Overcoming Boredom in the Park Avenue Apartments

By Aldric

Copyright 2024 by Aldric
pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com, all rights reserved
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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

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Overcoming Boredom in the Park Avenue Apartments

“This is getting boring,” Conrad said regarding the video game that he, his older brother, and the Stabon brothers were playing. “Nothing happens to the losers.”

“So what do you think should happen?” Stan asked his brother.

“I don’t know, something scary. Something adventurous, or embarrassing. Just something to make it fun.” Conrad was twelve and getting curious about other boys. He had just started to grow a little hair and shot his first cum a month ago, and he wondered what his friends and brother looked like. Stan was fourteen, but since they lived on the top floor of the Park Avenue Apartments and had no other brothers or sisters, he and Stan had separate bedrooms. And he was jealous of his friend Chris, who was also twelve.

Chris had said he saw his brother Jeff naked a lot and said that Jeff’s dick was “Huge! Much bigger than mine, with a row of hair above it and balls that hung down below it.” Chris and Jeff were the same ages as Conrad and Stan, but they lived on the tenth floor where the apartments were smaller. They had to share a room because they had two sisters, Donna and Liz, who were thirteen and eleven.

“How about the losing team, which will be you guys, have to strip naked on the roof,” Chris said.

“What’s so scary about that? Jeff asked. “We’ve seen each other naked bunches of times.” He looked at Stan and noticed that Stan had blushed.

“Yeah, but all the buildings around us are taller and there is only a two-foot ledge around the top,” Conrad said. “Anybody looking out their window from this level and up would be able to see you too.”

“Okay, if you guys want scary, how about the losing team, which will be you two, not only strip but have to stay up there for a half hour,” Jeff said. “The winners will take your clothes back down here so you don’t have any choice but to stay naked.” He knew his little brother was modest and took steps to keep from being seen by him when naked.

“There’s just rungs in the wall to get to the roof,” Stan said. “It would be very hard to carry anything up there.” He was not at all comfortable with this idea because while winning would be hilarious, losing would totally suck. The younger boys were almost evenly matched with he and Jeff in the game they were playing, so winning would not be automatic. “You don’t want to play for those stakes anyway, do you Conrad,” he said, looking at his brother and hoping his brother would agree. Then it would at least look like it was Conrad who was scared and he was just protecting his little brother.

Conrad had been very uncomfortable with the idea, but he really wanted a chance to see his brother and Jeff naked. And even if they lost, he’d still get to see Chris. “I think it would be scary, which would make the game a lot more interesting. I agree with Chris, just playing with nothing at stake is getting boring.”

“We could bring a bucket and string up and the losers would lower their clothes down to the balcony,” Chris said. “Then when the half hour was up, the winners would put the clothes back in the bucket and the losers could pull it back up. That way the losers would be standing right on the edge with no way to hide themselves.”

“What if somebody comes up there?” Stan asked.

“We’ve been up there dozens of times,” Chris said. “We even pulled thread around the hatch and left it for two weeks and nobody broke it. We’ve never seen anybody up there.”

“It sounds strange, but interesting,” Jeff said. “And I know Chris would be freaked out to be up there helpless and naked, so I’m in. How about you?” he asked of Stan.

Stan wanted to say no; or hell no; or fuck off, no way, but he didn’t want to appear to be chicken. Besides, he hadn’t seen his brother naked since Conrad was three and was curious about what he looked like, so against every warning his brain was sending him, he agreed.

The younger boys lost the game, but just by a few points. “How about total score out of three games?” Conrad said. Anything to avoid having to be naked where anyone, even Chris, could see him.

Now that they had the lead, Stan said, “Okay, but for each point the losers lose by they add a minute to the time they spend naked.”

“That could be thousands of minutes,” Jeff said. “How about add a minute but a maximum of one hour?”

Everyone agreed. The second game was also won by the older boys, who were now ahead by several hundred points. The trash talk got going in earnest and the red faces and quietness of the younger boys showed just how scared they were.

But in the third game Stan made a fatal error and he and Jeff were unable to recover from it and ended up losing the game by over 1200 points. “You guys are lucky you changed the rule limiting the time to an hour or you’d be up there overnight,” Conrad said. He looked at Stan and saw that his brother was now just as scared as he had been at the end of the first game.

“How about one more game,” Stan said, hoping to get out of the bet.

“Double or nothing on the dare,” Chris said. “You beat us and we spend a half hour plus the minutes we lose by, but if you don’t you spend two hours naked no matter what the final score is.”

Stan was just about to agree when Jeff said, “We’ve played them dozens of games and how many times have we beat them by more than a thousand points? We’d have to pray they made a mistake. Let’s just keep it at one hour.”

Stan saw the logic and realized Jeff had most likely saved him from an even longer sentence.

“If you want, we’ll see how that would have played out,” Conrad offered. “We play again, and if you win by more than the difference you only need to stay forty-five minutes. But if you lose you go one hour and fifteen minutes.”

“Let’s just get on with it,” Stan said and Jeff quickly agreed. They got two mop buckets and two rolls of kite string. Beside the elevator were the almost unnoticed eighteen steel rings fastened to the wall leading to the hatch door that gave access to the roof.

Once on the roof, Stan realized for the first time just how horrible this was going to be. It was just as his brother had described it, only it wasn’t until now that he saw how exposed he and Jeff would be. There were apartment buildings all around, and the shortest one was fourteen stories. Two others were over twenty-four floors. And those buildings were all within a few feet of this one except the one side where there was a parking lot for their building. There was no spot at all where they wouldn’t be in sight of people in at least two other buildings.

“Our balcony is right down here,” Conrad said as he went to the edge that was closest to one of the taller apartment buildings. “Strip and lower your clothes down and when we get back to the room, we’ll unload the buckets until the time is up.”

“Leave us a cell phone just in case,” Jeff said. “Like if the police are coming or someone else does come up here for some reason.”

Standing outside with no knowledge of whether or not anyone was watching made stripping the hardest thing either of the fourteen-year-old boys had ever done. Their younger brothers were making fun of them as they undressed.

“Just shut up and tie the strings to the buckets and then head back down,” a clearly embarrassed Jeff said. “The time starts the moment both of us are naked, not when you get to the room.” He was down to just his boxers while Stan was still slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “Just get it over with Stan,” he said. “You can’t chicken out and leave me here alone, so just do it.”

Stan didn’t look up, but instead of unbuttoning the remaining buttons he just pulled the shirt over his head. He and Jeff looked at each other once they were both in just boxers and both of them noticed that the other was hard. They pulled their boxers down at the same time.

“The time starts now,” Jeff said, looking at his cell phone. “Get going.”

“Not yet,” Chris said. “You’re not naked yet. Shoes and socks — take them off and put them in the bucket.”

Embarrassed beyond belief, the two older boys silently vowed to get back at their brothers for this as they kicked off their shoes and pulled off their socks. The gravel on the roof was painful under their bare feet. They then had to walk to the edge and begin lowering their buckets down.

“Where do we hide?” Stan said after the buckets were on the balcony and their brothers were gone.

“Shit, I didn’t know it would be this exposed,” Jeff said. “I think over by the wall on the same side as where the bucket strings are tied off is best.” The ledge gave them two feet of cover, but with the parking lot on the other side it limited their exposure to the least number of apartments. Not that it mattered much. This was a working neighborhood so most adults were at work. With little to do outside in the city most kids would be inside. The thought that kids they went to school with might be looking at them right now caused Jeff’s dick to begin to twitch.

They were both erect but afraid to jack off in front of the other. They knew the time was going to pass very slowly and could only hope their brothers didn’t plan on cheating and leaving them up here any longer than the one hour that was the bet.

It had only been a few minutes after the younger boys were gone that the hatch suddenly opened and both boys looked around in fear, knowing that somebody was in deed coming up. “This had better be our brothers,” Stan said.

His greatest fear was suddenly realized when the first head to appear above the hatch was Aleksy Bajor. Aleksy was fourteen and lived with his brother and a sister in apartment 1201. And he and his brother were not friends with him or Jeff and their brothers.

“Jeff Stabon i Stan Smulski są nagi,” Alexksy said.

The area was largely of Polish descent and many of the people who lived there spoke polish. Stan had learned the language from his grandfather and spoke it fairly well, better by far than Conrad. But Jeff and Chris Stabon were several generations American and didn’t speak a word of it.

“What’d he say?” Jeff asked.

“He said we’re naked.” Stan kept his hands over his privates as he watched Aleksy climb onto the roof, followed by his brother Philip who was thirteen, and then by their sister Cecilia who was twelve.

Jeff had his cell phone in his hand but didn’t want to move his hands in order to use it. All he could do was kneel there naked, covered only with his hands, as Cecilia looked at him and Stan in earnest.

“Jak zrobił ten zdarzają się?” she asked.

“Now what?” Jeff asked.

“She wants to know how this happened,” Aleksy said. “Tell her.”

Jeff told about the bet. Aleksy and Philip looked over the edge where the empty buckets sat next to the piles of clothing.

“Call them. Tell them to put the clothes back in the buckets. Tell them me and Philip are here and they are to come up.”

Jeff couldn’t call without exposing himself to Cecilia, so he didn’t move.

“Call them or I’ll kick you in the balls so hard your sisters will hear you scream,” ALeksy said. He looked at Stan and said, “You too, move your hands to behind your head or Philip will show you how good he is at football.” Stan knew that by football, Aleksy meant soccer. He moved his hands as Jeff made the call.

“The Bajor’s are here. They said for you to put our clothes in the buckets and get up here.”

“He doesn’t believe me,” Jeff said. “He thinks we’re just trying to get out of the bet.”

“Give me that,” Aleksy said as he grabbed the phone from Jeff’s hands. “Now both of you—stand up and put your hands behind your necks.” When both Jeff and Stan were posed as directed Aleksy took a picture and sent it to Chris before making the call himself.

“Did you see the picture? Do you know who this is? Then put the clothes in the buckets and get up here or your brother will pay the price for you not obeying.” He hung up the phone and dropped it in his shirt pocket.

At least we’ll get our clothes back, Stan thought to himself as Aleksy and Philip pulled the buckets up. Only instead of setting them down where he and Jeff stood, the Bajor’s took them down to the far edge. They waited until Conrad and Chris came up through the hatch and onto the roof.

“Strip,” Aleksy said to them. They both stood there, unwilling to strip in front of a girl they went to school with. “You’ve already made it far worse for you and your brothers. I’d advise you to strip now and to hurry before I up the stakes again.”

Reluctantly, Conrad and Chris began to slowly undress.

“Przyśpieszają, albo jeszcze,” Aleksy said. Knowing that Chris didn’t speak polish, Conrad translated for him. “Hurry, or else.”

Worried about the ‘or else,’ they both finished undressing. Aleksy and Philip gathered up their clothes and added them to the buckets. They pulled Chris’s cell phone from his pants pocket and gave it back to him before lowering the buckets over the edge. They lowered a long way before tying the string to a gutter support.

“Your clothes are just above the parking lot,” Aleksy said. “Once the four of you are down there, I will call you with further instructions. Get going.”

“Sprawiać przyjemność, nie nagi,” Stan said. “Please, not naked.”

“You don’t seem to be able to follow instructions, so it will now be made worse. You’d better be on your way before I decide to just toss all of your clothes into the trash chute and drag you one-at-a-time to the elevator and send you down.”

The elevator would have been quicker but it was likely that others would be using it, so they took the stairs, all with unspoken fear about just how cruel the Bajor’s were likely to get. When they got to the door to the parking lot they hesitated. They could see the two buckets swaying back and forth about twelve feet off the ground. “You know, once we go through this door we can’t get back inside without our key cards,” Stan said. All the exterior doors to the apartment opened with a key card. The lobby door could be opened by calling a resident and that resident could open if from their apartment, but to do that would mean leaving the private parking lot and going out to 108th Street and standing at the door until someone let them in.

“I’ll stay here and hold it open,” Conrad said. The others moved to under the buckets and called Aleksy.

“I only see three of you, so again, I will add more punishment,” he said. “Let the door close and lock. I want to see all four of you standing where I can see you.”

They had two choices, go back inside with no way to operate the elevator or even open the doors to the stairways or their apartments, or let the door close and lock and hope. They signaled Conrad over. Once he was there Jeff asked him to lower their clothes.

“No, your next punishment is to go to the newsstand on 95th Avenue. Philip will leave a key card there. I will put your clothes in the lobby.”

“We can’t go out into public naked,” Jeff said. “The streets are loaded with traffic and people.”

“Też zły,” Aleksy said and hung up. The buckets started going up as he and Philip were at the edge on the roof.

“What does też zły mean?” Jeff asked.

“Too bad,” Stan said. “What did he say to do?”

“We have to go to the newsstand on 95th and get a key card he says he’ll leave there. He said our clothes will be in the lobby. We can’t go running naked all the way to there.” To get there they had two choices. Once they left the parking lot onto 94th Avenue, they could go around the Blakemore Apartments to the south and up 107th Street to 95th, or the shorter route up 94th Avenue to 108th Street and then down 95th to the newsstand. All of those were busy streets.

“Give me the phone,” Stan said. He dialed and waited for Aleksy to answer. “Okay, we’re going to the newsstand. Don’t punish us further, please leave a key card there. Although we’ll probably get arrested and never need it anyway.”

“Yeah, you are probably right, it is too far. Wait there and when I call back you will go to the lobby. Someone there will let you in. Once inside the lobby, all four of you will walic kenia. You know what that means?”

“Yeah, jack the stick. Polish for jacking off.”

“Do it and I’ll be done with you.”

“What about our clothes?” Stan asked, but Aleksy had already hung up. Stan told the others what he’d said. They all felt sick about being naked, now they were going to have to jack off in public. None of them were sure they could do it.

The phone rang fifteen minutes later. “Take a selfie of the four of you that shows you are naked in the parking lot and send it to this phone. Then wait five minutes before going to the lobby. Jeff’s sisters will let you in. If you do what you were told, I will be done with you. If not, they will push you back out the door and leave and I’ll find some other way to entertain myself.” The phone went dead again before Stan could reply.

They used the parking lot door to the apartment as a background and took three pictures before they had one that showed the sign and that all four of them were naked. They sent it to Chris’s phone and marked the time. Exactly four minutes later they exited the parking lot and onto 94th Avenue. The sidewalk was filled with adults because it was lunch time and they were leaving their jobs to go to restaurants. They ran as fast as they could, pushing through the crowd and trying to ignore the laughter and whistles as they ran.

The lobby windows were blurry glass that let in light but didn’t let you see in, but Donna Stabon was standing outside the door with a cell phone held in front of her as they ran up. She used her card to open the door once they arrived. They hurried in, only to find the lobby filled with kids from the apartment building. The kids were between ten and sixteen years old, and most were girls, but also several boys. They were here to see the four naked boys. The crowd included Aleksy, Philip, and Cecilia.

“Your sisters have graciously accepted my control over you,” Aleksy said to Jeff. “I hope they have as much fun with you as I did. I have given everything of yours I had to them.” His speech completed, he and Philip left. Cecilia stayed in the lobby.

“Your stuff is safely stashed in the Smulski’s apartment,” Donna said. “There are a few things the four of you need to do in order to get access to that or our apartment.”

All four of the naked boys had the same thought — whatever the girls demanded, it couldn’t be worse than being outside on the crowded streets naked or standing naked in the lobby of the building with girls trying to get a look at their privates.

“I should warn you that I have a video of you running naked down 108th Street. A picture of two of you naked on the roof, the selfie you took of the four of you in the parking lot,” Donna said. “I will not hesitate to send one of them, using your cell phones, to someone if you don’t do as we say. Count this as your only warning. We know who you like, who you don’t like, who likes you, and who hates you, and we will choose who gets pictures of you accordingly.” She paused and smiled at her two brothers, enjoying their humiliation. But since entering the lobby all four boys had covered their groins with their hands, now it was time to change that.

“The first thing you need to do is to stand with your arms behind your backs until all four of you have an erection.” She watched as her two brothers and the Smulski boys blushed and searched her face for any sign that she was kidding. None of them moved their hands. “This is your last warning before I send a picture out. Do as ordered or there will be a punishment AND more embarrassing acts to complete before you get a key card. By standing there with your hands in the wrong place you have already earned another task. Now get those hands up so we can get started with Liz’s task.”

Liz was the youngest of the Stabon’s, but even at age eleven she was notorious for humiliations directed against boys who had said or done something she didn’t like. It was widely suspected that she was behind Luke Galecki being pushed out of the boy’s locker room naked at school, even though Luke said it was his idea and that he didn’t know he couldn’t get back inside from the hallway. The idea that she would be in charge of humiliating her brothers and Stan and Conrad was terrifying.

Scared beyond belief of what might happen to them and being helpless to protect themselves from it, the four boys looked at each other waiting for one of them to go first.

Donna waited a few seconds, and then raised one of the cell phones. “Let’s see, I think Gracja Romanski would love to see the selfie. What do you think about that Chris?”

Gracja had a major crush on Chris but he didn’t feel the same way. His rude methods to get her to back off had changed her feelings from love to hate. Chris didn’t answer, he simply raised his hands in the air. As soon as he did, the other three did as well.

Even though her order had been to put their hands behind their backs, Donna liked this better and didn’t correct them. “Okay, I didn’t send it. Yet. But next time don’t test me. Since the first task was suggested by Liz, I’ll let her explain it. But before she does, I need for Jeff and Conrad to make their things get hard.”

Chris was fully erect, displaying his four-inch-long, skinny dick and just a tiny bit of hair. Stan was partially erect, but Donna didn’t know it would get harder. But fear had kept Conrad and Jeff from having an erection. The contrast between Conrad and Chris was not great, even soft, Conrad’s dick was not much smaller than Chris’ and he had the same amount of hair. But Stan’s dick stuck out at an angle and although only a half-inch longer than Chris’s, it was much thicker. He also had more hair. while Jeff’s dick hung down no more than three inches.

Jeff was near tears. “I can’t just make it hard unless it wants to be,” he said to his sister.

Donna wasn’t moved by her brother’s plight. “Then you need help. If any of you girls, or even you boys, want to help Jeff and Conrad get hard, go ahead and try.”

The closest girls stepped up with others trying to reach around them. As the first girls made tentative touches, one of the other girls asked, “Can I help to make sure that Chris stays hard?”

“If you want to touch it, go ahead,” Donna said. “In fact, since so many want to touch, you should all take turns. And Stan won’t mind if people are touching him, will you Stan?”

Now all four boys had girls touching their privates. It only took a few touches before Jeff and Conrad were hard too, but Donna let the groping continue until all who wanted had a chance to touch at least one of the boys.

“Okay, now that all four are hard, Liz, tell them what you want to see them do,” Donna said.

“We know that boys do something called jacking, but me and my friends aren’t sure what it means,” Liz said with an evil smile. “So you four are going to show us.”

“And don’t hesitate to start unless you want another task added and a picture sent,” Donna added.

All four boys moved as one. Each moved their right hand down and began the method that worked best for them to jack off. None of them had ever done it with an audience before so that made it much harder. To compensate, they all closed their eyes.

“Eyes open!” Donna ordered. “Pick a girl and look at her face while you do it.”

With people watching with keen interest; with their eyes open and looking at the smirk on a girl’s face, it took longer than usual, but when they did shoot, each in his own time, it was much more dramatic than when they did it in private.

Except for one — Conrad didn’t cum. He looked the same as the other three boys, but nothing came out when he said he was done. “I, uh, don’t make that stuff yet,” he said, blushing deeply.

“He brags about it at school,” a boy his age said. “Said he’s been shooting for six months. He either lied then or he’s lying now.”

“If he’s lying now then they will all have to pay a price,” Donna said. “Cecilia, you like Conrad, don’t you?” Cecilia nodded. “You saw how they do it, do you want to see if Conrad is lying? If he is, I’ll let you decide their next fate.”

“No, I’ll do it, I was just kidding,” Conrad said immediately. He began to furiously rub his dick.

“Move your hands immediately or I’ll have someone hold them,” Donna ordered. “You said you don’t make that sperm stuff, and now Cecilia is going to find out if you do or not. You had your chance!”

When Conrad didn’t stop, Donna ordered two boys his size to seize his arms. Happy to have a front-row spot to watch a girl jack off a boy, they eagerly pulled his arms to the side and held him.

Cecilia didn’t waste any time, and Conrad was so close to shooting that it only took a few seconds before his dick erupted several times. After the first burst, Cecilia let go. Conrad’s orgasm wasn’t finished, but without physical contact, it ended, leaving him still needing more.

“So you lied,” Donna said. “Liz, what do you want to see them do?”

She thought about it for a short time before saying, “None of this would be possible except for my brothers. I heard Philip say “Robić loda” but I don’t know what that means. But it was something he wanted and Aleksy said it was going too far.”

“Who knows what that means?” Donna asked. She saw from his eyes that Stan did, but before she could make him tell another boy yelled out, “Blowjob.” All the other boys and some of the girls laughed as he said it.

“I still don’t know what that means,” Liz said.

“You’re eleven, you shouldn’t know yet,” Donna explained. “But I’ll let Conrad explain it to you. And if he says he doesn’t know, we’ll send a picture to someone he likes or who doesn’t like him.”

Now it was Conrad’s turn for tears to run down his cheeks. “It means to put a boy’s dick in your mouth,” he said.

“More than just that,” another boy commented.

“It means to do to another boy what we just did with our hands,” Conrad uttered. He wanted to die for having to say it out loud.

“Call your brother and tell him what you want and why, and make sure he knows that all four of them are to suffer the same fate. If he doesn’t want to, then I’ll give you another chance to punish them for Conrad’s lie.”

When Cecilia got off her phone she was smiling. “He said to send them up, and Hanko and Franc with them.” David Hanko and Cyryl Franc were both twelve, the same age as Chris and Conrad. And they were not friends. David and Cyryl were both smiling and eager to go. Naturally, Chris and Conrad were sick with the thought of sucking off two of their peers. And Stan and Jeff guessed that they’d be pleasuring Aleksy and Philip.

“Here David,” Donna said, holding out a cell phone. “It belongs to Conrad. If Aleksy allows it, use it to make a video of each of them but don’t show any faces except for theirs. Unless you want your face showing. If I need to send out a picture because one of them refuses to follow orders again one of those would be fantastic.”

David took the camera and pulled Conrad with him as the six of them headed for the elevator. They were gone for half an hour and when they returned most of the kids in the lobby had moved on.

“They had to do it twice except Conrad who had to do me and Cyryl,” David said excitedly as he handed the phone back to Donna. “First all of us got sucked off at the same time, then they did it one-by-one so we could record each one. Instead of a movie, there are five pictures — Stan doing Aleksy, Jeff doing Philip, Chris doing me, and Conrad doing me and then Cyryl. Thanks Cecilia, it was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Can I see the pictures?” Cecilia asked. Donna was already calling them up.

Suddenly David and Cyryl realized something they hadn’t thought of before — the girls were going to see pictures of them naked. But it was too late to stop the girls from looking.

“I wish we could see more of the boys,” Cecilia said. “You can’t see their chuj cause it’s in a mouth. But at least you can see their jakja’s.” She looked up and saw the confusion on the faces of those who didn’t speak polish. “Chuj is dick and jakja is balls,” she said. “I’ve seen Philip naked, but never Aleksy. And now I can see some of David and Cyryl. Even a little of David’s chuj because it’s only half way into Conrad’s mouth.”

Suddenly David and Cyryl wanted the pictures deleted, which Donna promised she’d do later but not now. Embarrassed by the girls gawking at the pictures and then looking at them, they decided to leave.

“While you were gone, I had a nice talk with Mrs. Dwork,” Donna said. “She’s not just the manager you know, she is also a painter. All of the paintings hanging on the walls were done by her. And she wants to paint you four. A group painting, that will hang here for a few weeks. And of course, you’ll be naked. This will allow all the girls who couldn’t be here today to see what you look like without clothing.”

The place where she pointed to on the wall was behind the entrance from the parking lot, so anyone entering from there would never see it as they went to the elevator. Even people coming in from the front door would have to know it was there as they traveled to the elevator. But all four boys knew that every kid in the building would be told and they all entered from the front door when they came home from school.

“But before you get immortalized in oil and canvas, there is something we want to do, so follow us to our apartment, but don’t even think about grabbing anything to cover with. We’ll finish this task as fast as we can. By then Mrs. Dwork will be ready for you.”

After all they’d been through, the next task paled in contrast but was still difficult for them to accept, especially Jeff and Stan. Donna and Liz lined them up and used a combination of razors and Nair to remove all pubic hair from the four of them.

“Mrs. Dwork should be waiting for you now. Go back to the lobby and knock on her door. If you don’t pose the way she wants or you give her any problems, she’ll let me know and one or more of these pictures will go to somebody. A boy who you have picked on is what I’m thinking. So you all had better be on your best behavior. When you are done, come up to our apartment and we’ll have another task for you to complete.”

Mrs. Dwork’s apartment was off the lobby. She was a widow in her sixties, and the walls of her apartment were covered in paintings. She referred to them as aniołόlow or cherubinόw, which were new words to even Stan, so she translated them for him: angels and cherubs. “My cherubinόw will be special. Instead of babies, boys. Yet like babies, without hair.”

They had to pose for nearly an hour before she had enough detail to let them go. “I will finish this soon,” she said. “And hang it in the lobby. For a time. Then, I will find a new place for it. Perhaps your parents will want it. Or maybe your school?” She laughed as the boys shuddered from the thought of such a painting hanging in their house or school. “Or perhaps somewhere more private. A museum perhaps. We’ll see. Run along now and see what other mischief the oziewczyny have for you.”

“Oziwzsarny?” Jeff asked as they hurried to the elevator.

“Girls,” Stan translated. “Your sisters.”

“Here’s some money,” Donna said after they knocked at the door. “We want ice cream cones, but you can’t stay here alone so you four will have to go to the parking lot. What flavor do you guys want?”

Jeff was tempted to tell her to fuck off, but knew it would only make this day worse, as if that was possible. They told the girls what flavors they wanted and went with the girls back to the lobby. The girls went out the front door while the boys headed out to the parking lot. They found a spot between two cars that was the best hiding spot they could find.

The girls were gone longer than expected, and when they returned, they weren’t alone. All four boys wanted to die as with Donna and Liz were four other girls, one that each of the boys liked. The other girls each had an ice cream cone.

Alicia Kost was fourteen and Stan was madly in love with her. She already had a boyfriend, but she didn’t mind seeing him naked. Her sister Maria was twelve and Conrad’s dream girl. Unlike Alicia, Maria did kind of like Conrad, and seeing him naked was the biggest gift she’d ever gotten.

Gracja Romanski, who had a crush on Chris, was equally thrilled to see her crush naked, something that Chris knew he’d never live down. And Eve Galecki was a girl who Jeff had been trying to work up the nerve to ask out and now had to stand in front of her naked.

The boys were pulled out from between the two cars and made to stand while eating the ice cream cones the girls had brought for them. Triple dipped in long cones so that it would give each of the girls plenty of time to see the boys naked. None of the boys could avoid getting another erection as they tried their best to eat the ice cream as fast as possible, but brain freezes slowed them down.

Once the last of them finished his cone, more humiliation was ordered as they were directed to jack off again. And Liz didn’t hesitate to tell the other girls of the lie Conrad had told and what had happened as a result.

“You had to put Aleksy Bazor’s dick in your mouth?” Alicia asked Stan. “He’s been after me to do that for months. You’ll have to tell me all about it. Every detail, like what he looks like.”

This time it wasn’t just girls, except for Chris it was girls each of the boys liked and would have liked to go out with. But they all knew that after this there was no hope of ever talking with them again. And once word spread through school, the chances of getting a girlfriend were remote, again, except for Chris. Gracia liked him even if he didn’t like her and beating off in front of her was her dream. She’d go out with him anywhere if only he’d ask.

Stan was the last one to shoot and once he did, he asked if this was finally the end.

“Almost, just one thing left to do,” Donna said. “As long as you don’t refuse or delay or fake it, once that is done, we will delete all of the pictures we have of you and just keep the memories. Let’s go to our apartment for the last task.”

The four boys were disappointed when the four extra girls came along. On the elevator ride Donna shared the video and still pictures she had with the other girls, who all wanted a copy. “No, unless they make me tell them twice what they have to do. It’s something they are going to hate more than anything and I’ll bet we’re going to love it.”

Once inside the Stabon’s apartment, Donna quickly explained the last task. “It’s something I heard about and asked Aleksy Bazor what it meant. We’re going to start with a display of brotherly love and then move on to best friends. The task is called a sixty-nine, and first it will be brother-with-brother and then switch so that Stan and Jeff are one pair and Conrad and Chris a second. I assume you know what a sixty-nine is. If you don’t, you’ll need to go and ask Aleksy yourself.”

All four boys had heard of it and all were ready to refuse. Except for the memory that pictures of them naked sucking off another boy had been promised to the girls if they refused. Or even delayed. Conrad moved first, laying on the carpet on his side. “Come on Stan, let’s get this over with, please.”

Stan lied down with his head in the opposite direction as Jeff and Chris were also getting into position.

“Don’t stop until both you and your partner have made the sperm stuff,” Liz said. “And you’d better not lie or we have a bunch of other stuff we can do.”

It wasn’t fun for any of them. Sucking your brother’s dick was repulsive to all four of them, and it took a long time before the first one did shoot. With his mouth full of Conrad’s cum, Stan pulled his head back to get Conrad’s dick out but was warned by Liz not to stop until he also shot. As he went back to sucking on Conrad’s dick, he noticed that Conrad was getting hard again and he shifted his attention to his own dick. Conrad was not doing enough to make him climax but with a dick in his mouth he couldn’t tell him.

Jeff and Chris finished about the same time and once they were done, they watched as Conrad shot again. It was then that Jeff noticed that Conrad was literally just sucking. He wasn’t moving his head and his tongue wasn’t visible.

“Use your tongue Conrad,” Jeff told him. “Remember, you have to do Chris until you shoot and if you shoot again now you’ll be sucking his dick for a long time.”

Whether he really didn’t know what to do or was forced to realize he had to actually make Stan shoot, Conrad began working to bring his brother to a happy ending. Happy for Stan, but he knew it would not be happy for him. He already had tasted cum from Philip and David earlier that day and didn’t want to taste his brother’s. But he knew Jeff was right.

Once he finally got Stan to shoot, they were both able to stand up. Conrad wanted to puke but Donna had them immediately change partners and he had to lie down with Chris. This time wasn’t as bad for any of them. Doing it with a best friend was nowhere near as bad as with a brother. Only Conrad learned he’d screwed himself. He’d jacked off in the parking lot and shot twice into Stan’s mouth and now no matter how hard Chris worked on him he was spent.

Unfortunately, the same wasn’t true for Chris, and this time it was Chris who shot not once, not twice, but three times into Conrad’s mouth.

A few minutes after the third time Chris shot, Stan looked at Donna and said, “Conrad’s climaxed twice already but his balls are empty. He can’t shoot again. Let them up.”

Liz objected, but Donna realized it wasn’t a ploy and that Stan was telling the truth. She announced an end to the task.

“Here’s your cameras and a key card to your apartment,” she said to Stan as she handed the stuff over. “I didn’t send any pictures to anyone, so once you delete them, they’re gone. We’ll just have Mrs. Dwork’s painting to remind us of what you look like. Get out of here.”

The boys hurried out of the apartment only to be confronted by Aleksy and Philip in the hallway.

“Was it fun sucking off your brother?” Aleksy asked.

“Fuck off,” Stan said. “It’s done.”

“I don’t think so,” Aleksy said. “We could probably take that key card by force, but why spend the effort. The pictures from inside my apartment don’t just exist on your phone, they were copied. And Philip and I want more. So do David and Cyryl. You come back and suck us off again and we’ll let you delete the pictures. You have until tomorrow. After that, we’ll be showing them around school. I’ll bet there’s a whole bunch of guys that would want what we got. So don’t spend too much time thinking about it.” He and Philip got on the elevator with them.

“You’ll really delete the pictures?” Jeff asked.

“No, you will. And I haven’t made any copies or sent them to anyone. Are you saying you’ll do it?”

Jeff looked at the other three and all three nodded their heads slightly. “Call David and Cyryl and tell them to come up to Stan’s apartment. I don’t want any hidden cameras around to blackmail us again.”

An hour later four very happy boys left the apartment while four very tired and humiliated boys got dressed. It had been a long day and soon parents would be coming home.

“You still bored?” Stan asked Conrad. “Cause if you are, just knock on the Bazor’s door and give them your clothing and tell them you’re going up to the roof again. Just don’t expect us to come and help.”

The End


   
   
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