replaced Sid and I began sucking on him again. I figured that it would take a long time before he came again, but as horny as teenagers can get, I had him cumming down my craw for a second time within ten minutes or so. Blake never let up. I was now getting tired, but determined to have him cum a second time.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Mhm," I answered, nodding back to him. "Just getting kind of sore, now."

"You want to stop?"

"You cum, yet?"

"No."

"Then, no's my answer, too. But, can we take a short break?"

"I think we can do that," he said with a significant and obvious degree of satisfaction to his voice.

"I've never been fucked like this before, I have to say," I told him as he lay his body down on top of my back.

"How many guys have fucked you?" Sammy asked from beside us.

"A few," I said, smiling from under Blake's frame.

"And you enjoy it?" Sid asked.

"Mostly, yeah," I said, thinking back on a few of them; Coach and Sloan were the ones at the top of the list.

"How'd you get started doing this, anyway?" Sid again.

"My master; Sloan Carpenter," I told him. "I was about ten when he fucked me the first time."

"Master?"

"What do you think this collar's for, John?"

"I was wondering about that," Sammy chimed in.

"Well, now you know. He taught me a lot of things, but mainly to be true to myself and apologize for nothing."

"I like him already," Blake commented from above me.

"Where is he?" Sid asked.

"He died from leukemia this past summer."

The group became a little somber at that revelation. The five of us just lay or sat there for a while until Blake's cock twitch on it's own accord. I giggled at the sensation.

"Up for more?"

"Only if you can get it up," I playfully challenged him.

"IF?" And with that, he shoved hard into my well-laid ass, causing me to grunt.

All I had to do from here, was lie there. Blake took the reigns and worked my asshole over even more than before. Each thrust was hard and I felt every one of them. Instinctively, I moved my arms to cross themselves behind my back, imagining that I was tied that way. He grabbed on to my shoulders and continued to let me have all that he could manage to fit inside me. His fucking was closing in on brutal, but it felt just fine for me. My ass took the full brunt of every single lunge.

A familiar feeling of pleasure began building up in my loins as he pummeled me. I was building towards yet another climax and I knew it was going to be explosive. While Blake worked my asshole, I worked my cock against the fabric of his sofa/sectional. I gripped his cock hard as I came, causing him to do the same, finally. Over an hour's worth of fucking came to a fantastic climax for the both of us.

"We need to get dressed, I think," Blake said as we lay there, resting.

"Not me; I'm just going to lie here and die happy," I shot back.

The others sniggered their mirth as I heard three teenagers begin to dress. Blake moved off my back and I felt him withdraw his weakening cock from my ass. I felt considerably emptier when he was gone. He moved his body around to sit next to me as I didn't really want to do anything. Then his hand began to lightly caress the skin down my back and I sighed at the sensation.

"Mmmm, that feels good," I told him.

"You know, you are the most amazing kid I've ever met," he whispered to my ear.

"And you've got the most beautiful cock I've ever seen," I answered, turning over to look him in the eye. "Not to mention one of the biggest." All he did was smile in answer. "Can I come over again tomorrow?"

"I think I would like that," he answered back. The others nodded their agreement as well.

"Me too."

I didn't want to, but I moved over and got dressed. We watched a little more television, but soon, I headed for home. I had an inspiration along the way and drove to the grocery store that was in the area. That evening after dinner, I was way too sore to do anything, so I just jacked off to the memory of Blake's cock inside me and then slipped into bed.

The next day I woke up and felt my backside; it was a little sore, but nothing that couldn't be dealt with. I showered, put my harness on, and then my clothes on over that. Ankle, knee, and thigh cuffs were put on before my jeans. The wrist and elbow cuffs were applied before I got my jacket. My "little surprise" was put into a tote bag with the crop, strap and a few snappy tree limbs.

I left the house with the full intention of not returning until that evening. Riding my bike with my harness on under my clothes was something of a new sensation, but it wasn't all that bad. I arrived at Blake's house without incident. I knocked on the door and he smiled when he saw me.

"Come on in, Daniel," he said, moving aside.

"Hey, guys," I said to the other three lying about on the sectional. They returned their greetings. I saw that all three of them were working some stiff boners. "Got some pretty stiff pricks, there."

"We've been waiting for you for a little while," Sammy said, stroking his over his jeans.

"Yeah, I can tell," I told him. I turned to Blake for a second. "Is there a bathroom I can use for a minute?"

"Yeah, sure; down the hall on the left," he told me, pointing it out.

"Thanks."

I headed in the direction he indicated. Once inside the room, I stripped off my clothes and put them on the counter. My shoes were on the floor in front of them. I pulled out a Christmas bow and put it on the front of my collar. A tag that said, "Merry Christmas" was tied to the collar as well, right under the bow, but the string was long enough to hang down beyond the bow. I smiled at the effect. I got out the hitting instruments and locks from the bag. I also pulled out the ballgag and fit it into my mouth, buckling it behind my head.

I walked out of the bathroom a little nervous; the last time I tried this trick, it caused me to leave home. The four of them were facing away from me, watching a little television. All four of them stopped watching the moment I walked around the sectional.

"Oh my god," Sammy exclaimed, but with a smile on his face.

"Now, that's what I call a Christmas present," Sid followed up with.

Blake got off the sofa and made his way over to me. Kneeling down, he removed the ballgag from my mouth.

"Are you trying to impress us, or what?"

"No, just offering you a present."

"What are you saying with all this, Daniel," Sid asked.

"Nothing; just offering," I told him.

"Are you needing a 'master' or something?"

"No. I had a master and no one's going to replace him. But there are certain things about our relationship that I miss a lot."

"Like…?" Blake asked, seemingly genuinely concerned.

"Like being tied up and helpless. Like having my butt whipped. Like getting fucked as hard as possible without being able to stop it. Things like that."

"You're sure about all this?"

"About as sure as I was yesterday when I wanted to get fucked."

"Looks like Christmas has come a little early this year," Sammy commented.

"How do you want this?" Blake asked while the others chuckled at the joke.

"However you want me," I answered with a smirk.

He nodded and then moved around me to take a closer look at everything. I laid the hitting instruments down on the coffee table with the locks, but put the ballgag back in place in my mouth. Blake pulled my arms back, possibly remembering the day before when I did it myself. I felt one lock being attached to the elbow cuff of my left arm and wrist cuff of my right wrist. The same was done to the other side as well.

Blake guided me over to the coffee table and had me bent over its edge. He held me down by my neck with one hand and began tracing different parts of my body with the other.

"There's some rope in the garage, Sid; would you mind getting it?" Blake asked from behind me.

"You sure about this, Blake? I mean…?"

"The kid seems serious about it. Let's see just how serious he is."

My cock jumped at that insinuation. I was kind of curious as to what he had in mind for me. Ropes were retrieved by Sid and I was tied down to the coffee table by my collar, harness and several of my cuffs. Blake used a broomstick to spread my legs apart at the ankles while having my knees tied to the base of the table. I couldn't move away if I wanted to. And I didn't want to.

"I get him first," Sammy said to the rest of them.

"Why you?" Blake asked sensibly.

"Because the kid'll be ruined if you get a hold of him." There was a certain amount of wisdom in that statement.

"He's right, you know," John interjected.

"Fine, but if anyone whips him, I do."

"Why you?" Sammy asked him.

"Because it's my house we're doing this at." More ancient wisdom from a teenager.

But while they were busy discussing my near future, I was getting frustrated. They can debate things later. I was supposed to be getting fucked right about now and they were arguing. I grunted at them in frustration. All of them turned to look at me. I glared back at them.

"Looks like he's ready," Sid remarked.

Blake didn't say anything back; he didn't need to. He picked up the crop and lashed my backside with it. I grunted at the searing pain, but my cock twitched. Another slash. And another. I was straining in my bonds at it. I wanted it, and now I was getting it. Part of me wanted him to stop, but the more predominant side of me was enjoying it all the more. He finished with ten swats from the crop, but then picked up one of the tree limbs. He swished it back and forth a few times before laying it across my backside as hard as he could.

I groaned at that one. It hurt something fierce. But, I was here for the duration. Blake slashed my butt with that thing for ten times also. The leather strap was last, nailing me for another ten strokes. I knew what my butt must be looking like right about now; probably over twenty red lines, as it felt like the whole thing was on fire.

"You done, now?" Sid asked, fairly impatiently.

"Yeah; your turn."

The straps of my harness that covered my buttocks were undone and moved aside for Sid to make his cock known to me again. I felt him touch my barrier and in one lunge, he was inside me. I grunted at the abruptness of it, but otherwise handled it effectively. With the experience of yesterday's fun, Sid began laying into me harder than before. As my backside was marked up, every time he shoved his cock inside me it stung the skin covering my tail. The pain was remarkable.

While Sid was having his fun with my ass, Sammy moved to straddle the table at my head. He removed the ballgag and placed his own cock at my lips.

"Open up and suck it like I know you can," he said simply.

Having to raise my head up to accompany his cock, I had to tighten up my gluttial muscles. Sid groaned at the tighter seal on his dick. Sammy coaxed his cock down my throat and began fucking my face with a steady rhythm. His pubes tickled my nose each time he thrust inside. Both teens double-fucked me for quite some time before Sid groaned through his first orgasm of the day. John took his place behind me.

"Time to see if you can really handle a man," he threatened.

I almost laughed at that. After handling a cock that was significantly larger than his, I thought he might have been joking. But as he viciously lunged forward into my backside, I realized he wasn't. It wasn't the size of his cock that made me gasp; it was the speed of his assault.

John grabbed my crossed arms and used them to gain leverage for fucking me harder. He was beginning to bang my hips off the coffee table even though my body was tied tightly to it. He wasn't about to let up, though, even through my discomfort. His cock was nice, but not nearly as large as Blake's. I doubted very few men in the world could equal Blake.

"Take it a little easier, John," Sammy said to him as he jammed his own dick down my neck.

"I'm okay, Sammy," I said when I took my next breath.

John lunged forward to emphasize that more so. I grunted but held on well enough. John didn't let up the whole time. His cock continued its wailing of my backside doorway. Finally, he came and pulled out, dripping cum along the way. Sammy was finished with my mouth and moved around to replace John. Blake made his way to my mouth.

There was no way I was going to be able to swallow that entire thing, but I did manage to get a substantial amount down my throat. Sammy finished behind me, to be replaced by the cock that I was really here for. Blake didn't disappoint. As he laid into me, like the stud that he was, Sid sat down in front of my face. In between Blake's powerful thrusts, I opened my mouth for him.

As Blake was building towards his climax, I began getting near mine. He came too soon and I was left without relief. Sid took his place again and commented on my ruined hole. I couldn't retort as John lined his strengthening cock up to my mouth. It wasn't until Blake had shoved his cock back inside me again that I finally came all over the floor.

That was how it went that whole day. We took a break for lunch, them releasing me from my bonds for about half an hour, however, I did resume the same position soon after the meal. A household full of horny teenagers and one sex-crazed preteen. We fucked from that morning to about an hour before Blake's parents came home. It was a great fucking day.

I left that day, dripping of cum down both legs. I was sore, but happy.

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