As tough as it was for Chris to maintain his self-control, he was about to find out how things could indeed get very much worse for him.
But first, before we continue with our story, I feel it’s time for a bit of background to the relationship between Chris and his dad…
Felix knows that his son Chris isn't one of the 'cool' guys at school, not like Doug and his friends. He’s sad that his son isn’t out enjoying himself having same great time he used to have when he was Chris’s age. Felix wants Chris to experience the sort of fun he had as a horny young teen. He knows Chris will have to put up with a lot of teasing and ribbing before he is accepted into Doug's group, but that’s the price any boy should to be willing to pay for the privilege. Maybe Chris needs it even more than most, Felix thinks in view of what he considers to be his wife’s over cautious attitude towards their son’s welfare. Felix is also of the opinion that Chris wants to be accepted as ‘one of the boys’ and as a result he will do whatever he can to help his son, even if it means overlooking, or at least making allowances for situations in which Chris is embarrassed or even humiliated. As much as Felix’s instincts as a dad might be to protect his son, he knows that Chris needs his freedom and that whatever Doug and his friends get up to with his son he reckons it will do Chris the world of good to get him out of his shell.
Felix, perhaps unsurprisingly, identifies with Doug, the son of his good friend Frank who he’s known since his schooldays. For his part Chris, as his dad suspects, wants to be accepted by the other boys, even though he's nervous and understandably anxious about what’s involved and what he might be letting himself in for. Along with all the conflicting thoughts of an adolescent boy, Chris sees how popular his dad is and wants to emulate him, so he's prepared to put up with a lot. Felix is proud of his son when he sees him being ribbed and taking it like he believes a boy should. Felix just wants the best for Chris and for his son to be accepted by his peers.
So we return to Felix’s study to see Chris sat on Doug’s lap in the same position in which Doug saw Chris during the zoom call.
“Why don’t you show the boys some of those exercises you were doing for Donnie’s dad to see?” Felix suggested.
“Who’s Donnie?” Dennis asked before Doug reminded him that Chris told them about Donnie.
Nevertheless Felix explained: “He’s the son of one of my friends. Donnie’s fourteen and his foreskin’s so tight his parents thought they’d have to have Donnie circumcised…”
Dennis winced: “Ouch…”
Felix continued: “... exactly… but when Donnie’s dad mentioned on the zoom call how they were having difficulty getting his son’s foreskin to fully retract, I told him how Chris had the same problem when he was a few years younger…”
“So was that when you got Chris to show everyone those exercises he told us about?” Dennis asked.
“That’s right… and I think it’d be a good idea for Chris to show you what’s involved, I mean, who knows you might find it useful if you have sons of your own one day…”
Chris looked up shyly: “You sure, dad?”
“‘Course I am, Chris… there’s just me and the boys here… there’s nothing to be ashamed of… like I say, it’s a technique all boys should be aware of…”
“But, daaad… you know what happened the last time…”
“Then you’ll just have to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
Doug was grinning from ear to ear. He’d seen exactly what happened the last time Chris was made to demonstrate the foreskin stretching exercises and didn’t think it would turn out any differently this time.
If Felix saw Doug smirking behind Chris’s back, he didn’t let on.
Felix continued: “Look Chris, just think what would have happened if you hadn’t been there to show Donnie’s dad how a boy’s foreskin can be stretched and manipulated to relieve the tightness… why, Donnie might have been circumcised when there was no need. You should be proud to have helped.”
It’s never very pleasant to be made to feel guilty about something when you didn’t think there was any reason for you to feel that way. Although Chris knew his dad was only trying to be helpful, he couldn’t avoid the thought that he, Chris, was being selfish. Chris tried to put these notions from his mind and at the same time tell himself not to be so reluctant to show Doug, Roger and Dennis the foreskin exercises.
“Do you want me to help you, Chris?” Felix asked and moved forward so that he had his back to Dennis and Roger.
Chris looked up at his dad and saw that both Dennis and Roger were leering at him and making obscene wanking gestures with their fists. Already they could see how embarrassed Chris was and they couldn’t wait to see the outcome of these exercises.
“... or maybe you’d like the boys to help?”
Roger’s eyes lit up at Felix’s suggestion: “Yes, we’d like to help… wouldn’t we Den?”
Dennis agreed eagerly and despite Chris’s understandable protests that he was perfectly capable of stretching his own foreskin. Humiliating as it would be to manipulate his penis in front of the boys, there was a far greater chance he would be able to control himself than would be the case if Dennis and Roger were to squeeze and tug his foreskin. By now Chris knew what these boys were capable of and had the distinct impression the presence of his dad wouldn’t make the least bit of difference.
Once more Chris was left with little choice as he felt Doug’s hands close around his forearms, gripping them and pulling them back to leave Chris’s exposed penis at the mercy of Dennis and Roger.
So, with the blessing and guidance of Felix, both Dennis and Roger took hold of Chris’s penis.
Felix instructed the boys: ““That’s it… you hold Chris’s penis Dennis while you, Roger pinch the tip of the foreskin… gently now… that’s it, now pull it towards you… see how it can stretch quite a bit… see if you can get your finger inside the foreskin… good, now ease it back and see if you can uncover the glans… excellent, that’s good… get it right back… you won’t believe how tight Chris’s foreskin used to be… see how easily it slips back now… good, now pull it back over the glans and see how far you stretch it… excellent!”
Under Felix’s expert, but perfectly redundant tuition since Roger had gained plentiful experience from playing with his own foreskin, Roger continued stretching and retracting the foreskin until Dennis pointed out that he could feel Chris, “getting a boner.”
Felix was sanguine: “It happens, but this is when the exercises have the most benefit. When the penis is fully erect the foreskin is really stretched when its retracted over the glans…”
It almost sounded as if Felix was giving the boys a biology lesson, albeit a superfluous one, since they were all highly proficient having had lots of practice with their own foreskins when they masturbated.
Chris was beginning to breathe heavily, gasping as his chest rose and fell, while he felt the familiar sensations of an impending orgasm growing. He hadn’t cum since his explosive orgasm during the zoom call and nearly another week had gone by since then. It had been an uphill struggle to maintain his pledge not to masturbate the past few days and now he found himself in an almost impossible situation with his arms held firmly by Doug as he watched two pairs of hands, those of Roger and Dennis, handling his now fully engorged penis.
Felix, as well as the boys, could tell how excited Chris was becoming and weren’t surprised to see pre-cum oozing from the exposed meatus. Although they all knew how useful this was in aiding the stretching exercises, they also knew how careful they would have to be if they were to avoid precipitating an eruption of cum.
“Careful Roge… he hasn’t had a wank since I saw him cum on the zoom call…” Doug cautioned.
Felix was taken aback to hear this: “Why the little… are you sure?” he asked.
Roger turned and spoke to Felix: “He told us so himself…”
This news didn’t go down at all well with Felix. Much to the amusement of Doug, Roger and Dennis, Felix raised his voice to Chris: “Didn’t I tell you that boys your age need to drain their balls regularly? No wonder you’re so excited… you simply can’t expect to hold in all that spunk for days on end… I thought I made it clear to you how foolish you’re being… I’ve a good mind to…”
Felix stopped mid-flow as he saw Chris’s penis twitch as more pre-cum leaked out over Roger’s fingers.
“See what’s happening?! Just look at Roger’s hand, it’s literally dripping with your pre-cum, Chris.” Felix was exasperated and gave no thought to giving his son a telling off in front of the other boys. He’d explained the dangers of self-denial to Chris and it had fallen on deaf ears. Well okay, if he was going to ejaculate, then so be it, but at the same time Felix felt that Chris needed to be taught a lesson. He thought back to something he and his buddies used to challenge each other to do… ruin an orgasm. Felix remembered how frustrating it was to be constantly edged and the aching disappointment that was felt when you finally shot your load without anyone or anything touching your cock… the rules of that game were very strict, he recalled.
Chris would have to be very carefully edged as it would take extremely delicate judgement to evaluate the optimum moment at which to ruin his orgasm with the greatest effect. This needed experience. Felix knew how difficult it was to gauge the precise point at which to withdraw stimulation of the penis in order to maximise the boy’s frustration. The trick was to get the boy to the point at which he is unable to stop himself from ejaculating, but without allowing him the ultimate pleasure of a fulfilled orgasm.
Of course many young boys are simply unable to practice edging techniques as they lack the skill and experience. Having discovered the fun to be had from playing with their penises these boys simply masturbate to orgasm as quickly as they possibly can, as if it were an Olympic sport in which the gold medal is awarded to the boy who is the fastest to cum, dry or wet. But as boys grow a little older, and perhaps a little wiser, they find how they can prolong and enhance the pleasure to be gained from masturbation by the simple expedient of edging.
The point at which Felix’s intention to ruin his son’s orgasm became clear to Roger, Dennis and Doug was when they realised it was no longer simply a demonstration of the exercises needed to loosen a boy’s foreskin, more an exercise in controlling the stimulation of his son Chris’s penis. The boys were experienced masturbators; they knew all about edging and about ruined orgasms… if they had assumed correctly that it was indeed Felix’s aim.
Although Felix said nothing, Roger, having surmised the revised strategy, began to move Chris’s foreskin, rolling it backwards and forwards over the glans in such a way as to leave little doubt that he was now masturbating Chris.
Naturally Felix then became concerned that at any moment Chris might orgasm before his son had had a chance to be taught his lesson. But he needn’t have worried since neither Roger nor Dennis required any advice from Felix how, by abruptly stopping what they were doing, they would leave Chris’s penis twitching, jerking and bobbing up and down at the very brink of ejaculation. This cycle of stimulation and denial continued until Chris, delirious with excitement at the thought of his impending orgasm, pleaded shamelessly for them to carry on playing with his foreskin.
Chris struggled, twisted and begged for release as he sat straddling Doug’s lap. It has to be said that Doug was finding it difficult to maintain control, but he knew that any lessening of his grip on Chris’s arms was out of the question. Doug was certain Chris would do just about anything to end the torment of repeatedly being brought to the brink of orgasm only to be left gasping for breath and unimaginably frustrated when the stimulation was stopped. Chris was desperate to cum and became more and more hysterical as the teasing continued.
Upsetting as it was for Felix to see his son begging for release, he was nevertheless impressed by the control Doug and the boys had over him. The impressive coordination of the three boys, clearly born of experience, once more brought back memories of Felix’s own teenage years when he and Doug’s dad Frank would be involved in the same sort of games he was witnessing being played right in front him in his study. Any doubts Felix might have had about his son being teased were quickly put out of his mind. Chris had to be made aware of the consequences of abstinence.
Nobody in the room had given any thought as to how long the teasing had continued… apart from Chris perhaps. But even he had no idea since whatever conscious thoughts he had left were reduced to experiencing nothing but the heightened sensations caused by the constant edging being administered by Roger and Dennis. Chris’s body glistened with a light coating of sweat as he struggled against the tight grip of Doug. He was frantic for the release of ejaculation and orgasm, until finally Felix, still without a word spoken, placed his hand on Roger’s shoulder to signal the end of his son’s torment.
It was masterfully done, the timing was perfect and it took a few seconds for Chris to fully realise what was happening. Roger took his hand away for the last time and Felix saw the flash of triumph cross his face as they both watched the spunk begin pulsing from Chris’s painfully stiff penis.
Chris cried out: “NO!!! NO!!! PLEEEASE!!! NO!!!” his anguish was palpable.
Doug struggled, wrestling to keep control of Chris as he twisted about on his lap. Spunk spat out with each jerk of Chris’s penis, splattering his chest and belly with glistening goo. Slowly the pulses subsided until the last one left a string of turbid cum dangling from the tip of his penis. Chris was almost in tears. His frustration at being denied the fulfilment of the expected pleasure which had built up during the prolonged edging session was intense. During the few brief seconds of his now totally ruined orgasm Chris would have done anything, promised anything and agreed to do whatever was asked of him if only he’d been allowed to grab hold of his penis and frantically rub himself into the paradise of prolonged, contented pleasure.
Roger grinned, pleased to see the agonized expression of disappointment on Chris’s face. He was satisfied with a job well done. Roger lifted his arm and looked at his hand covered with Chris’s slimy pre-cum, before casually wiping his sticky fingers on Chris’s bare legs.
Once more Chris found himself covered in his own spunk as he sank back, frustrated, annoyed and exhausted onto Doug’s chest.
“Let that be a lesson, Chris,” Felix told him, “...and if I find out you’ve not been draining those balls of yours at least once a day, I’ll get the boys to empty them for you… and now you know how they’ll do it, you’ll know what to expect.”
Chris was crestfallen: “I’m sorry, dad…” He might have said more, but Doug had seen cum beginning to run down the side of Chris’s torso. It was now in danger of dripping onto Doug’s clothes, so he scraped it up with his fingers and pushed them straight into Chris’s mouth. Shocked, Chris gagged and spluttered, but Doug held his head firmly with his other hand and with his fingers deep in Chris’s mouth, forced him to lick them clean. This got such a big laugh from Dennis and Roger that Doug immediately scraped up some more spunk for Chris’s impromptu après-cum feast.
Even Felix smiled and when Chris, between handfuls of spunk, pleaded to be let up from Doug’s lap, he refused telling him, “You stay right where you are… if Doug lets you up you’ll drip spunk everywhere and stain the carpet.”
Eventually it was deemed safe enough to allow Chris to get up. The boys settled down again in their chairs leaving Chris standing naked in the middle of his dad’s study once more. Felix called him over and put an arm around his son’s waist.
“No hard feelings, eh?” he said before it occurred to him that it may not have been the most diplomatic phrase in the circumstances.
Chris simply shook his head: “No, dad… I-I… it was silly of me.”
Felix squeezed his arm a little tighter around Chris, then he suddenly looked across to Doug and the boys: “Hey guys, I’ve had an idea!”
Immediately Chris’s heart sunk. ‘...what was it now…?’ He thought sighing inwardly.
“Look, Chris’s mum is away at her sister’s…” Felix explained, “She won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon… what do you say to a sleepover?”
Doug, Roger and Dennis looked at each other. Before they’d even said anything, it was clear their answer would be in the affirmative.
“That’s great,” Felix beamed, “What d’ya think, Chris? Won’t that be fun?”
When Chris’s agreement was less than enthusiastic, Felix tried to cheer him up: “Look, it’s not every weekend you get to have friends round for a sleepover, so just chill out and enjoy yourself a bit will you…” Felix thought for a moment: “I know we can watch some of our family videos…”
But just as Doug thought they were in for an evening of someone’s boring old holiday films, Chris blurted out: “Oh, no dad, no… not those… pleeease, they’re too embarrassing…”
Doug glanced conspiratorially at Roger who frowned. It was clear, without a word spoken, they were thinking the same thing. What could possibly be more embarrassing for Chris who had been stripped nude earlier in the day; who’d had his clothes destroyed and his pubes shaved off; who had been forced to walk home naked; who had been masturbated to a ruined orgasm in front of his dad and who was still the only one without any clothes on? Intrigued, they wondered how something so innocuous as watching a few old family videos could possibly be embarrassing enough to have caused such a reaction by Chris?
But neither Felix nor Chris would furnish them any further details.
“All in good time, guys… It’ll be a surprise for you… won’t it Chris?” Felix chuckled. “Now, I think we ought to sort out the sleeping arrangements.”
Chris, who was already upset at his dad for not saying anything to him before inviting Doug, Roger and Dennis to stay for a sleepover, was even more miffed when he found out where he’d be sleeping.
There were two spare air-beds which Chris was sent to fetch along with the pump. After which Felix took them all to Chris’s bedroom where he explained the sleeping arrangements: “Chris, one of your guests can have your bed… the other two can have the air-beds…”
“But where am I going to sleep?” Chris asked.
“You can sort that out between yourselves later… now get those air-beds pumped up and when you’ve done that you can get some sheets and pillows for your guests.”
Chris noticed how his father kept referring to Doug, Roger and Dennis as his, Chris’s, guests, as if he was the one who’d had invited them to stay for a sleepover. More like a takeover, Chris thought. All he wanted to do after enduring a day filled with one humiliation after another was to slink off to his own bedroom, to curl up in his own bed, to sleep and try to forget that he’d ever had the misfortune to run into Doug and his friends. Okay, he knew his dad was only trying to help, but Chris was exhausted and he wanted to put on some clothes. He was fed up with being the only one in the nude. Wasn’t it time for him to get dressed? Crikey, he’d even climb into the reindeer onesie his mum, knowing full well what the reaction of everyone would be, had bought him as a joke to wear last Christmas… but at least he’d be wearing something.
Chris had mentioned his lack of apparel to his dad, but he’d been told not to bother getting dressed, “What’s the point?” Felix had said adding blithely, “You’ll only be taking your clothes off again when it’s time for bed, so why bother… it’s only a few of your friends and you’ve been naked with them most of the day. Don’t tell me you’ve suddenly come over all shy?
And that put the tin hat on any further thought of Chris being able to put on some clothes.
Felix left the boys to it, but needless to say it was Chris who was ‘left to it’ to get the air-beds blown up and made up while Doug, Roger and Dennis stood about chatting while generally getting in Chris’s way until they heard Felix calling for them all to come down to the living-room.
He’d sorted out the videos for them to watch and everyone sat down… everyone apart from Chris who, being naked, was relegated to the floor this time. “House rules,” Felix explained without further elaboration as Chris stretched himself out on the floor on his tummy.
Felix then went on to explain how Chris’s mum found she was having difficultly retracting Chris’s foreskin when she was giving him his bath. On the floor, Chris buried his head in his hands as Felix went into the details of how his mum had told Dr Miller, Chris’s paediatrician, about the problem.
“That’s when Dr Miller showed her how she could stretch Chris’s foreskin using exercises to alleviate the tightness…”
Roger had a question: “Er, how old was Chris?”
“Oh, this was about three years ago, I guess… Let’s see, Chris would have been,” Felix paused, looked down at Chris on the floor and asked, “Say, how old were you when all this started, Chris?”
Chris mumbled something into the carpet.
“What did he say?” Roger asked Felix.
Felix spoke to Chris again: “Speak up, Chris… we can’t hear you.”
Chris, reluctant to reveal how old he was when his mum had taken him along to Dr Miller, again spoke into the carpet. A little louder this time, but still inaudible to Felix and the boys.
“What? How old did you say?” Doug asked, “Come on, Chris… tell us.”
Suddenly Chris turned his head towards Doug and bellowed: “THIRTEEN!!!” Equally quickly he buried his head back into his arms.
“Well, there’s no need to shout,” Doug said sounding offended by the outburst, but inwardly relishing this new piece of highly personal information. He looked at Roger and smirked. Oh, they were going to have fun teasing Chris about this. Fancy his mum still bathing him when he was thirteen!
Chris knew what was coming and covered his ears with his hands as Felix went on to explain how Dr Miller had asked his mum if she could arrange to make a sort of video diary. When she had asked the paediatrician what he meant she was told that every time she carried out the stretching exercises she should have it videoed so that he could review Chris’s progress during his regular medical examinations at the doctor’s clinic.
Felix then told the boys how he’d kept the videos and how he thought they might be interested in watching some of them.
Once more Chris protested: “Daaad… pleeeease don’t… please don’t show them… they’re really embarrassing…”
Of course this just made the boys more keen than ever to see the videos.
“Don’t be such a spoilsport, Chris,” his dad chided him, “It was ages ago and you’re all grown up now, so why all the fuss? I’m sure the boys are interested to see them and I don’t suppose if it was one of their family videos they would be at all bothered if you wanted to watch it.”
This highly speculative argument didn’t convince Chris. But he had no counter-arguement to put forward, so Felix got on with the show.
Chris had been right. The videos were excruciatingly embarrassing… for him that is. As for Doug, Roger and Dennis… they they thought the vids were hilarious. Watching Chris aged thirteen standing naked in the bath, a natural ‘baldy’ at the time of the video, having his foreskin manipulated by his mum, had the boys in fits of laughter. Felix, who had been operating the video camera, had zoomed in on Chris’s penis to record in close-up the foreskin being drawn back and forth over the glans with the inevitable result… signs of an erection which were difficult to ignore.
“Wow! He’s getting a boner…” Roger exclaimed when he saw what was happening.
Doug glanced down at Chris on the carpet: “Naughty boy…” he teased, as on the screen the penis of thirteen year old Chris was seen to grow to its full four inch mast, the sight of which was accompanied by wolf-whistles and gales of laughter from the boys watching.
Chris would raise his head every so often to look at himself on the screen, as if to confirm to himself the full horror of what was happening, and then quickly bury his head in his hands unable to face the shame he felt in knowing what Doug, Roger and Dennis were watching.
Felix, encouraged by the boys’ evident enjoyment, decided to show them a video that captured a really special moment in Chris’s life. “It was only by chance,” he explained, “…a complete accident really… I’ve only ever shown it to…”
This was too much for Chris. He knew which video Felix was talking about: “Oh, dad… pleeease not that one… please!”
Felix frowned. He couldn’t understand why Chris was being so defensive. If he was Chris he’d have had no hesitation in letting his friends see what Doug, Roger and Dennis were about to see. Felix pressed ‘play’.
Just as in the previous video the boys saw a naked Chris in the bathroom. This time he was out of the bath, standing on a mat already with a boner. It was obvious from the expression on his face that Chris, aged thirteen, was deeply embarrassed, but this clearly hadn’t bothered his mother as she commenced carrying out the regular foreskin stretching exercises. Chris’s expression could be seen to turn to one of worry as his foreskin was fully retracted before being pulled as far as it would stretch in the opposite direction. After a few minutes of this Chris could be seen sucking in his lips and rising up on his toes as his breathing became more laboured.
There was sniggering from Doug and Roger as they guessed what was happening, and what was about to happen, on the big screen in front of them.
In the video Chris was seen to go right up on tip-toes and stifle a yelp.
Felix commentated for the boys: “This is when Chris had first wet cum… isn’t it, Chris? I bet there’s not many boys who can even remember when they had their first… but see the date and time stamp on the video? If he ever needs to know, it’s right there… for always, eh, Chris?”
In truth there wasn’t much for the boys to see, just a little bubble of thin, watery boy-cum that pulsed out and ran down Chris’s penis during his accidental orgasm.
“I don’t think Chris knew what was happening,” Felix told the boys. He looked down at his son who still had his face buried and his eyes shut tight, “You were a bit of late developer, weren’t you, Chris?” Felix looked back at the boys again, cupped his hand to one side of his mouth and in a stage whisper, cheekily confided: “He hadn’t even started wanking when that happened…”
Doug, already incredulous to have learnt that at thirteen Chris’s mum was still bathing him, was even more surprised to be told that Chris hadn’t learnt how to masturbate by the time he was in his teens. Like a lot of boys Doug knew, he had found out all there was to know about wanking at the various Boy Scout camps he’d been on since he was eleven. This was an educational opportunity denied to Chris by his mother’s refusal to allow him to join the scouts. By the age of thirteen Doug had been masturbating regularly for almost two years and was just as experienced in the art of mutual masturbation as he was in doing it solo.
When the video entertainment was over Felix retired to his study, alone this time and the boys were left to their own devices. It wasn’t long before they’d stripped down to boxers and tees in Chris’s bedroom for a spot of lighthearted roughhousing and teasing of Chris, when Roger had an idea.
“Hey! What about a game of Name that Cock?” he suggested.
Chris had never heard of that game, but the others had and were definitely up for it… in more ways than one! It had been an educational and altogether exciting few hours and Roger, Dennis and Doug were all by this time really horny; states of arousal in all three boys were obvious from the bulges that pressed against their thin cotton boxer shorts.
Doug pretended to be shocked when it became obvious that Chris didn’t know what they were talking about: “You don’t know how to play Name that Cock?” he asked incredulously, “It’s great fun… you’ll enjoy it, won’t he guys?” This question got the immediate approval of the others.
“You can go first,” Roger said, “If you’ve never played it, you have to go first anyway.”
Doug continued, “Don’t worry we’ll show you how, or rather we would show you, but as you have to be blindfolded you won’t actually see anything, so what’s the point?” he teased.
“Why do I have to be blindfolded?” Chris asked with a hint of resignation in his voice. He’d sort of figured he was going to be the object of more fun for the boys’ amusement before the evening was out. The thought of being isolated behind a blindfold, not knowing what the boys were up to when he couldn’t see, was distinctly unnerving.
Doug was exasperated: “The whole point of the game is that you have to guess whose cock it is… duh, there wouldn’t be much point in playing if you could see whose cock it was.”
Then Dennis piped up: “Don’t forget we have to tie his hands behind his back once he’s been blindfolded, Doug… just so there’s no cheating,” he grinned.
“But how am I supposed to know whose… er, cock it is?” Chris asked.
Just seeing the smirks on the boys’ faces and hearing the sniggers emanating from between their lips was enough for Chris to realise the awful truth.
“Ohhh… pleeease guys…. no, please don’t…”
Three against one? What chance did Chris have? He could do nothing but look on horrified as Dennis rummaged through Chris’s clothes to find something with which to blindfold and tie his hands with.
“This’ll do,” Dennis announced holding up a T-shirt, which happened to be a favourite of Chris. “We can’t let you be seen wearing this… you hang out with us and we’ll find you something much better.”
The shirt was emblazoned with the name and logo of a group Dennis considered to be the least cool band on the planet and was accordingly ripped apart before Chris had a chance to protest at the destruction of yet another piece of his clothing. However, Chris was so peeved by the casual treatment of his T-shirt, reduced to ribbons before his eyes, that he failed to notice what the words, ‘you hang out with us’ implied. It wasn’t until the torn strips of his ruined T-shirt were being used to blindfold him that Chris realised ‘you hang out with us’ was an instruction. It meant he was being offered the chance to be part of this group. His feelings about this were mixed. On the one hand it made him feel special and that maybe this game was a sort of initiation to test whether he had the mettle to be one of them. But on the other, as his wrists were pulled tight together behind him, Chris knew he was dreading whatever it was that was about to happen.
Doug placed his hands on Chris’s shoulders and pushed him down to make him kneel on the floor. As he waited Chris listened to the boys as they drew lots to see whose penis would be the first for Chris to try and identify.
Roger informed Chris of another of the games’s rules: “When Doug says so, you’ve got one minute to guess whose cock it is… understand?”
Bravely Chris nodded his head: “Yeah, okay…” and tried his best to think what his dad would say if he knew what was going on in his bedroom. He was pretty sure he’d tell him to enjoy himself and take part in the game in the same spirit with which it was intended. Chris could almost hear his dad’s words of encouragement: “C’mon… don’t be a spoilsport, Chris… it’s just a bit of fun.”
He’d only just had time for these thoughts before a pair of hands gripped the back of Chris’s head. Instinctively he tried to push back as he felt a long, thick penis brush the side of his face. At least Chris assumed it must be a penis… knowing these boys, what else could it be? The hands held his head firmly and he felt pubes tickle him as the penis slithered across the front of his face. Chris could smell the penis as it was pushed against his nostrils. His head was slapped with what felt like an erect cock, first one side, then the other, before it was pushed under his chin and up back over his nose. The penis rested on one side of his nose and Chris assumed he’d now be asked to guess whose cock it was.
But he was wrong. Chris, who’d never even touched another boy’s penis with his hands before, heard Doug speak: “Are you ready to play the game?”
Still with the penis pressed against his face, Chris stammered: “B-but, I thought… I thought you wanted me to guess…”
He heard Doug’s good-natured laugh: “We haven’t started yet…” Chris heard more laughter from the other two boys, “You didn’t think that was it, did you?”
This was an unpleasant surprise for Chris. He’d felt the thing rubbed all over his face… surely that meant it was time for him to have a guess at who it belonged to? What more could he do to make his guess any more likely to be the right one?
Roger reminded Chris that Doug would say when the game was to start. He repeated Doug’s question: “Are you ready to play?”
Chris, his head held firmly, felt the penis move away from his face. He thought of his dad again in an effort to prepare himself for whatever it was he was about to endure. He thought how proud Felix would be that he was taking part in this new game… at least to him it was a new game. Finally Chris muttered that he was ready.
The next thing Chris felt was the head of the now fully erect penis pressed against his lips. It was held there and looked just as if Chris was kissing it.
He heard Doug announce: “You’ve got one minute to…” On cue Roger and Dennis joined in and they yelled: “NAME THAT COCK!!!”
Chris didn’t have time to worry whether his dad had heard the noise or not as the mystery penis was pushed firmly against his lips, easing them apart before it slipped into Chris’s mouth.
Amid cheering and laughter the penis was pushed in deeper. Doug was the timekeeper: “Forty second left…” Chris was told as the penis was pressed even further into his mouth, stretching his lips wide. “Thirty seconds… twenty seconds… fifteen seconds…”
There was no time for Chris to give any thought as to who the penis belonged. He was having too much trouble in attempting to stop himself from gagging as the penis probed his gullet. Whoever was holding his head kept him in position and prevented any attempt by Chris to dislodge the invading meat torpedo. Chris felt pubic hair tickling his nostrils and a large pair of balls brushing against his chin. The penis felt enormous.
With seconds to go, all three boys joined in the countdown: “TEN… NINE… EIGHT… SEVEN… SIX… FIVE… FOUR… THREE… TWO… ONE!!!!”
As the penis was withdrawn from Chris’s mouth leaving him gasping for breath and with the lingering taste of pre-cum, all three boys loudly challenged him to… “NAME THAT COCK!!!”
Chris, with a glistening mixture of drool and pre-cum hanging from his chin, hadn’t the faintest idea whose penis had been filling his mouth. As the drool/pre-cum mixture dripped onto his chest he stammered: “I-I don’t know…” as another bubble of gloop dribbled from his wet lips.
“Well better guess then,” Doug suggested brightly, “You’ve got a one-in-three chance of being right.”
“What happens if I am wrong?” Chris asked.
“Then you have another go,” Doug explained, “Could be a different cock, or could be the same one… you never know… and you keep trying until you guess the identity of all three cocks correctly…” he adding, sounding like the quizmaster of a family gameshow.
“Exciting, isn’t it?” Roger offered.
Doug didn’t say any more…. he didn’t need to. Chris got the message. The more times his guess was wrong, the longer the game took. The more times the cocks were slipped in and out of his mouth, the more likely it was that he’d end up with a mouthful of cum and knowing his luck he’d end up with his face splattered with it too! Simple really, but a truly daunting prospect for Chris.
Inwardly he sighed, but Chris kept telling himself how proud his dad would be if he knew what he was doing. He understood how disappointed Felix had been when he hadn’t been allowed to join the Boy Scouts even though his dad knew it wasn’t Chris’s fault. He understood that his dad thought he was missing out on the sort of fun he had at Chris’s age. He wanted to make Felix proud of him, show him that he could have fun too and if there was a chance for him to be accepted by Doug, Roger and Dennis, Chris knew it would make a big difference to his life.
Chris steeled himself to have a guess as to who had shoved their penis into this mouth.
“Was it your cock, Doug?” he asked as he raised his head in the direction of where he thought Doug might be standing.
“‘Fraid not,” came the answer.
Chris was half expecting this. It must have been Dennis or Roger. Chris tried to guess which one of them had such a big cock. He also realised that he’d have to try and remember what that cock felt like in his mouth.
“Ready for another go?” Doug asked.
Chris levelled his head and shuffled himself on his knees into a slightly more comfortable position: “Ready.”
This time there was no preliminary stroking of the penis across his face and Chris felt the loose tip of a foreskin as the cock was pressed against his lips. Chris tried to recall what the foreskin of the other penis was like. Did it cover the nob-end like this one? No, he remembered the soft skin at the tip of the glans before the cock had been pushed into his mouth with its foreskin already partially retracted, so this must be a different penis! That was something. But it was still a one in three chance he’d guess who it belonged to correctly.
As the next round of the game started, Chris tried to decide; was this cock a bit thinner than the first, or was it because he getting used to the feeling of a cock inside his mouth? Was it longer? It didn’t try to push its way down his throat like the other one did, so maybe it was shorter… but by how much? He tried to remember. He needed to remember which cock was which to be in with a chance to guess all three correctly.
The minute was up and the penis withdrawn from Chris’s mouth. Once more drool and pre-cum slithered down his chin and onto his chest. Chris barely had time to gather his thoughts before he needed to make a guess at whose cock it had been. Again he was wrong and he braced himself for the next attempt to correctly name the owner of a cock when it was pushed into his mouth.
Then something else distracted Chris. Maybe it was because of the blindfold that his hearing seemed to be that much more acute, but although he couldn’t be sure, Chris thought he could hear the sound of one of the boys masturbating.
“Ready for another go?” Doug asked.
Chris took a couple of deep breaths before nodding that, yes, he was ready.
A penis was pushed between his lips, forcing them apart as it entered his mouth and Chris was certain it was the same cock as the first one he had encountered. If he was right that meant it wasn’t Doug’s and the second cock in his mouth hadn’t been Roger’s, which had been his guess. So this time it would be fifty-fifty; Roger or Dennis. He didn’t need to endure another whole minute of the familiar cock, but it stayed in his mouth until Doug finished the countdown. Chris was forced to swallow the pre-cum which the cock was leaking into the back of his mouth. He was also beginning to worry about how close Roger, whose penis Chris decided it must be, was to cumming. A few seconds later he found out.
As the big cock slithered back out of his mouth, Chris gasped for breath and had just begun to say, “Roger!!”, when a blast of hot cum shot straight between his open lips. Chris spluttered and tried move his head out of the firing line, but whoever was holding it made sure Chris’s head remained in position for his face to be splattered with spunk.
Chris was understandably mad. He took a deep breath ready to have a go at Roger for emptying his balls over his face when Doug took the wind completely out of his sails. Doug sounded really pleased and congratulated Chris on naming one of the cock’s correctly.
“You did really well, Chris… I’m proud of you… well played, only took you three goes to get one right and you stayed put when Roger spunked up as well!”
Chris was so amazed to be praised for his performance that he hardly liked to point out how he had little choice but to stay put and get drenched in cum since his head was being held so tightly that he couldn’t move.
With spunk running down his face and slithering down his neck, while strings of Roger’s fresh cum dangled from his chin, Chris felt almost pleased with himself after Doug’s praise. Now he found himself keen to get the game finished. True, he still had to guess who the other two cocks belonged to, but he was chuffed that he’d got one right. He was also totally baffled that he’d ever be thinking in those terms, but couldn’t wait to tell his dad, he was so proud of his achievement.
It took Chris another three goes before he finally identified the penises of Dennis and Doug correctly, but not before his head was anointed by the contents of their balls as well.
The blindfold was removed, his hands untied and Chris found himself the centre of attention as he was congratulated by all three of his new friends. His initiation complete, Chris went to the bathroom to clean himself up, but before he got there he met his dad in the hallway.
“Good heavens, what have you been up to, Chris?!” Felix said grinning, asking the question as if it wasn’t perfectly obvious by the slime running down Chris’s face, neck and chest what had been happening.
Chris was thrilled and beaming from ear to ear. He couldn't wait to tell him: “We were playing a game, dad…”
“I can see! Just as well you didn’t put any clothes on after all,” Felix smiled, “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up and then you can give your dad a big hug and tell me all about it.”
Chris was so proud he felt almost fit to burst.
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