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Kyle's Trial - 1
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

This is the start of a long journey that poor Kyle 
undergoes at the hands of school bullies. (mm-teens, 
nc, rp, huml, 1st, blkmail, voy, ws, tor, v)



Chapter 1

When I was fifteen my dad died, and my mom had to move 
to a new city for a job opportunity. It was rough on me 
as I was really comfortable in my old school. I had had 
a girlfriend, Id been fucking for about nine months, 
and really felt good about her and us and myself. I did 
really well on the Freshman Swim Team, and my grades 
had been quite high. But moving to a new city and a new 
school changed all of that. 

My name is Kyle Timm and I am now sixteen years old, 
and my life is really fucked up. I am a good looking 
kid, so they tell me, with a nice muscular body for a 
boy my age, not too beefy, but toned really nice from 
swimming since I was in sixth grade. I am an only 
child, and I am alone a lot as my Mom has to travel for 
her job. She trusts me and has no problem leaving me 
alone. 

However I got really lonely at times. At first I talked 
ever day with my girlfriend on the phone, but after a 
few months, I knew we were drifting apart. I have to be 
honest, I also missed the sex big time. I mean jerking 
your own prick with your hand can't compare with 
stuffing it into a nice tight pussy. You may think 
fifteen was too young for a guy to fuck, but shit, all 
the kids in my class were doing it. Times are different 
now and kids fuck much younger. 

Well, the loneliness I felt, led me to try even harder 
to make new friends at my new school. No one was mean 
to me or anything, but those kinds of things take time. 
The girls at the school really seemed to take to me, 
and I think that made some of the jocks jealous. I'm 
not sure how the trouble started, yes I am, it all 
started and ended with Jake. Jake is a senior. 

He is the most popular guy in the school, and I think 
his girlfriend was maybe too nice to me, although 
that's hard to say, because Jake is a fuck 'em and 
leave 'em kind of dude. You know what I mean? He is so 
handsome, so buff, so cool, so sure of himself, that 
every girl in school has wet panties over him. 

He dates a girl and she acts like she has earned some 
kind of merit badge or something. Whereas we all know 
she gets to suck dick on the first date and maybe gets 
fucked on the second. Everybody knows that if you date 
Jake, you have to suck dick on the first date. The guys 
all kid about it and try to emulate him, but most of 
the girls wont do that with other guys, Jake is 
special. He has some kind of charisma that is just 
awesome. 

He has that kind of mean handsome look, like you can't 
tell if he is smiling with you or at you. His eyes 
twinkle and he kind of sneers, and you don't know what 
to say. He almost always gets his way, and rumor has it 
that the A's he gets in school are because he is 
fucking three female teachers and letting two queer 
teachers suck him off. I didn't believe that at first, 
but I do now. And to think he's only a little over a 
year older than I am. 

He's the captain of the swim team. Well, lots of the 
guys were really pissed when Coach Martin put me on the 
varsity team right away. Lots of younger kids were 
jealous, and lots of the seniors were really angry. 
Coach Martin said the team could use a good diver, and 
I am a very good diver. I guess Jake was the most 
pissed of all, but he never showed it. In fact, that 
was when he started to act like my best buddy. 

Jake invited me to watch sports shows on TV at his 
house, and I thought I had made a new best friend. I 
felt much better about being in the new city and at the 
new school. I wasn't so lonely. Shit, when you were 
Jake's friend, doors opened everywhere. 

Jake would even set up dates with some of the hot girls 
at school. But when I tried to get to the fucking 
stage, they somehow pulled back. Then, when I felt I 
had gotten in really good with Jake and a bunch of the 
seniors, they lowered the boom on me. It happened one 
day after swim practice when Jake asked to have a chat 
with me. 

We sat on a long bench in the locker room. We still 
both wore out Speedos, and I couldn't help but notice, 
as I had noticed countless times, how much Jake bulged 
out in the front of his swim suit. Well, I had seen him 
in the shower too, and I knew he had a freakishly big 
dick. Like the dick on a big black basketball player, 
even though he wasn't black and not all that tall. 
Everybody talked all the time about how his dick was 
the largest in the school. 

I don't know if that's true, at least I didn't know at 
the time. But I knew it was large. It pushed the front 
of his suit out in a huge lump that I even caught coach 
Martin staring at. At meets, we knew all the girls 
watched that bulge more than the swimming. He was also 
known for his tight round ass, two really solid, 
muscular globes. 

He was an all round stud, and I tell you this to try to 
explain to you how difficult it was to resist him in 
any way at all, no matter if you were a dude or a cunt. 
He just had this way about him. All the guys did 
everything he wanted, he always got his way. 

So we are seated in the locker room, on the bench. His 
hair is still wet from the shower and hanging in his 
eyes, and his body is wet too and glistens in the bare 
locker room bulbs. Did I mention his nipples, no, well 
he has a nice strong swimmers chest, but also those 
really puffy, pouty, stick out kind of nipples... 
almost too big for a guy, but really hot on hot dudes. 
You know what I mean? They can look really wrong, like 
girlie tits on the wrong guy. But on the right dude, 
they are awesome. My nipples were pretty big back then 
too, and I was always worried because I didn't want to 
get kidded by the guys about having girl tits. Guys 
love to do that. 

"So listen dude, we got a little problemo, nothing 
major, but something we got to work out." Jake smiled 
and ran one hand over his chest. His even white teeth 
sparkled. 

"What's the matter Jake?" I guess I have to admit that 
by this time, I did idolize him. I mean I spent all my 
fun time with him, I talked to him on the phone every 
night, like I was his girlfriend or something. I hoped 
the problem was nothing serious, as I couldn't stand to 
lose another friend and be lonely again. That feeling 
probably has something to do with my dead father. 

Jake stretched out one leg and ran the toes of his foot 
down my naked calf. It tickled and sent a tingle 
through me. "Well, you know that you have become my 
best bud over these last few weeks." He nudged me with 
his toes. "Don't you?"

He smiled and I smiled. 

"Yeah, I guess." I felt somehow shy admitting that to 
him. "We do hang out a lot" 

He laughed a rich warm masculine teenage laugh. " A 
lot? Christ, Kyle, I don't even have time to fuck much 
cunt anymore, I'm so busy hanging with you. Sometimes 
my fuckmeat feels like it's going to explode right out 
of my jeans.

I felt a little thrill go through me at Jake's dirty 
talk. He talked dirty a lot. I also felt a twinge of 
sadness. "Is that the problem? Do you want to spend 
less time with me?"

He shook his head and some of the water from the shower 
flew from his hair into my face. It felt like rain. "No 
way, man, I want to spend more time with you. I feel 
kinda like we are brothers or something, don't you?" I 
nodded. "The problem is the other guys. They feel like 
I have dumped them for you. They're as jealous as that 
thirteen year old cunt I fucked pregnant last year when 
she found out I was boffing two other girls. They say 
its unfair cause you never went through any team 
initiation or anything like the rest of us." 

"I never heard about any team initiation, Jake?" 

"That's cause technically it's illegal. You know how 
parents and school boards are about that kind of shit. 
But we always do it, and all of us went through it, and 
the guys say it's not fair just because I am the 
captain of the team and you are my best friend, that I 
let you off so lightly."

I shrugged. "So, I'll do the dumb initiation." 

"Yeah, but I don't want you to have to endure any rough 
stuff. Those guys can be pretty big assholes sometimes, 
and like I say, they are jealous of you. So I won't let 
you go through any real hazing or anything. No bad 
stuff. Shit, I am too ashamed to even tell you what I 
had to do."

I somehow grew terribly excited by this talk, I don't 
know why. I tried to imagine what Jake had to do in 
front of other guys. "Like what, Jake? What did you 
have to do?" 

He shook his handsome head again. "Nah, I wouldn't ever 
want you to go through something like that. I like you 
way too much. But anyway, here's what I thought. I 
would tell the other guys that you would put in some 
time as a kind of, team manager. You would do little 
chores for them, pick up after them, that kind of 
stuff. I'll even help you. That way it would be like 
serving out an initiation, how does that sound. Just do 
what the guys ask you too, you know little favors and 
shit, and do that for about a month and then I know 
they will accept you as one of them. And that way, we 
can still be best friends without me taking all kinds 
of shit from them" 

"Sure, Jake. No problem. I don't want you to take any 
shit for me. I just want to get along with everyone, 
and I really want to stay your friend." He reached out 
and put one large hand on my naked shoulder, and for 
some reason, I felt really weak. 

"Great. I'll set it up with the guys, I'll tell them 
that starting tomorrow, you are serving initiation 
time, and they can give you little mild chores to do to 
prove your loyalty. And hey, in front of them, I may 
have to act a little tough and give you a few chores 
myself, I hope you don't mind. I private, I'll even 
help you with stuff, but in front of the other guys, 
.you know how it is. Ok dude?" 

I smiled and felt his fingers knead my shoulder. 
"That's fine Jake." 

"Puuuurrrrfeeect! He growled and stood up. "What say we 
hit a burger joint for some sustenance? I'll bet you 
are damned hungry and could eat just about anything." 
As he said that, he peeled down his Speedo. 

Now, I'd seen him naked like I said in the shower 
before, but for some reason this felt so different. 
There he stood bare assed naked in front of me, his 
strong muscular body not yet totally dry. He stepped 
out of his wet speed and left it on the locker room 
floor. 

He stood with his hands on his hips, his legs spread 
slightly. I couldn't help it, I had to look at that big 
fat girl fucker hanging between his legs. It was so 
fucking awesome. It hung at least six inches soft. 
Thick almost as a coke can and his big balls hung 
behind, swinging slightly. 

"Jesus," he said, "if I don't fuck something soon, I'm 
going to go nuts." One hand went down and cupped his 
huge nuts. I felt myself getting turned on, honest to 
God, I don't know why. I had never had a queer thought 
in my life. Not in my whole fucking life. Now he turned 
away and started to walk toward his locker. I watched 
his ass globes roll as he walked. "Oh Kyle, pick up my 
swim suit will you, and eh, take it home and wash it 
out for me, would you? I got so much homework, I won't 
have time." 

"No problem Jake." I leaned down and picked up his tiny 
Speedo, it felt warm and wet. It smelled like swim 
pool, and sweat, and I thought, slightly of Jakes big 
fat hairy balls and enormous cock. I held the warm suit 
in my hands and tried to ignore the fact that I had a 
sixteen year old boner. What was happening to me?

Chapter 2

It started the next day. I had no idea that Jake had 
already spoken with the other senior guys, but I was 
soon to find out. Everything went along fine until gym 
class. We have to take gym at my school twice a week 
even if we are on the swim team and practice every day 
after school. 

That's because coach thinks we still have to exercise 
our bodies in other ways, and we should play other 
sports as well. Anyway, it was after gym class, and I 
was at my locker stripped down to my jockstrap. Skeeter 
came about four lockers down from me with a bunch of 
Seniors. Skeeter is the class clown. He's a thin guy, 
blond, and not what you would call very hunky at all, 
still because of his sense of humor, he is really 
popular. 

Skeeter started talking really loudly to the three 
seniors with him, so loudly that heads turned, 
including mine. 

"Shit, I can't stand it anymore, my fucking jock strap 
is so fucking dirty you can smell it half way across 
the gym." 

Mack, another senior, muscular and tough looking 
answered, "You're not telling us anything we don't 
already know. You must have the dirtiest jock strap in 
the whole school." 

Ted added, "School, shit, he's got the fucking 
filthiest prick pouch in the whole God damned state." 
The guys laughed and I took it for just average horsing 
around. I had just taken off my jock strap and turned 
to reach for my boxer shorts when Skeeter shouted to 
me. 

"Hey, Kyle, is it true what Jake says? That you are 
willing to be initiated to be one of our gang? To be on 
the inside elite of the swim team? " He had a big smile 
when he said this. I held my boxers over my prick and 
nuts so I could turn to face him to answer. 

"Yeah, I guess. Jake said I should do it. You guys are 
really fun, and I want you to like me." 

"We do like you my man," Sketter said, rubbing the 
front of his pouch as if his dick and balls itched. I 
could smell his jock strap from five feet away. "But 
you can't just switch to our school one day, and take 
over the next, you already stole all our girls and 
Jake, you gotta pay your dues, right bros?" Ted and 
Mack nodded in mock seriousness. I couldn't tell how 
much they were kidding. "So what do you say, are you 
ready for a little initiation? Will you pass a few 
tests for us and shit like that, just to prove you got 
the balls?" 

I felt cold even though the locker room was really hot. 
"Ugh, yeah, sure, I guess." 

Sketter smiled. "Well then, since I am so fucking 
behind in my homework, I just don't have time to clean 
my gear, you won't mind taking my filthy jock strap 
home and giving it a good hand washing now will you?" 
He looked at me real innocent like, his head cocked to 
one side. Ted and Mack were holding back their 
laughter. 

"Ugh, I guess not." What the fuck could I say? I didn't 
want to even touch the foul prick pouch, but if I had 
to do some washing for them to get accepted, so be it.

Sketter sat down on a white gym matt and kind of arched 
up his loins so his filthy jock pouch encasing his 
teenage dick and balls stuck up in the air. "It is so 
fucking dirty, I can't stand to wear it one more day. I 
mean, my balls itch something terrible. It doesn't only 
stink to high heaven, its all stiff cause when I watch 
those fucking hot cheerleaders, my prick leaks like a 
fucking faucet, and the frigging jock pouch is crusted 
with pre cum." 

He acted like he was a model there on the floor, the 
other guys busting a gut. If I hadn't been the butt of 
the joke, I would have been laughing too. It was pretty 
funny. Now he twisted around to look at the real 
straps, "Christ, there are skid marks on the ass 
straps, that's from when I farted during that rope 
climbing shit. Good thing you'll clean it for me." 

Now he peeled off the jock strap, revealing his medium 
sized prick and nuts. He wasn't built large or 
anything. I don't know why I noticed his dick, it was 
just something I did. He held the jock strap up by two 
fingers and smelled. "Jesus H. Christ, its enough to 
knock you out." Now he stood up and held the jock strap 
out to me. I just stood there, looking dumb. 

"Well go on, take it. How can you wash it if you don't 
take it?" Shit, I really didn't want to touch the jock 
strap. The smell was overpowering, ball sweat, and 
piss, and God knows what else. I had enough trouble 
standing the smell of my own jock strap after a really 
sweaty gym class. But I knew I had to stand up to these 
guys, I had to impress them. So I held out my hand and 
took the wet dick strap. I kind of just stood there 
holding it. 

"Oh and Kyle, my man, I don't want my jock strap ruined 
by rough washing, so make sure you wash it by hand." 

Yeah, right, sure I would, like hell. But I smiled and 
said I would. How the fuck would they ever know. But 
they were way ahead of me. 

"How do you know he's not going to throw it in a 
washing machine?" Ted asked, innocent as all get out. 
Skeeter looked at him. 

"Because I trust him, because he's Jake's pal, and 
because any pal of Jake is a potential pal of mine." 

I felt a little better. I chew my lower lip when I get 
nervous, and I had been doing that, but now I stopped. 
I still stood there looking stupid with my boxer shorts 
held over my dick and balls, while Skeeter didn't seem 
to mind if his dick was swinging away for all of us to 
see. Some high school boys are like that, more 
comfortable with themselves than others. With their 
sexuality I mean. I looked for something I could wrap 
the filthy wet jock strap in, before I put it in my 
book bag. But what? 

"Still, I think a proof of trust is in order. I think 
Kyle here should prove to us that he is true blue, that 
he will do what we say. We need a pledge of some sort." 

I nodded my head, chewing my lip again. "I promise to 
wash Skeeter's jockstrap by hand, ok?" But Mack shook 
his head.

"Nah, that's not good enough. We need to know you will 
treat it with respect. How about you show us that you 
really are willing to go through a little initiation 
for us?" 

I gulped, "Sure, how?" 

Mack smiled. "Why don't you suck his jockstrap clean, 
here and now." 

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I wanted to 
tell them to go fuck themselves. 

"Or do we tell Jake that you are really uncooperative?" 
Ted leaned against the locker and curled his toes. 

"You gotta be kidding guys." I looked at Skeeter, who 
just smiled a big smile and reached down and scratched 
his teen nuts. 

"Look, Jake said I would have to do some little chores 
for you, no not sick shit like this." I tried to 
maintain my dignity standing there holding my shorts in 
front of my prick and holding the stinking jockstrap in 
the other hand. 

"Look Kyle, think of it as a Fear Factor kind of thing. 
You gotta show us that you got what it takes to be our 
friend. After all, we are seniors and older than you by 
almost two years. If you wanna hang with us, you gotta 
be willing to sweat a little. So Fear Factor it is, 
it'll be over in a few minutes. Just put the stinking 
jockstrap wet with nut sweat and stiff with prick leak 
into your mouth and suck it for us for a few minutes, 
then you can take it home and wash it." 

"What if I puke?" I asked sincerely. 

"That would be a bad sign of disrespect. Come on, I 
gotta get to class. You want me to give Jake a good 
report, don't you? He would be so broken hearted to 
hear you failed the very first test." 

Four or five other students had heard what was going 
on, and now they gathered around in various states of 
undress to watch. Jesus, I was making a spectacle of 
myself. 

"What's it going to be, Kyle? In or Out? Winner or 
Loser?"

I tell you I was so fucking lonely, I couldn't stand 
it, and I really wanted Jake to stay my friend. He was 
so damned cool. So I raised the dick reeking jockstrap 
to my mouth and started to put the elastic waist band 
between my lips. 

"Oh no, my friend. You gotta suck on the pouch, the 
part that holds Skeeter's cuntstuffer and nads."

"Guys, I don't know if I can do this." I was dizzy from 
the smell. 

"Suck on it." Skeeter growled like he was telling a 
date to do his dick.

With nine guys watching now, I opened my mouth and put 
the prick pouch in. It was stiff, but the sweat had 
made some of the dried gunk gooey and slimy. I tried to 
make my mind a blank and shoved the elastic pouch into 
my mouth. I stood there with another high school 
student's jock strap handing from my mouth. Imagine how 
stupid I looked, how stupid I felt. My eyes were red 
and stung. I didn't realize that I was bouncing on the 
balls of my naked feet with nerves.

"Good man, now suck it clean." The guys leaned in to 
get a better look. I sucked on the jock strap ouch, the 
taste was bitter and salty and chalky and I don't know 
what. As I sucked more and more I thought I smelled 
piss and the taste of the pouch got more salty. I 
thought I would faint. 

Then I heard the guys applauding me. "Well done Kyle, 
you passed your first test. The first of a month of 
initiation trials. You did very well." 

How do you think I felt, a sixteen year old kid 
standing there bare assed with another dude's jockstrap 
hanging from my mouth. I can't tell you how degrading 
it was. 

"Shit, I gotta get to class..." Skeeter yelled and ran 
toward his locker, his prick and balls swinging and 
slapping his legs He turned back. "Don't forget to hand 
wash it, treat it special, after it covers a very 
important part of me." The guys laughed, and Mack 
stepped out of his gym shorts.

"Hey, Kyle, will you wash my dickstrap too?" He threw 
it at me, his prick was huge and flopped around. 

 That first day, my easiest Five more guys threw their 
prick pouches at me. And that night I had to wash all 
six by hand. Jake came over to see that I did a good 
job. 

Chapter 3


Jake drove me home after school that day. I had the six 
jockstraps in my book bag wrapped in a plastic bag, but 
I could still smell them. Jake was real nonchalant like 
nothing at all unusual had happened. 

"So, how's it hanging dude? Have a good day?" We didn't 
have any classes together because I am two years below 
him in school, and also at lunch, he hangs with the 
seniors. When I got into his car, his charisma just 
took over and I felt like I was under a spell or 
something. He was just so damned charming. As we pulled 
out of the school parking lot, we passed a fourteen 
year old freshman girl talking with her friends. Jake 
honked his horn and she waved. 

"Jesus, I really got to fuck that soon. I'm getting 
blue balls just looking at her."

"But you've got a steady girl now, don't you Jake? 
Allison? Aren't you two going steady?" Jake talked to 
me almost nonstop about fucking girls. It's like all he 
ever talked about except food and sports. Still, it was 
a thrill to be around him. He was the most popular kid 
in the school, and I have to admit, I felt kind of 
proud being his friend. 

"Allison? Shit, I've fucked her a dozen times, I'm 
bored out of my mind. Her cunt is stretched out big 
enough for me to get my whole fucking hand in. And she 
won't let me up her asshole. Have you ever fucked a 
girl in the ass, Kyle?" 

"Ugh, no Jake, I haven't." 

"It's so great. Fucking ass is almost more fun than 
fucking cunt, cause the ass is tighter and the fuck is 
more forceful somehow. I can't think of anything I love 
doing more than fucking ass. Don't ever tell the other 
guys that, some of them are pretty conservative."

I felt proud that Jake confided things to me he told no 
one else. It meant I was special to him somehow. 

We stopped at a fast food place for some burgers. There 
was this really cute girl from my class who worked 
there. She seldom had time to hang with us cause her 
family was quite poor and she had to work right after 
school. We pulled up to the drive in window. I had a 
bad crush on this girl named Traci. Jake new it. 

"Oh my man, look who's working, your honey, Traci." 

I blushed. "Cut it out Jake." 

Traci beamed. "Hi Jake. Hello Kyle." Traci of course 
like all the other girls had a big crush on Jake, but 
she also liked me quite a bit I think. We ordered. 

"Why don't you guys park and come eat inside. If it 
gets slow, maybe I can come visit with you for a 
while." She was so damned hot and nice too. 

Jake smiled and shook his head. "Nah, we can't, maybe 
some other time. I'd really like to, but Kyle's got to 
get home." I wanted to protest that I didn't have to 
get home, but Jake went on, "He promised a bunch of the 
senior dudes that he'd wash their dirty jockstraps for 
them." 

Traci looked at me and made a face. Her pretty face 
just wrinkled up like she was smelling something bad. I 
wondered for a moment if she could smell what was in my 
book bag. "Ewwwwwwww, Kyle, why would you want to do 
something like that?"

"Well, I, ugh," I had no answer. I was tongue tied. I 
felt like an idiot. Jake came to my rescue, kind of. 

"He's just a really nice guy. He's always doing little 
stuff like that. I think he gets a real thrill out of 
hand washing the jock straps of the senior boys." Some 
help. Now I sounded really queer. Traci looked at me in 
a funny way, then turned back to her work. 

"Why the fuck did you say that?" I hissed at Jake. 

"What? I just told the truth. Since when are you anti-
truth? What are you so uptight about?" 

We drove in silence to my house, listening to the 
radio. 

Once there, Jake threw himself on my bed in my upstairs 
bedroom. He stretched out, his face buried in my 
pillow. Somehow, for some reason, it gave me a really 
funny feeling in my gut. I don't know why. 

"Okay dude, we got rules. Well don't include me in 
this, the guys have worked up a set of rules for you to 
follow for the next month for your initiation. Want me 
to read them to you?"

He patted the bed next to where he was lying and so I 
sat next to him. It felt really strange. I had often 
thought of asking Jake to sleep over, but at sixteen 
and eighteen it seemed a bit weird. I sat on the edge 
of the bed and looked down at the high school hunk 
lying next to me. 

He arched his muscular body up to pull the piece of 
paper out of his pocket. "Most of this is bullshit 
stuff, but if it makes those assholes happy, try to do 
it for them with a positive attitude. It'll be over in 
a month, and you'll be one of the gang." 

Then he smiled and squeezed my leg. "You are part of my 
gang already!" He unfolded the handwritten paper. "The 
guys wrote this together in the senior lounge today. 
You'd a thought they were writing the Declaration of 
Fucking Independence. Hey, dude, pull off my shoes for 
me will you?" 

I almost missed it. Just asked me a favor, right? Pull 
of his shoes. Why couldn't he just kick them off, they 
were just low cut trainers, why should I pull them off? 
He waited. He never blinked looking at me like the 
world stopped. I slid down the bed and reached for one 
of his big feet. I slipped the tennis shoe off, I 
smelled the smell of athletic socks. Jake was not 
dirty. Jake was never dirty. Jake wouldn't be caught 
dead with a filthy jock strap. I dropped the shoe to 
the floor and then reached over and slipped off his 
other shoe. 

"Thanks buddy," He wiggled his toes. "That feels good. 
Now crawl on up here and listen to the rules your new 
friends have created for you." I crawled up and lay 
next to my buddy on the bed. Just before I put my head 
down next to him, he pulled the pillow away from my 
side and slid it under his head atop the pillow on that 
side. Now he had two pillows and I had none. I kind of 
turned on one side and propped my head up with my hand. 

Rules for Kyle's Initiation: Compiled by the Oakdale 
Senior Swim Team Members.

If these rules are not obeyed for one month, Kyle 
Scranton shall be dismissed from the swim team and not 
allowed to join any other school teams." 

"Can they do that? Can they just make decisions like 
that?" 

Jake nodded. "Oh yeah, the coach listens to his team 
members. He says if a guy doesn't fit in with the team, 
if he throws off the harmony, it can wreck the entire 
season." 

"But then the guys can get any dude they don't like 
thrown off the team, ." 

Jake grinned. "Yeah." He shifted on the bed and reached 
down with one hand to adjust his big balls in his 
jeans. "You suppose Allison is a good fuck?" 

"I don't know Jake, and after today, I may never know." 
I said, only half teasing. 

"I wouldn't mind throwing a good fuck into her. You 
know, listening to her squeal as I shove my huge hunk 
of fuckmeat into her tight little pussy." I got really 
jealous then. I knew he could have her if he wanted to, 
and I wanted her. I was lost in thought and almost 
didn't hear him continue reading. 

"Rule One. For one month, Kyle will not be allowed to 
date any girls. No dates. No kissing. No making out. No 
fucking. In fact for one month, Kyle will not be 
allowed to speak to any females whatsoever, except to 
answer female teachers and to talk to his mom."

"Come on, How can I not talk to any girls. What about 
at the mall in shops, or at a restaurant?" 

"Only go places where there are guys working. No girls. 
That's rule number one." 

I pouted on the bed there next to my hunky pal. 

"Rule number Two: Kyle is forbidden to jerk off or 
shoot a load of cum except with permission of a Senior 
Team Member, who shall be present on all such 
occasions." 


"That's just stupid, Jake. How are they going to 
enforce it?" 

Jake turned toward me, his muscular body inches from 
me. "First, they trust you. Second I trust you. Third, 
they have plans to ensure their control. How often do 
you beat off, Kyle?" That was such a personal question, 
I wasn't ready for it. 

"Jeez, I don't know..." 

"Sure you do. Every guy does. If I'm fucking some girl, 
I still beat off usually twice a day. If I am not 
fucking cunt, it's usually four times. How about you?" 

My dick felt real funny just then. I don't know why. 

"I guess two or three times, you know in the morning 
before school, at night before I go to sleep and 
sometimes just for fun in between." 

 Jake leaned closer to me. I could smell him. It was a 
good smell. "You haven't fucked any twat in a long 
time, have you?" 

Even among friends, that is a delicate question. "Well, 
not since I moved here, so it's been a couple of 
months." 

He made a kind of whooping sound and grabbed his crotch 
with both hands. "Shit, how can you go a couple of 
months without any cunt? I'd lose my fucking mind. I'd 
be fucking watermelon, cantaloupe, anything that moves. 
If I have to go a couple of days without fucking, I go 
crazy." 

I kind of sneered then. "Well, Jake, we can't all be as 
lucky as you." 

"Hey, don't get angry with me, dude. It's not my fault, 
you don't score. I'm trying to be sympathetic here. 
Anyway, the rules say no beating off without 
permission, but that's easy, I got my cell phone, you 
just call me up to get permission."

"Every time I want to jerk off, I got to call you?" 

He smiled. "Or some other team member. 

Rule Three. Until further notice, Kyle is forbidden to 
eat, shit or piss without permission from a team 
member." 

I sat up. "Oh come on. I can't piss without asking 
permission?" 

"Just pick up the cell phone, bro. Nothing simpler. 
Let's try to play by the rules, okay? I really want you 
on the team and as my best buddy." 

"But how can I, not eat, not take a dump, forget it." I 
lapsed into silence. 

Jake sat up and leaned in close. I could feel his 
breath on me. "You okay with this? Will you try it, for 
me?" 

"Whatever." I somehow couldn't say no to him. 

"Shit it's warm in here, like a fucking oven." I heard 
a rustle and turned to see Jake seated behind me on the 
bed slipping out of his sweatshirt and teen shirt. Now 
he was naked from the waist up. His body was gorgeous 
His pecs were tight and strong with big round pink 
nipples. His stomach was tight. A tiny trail of prick 
hair went from his belly button down into his pants. I 
couldn't take my eyes off him. He knew it too. He 
stretched and pretended to yawn. I saw his rich thick 
armpit hair. No wonder the girls allowed him to do 
whatever he wanted. He was the kind of guy who just 
took whatever he wanted in life.

"Rule Four: After gym and after swimming, Kyle will 
collect all the dirty towels, swimsuits, jock straps, 
socks, whatever and wash them for the team each night 
for the next month. He will hand wash them. He will 
iron all the jockstraps and towels and socks so they 
are neat and clean. He will return each jockstrap, 
towel, socks, or swim suit to the owner with a hand 
written note thanking the owner for allowing him to 
clean his dirty sports equipment."

"Rule Five. Kyle will write for us a detailed account 
of every sexual experience he has ever had. He will 
list partners by name, age, and describe in detail what 
they did together. He will tell us how many encounters 
he had with each partner and describe each encounter in 
detail." 

 "Wouldn't that be compromising the girls, to tell 
their names and stuff?" 

Jake smiled. "Who gives a shit about the cunts? There 
are no secrets between best buddies. We share 
everything. Don't I tell you about every twat I stuff?" 

"I guess." I didn't want to hurt my ex-girlfriend by 
giving out her name or telling what we did. I guess I 
still loved her. 

"Rule Six. Until further notice, Kyle will wear to 
school each day, the clothing we supply for him instead 
of his own ugly unstylish rags." Jake laughed. "Fetch 
my book bag will you, dude?" 

I crawled off the bed and got the eighteen year old 
jock's book bag for him. He sat there, bare-chested, 
looking like some kind of God. He ruffled through the 
bag and pulled out a pair of jeans that looked like 
they belonged to a ten year old. Then he pulled out 
five tiny tee shirts, they too liked like they belonged 
to a child. 

"Those will never fit me." 

"They might be tight and small, but I know you'll make 
them fit." 

I shook my head in disbelief. The jeans were the old 
fashioned really tight kind, with narrow legs. They 
looked to be low rise, like girls jeans, the tee shirts 
were gross. One of them had "FREE MICHAEL JACKSON" 
printed on the front. Another had "PROUD TO BE QUEER" 
on the back. They were awful. 

"Jake, I can't wear this stuff, even if I wanted to. 
I'll get kicked out of school." 

"No you won't dude. We had a case last year where this 
faggot wanted to wear a gay pride shirt and the school 
couldn't stop him. So you can wear whatever we say." 

"But Jake, why would you want me to do something like 
this... it's sick." 

He placed one large hand on my shoulder. "First of all, 
dude, it's not me. It's the other guys. Second, Its 
like Fear Factor or Survivor, you just gotta show you 
got the guts, and the guys will be fine with you. Now, 
that's all the rules for now. There will be more later. 
What say we get those dirty prick pouches washed. I 
promised the guys I'd get some digital photos of you 
doing the washing just to prove you were hand washing 
them.' 

I didn't know what was going on anymore. I was really 
pretty confused. I had already forgotten half the 
rules, they seemed so fucking stupid. I got off the bed 
and grabbed my book bag. Jake, stood up next to me, 
scratching one peck. The rubbery nipple moved under his 
fingers. I pulled the stinking plastic bag out of my 
book bag. 

"Hey, dude, I got an idea. Jut to show you are a good 
sport, why not put on Skeeter's jock strap and wear 
that while you wash the others, then take his off and 
wash it last. I'll get some pics of you in Skeeter's 
jock strap, it'll show the guys you are a good sport."

"Have you seen Skeeter's jockstrap, Jake?" 

"Yeah, it's pretty gross, but shit, you sucked on it, 
right? So how bad can wearing it for a few minutes be? 
Come on, strip off and put it on. Do it for me." He 
made a face that made him look about twelve, and I had 
to laugh. I kicked off my shoes. I took off my shirt 
and started to unbuckle my pants.

"Whoa, wait a minute, let me see your tits." 

"What?" I stood there nervously, while Muscular Jake 
eyed my rather thin body.

"The guys are right. They said you needed some titty 
exercises. I never really took a good look at you, but 
they are right. Your tit's aren't developed enough. I 
mean, every week we are out there at swim meets 
representing our school. We can't afford to look wimpy. 
You will have to start doing some tit exercises, and I 
mean starting tonight."

"What's wrong with my ti... my chest?" 

"Well first of all your pecs aren't developed. Look at 
mine, feel mine." 

I couldn't do that. I just couldn't. I mean, feel 
another dude's chest.

"What's the matter? Feel my pecs, feel how strong they 
are." 

"I reached out one trembling hand and felt Jake's chest 
muscles. His skin was like velvet, the muscles under it 
hard and sinewy. 

"And then, there's the tits themselves. The nipples, 
your nipples are really undeveloped." 

My nipples?" I was aghast. "Who the fuck cares about a 
guy's nipples?"

Look at mine, dude. Look at how big and round they are 
and how the nipple tips stick out nice and full like 
pencil erasers. If you are gonna be on the varsity swim 
team, and especially if you want to be captain some 
day, which I am thinking you could be, you got to have 
great nipples."

"But lots of the guys, I mean, I can't be the only guy 
with small nipples."

"Kyle, you are my friend, you are the friend of the 
captain of the team. We have certain standards. I want 
you to look your best, and it's nothing that some 
exercises can't fix. Some daily exercises for a couple 
of months, and you will have awesome tits."

"Whatever." I felt ugly. I felt beaten down. I don't 
know why. 

"Don't worry, I'll help you with your titty exercises. 
Now strip off bare assed and get into that dirty jock 
strap. I can't stand the smell." 


Chapter 4


I know you must think I am some kind of fucking sissy 
freak that I would suck on guys' jock straps just 
because Jake told me to. I tell you he has this 
charisma, well I don't know if other guys fall for it, 
but it did something to me. Does that mean I'm a 
faggot? Wait until you hear what else I did, and then 
you be the judge. 

I sucked on Ted's Jock pouch while Jake watched me with 
a big smile on his face. Then he looked through the bag 
of jocks and with his fingertips fished out another 
one. 

"Here, Kyle, this one has some really gross stains on 
the prick pouch, suck on this one." He handed me the 
filthy dick cover and I took Ted's out of my mouth and 
replaced it with the new one that had huge stiff yellow 
stains all over the elastic pouch. I put it in my mouth 
and sucked. The taste was terrible. 

"Great man, you are doing and awesome job. You'll have 
no trouble making the team at this rate, as long as you 
pass the initiation. Listen, I'm gonna call Debbie 
Thornton ok? You wash the jocks in the sink. Leave the 
bathroom door open so I can watch to make sure you do a 
good job. Ok buddy?" 

I stood there with the jocktrap in my mouth and nodded. 
Christ, what an asshole I am. Jake walked into my 
bedroom and threw himself on the bed, my bed. For some 
reason that was so hot to me, so erotic. I don't know 
why. He took my phone and called Debbie Thornton, a 
Freshman girl whose cherry he had just recently popped. 
I washed the jock straps and watched him gab with her 
on the phone. He got more and more dirty. He started 
saying things like, "does that tight little pussy of 
yours miss my big fat dick?" I stood there bare assed 
naked washing jock straps, and my dick just got harder 
and harder. I don't know why.

Then Jake suddenly pushed his ass up off the bed, 
reached down and unzipped his jeans and slid them down 
around his knees. Christ, he was bare assed on my bed. 
His fat prick was awesome, it stuck up like a wine 
bottle out of his crotch. It must have been nine inches 
long. He started to masturbate while he talked to her 
on the phone. 

"Come on, little bitch, admit it, you really miss my 
big dick. You like it in your mouth, don't you?" That 
was how he always talked to girls. Even in school. He 
would walk up to some girl at her locker and say, "So 
bitch, you wanna taste my dick for lunch today?" And 
somehow the girls fell for it. Now he was on my bed, 
jerking his fuckmeat and talking to a girl from school. 
I finished washing the jockstraps and hung them over 
the shower rail to dry. It was gross and the water in 
the sink was all scummy. I heard Jake sign off on the 
phone. 

"Finished, Kyle? Good job man. Shit, I'm afraid I 
leaked pre fuck slop all over your bed. You know I 
can't help it, when I talk to a hot bitch, I leak like 
crazy. Sometimes it happens in school, I start leaking 
like a faucet right in my jeans." I watched Jake as he 
grabbed my pillow and wiped his leaking dick off on my 
pillow. 

"I gotta piss, Jake." 

"Oh, well, you know the rules. Here's the phone. Why 
don't you call Ted or Mack or Skeeter and ask them if 
it's okay."

I made a face. Suddenly I had to piss badly. I don't 
know if it was from washing the jocks or what, but I 
had to take a leak big time. "Come on, Jake. You said 
all I had to do was tell you, .you're my friend. You 
know it's a stupid rule." 

He sat on the edge of my bed, his muscular legs spread, 
his big fat cock, as thick as a beer can hanging 
between his thighs, leaking crap onto my bed sheet. It 
was so gross. I'd never know a guy as openly sexual as 
Jake. He was so fucking sure of himself all the time. 

"Man, I know what I said, and it's true. Most of the 
time, you just have to let me know, to follow the 
rules, and I won't make a big deal of it, but this is 
the first time and I'm here at your house, and I think 
it would be good of you to call one of the other guys, 
just to show that you are willing to play the game. You 
know. Here, I'll even punch in Ted's number for you." 
Before I could protest, he did. He handed me the phone. 

"Yeah?" came Ted's thick masculine, teenage voice. 

"Eh, Ted, this is Kyle." 

"Who? Oh, the faggot from school. What the fuck do you 
want, I'm watching some really hot porno here. Three 
niggers are fucking the shit out of twelve year old 
cunt." 

"I'm eh, sorry to bother you, but you know, .the rules. 
I'm calling because I need to go to the toilet, and I 
wanted to get permission." 

"Well, that's good. Glad to see you obeying the rules. 
Do you need to shit or piss?" 

"Piss." I felt foolish saying this. 

"Okay, here's what I want you to do. Do you have a 
plastic milk bottle down in your fridge?" 

"Yeah, I guess, why?"

"Well, go down and empty out the milk and rinse out the 
bottle, .then, take your piss into the bottle. If you 
have to piss any more tonight, piss in the bottle , and 
keep track of how many times you pissed. Ok?" 

"I guess, I don't know why though." 

"Don't worry about it. Just do it. And bring the bottle 
to school tomorrow. Oh yeah, I my man, Jake there to 
keep watch over you?" 

"Yeah, he's here." 

"Good, make sure he watches you piss. And don't spill a 
drop." 

"Oh Jeez, come on Ted, " 

"Somebody has to keep an eye on you. And that jock 
strap better be spotless." He hung up. I turned to 
Jake. 

"I'm supposed to piss in a bottle and you're supposed 
to watch." 

Jake chuckled and spread his legs even wider. "What do 
you think Kyle, do I have a beautiful cock or what?" 

"I don't know, Jake, I'm not a girl. I'll get the milk 
bottle." 

"Wait, just tell me, do you think my cock is beautiful? 
Look how thick it hangs, and how fat the cockhead is 
and look at the long pisshole." He lifted his semi hard 
dick and wagged it at me. 

"Yeah, Jake, you got a great cock, ok?" 

But he pouted that cute pout of his and stood up, his 
dick swung over his huge nuts. "No, you're not sincere. 
Lots of chicks have told me I have the most beautiful 
dick they ever saw." 

"Yeah, well ten year olds will say anything." He 
laughed at that. 

"Very funny, but seriously. Look at my cuntbuster. 
Isn't it awesome? It's much bigger than yours, bigger 
than most of the guys at school, and perfectly formed. 
So thick, it really stretches cunt. The bitches scream 
that it's too big. Isn't it beautiful?" He walked over 
toward me, hands on his hips and thrust his groin out 
so his prick bobbed at me. He was some eighteen year 
old stud all right. A young, nasty white boy, God. 

"Jake your dick is awesome, now I really gotta pee 
bad." 

"Then just tell me how beautiful my cock is, and you 
can go get the bottle." 

"Jake, that's queer!" But I couldn't take my eyes off 
his dick and nuts. They were so fucking masculine. 

"Come on, admit it, you really think my dick is 
amazing. Tell me how beautiful it is." 

"All right, Jake. Your cock is fucking beautiful. It's 
the most beautiful prick I have ever seen. I can 
understand why the girls can't keep their mouths off of 
it. Ok? Happy now?"

He smiled. "Kiss it." It was like the floor fell out of 
the bedroom. I just hung there in space for a few 
moments, not believing what I had heard. 

"Jake, did you say what I think you said?" 

He nodded and spread his strong legs wider. "Just give 
it a little kiss, so show you respect me."

"Jake, I'm not into queer stuff, and I didn't think you 
were either." Then why the fuck was my heart pounding 
in my chest? 

"You think I'm into queer shit? Me? The guy who has 
fucked three times more cunt than any dude in school? 
Maybe you're the one who is queer." Suddenly he sounded 
mean. I got a little scared. 

"Jake, I think this whole initiation thing has gone a 
little far. I wanna be your friend and I want to be on 
the team, but you guys aren't being fair. I can't do 
all this stupid sick stuff." 

He seemed to grow three inches in height. His muscles 
seemed to bulge out, he looked really threatening. I'd 
never seen him like this. 

"Kyle! KISS MY DICK. NOW!" 

I had no power to resist him. I do not to this day know 
why. Because I am a faggot at heart? Do any of you know 
the answer? I stood there bare assed naked in front of 
him, my body smaller, paler, weaker. My dick had never 
been so fucking hard, and I had to piss like crazy. 

"I gotta piss, Jake. Please." He whispered. 

"Kiss my dick Kyle, that's all you gotta do. No body 
will ever know. This is just between you and me, our 
own private little initiation. I do a lot for you, you 
can do a little something for me. It's not about sex 
Kyle, it's about power. It's about us as friends. It's 
a test of friendship. Now come on, down on your knees, 
and give my fucking hose a little kiss." 

I looked into his eyes. There was no compassion, no 
weakness. I sank to my knees, sweat running off my 
naked body. His huge hunk of fuckmeat hung in front of 
my face. I'd never been this close to another guys 
prick in sixteen years of life. I could smell the sweat 
on the dick, not unlike the jockstraps. 

"Just a little kiss, Kyle. To show your respect." He 
spoke quietly now, soothingly. Like he was seducing me 
with words. 

"Jake, I just can't, I never... It's..." I actually 
gagged a little. 

"Come on, just a kiss, Jesus Kyle, we're best friends, 
Do it! Get it over with. Just you and me, best buddies, 
kiss my dick Kyle."

I knew I couldn't win. So I leaned in and closing my 
eyes, planted a kiss on the stalk of his wet, fat, 
teenage prick. I started to pull away. 

"Oh come on, you call that a kiss? You can do better 
than that. I didn't even feel that. Come on, give it a 
proper kiss. You can do it, you already gave it a 
little peck. A peck for my pecker. But I want a nice 
kiss." His dick was up its full nine inches now, so 
fucking thick. It bobbed in front of my face. I had to 
pull back so it wouldn't smack me in the nose. I looked 
up at Jake. He was smiling down at me. He had the 
camera in his hand. 

"Jake, this is wrong for both of us. It's wrong for you 
and for me. Please, let's not do this kind of stuff. 
It's just not right." I wasn't even making sense any 
more. I stared right at his prick. I couldn't take my 
eyes off it. It had fucked so much teenage cunt. It was 
so fucking awesome. 

"Just give it a nice long kiss, like you would kiss 
your girlfriend on the mouth. Think about your old 
girlfriend, back home. The one you told me you missed, 
think about her and give my big wet prick a nice sloppy 
loving kiss." 

I knew he was testing me. I knew he was testing me for 
the team. I knew he was seeing if I had the balls to 
make it into the inner circle of senior boys. Here I 
was, a sophomore, sixteen years old. Could I do it? 

I'd heard about this kind of stuff going on at college 
frat initiations. When I was in eighth grade, the older 
brother of one of my buddies had to go through a rough 
frat initiation, and he told us all about it. I beat 
off for weeks thinking about the stuff they made him 
do. So I knew this wasn't really that unusual. But 
still, I felt so fucking queer.

"Come on, Kyle. Don't let me down." It was as if the 
thick cockhead of the dick were speaking to me. I 
didn't look at Jake, only at his dick. The thick bush 
of cockhair. The huge fat balls hanging beneath, each 
nut the size of a boiled egg. It was a fact. He was 
more manly than I was. I would never half the stud he 
was. I was a wuss. I was a geek by comparison. He would 
always get the cutest girls and the freshest cunt. He 
would walk into a bar or a mall and every girl around 
got dripping wet panties instantly. That's the kind of 
guy he was. And I couldn't resist him. 

I leaned in and planted a long soft kiss on the shaft 
of this throbbing prick. The actual act wasn't as bad 
as the thought of it. I mean it was just skin, prick 
skin, but skin. 

"Oh come on, Kyle, don't be such a sissy. Kiss the head 
of my cock. Kiss it right on the dickhead." The 
cockhead was all wet with leaking pre fuck, but He put 
a hand on the back of my head and guided it to his 
pisshole. He rubbed his wet cockhead on my face. I 
tried to pull back, but couldn't. I wanted it over 
with, so I kissed his cockhead long and deep, pre fuck 
coated my lips and made me want to puke. Then he pulled 
away. 

"Good job, Kyle. Go get your milk bottle." I stood on 
shaky legs looking at this stud. A long string of pre 
fuck trailed from his pisshole down toward the floor. 
He stood there proudly naked. I wiped the back of my 
hand over my lips and he chuckled. 

"Lets face it Kyle. You are a faggot. No use denying 
it. I can accept it. My best buddy is a fucking faggot. 
He loves my dick. Oh well, it's just something I'll 
have to get used to. It will be our little secret. I 
won't tell anyone you kiss my prick." 

I didn't know what to say. I had no words...

To be continued? 

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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