For some time Dana had been talking to Jackie about doing it with other guys. It would be a lot of fun for him to have several men making love to him at the same time, the fellow said. Jackie replied that he might try it with just one other guy sometime, if Dana really wanted him to. Jackie was willing to try pretty much whatever Dana wanted.

It had started last winter, when the bored boy had been looking for anything that would interest him. The man was the manager of a motel where Jackie liked to hang out. They had a pool table in a room just off the lobby and Dana used to let him use it for free. The kid made himself useful by running errands.

He would bring Dana his coffee and newspaper, then laze about in the office. Pretty soon the talk became sexually loaded. It was obvious to each of them that they both wanted to mess about. This they proceeded to do. Often the man would sit on a high stool behind the counter. The boy would stand beside him. If anyone came in they would not notice Dana removing his hands from the lower parts of the youth’s body. When Dana’s relief was on, they could use the manager’s apartment for some serious fooling around.

Dana asked Jackie if he would like to be tied up. The youngster said he didn’t see what that would do for him. But the man persisted, claining that it was fun. Jackie agreed to try a little, just his hands, but for Dana to tell him everything he was going to do before starting and to tell him how long he would be bound.

That experience was ok. The kid decided that it was no big deal and it was obvious that Dana really enjoyed it. Jackie agreed to more, but always with a full and prior explanation of what was going to happen. Dana talked to him about spanking and other kinky stuff. The youngster allowed as how he might try a little of those things too.

Once summer began, Jackie sometimes did little jobs for the guests. The motel had a washing machine and dryer. For five dollars and the cost of the machines the boy would do a visitor’s wash, freeing the businessman for business or the tourist for the beach. Occasionally he would spend time in a man’s room and receive a larger gift.

*****

In September the tourist season ended and school resumed. Dana said that he was going to take a weekend off to visit a friend in Rhode Island and he wanted Jackie to go with him. So the youngster told his parents that he was invited to spend the night at a chum’s house. They didn’t know anything about the motel or its manager.

Should his folks call the other boy’s parents, they, being the sort that didn’t pay much attention to what their kid was up to, would assume that their son had indeed invited another boy to stay. “Oh, sure,” they would say, casually, and then forget all about it.

Dana and Jackie left early in the morning and arrived at the friend’s house before 10 a.m. Located in a rural part of the State, the property gradually sloped up from the road through a stand of woods that shielded an open, grassy field. The small dwelling was set in the center. The driveway was cut into the land, but what used to be a garage under the one story building had been blocked up. The man parked his car in the broad gravel area provided for this purpose and next to two other vehicles.

They went in through a door just to the right of what obviously had once provided an entrance for an automobile. The short passage served as a mud room, judging from the boots and the peg board hung with coats and jackets. Through a second door, they found Dana’s friend waiting for them.

Brian was sitting on a built in bench that ran the length of the far wall. Hinges and hasps gave away its second function as a series of storage lockers. The man stood.

“Hey, Jackie,” he said, smiling broadly. “Come give your other daddy a big hug.” He held out his arms.

Dana put down the two canvas bags that he had carried in from the car. The youth wondered why the man had brought so much stuff for a weekend. He chalked it up to another one of the mysteries of adult behavior.

Jackie accepted the bear hug. Brian was a really big guy, so there was quite a contrast between him and the small, fourteen year old. Where the kid was just over five feet tall and 110 pounds, the bear was a foot taller, hefty and hairy. They both had dark brown hair and brown eyes. Dana was in between at five-eight with a wiry build and black hair, cut short to minimize its natural wave.

Brian moved back, patted the bench with the flat of his hand and said to the lad, “Have a seat here and we’ll get you ready.”

The big guy sitting beside him, kissing and fondling him, distracted Jackie from the mechanics of being undressed by the two men. It was Dana who removed shoes and socks, collected the rest of the boy’s clothing and stowed them in one of the lockers. Then he retrieved ropes from one of the canvas bags.

Jackie felt the big man’s hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I want to see how you do that?” Brian said to his friend. Knowing how it was done, the youngster held out his hands, wrists together. Dana took a four foot length of one quarter inch diameter hemp and loosely tied the youngster’s wrists with a square knot. Two long ends of rope were left hanging down.

The smaller man moved the knot to the underside of the kid’s bound wrists. Then Jackie raised his arms up and moved his hands over his head to the back of his neck. This action tightened the restraint, though not enough to hurt or cut off circulation. Dana tied the rope ends together under Jackie’s chin making a loop that was loose but small enough that it could not be slipped off without being untied. This position forced the boy’s head to tilt slightly down and forward, simulating a posture of submission.

A second, slightly longer rope was used to tie a loop around each ankle. This allowed normal walking, so long as it didn’t get caught on anything. It made running impossible, though that was not its function. Rather, it was an instrument of control. Jackie knew from experience that purposeful snagging of the rope in various ways would limit the movement of his legs, keeping them spread for example.

On completion of the last bind, Brian said to the boy, “Are you ready to meet the rest of the guys?”

“Hey,” Jackie said with some annoyance directed at Dana, “you told me there would only be one other guy.”

“No, I didn’t, Jackie.” Dana defended himself. “I only said that we were going to visit a friend in Rhode Island. I didn’t mention other guys, but I didn’t say there wouldn’t be any.”

This was a violation of his trust. His friend knew that he had agreed to try no more than a threesome. But he decided to make the best of things, since he couldn’t do anything about it anyway and didn’t see any benefit that would arise from fuming. And Brian moved quickly to jolly him out of his irritation.

“Come on kid, get up, put a big smile on your face and greet the other daddies.” He gave him a playful hug around the middle, then nudged the boy up. Setting aside his displeasure, the lad did just that.

Dana opened the door to the stairway and hollered up, “Come on down guys, he’s all trussed up and ready for fun.”

Four men clomped down the stairs, carrying all manner of gear. Jackie’s smile broadened, not in welcome, but because they looked like they were headed for the beach. One carried a big cooler, while others had aluminum folding chairs, towels, canvas bags, and a video camera. The men proceeded to set up camp, pausing one by one to take the youngster in his arms for a hug, a few kisses, a grope or two and the squeezing of various other body parts.

The lockers were opened and other paraphernalia disgorged. Literally, in the case of a 3 inch thick, foam, queen size mattress that had been folded up, ready to spring out like a jack-in-the-box. But the boy was not ignored during this time. One or more of the daddies applied continuous affection in the form of rubbing his legs, back and tummy. One of the men got on his knees and licked the boy’s dick and balls, around and under them, getting him well moistened. The man turned him and spread his cheeks. Jackie felt the man’s tongue working on his anus, probing and pushing.

Jackie had to admit to himself that having four or more hands on him at a time was highly stimulating, He was a bit breathless, in fact, partly because his mouth was so often invaded by searching tongues. The slight dizzy feeling evaporated when he heard Dana say to him, “OK, kid, time to get spanked.”

This was among the things they had discussed at one time or other. As usual, Jackie had agreed to try some, to see what it was like, and with an understanding concerning the duration of the experiment. Given the failure to honor previous agreements about the number of people to be involved, he was now reluctant to proceed.

“What do I need to be spanked for?” the lad asked, in a tone that presumed that the answer ought to be that he didn’t.

“It’ll make you a better boy,” Dana told him.

“But I’m already a good boy,” the youngster asserted, plaintively.

“You are indeed,” Dana acknowledged. “You’re a wonderful boy. But spanking will make you an even better one.”

During this exchange, Jackie noticed that the mattress had been laid on the floor and up against the side wall. Brian, having disrobed, was now sitting on the foam pad, his back supported by the knotty pine paneling. Jackie knew that the discussion was at an end, when he was picked up by three of the men. One carried him by the rope at his feet, the other two by his arms and shoulders.

The cord was placed behind Brian’s neck and the youngster was lowered, face down, into position. His knees were on either side of the big man’s trunk and touching the wall, his feet were held up by the rope tied to each ankle. Because the fellow had spread his own legs, Jackie’s chest and face lay on the mattress. In order to breathe, he turned his head to one side. His thighs crossed over Brian’s, so that his backside was raised up.

In that position the man could spank with both hands. With considerably less than full force, the fellow sharply slapped the side of the boy’s left buttock. The object was to sting not bruise. About a second later he struck the right bun on the side, then on top of the left, followed by the top of the right. Side, side, top, top, slap, slap, slap, slap; the sound of the blows registered in the kid’s ears.

Jackie made no noise or movement, out of resignation rather than a display of fortitude. His genitals, at first hanging down between the big man’s legs, were now supported by Brian’s stiff penis. Spanking a kid’s bare bottom was apparently arousing. The youngster could see some of the other guys close in and watching what was being done to him. One held the video camera to his eye.

The men could observe how the color of the youth’s rear end slowly turned to deeper shades of pink. This change coincided with increased sensitivity; each slap produced more pain than the one before it. The youngster’s legs began to twitch. Skipping over any whimpering stage, Jackie complained loudly.

“Ow.”

“Damn, that hurts.”

“Ouch.”

“Cut it out”

“Shit!”

Brian stopped. “Had enough?” he asked.

“Yes!”

“If I stop, will you do whatever your daddies tell you to?”

“Yes, daddy.” Jackie had the daddy business pretty well figured out.

“And what will happen if you don’t do something we ask or don’t do it well enough?”

“You’ll spank me again.”

“Should your daddies spank you if you’re bad?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Do you want your daddies to spank you if you’re bad?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Say it.”

“Please spank me if I’m bad, daddy.”

“OK, that’s good. How does your bottom feel?”

“It hurts, daddy.” The discomfort was nothing like the last few hits, but Jackie’s bum felt hot and sore.

“Would you like me to make it feel better?”

“Yes, please daddy.”

Speaking to one of the observers, the big man said, “Fetch me a couple of ice cubes from the cooler.” When these were handed to him, he held one in each hand over each half of Jackie’s rump. Cold water dripped down onto his bottom, over the sides and into his crack. It tickled and felt wonderful to the boy.

As soon as the sharp edges had smoothed and the ice become egg shaped, Brian rubbed them gently over blushing cheeks. Jackie began to feel some real relief. The on lookers could see the color moderate. But when the ice dissolved to nothing, it took less than a minute for the skin to dry.

“Dana, find me the skin lotion. It’s in the far locker.” The big man pointed in the desired direction. A minute later Jackie felt a large quantity of the cream, which felt cool though it was at room temperature, poured onto him. Brian spread it around and worked it in as lightly as he could. Even so, the youngster’s buttocks were now quite tender and the rubbing smarted a bit. And so they would remain even after a second application. Though the pain was gone they were sensitive to touch. Jackie knew that he would prefer not to sit for a while.

During this last phase, the youth noticed that some of the other men had given up their vigil and gone about other business. Enough remained, however, to help him up from his spanking position and set him on his feet. They resumed fondling and kissing the youngster and admiring the look of his bum, now only slightly pink, but soft and shiny from the lotion. Thankfully, they resisted the impulse to feel it.

After the mattress was moved to the center of the room, two of the guys led Jackie over and had him kneel in the center. They knelt beside the boy, continuing to stimulate him, caressing his body and playing with his nipples. A third, now naked and fully erect, came and stood before him.

“Lick his dick,” one of the men instructed him. “Get it soaking wet.”

The lad’s tongue emerged from his open mouth and he began the assigned task. “If you get dry let me know,” the other man offered. “I’ll get you a drink of water to wet your whistle.”

The first man praised his performance. “Good job. Now do the same with his balls.”

All of this represented things the youngster had done many times and found acceptable if not thrilling. But the guys were doing a good job of making him feel good, so he was certainly willing to reciprocate in this way.

It was when he was told to lick the area around the man’s genitals that he developed some resistance. The hair was dry and didn’t feel particularly pleasing. Though, once the hair was wet enough it didn’t matter much, and he complied.

Then the man turned around and spread his cheeks. “Now lick his hole,” was the command given. Jackie pushed his face in and began in a rather halfhearted manner. Earlier, when one of the daddies had done this to him he had not thought that he might be required to do it too. Nor was this something that he had done before.

“That’s a pretty poor effort,” the standing man complained.

“There isn’t any reason not to do it right,” the fellow on Jackie’s left told him. “He’s just had a shower and washed himself really carefully.”

The boy remained unconvinced. He thought he could taste something funky as it was, or was it only a smell, or merely his imagination. The uncertainty kept him from complying. As a result, the man on the right gave the kid a resounding smack on the bottom.

It stung like the devil. “Ah!” the boy exclaimed. His face pushed forward in reflex and he moved his tongue vigorously in order to forestall any follow-up spanks.

“Mmmmm, much better,” the standing man confirmed.

*****

It takes quite a while to lick the genitals and anuses of six men. Jackie’s tongue and mouth were tired from the effort. So he was glad to be finished and allowed to lie down for a while on the mattress, while he was prepared for the next event. Since his legs were raised and KY applied to his bottom, he knew what it was to be.

The last man he had licked, Ted, put the rope behind his neck keeping the youngster’s legs up in the air and spread. Moving forward he entered the boy carefully and fucked him. Jackie liked getting screwed and this fellow knew his business. As usual, two of the other guys stayed with him, keeling at the side and keeping him stimulated with their fingers and tongues.

“Mmmmm, sweet boy,” one would blow into his ear. The other, rubbing his tummy, offered similar words of praise. The extraordinary pleasure drove away thoughts of spankings and sphincter licking.

Ted finished rather quickly and Jackie was put back on his knees. This time when Brian stood before him he was told to open his mouth. The man’s long dick went to the back of his throat. A few inches remained outside.

“Swallow it,” Brian instructed. Although the youngster was experienced at giving fellatio and had remembered to take a good deep breath, he didn’t understand this particular instruction.

“You can do it,” Dana informed him. “It’s like when you get a hunk of meat with gristle in it and you can’t chew it up, but you don’t want to spit it out either. You just open your throat and swallow it. Just think of it as a big piece of meat.” There were several guffaws at this last comment.

The men had better sense than to give the boy a whack on the rump when he delayed in complying. “Come on Jackie,” Dana said, “give it a try.” The youth did and it worked. He felt Brian’s rod slide into his gullet. At the same time that his throat was being fucked, he was masturbated by one of his coaches, while the other held his head still.

*****

As soon as both the boy and the big man had ejaculated, they all went upstairs for some lunch. Some of the daddies got completely dressed while others just put on their boxers. Only Jackie remained naked, trailing his rope behind him as he ascended the steps.

The daddies busied themselves in pulling cold cuts and cheese; mustard, horseradish and mayonnaise; lettuce leaves, sliced tomato and onion along with an assortment of soft drinks out of the refrigerator. Several loves of sliced bread; white, whole wheat, and rye; were placed on the round kitchen table.

Then the daddies sat on the six chairs and began making sandwiches for themselves. They seemed to have forgotten about the kid. “Hey,” Jackie complained, “don’t I get to eat?”

They laughed, enjoying their little joke. “Sure,” one of the men assured the lad. “Come here.”

The youngster went over to the fellow who had spoken. The man held out his sandwich at the level of the boy’s mouth. “Have a bite,” he offered.

Jackie gnawed off a hunk and chewed. After he swallowed, the next man called to him. After a bite of that guy’s creation, the youth went on to the next.

“It’s like the daddy bird feeding the baby bird,” Brian observed merrily. The others laughed and Jackie flapped his elbows, stuck out his tail and walked the way he thought a chicken would walk. Everyone chuckled.

The next guy, when the boy approached, instead of holding out his lunch, said, “Open wide and tilt your face up.” Jackie did. This fellow, Roger, chewed up some of his ham and cheese on rye. Then he placed his mouth over the boy’s and pushed the partially masticated food into the kid’s maw.

For a second, Jackie thought he might be sick. He associated food coming out of someone’s mouth with vomit and the idea took a moment to clear itself. In fact, it didn’t taste any different from his having chewed the food himself and the man had French kissed him any number of times.

From then on, all of the daddies fed him this way for all of the meals that they had together. Even the liquids were dispersed using a similar procedure. He got to experience a lot of different tastes as a result. Nor did the daddies keep their hands off him during these times. There were plenty of pats, strokes, squeezes and hugs along with words of endearment.

*****

After lunch and back in the daddies’ play room, Jackie was brought to the center of the mattress in front of Roger, who had with him a bowl of hot water, a can of shaving cream and a razor. The lad couldn’t imagine what his role was to be in this operation until the guy said, in a playful manner, “Ready for your shave?”

“I don’t need a shave,” the youngster joked back. “I don’t have any whiskers.”

“No, your pubes,” Roger corrected, smiling devilishly.

“No!” the kid uttered with emphasis.

“What?” one of the other daddies asked, incredulous.

“You can’t shave my pubes,” the kid insisted.

“Why not?” another asked.

“Because I have to go to Phys Ed and shower with a bunch of other kids. They’d make fun of me for shaving my pubes. It would be awful. You mustn’t.” The boy was clearly upset by the prospect.

“You refuse?” Dana asked.

“Yeah!”

“Put him in position,” Brian ordered.

Jackie was picked up as before while the mattress was moved to the wall. The youth knew at once what was about to happen, another spanking.

“Shit!” he exclaimed. “No, don’t do that.” And this time, instead of being quiet, he kept uttering a string of invectives all through the process of being arranged for discipline.

Left side, right side, left top, right top, slap, slap, slap, slap, the stinging flat hand of the big man struck the already tender bottom of the boy. Jackie yelled and cursed, perhaps exaggerating his distress. Brian paused within a minute of having begun.

“Are you ready to have your daddies shave you now?”

“Yes, dammit,” the youngster capitulated, angrily.

“You don’t sound like you want your daddies to shave you.”

Realizing what was needed; the youth turned meek and said, “Please, shave my pubes daddy.”

“You really want us to.”

“Yes, daddy,” the youngster confirmed, nodding his head in further affirmation.

Brian applied the ice and lotion to the boy’s bum as before. It wasn’t noticeably worse for wear than after the first spanking. The second one had not required anywhere near the same amount of time and effort to produce the necessary effect, being already warmed up, so to speak.

Dana helped Jackie up and untied the ropes, while the mattress was again moved to the center of the room and Roger resumed his place and with the equipment. “Come here,” the barber called to the lad. Unfettered, Jackie walked over to the man.

“Kneel down,” the fellow instructed him. After the boy had complied he was told to put his hands behind his head. “I’m going to do your pits first,” he explained.

Now Jackie understood the reason for his being unbound. He was required to cooperate actively in the very activity to which he had objected. In this way, his surrender would be complete and more apparent to the daddies and to himself. They would enjoy it all the more and he would feel it more acutely.

Roger thoroughly wet the little bit of hair in the youngster’s armpits and liberally applied shaving cream. The razor quickly removed hair and foam. Then the man rinsed the kid’s pits, put on some of the same skin lotion that was used to soothe his backside and worked that in.

“OK, stand up,” the barber commanded. Jackie complied. Roger wet the wiry hair above the youthful dick and spread on the thick foam. “Put your hand here and pull the skin tight,” the kid was told. The man showed Jackie where he should place his hand. The unwanted fuzz was scraped away.

“You look really great,” the man complimented the boy when he had finished. I look like a twelve year old, Jackie thought. But the praise of the other men had its effect. Clearly they liked him this way. And they proceeded to enjoy watching him and playing with him in the hours that followed.

*****

The exhausted boy slept in the back seat of the car on the return trip from Rhode Island. In his pants pocket he carried a physician’s note that would keep him out of gym class. It was the doctor who had insisted that no alcohol be consumed by any of the daddies. Care had been taken that no injury would befall the lad, as had happened recently to a youngster in Arkansas.

There a youth’s mouth had been taped and he had suffocated. The prosecutor had sought the death penalty against the two men involved, even though they had called 911 when they became aware that the kid had stopped breathing. Apparently doped up, they had been stupid and reckless and caused a boy’s death.

Even though Jackie was miffed at being misled by Dana, a month later he asked the man when he might next have a weekend off.