[The following story is fiction, although it is based on some truths and was written with a couple of friends in mind. The characters in the story are all fictional as well, and do not portray anyone real or anyone that has ever existed. It deals with the 'humiliation' factor that teenagers seemed to be so good at, and while the story is made up the ideas behind it, unfortunately, are not. Other than that, it's meant to be adult entertainment, and it was fun to write. The author would appreciate any feedback from you, the reader, as the feedback is the thing that keeps me writing. –nathan9001@yahoo. com]
Takedown of a Teenage Swimmer
Jonathan Basedon was seventeen years old, with a trim hard body, jet black hair and eyes to match that could burn through you when they stared. He was one of the fastest swimmers in his Georgia high school, and he took no crap from anyone. On this particular day, like so many days, he was out in his apartment pool doing laps, churning them out with a speed and an intensity that was truly remarkable. He was driven—the state meet was just one week away and he wanted that trophy, bad! Consequently, he was pushing himself hard, and spending more time in the water than he was out. His body cut the cool water like a knife, and his arms seemed to fly through it, pushing him forward relentlessly. For the last two weeks he had been spending all of his spare time at the pool, either practicing at the high school or doing laps at the apartment complex. Today, like so many days, he was being watched, and there were more than a few girls sunbathing at the edge of the pool under the heat of the Saturday sun. Jonathan was proud of his body, and proud of his abilities, and he knew he looked _s_e_x_y, and he enjoyed being stared at. Simply put, he was hot, and he knew it.
Jonathan had one of those perfect adolescent bodies, the kind that really stand out when the only thing worn is a Speedo bathing suit. He wished he had his on now, and while some of his teammates hated theirs, he actually loved the thing. He liked the tightness of it, and the way it barely covered his body. He also liked the way it made all the girls stare and long for him. That was the best thing of all, oh how he loved to catch people looking, wishing their body was half what his was. He loved a crowd! Yeah, its was as much fun to walk the poolside at the meets and feel the envy as it was to win the trophies. Today of course, with the meet coming up, he was wearing a drag suit, in order to help build his speed, and while it was more in style and 'cooler' in so many ways, still he preferred the feeling and the excitement that he felt when he was dressed in nothing but a Speedo. Yeah, he loved swimming!
Today, he was being bothered. He knew he should have skipped the afternoon and come down late, like he did so many evenings, sneaking into the pool after the 10pm closing time. By 11pm it was always deserted, and since the pool was surrounded by a high wooden fence once he was inside he could pretty much swim unseen. His parents didn't object, and actually encouraged their son to push himself to excellence. But today, it was mid-afternoon and the pool was anything but deserted. He should have waited until later, but his school had been closed and he had been too impatient to get in the water. Besides, there were some advantages of working out in mid-afternoon, and chief among them were the girls that would be there to watch. And they were there now, and he enjoyed showing off his body as much as anything, so he didn't mind a few distractions and up until now he had been enjoying the stares. He had even talked the apartment manager into getting his own lane marked off, so he should have been able to get some real training done. But today, his swimming was not going well and his practice was all but a waste of time.
In the pool, splashing and carrying on liked they owned the pool or something, was a group of three younger boys who were too busy playing to care about his laps or what he was working on. As they cannon-balled off the sides and took turns splashing each other, they generated waves and didn't seem to care what he was trying to do. Two of the boys were thirteen, and the older boy was just fourteen by a week. For much of the last few weeks there had been a sort of rivalry between Jonathan and the older of the three teens, but up until now their tempers had remained in check and things had been peaceful, even if a little strained. The younger boys were all friends from the local junior high school, and right now they were just being obnoxious to everyone. Their language was crude, and more than a few of the people around the pool were annoyed at their behavior. They didn't seem to care, or notice. They were what you would call part of the 'in crowd', if junior high kids have such a thing, and they had their skater looks to match. Their hair was a little on the wild side, the ends bleached and short, and their just developing bodies were hinting at the first vestiges of manhood. With a tremendous show, the youngest of the three boys cannon-balled off the diving board, and landed directly next to the swimming senior. With the impact and the concussion that reverberated into the water, Jonathan's concentration was totally interrupted and his rhythm he had been working on was gone with it.
Finally, he could stand it no more, and as he reached the shallow end he gave up, and pulled himself from the water, exiting the pool with a single push. One of the girls smiled at him, and as she watched the water running off his perfect body, you could almost feel her teenage desire just hanging in the air. Jonathan smiled back at her, stealing a glance at her tits as he did. Then, turning to face the boys, his face screwed into a look of disgust. Then, he made the remarks that started what would later come back to haunt him.
"God you little faggots are brats....think you're so _f_u_c_k_ing cooooool with your stupid skateboards and your tiny little dicks."
The oldest boy of the group, a lad just barely fourteen and who went by the name of Robbie Sheldon, was standing directly next to the high school senior when he had pulled himself from the water, and now his eyes were flush with the center of the taller boy's smooth chest. Still, even though he was small in stature, he didn't seem to be afraid, and his blue eyes radiated an air of haughtiness as he looked up at the senior. He threw his head back, bouncing his blond hair out of his eyes with a well-practiced motion. As his friends gazed on at him, their looks encouraging him further, everyone was wondering what was about to happen. The air was thick with the tension, the two teenagers, their ages three years apart, staring at each other and everyone looking on with interest. The younger lad didn't flinch and he never looked away. Then, while the poolside audience watched, he started to speak, and he made sure he was speaking loud enough so EVERYONE could hear him.
"Hey hotshot--you don't own this pool! You think your so _d_a_m_n_ cool---well _f_u_c_k_ YOU!"
Every once in a while a teenage male does something incredibly stupid, and well, this was one of those times. Why he did it no one ever would figure out. But what he did do was certainly not one of the smarter moves of his life. As he finished speaking his words he suddenly and on a whim spit, and the wad of goo flew from his lips and impacted Jonathan's face so fast everyone that saw it was just shocked at what he had done. Time seemed to stand still then, the gob of spittle actually hitting the senior just under his left eye. As it did so, the older boy hesitated, not making an initial reaction but the fury clearly building in his eyes.
But the younger boys watching sure reacted, and burst out laughing with a roar that could have been heard across the complex. Instantly, the status of their friend was accelerated to new heights, and hell, he was a HERO for God's sake! However, his leap to stardom didn't last long, and there was no way that Jonathan Basedon could ignore the comment or the wad of spit that had gone with it.
As the boys were still roaring with laughter, the seventeen year old senior suddenly went into action, almost as if he had snapped, and with a swift upper cut his right arm flew out, nailing his tormentor right square under his chin. The impact was hard and direct, and the effect was immediate. The young teen staggered from the blow, and then with a stunned expression that was somewhere between surprise and shock, his eyes seemed to roll to the sky. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, he just started to fall backward, so slowly in fact he appeared to hardly be moving. His back stayed straight, and he fell like a board would topple, his eyes rolled back in his head and his body rigid and straight. Instantly, the pool area went totally quiet as everyone watched him fall. Just then, Jonathan gave him a little shove with his right hand, pushing him harder, while at the same time reaching out to his bathing suit and grabbing the front of it with his left. The shove propelled the boy with a burst of speed, but as he fell backward, Jonathan never let go of his suit. Consequently, as the boy's body fell towards the water, propelled from the momentum of the hit and the push and the weight of his movement, the thin material of his suit was unable to stop the physics that were in motion. And, so, as he fell, his mouth was open in shock but although he was stunned he wasn't too far out of it to realize that as he was falling he was leaving his bathing suit behind.
"RIPPPPPPPPPPPP" "KASPLASHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
As his body hit the pool, there was a burst of laughter from a few of the girls that were nearby. On impact, the young teen lay momentarily stunned, mostly from the blow under his chin. For a few priceless seconds he lay frozen on his back, his arms and legs spread wide and his entire genitals exposed and visible to everyone. He wasn't stunned very long though, and in fact came to in an instant after he hit the cold water, his face flushing light pink with the embarrassment, and his hands desperately clawing to cover his bare crotch as fast as he could move them. What was immediately apparent was that the cool-acting kid's body hadn't quite caught up with his adolescent bravado, and it was clear that he was lacking the finer attributes of manhood. Yeah, without any doubt, it was obvious that puberty had hardly touched the fourteen year old yet, and as his friends gawked in amazement he freaked as he realized what had been revealed. It had just happened so fast....and he couldn't help it! He had only the tiniest bit of pubic hair and now EVERYONE knew it! He could have DIED! He hadn't lain still very long, but it had been long enough for everyone to see how little his dick was and how small his balls were. For the boy who owned them, it was the most humiliating moment in his fourteen year old life.
Jonathan was glaring at him, a huge smile slowly creeping across his face as he took in the little boy look of the teenager he had hit. As Robbie Sheldon reacted, covering himself and praying that he hadn't been seen, he realized from the expressions and the smiles that were staring back at him that he had. Oh GOD they had seen it ALL---even the GIRLS! Then, his face went from a shade of pink to a bright red crimson with that realization.
To make matters worse, Jonathan suddenly yelled out "That's one small dick you have BALDY!"
The kid, still holding his hands over his crotch, stared back at the senior, his lower lip literally quivering from the embarrassment. Still, he had a defiant side, and in a somewhat subdued tone, he tried to save some dignity from what had just happened and he yelled back "You're a fat ass and I'm gonna get you someday. I am!"
Jonathan burst out laughing, and then said "Who, you mean ME?---you CALLING ME A FATASS???? Is THAT the best you can do? Listen, you, YOU WITH THE BALD DICK—you're not gonna GET anyone—you hear me?"
Then, as he made a sweeping motion with his hand almost as if he was swinging a paddle, he continued: "And you better listen _f_u_c_k_WAD, next time your bare pubeless ass threatens me I'm gonna spank it right off of you! Yeah, I swear to God next time you're getting a bare ass spanking---You hear ME----BALDY?"
The kids face went beet red, and as the girls nearby laughed he lowered his eyes, totally defeated and hopelessly embarrassed, his tiny and virtually hairless dick just a point in the water and the source of shame from which he knew he had no recovery.
All of a sudden several of the girls watching started clapping. Then, one of the girls said "Now, I want to see THAT. Those little brats sure deserve a spanking!" Then, it seemed suddenly all the girls were giggling.
Jonathan laughed with them, and then, with a flip of his wrist, he tossed the remains of the kid's ripped suit he still held in his hands over to the girls that were giggling, and then, still laughing himself, he turned around and walked back towards his parent's apartment. As he exited the pool area, the three boys were in shock, Robbie still blushing red from shame and the others scrambling to get a towel so their humiliated friend with his tiny dick could cover himself. Needless to say, they left the pool area as fast as they could get out of there.
Five days later Jonathan Basedon was doing laps again. With the meet now only days away, he had been staying late after school doing laps for the coach. In the evenings he had waited until the apartment pool closed, and then, around 11pm, he would hop the fence and enjoy the pool to himself for a final midnight swim before bed. Tonight, he was really making progress, and he could almost feel it as he worked to shave seconds from his times. The coach at school had detected his drive and improvement, and he was actually looking forward to Saturday and the almost certain wins he was going to accomplish. As he rounded the turn on his 29th and next to last lap, he was thinking of the meet and who the competition was. With his mind running hard and his body stretched out into a perfect butterfly stroke, he hadn't seen the large group of young teenagers as they had slipped over the fence, moving in the shadows almost like an army of ants. They had been planning revenge since last Saturday, and now, it was time to put their little plan into progress.
Jonathan never saw them. As he neared the shallow end, preparing for yet another turn, suddenly they were on him, leaping into the water and grabbing at him from seemingly nowhere, and everywhere. Startled, he came up swinging, but he was surrounded. GOD! There were at least eight of them in the pool with him, grabbing at him, pulling at his arms, two boys on each of his legs, holding them. He fought like a madman, and as he turned and twisted and then flipped over he saw too that they were not the only ones. What the hell was going on? There had to be another fifteen kids standing on the sides of the pool, a cheering section of girls and guys and obviously thrilled to be witnessing his assault. Jonathan was desperate, but one of the kids had him in a full nelson, and, already exhausted from his hard workout, he was just trying hard to catch his breath. The boys holding him submerged him, dunking him under and holding him until he was gasping for air, and then again, and then yet again, barely coming up long enough to let him suck in any air at all. It didn't take very long until they had him totally winded and out of breath, gasping and desperate for air and even struggling just to remain conscious. Soon he had lost most of his ability to resist and for the most part the fight was taken out of him.
Suddenly, as he looked down, he saw the Sheldon boy. Baldy! Yeah, it was HIM alright! _s_h_i_t_—so this is what it was all about! _d_a_m_n_! As he started to tell him to _f_u_c_k_ off he stopped himself as he suddenly realized what the boy was doing. Oh _s_h_i_t_---NO! As he watched he saw the boy slowly reaching out to untie the drawstring of his suit and he started struggling like a madman to stop him. But _d_a_m_n_, they were holding him good, and there were a lot of them! He pulled one arm free, but before he could do anything with it they once again pushed him under the water and held him there, finally letting him up as he gasped and heaved for air once again. Two boys then grabbed his free arm again. Then, oh my God, as he watched, powerless to prevent it, he felt his own bathing suit being lowered, down and then down some more. "Oh no....no..no no noooooo!" he pleaded, his voice soft as his chest still heaved for air. Even as he pleaded, he felt his suit hanging on that magic point just before his dick would pop free, his balls barely covered and his pubic hair exposed to the crowd. He fought again, as hard as his weakened state would allow, begging now with desperation, but even as he struggled he could feel himself being dragged to the edge of the pool and then out of it, his suit still only half covering his genitals. He was still softly pleading "no....no....no.....no" and then "oh pleaseeeeee, don't.....please." There was nothing he could do. He was surrounded by a teenage crowd of kids around the age of thirteen, a mixed crowd of boys and girls, mostly from the junior high school. While he was bigger and stronger than any one of them, as a group they clearly had the upper hand and they seemed to have an agenda and he was powerless to stop it. Jonathan felt his eyes water, and he just wanted desperately to be anywhere else than where he was. Then, the fourteen year old boy he had humiliated last Saturday, looked him in the eyes as he held the edges of his suit. Then, slowly, and with a smile, he leaned over and said "Are you crying? Hey, he's CRYING!!!"
"Hahahah ha ha ha" he laughed, along with the others in the crowd. Then, with a smirk, he began to pull downwards on the fabric a little harder, pulling Jonathan's swim trunks down ever so slowly in front of everyone. The big teenager's dick popped free, bobbing as it did so. He gasped, and then yelled 'OH _f_u_c_k_KKK" as his dick became exposed, and his faced flushed bright red with embarrassment. Instead of its usually length, it was small and rounded, the teenager's balls tight and up firm against his body, the cold water and the fear of what was happening combining to shrink his dick down until it looked like a little knob.
In desperation, he started to yell out, to cry for help, but just as he did so he felt a dirty sock being stuffed in his mouth, and then something being tied around his head to hold it in place. After that, all he could do was grunt out his protests, as the countless hands spread his feet and arms wide apart. Then, without hardly a word being spoken, he was flipped over, and pulled across one of the many tables that were located throughout the pool area. His legs were held off the table, and were being stretched apart and spread wide by the group of kids that had taken him. As he struggled he suddenly felt someone's hand reach out underneath him and cup his tight little ballsack! OH GOD he thought, as he bucked his hips and struggled desperately to get away! Suddenly, a voice from someone he didn't recognized whispered in his ear: "Stop your struggles man, or your nuts aren't going to be happy." As he heard the words, he felt a gently but firm squeeze from the hand that cupped his balls. OH GOD!
The seventeen year old was completely at the mercy of the younger crowd, and as he was stretched out face down across the table, even his asshole, with its ring of _s_e_x_ hair, was exposed and open. His smooth white ass bobbed in the light of the apartment complex, his big balls still crunched up under him and one of the younger lads holding them, and clearly ready to squeeze them hard if the older teen started to misbehave. The boy's arms were stretched out wide, and there were three kids holding each arm. Likewise, there wasn't anyway he could move his legs, they were stretched out and open, and his ass was perched to the sky. It was an embarrassing position, and he felt totally exposed and totally vulnerable. Where his bathing suit was he had no idea.
FWACK! FWACKKKKKK! FWACKKKKKK! OH _s_h_i_t_! What the hell? He looked back, and my GOD they had a hairbrush, and as he struggled he could feel someone bringing it down again and again and again on his bare ass. _f_u_c_k_ it HURT! He didn't even know the name of the kid that was pounding him. _s_h_i_t_! OK...._d_a_m_n_....STOP. STOP! He fought, but _s_h_i_t_, whoever was behind the unknown hand holding his balls, was squeezing them as he struggled, even as the hairbrush continued to fall. FWACKKKKK! FWACKKKKKK!
"ARGHHHHHHHHH" "FUKKLKKKKKK!!!" he grunted into his gag.
He was surrounded by kids, and they were laughing and talking and admiring the growing redness in his ass, even as the hairbrush continued to work its magic, raining blow after blow into the bare skin of his ass. There was no end in the onslaught to his bottom, the back of the brush impacting his teenage rear with a fury, faster and faster it was happening, and whoever was doing it working it in such a way to cover his entire bottom thoroughly. Someone said "Pull his legs apart....yeah....WIDER" and then he felt his legs stretching so wide EVEYTHING was exposed, followed by the FWACKKK of the brush as it was being applied to the inner reaches of his ass. OH God! He bucked his hips like a madman, struggling to get away from the onslaught of the hairbrush, but as blow after blow continued he was helpless to stop it. FWACKKKKK! FWACKKKKK! Suddenly, he felt it being worked right up the crack of his ass, again and again it smacked his hole and with each smack he grunted and the tears poured from his eyes.
Suddenly, Robbie Sheldon leaned over and whispered in his ear: "So, you said you were going to give me a bare ass spanking did you? Guess what---looks to me like you're the one getting his butt turned red. "HA HA HA HAH!"
With his words, the guy wielding the hairbrush picked up speed, and really began to just paint his ass with it, almost pounding the backside of the wooden brush so hard that it sounded like a miniature jackhammer as it impacted his rear. FWACK FWACK FWACK FWACK FWACK FWACK FWACK FWACK FWACK FWACK FWACK FWACK FWACK FWACK!
"OHRGGE AGUGHHHH RGGGGG' he grunted, his ass a blazing caldron of raw flesh and now so _f_u_c_k_ing red that it almost started to glow. His hips were going wild, thrusting to escape the brush, a useless gesture but the _s_e_x_ual connotations were obvious and tended to build an increasing excitement in the crowd. The boy working the brush had moved back and had started over, this time concentrating all the blows onto a single area of his ass. FWACK!!! FWACK!!! FWACKKKK! Again and again he was now smacking the back of the wooden brush into Jonathan's left butt cheek, working it up over the mound and then down under it, concentrating extra swats where the boys left leg ended into his butt. God his bottom hurt! He thrust again with even more intensity, the tears now just flowing totally out of control, and everyone who was there seemingly enjoying every tear he was shedding.
Then he felt the brush being moved to the other mound of his bottom, and the onslaught started all over again there, burning the back of the wooden brush into the previous marks of his already blistered ass. The blows rained down continuously, harder and harder and each one seemingly on top of where another one had fallen previously, pulverizing his right butt check and turning it absolutely scarlet. Soon, he was a babbling wreck, spent and exhausted and his face so cried out that the tears just flowed like a river and his butt burned like a nuclear furnace.
Suddenly, the hairbrush stopped, and then, without warning, someone began to pour an entire bottle of rubbing alcohol onto his raw flaming red ass. OH GODDDDDDD!!!! _s_h_i_t_TTTTTTT! He bucked his hips, the burning liquid running right down his bright red crack, and then, when he didn't think it could get any worse, he suddenly felt someone's hands rubbing it in. With a grunt, he felt a finger even enter in and out of his rectum, in and out and in and out, opening his asshole and readying it for more of the alcohol. OH GOD IT BURNED! IT BURNED SO _f_u_c_k_ING BAD—and everyone seemed to be laughing at his reaction! The teenager thrust and jerked and screamed into his gag, but there was nothing on earth he could do to put out the fire, which seemed to increase exponentially by the second. Suddenly, he felt two fingers enter his hole, just as more of the alcohol was being poured over him. With his hole open, and the fingers stretched apart, some of the alcohol entered his rectum and actually ran inside, and the burn seemed to consume him like a fire out of control. The muscles in his ass then spasmed, his hole jerking itself open and close. It was almost like his own ass was sucking on the fingers that were still pistoning in and out of it. Finally somebody pulled them out with a pop, leaving his ass with a fire inside and out that defied description. Then, just as he didn't think anything could hurt that bad, he suddenly felt the alcohol again. This time it was being poured over and rubbed into his balls, and as it was being done the tears just flowed and he screamed in desperation like there was no tomorrow.
Finally, it ended. As he tried to suck the snot back in, he felt himself being rolled over and before he knew it he was staring face up at the laughing crowd, his body resting on his flaming red ass and the pain real, intense, and humiliating. The tears continued to stream down his face, his snot running out of his nose, and they held his arms stretched out wide apart and up over his head, the hair of his armpits visible and sweating. His asshole was literally on fire, and his balls were flushed pink and felt like they were cooking. Likewise, his feet were spread wide apart, and he was totally and absolutely exposed to anyone looking. His _c_o_c_k_ was still shrunken like it was trying to hide, now more from fear than from anything else. Then, someone shoved something behind his back, propping his head up. As they did that, he saw IT, and oh GOD as he did he looked into Robbie's eyes and began to plead, grunting into his gag and begging for mercy even as he knew it would not be coming. In the hands of the fourteen year old was a battery operated hair clipper and it was obvious where it was going to be directed! "NGH! NGH! NGHGGGGG!!!" Jonathan grunted into his gag, and even as he struggled he heard the click as the switch was thrown and then he saw the clippers "buzzzzzzzzzzzz" to life!
It only took six passes through his pubic region for the fourteen year old to remove what had taken Jonathan Basedon seventeen years to grow. As the boy watched it happen to him, the crowd's laughter was ringing in his ears. It seemed everyone was delighted to watch all the hair of his _s_e_x_ being clipped, everyone that is but the boy who it was being done to. He fought and struggled, but he was held down firmly, and as the electric razor took off the mantle over his manhood he was so humiliated his face was scarlet, literally matching the bright red color of his well paddled ass! Two more passes and his underarms were clipped as well. As Robbie was running the shaver, he remarked "You know, some swimmers shave themselves....its supposed to make you go faster. Maybe you should thank us!"
Then, as he watched, unable to do anything to stop any of this, he saw the can of shaving cream, felt it being applied, and then saw several boys, much younger than himself begin to scrape the last of his pubic hair away. The little disposable BIC razors took every strand that the clippers had missed, and it wasn't long until he was staring at the smoothest crotch he had ever seen, his scared knob of a _c_o_c_k_ looking ridiculously funny against the backdrop of his bald mound. God, he was as smooth as the day he was born! They didn't stop until they had done his pink balls, and while that was being done there literally was NOTHING he could do but grunt in shame and watch as it happened.
Robbie then whispered in his ear: "So big boy.....whose the B-A-L-D one now?????"
Then, one of the girls in the crowd suddenly said "Hey Robbie, see if he's gay! Give him the gay test!!!!"
Robbie, still holding one of the safety razors in his hand, said "What the hell's the gay test? What's that?"
The girl answered "See if he gets hard if a guy holds his dick?"
There was a burst of laughter, almost a roar actually, and with their encouragement, Robbie Sheldon shrugged his shoulders and then reached down and simply took hold of the senior's tiny shrunken dick that was really not much bigger than it had been when he had been pulled from the pool.
The girl then said "Don't jerk it---just see if he likes a guy holding him....that's the gay test!"
And so, Robbie didn't pull on it or jerk on it at all. But he did hold it, and as he held it he did give it a little gentle squeeze as he did so, encouraging it to harden if it was so inclined.
Everyone was staring, watching to see if the teenager would respond.
They were not disappointed and it didn't take long. As Jonathan struggled, he felt his dick start to immediately stiffen almost as soon as the younger teen had grabbed it. OH GOD! He tried to think of something else, hell, ANYTHING else, but it didn't seem to matter and his dick was soon growing and growing and growing, almost as if it was excited for the audience and begging for a stroking, guy or no guy doing it. The ripple of laughter grew with his dick, and before he knew what was happening he was fully hard, and within only a few minutes he was sitting with a huge, jutting erection that looked like it was begging for action. He knew he was screwed and there was nothing he could do to stop any of it. Then, when he didn't think it could get in worse, it did. There, directly in front of him, staring at him, and his very bald and now very stiff dick, was Karen Hensworth, a high school girl from his own school and the one girl in all the world that he knew that really hated him. OH GOD—what the HELL was she doing here????? She would tell everyone! As he looked at her, she was grinning from ear to ear, and it was then that he noticed the digital camera in her hand. No!!!!!
Then she spoke up, rather loudly: "Looks to me like he's gay. I bet you he'd cum if he felt a guy jerking him."
With her words, Jonathan went biszerk....shaking his body from side to side and trying desperately to get loose and get away from the crowd of young teens.
"Yeah, lets see! Jerk him!"
'Yeah, the studboy deserves a jerk---hahaha ha ha HAH"
"Yeah, he's gay—look how hard he is! Give him what he wants!"
There was lots of laughter at that, and then, even as he struggled, he suddenly felt something being put on his dick and as he looked down one of the girls was squirting tanning oil directly over his hard _c_o_c_k_. God! Then, as he, and everyone else, watched, the young male teenager still holding his dick started to slide his hand over it, up and down and up and down, rubbing the tanning oil along the entire length of his shaft. As he did so, Jonathan's eyes flew wide open, and he yelled into the gag and begged for him to stop. The young teen that was pumping him started to giggle, and continued to work his hand up and down and up and down. In desperation, Jonathan tossed his head sideways back and forth. No! No! No! No! But there was no stopping the hand on his oiled dick, and as it pistoned up and down his shaft the crowd's mood grew almost giddy with the excitement.
"Yeah....he likes it!!!"
"Sure does---wow look at how hard he is!"
"He sure is turned on watching a guy work his dick!"
"Yeah, he loves a guy holding him---just look at his expression!"
"God the end of his thing is purple!"
"Sure looks funny with no hair!"
"God he's turned on—look at his dick---its seeping already!"
"Yeah, he's gay alright!"
As the boy worked the senior's dick, sliding his hand up and down the older teens oil slicked shaft, the youth being jerked couldn't hide his dick's reaction. It literally pulsated with desire and the entire end soon bulged and flared wide, turning darker and almost purple with intensity. It was harder than it had ever been before, and the other kids staring at the action were almost mesmerized at his eight and a half inches of length, as well as its girth and hardness. For the vast majority of the crowd, it was the largest dick they had ever seen. The entire end had mushroomed wide and was purple, the eye of the slit was soon glistening with desire, the pre-cum oozing copiously and very visible to everyone who stared. As his own slime intermixed with the oil on his shaft, he could feel the pressure in his nuts and as he stared at the kids watching he closed his eyes from the shame. Even so, Jonathan was grunting from the feeling, his big balls bouncing with the stroking and his dick jutting up from his bald mound, eager for the attention and uncaring about who was watching. He grunted again, the feeling starting to build even more, all the while the kids were laughing and everyone it seemed was smiling as they watched the show. It was clear to everyone too that the teenager was obviously totally turned on as another boy was working his dick in front of them.
Jonathan tried to force his mind to think of other thoughts, and as he squinted his eyes closed in shame, there was nothing he could do to stop what was happening. He tried to struggle—but it was useless. He tried to shift his mind elsewhere, but it was impossible. OH God! The feeling! No! No! But even as he struggled, the buildup of the feeling continued, and as the boy jerked him off in front of the crowd there was nothing he could do. Hell, he was harder than he had ever been in his life, and his dick bulged and pulsated with an obvious desire, the entire tip now drooling precum in long strands that defied explanation. Suddenly, he threw his head back, and then, with an approving roar from the crowd, he began to ejaculate. He couldn't help himself. He shot huge lines of cum into the air, the first shot so violent it landed on his face, and the second shot hitting his chin and the third and forth leaving white lines across his chest. After that his dick just pulsated, and pumped out the white goo onto his belly where it puddled into a small little pool. In fact, for the boy it was the most intense and violent orgasm of his life, and he shot more spunk from the end of his hairless dick that he had ever shot at one time in his entire life.
Finally, it was over. He was spent, exhausted, and a mess, and his flaming ass was still burning so hot that it felt like it was literally cooking. Suddenly, Robbie bent forward, and leaned up real close and then he whispered in his ear: "Nice wad guy. Now get this jerkface---I've got a plastic bag of your pubic hair and a nice long video of everything. I swear to GOD that if you turn me in, your pubes are gonna get mailed to more than a few people you know, right along with a nice picture of you and your bald _c_o_c_k_ squirting its juices. Not only that, you say one word and I swear that you're gonna be the next porn star on the internet, and you'll be a webcam classic. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
The gagged boy couldn't do anything, but his eyes were wide open with fear as he realized the threat was real. He saw the video camera still rolling, and it was clear from the many flashes he had seen that more than one person had recorded most of what had happened. The tears were flowing, and the cum lines were pooling on his chest and stomach, his navel filled with is own cream and everyone staring at it. It was a nightmare!
Then Robbie said it again: "I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
Jonathan nodded then, oh yeah he understood alright. He was defeated, embarrassed, and humiliated, and the bald mound and his slick armpits were testaments to his shame......there was no way he could ever tell anyone and they knew it!
Years later this event would be seen as a turning point in the lives of Robbie Sheldon and Jonathan Basedon. Robbie had become an instant hero, and had revenged his own humiliation and had taken down the smart little jerk of a seventeen year old in a planned attack that had left him embarrassed beyond measure. In doing so, he elevated his stature among his peers, and was never again to feel intimidated by someone older or stronger than himself. In fact, he would go on to become highly successful, an honors graduate in college, and living his life helping other people and becoming well respected in his community. Jonathan Basedon on the other hand, never really recovered. He didn't win the swim meet by a long shot, and while he did make the grades at school, socially he never really fit in very well. Later in life he changed his name more than once, and floated into one job and out of another. He lacked the integrity and virtues that might have led to happiness. By the time he was in his forties he had withdrawn to his computer, and there he liked to strike up conversations with anyone he could, and he got his kicks out of getting people to trust him when they shouldn't have. He even burned one kid once, but lost his self respect in doing so. He never learned how to apologize. Over time, he eventually became depressed and required treatment for his condition. Last anyone heard, he was taking a combination of Prozac, Wellbutrin, and Trazadone, and was having a hell of a time even getting an erection. Maybe what he needed was another crowd.