By Aldric
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of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in
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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.
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