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Subject: The Gymnasts’ New Show DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story and contains descriptions of sex between young boys and men. If that offends you, stop reading. If it’s illegal where you live, stop reading. If you can’t differentiate between fantasy and reality, stop reading and get help. If you enjoy this story, or any of the other great stories on Nifty, consider making a donation. Key words: drugs, spanking, humiliation, underwear. Parker sat in the dimly lit booth, letting the music wash over him. He could barely hear it. His teammate Evan was chattering away about the tournament, but Parker couldn’t hear that either. The only thing that mattered to him was the medal sitting cool against his chest. His world centered around it, the weight of it bouncing as he breathed. A grin hadn’t left his face since the winners had been announced. Sure, the medal was only bronze, but it was the first one he’d gotten in the under 12s bracket at gymnastics. “Roberts, you good?” came Coach Walker’s voice, snapping him out of his reverie. “Have a drink, kiddo.” Parker blinked and turned to the coach. The man was in his forties, with graying hair and a hint of stubble that Parker found himself rather drawn to. His pale green eyes were full of concern, and something Parker couldn’t quite put his finger on. He shrugged it off and took the water bottle in one hand, the other still holding his medal. “Thanks,” he beamed. Coach Walker ruffled Parker’s dirty blond hair and chuckled, before handing out bottles to some of the other boys. This was one of his bizarre rules for post-tournament pizza parties: pizza was fine, but any soda was forbidden. Something about looking after their bodies, but Parker was pretty sure Coach was just cheap. “Drink up, boys,” he said once he was finally done handing out the water. Parker did as he was told. He was thirsty enough to gulp it down without complaint before he started to attack a slice of pizza. It was meat feast, with so much grease and cheese that it more than made up for the lack of soda. Every few bites, the coach would remind the boys to stay hydrated. He did this a lot at training, but it was starting to get absurd now. Parker was going to need to pee pretty soon, and peeing in a leotard was about as easy as you’d expect. A few of the other boys looked uncomfortable, but they all obediently drained their water bottles the same as Parker. The evening wore on. Parker crossed his legs, hoping he wouldn’t have to peel down his white leotard to pee, but it was more and more clear that he was going to have to. Something strange was happening to the lights, too. From the corner of his eye, he could swear he saw them move. Like they were dancing. The thought made Parker giggle, and once he’d started he couldn’t stop. “Something funny, Roberts?” asked Coach Walker, putting a hand on Parker’s thigh. His fingers tugged at the bottom of Parker’s red shorts, rubbing his bare skin. It felt good. It felt really good. “No, Coach,” said Parker, but he couldn’t keep his face straight as he said it. What exactly was funny? His eyes were drawn to the wall now. The burgundy d�cor was swimming before him. The patterns changed a little. Was this because he was so tired from the tournament? He clutched the medal around his neck, a grin spreading across his face. The coach’s hand moved even further up Parker’s thigh, until it almost met the bottom of his leotard. Parker knew he should push him away, but it felt better than he could describe. The man’s fingers reached some deep part of him, like they were touching him all over and not just on the leg. Parker sidled closer to the man, feeling his warmth. He practically purred. “Come on now, no time to mess about. You need the bathroom?” Oh, the bathroom! He’d forgotten. “Yeah!” he said, so abruptly that a few of the other boys started to laugh. They seemed to be having similar difficulties to Parker. Across from him, Evan was transfixed by his own hand. Parker moved a little to the side, edging around the circular bench. Coach Walker and Jake both moved to let him pass. As he stood he almost tripped over his own feet on the way to the bathroom, giggling. He really was tired. The under 12 bracket was much harder than the under 10s had been. He managed to find the bathroom, though the diner felt much larger than it had on the way in. Parker was almost in a trance as he opened the door into the bright white light of the bathroom. The walls in here had the same strange shifting patterns as outside. He found himself reminded of the Egyptian hieroglyphics he’d been studying in school that week. The thought didn’t quite make him laugh, but he had a smirk on his face as he tugged down his shorts and pulled his dick out the side of the leotard to pee. Oh, fuck. His body felt ten pounds lighter as he walked over to wash his hands. He gripped the enamel by the sink as though he might float away. As he did, he made eye contact with his reflection in the mirror. His face looked different. There was a wide, Cheshire cat smile that hadn’t gone away since the winners had been announced. Had his hazel eyes always been that hazel? Parker leaned over the sink, water still running, lost in his own eyes. His cheeks seemed strange, too. It was like his face was made up of hundreds of smaller faces, all grinning back at him. The visual was so funny that he had to laugh, a tinkling sound that mixed with the running water like an orchestra reaching their crescendo. If anyone walked in, he must look high. Perhaps he was high. Coach Walker had been awfully insistent that he drink his water. Somewhere at the back of his mind, he knew that he should be scared right now, but it just seemed so fucking funny. “Roberts!” came a voice from outside. “Roberts, I swear to God if you’re jerking off in there…” Parker laughed again and turned off the water, drying his hands on his gymnastic shorts. “Coming!” he called. The idea of jerking off suddenly seemed awfully appealing. Now he didn’t need to pee, his dick felt almost electric. He absent-mindedly rubbed it as he opened the bathroom door to find himself face to face with his coach. “Hey,” he said a little slowly. “Come on, Roberts.” The older man’s voice was kind but firm. “Let’s get you to the van. We’re going to an after-party, remember?” Parker blinked. After-party? Something stirred in his memory. A permission slip he’d begged his mom to sign. A disco in a warehouse with some rich donors. “Yeah!” he exclaimed, snapping back to reality for a moment. It was going to be awesome! “Attaboy,” said the coach, ruffling Parker’s dirty blonde hair. It felt nice, and he almost purred again, but stopped himself. The other diners would think he was some kind of weirdo. “Let’s get going. Everyone else is already strapped in.” Parker followed the coach into the cold October air. They made their way to the coach’s minivan. The other five boys were sitting in the back, which left Parker to sit in the front. Score! He hardly ever got to sit in the front. A wide grin on his face, he clambered up to sit down and buckle himself in. The coach got into the driver’s seat and started the van. Behind him, Parker heard giggling and noticed the other boys pushing and jostling each other. Not all that weird usually: on the way there the coach had stopped the car to have Parker move away from Jake because they wouldn’t stop their tickle fight. This seemed different, though. The other boys had far-off looks on their faces as they looked out the windows to watch the world go by. The colors of the passing cars were brighter than normal somehow, like everyone had gotten a neon paint job while they’d been eating. Parker wasn’t sure how long the drive took. They were flying through the streets, passing through a blur of light and color like something out of a Tron movie. It couldn’t have been long, but time seemed to stretch and twist in on itself. Every time Parker looked at the clock on the dashboard, only a minute had passed. The thirty minute drive to the warehouse felt like an eternity. Eventually, they arrived. It was in the middle of a run-down industrial area. The warehouse looked like it hadn’t been used in months before today. A lot of cars were parked outside, and Parker could hear music pumping in the background. The bass thundered through him, matching his heartbeat. He stumbled from the car and followed the rest of the team inside through what looked like a side entrance. The six of them � seven, including Coach Walker � crowded into what looked like an employee break room. Inside, the pumping music was almost overwhelming. There were two couches. Parker joined Evan and Cole in diving onto one of them, the three boys giggling. Sandwiched between his two buddies, Parker felt a strange thrill as their bare thighs rubbed against his own. There was plenty of room on the couch to spread out, but none of them seemed to want to. “Now, boys,” said Coach Walker, standing in the center of the small room. Across from him, Parker saw Jake, Spencer and Joel snuggling on the other couch. “It’s important that you’re on your best behavior today. We have some very important donors here, and I want you to show them what you can do. We’ve got some cute outfits for you to try. I want you to show off those bodies tonight.” Parker blinked and turned to Evan. The other boy had the same shit-eating smirk Parker had been wearing all day, and his eyes looked a little too large for the rest of his face. They seemed to dance in and out of focus. If Evan thought it was weird to be told he was going to show off his body, he didn’t look it. Well, if Evan wasn’t scared, neither was Parker. “I’d like you all to take one of these pills. The music is a little loud, I don’t want you getting headaches.” He walked around the room handing each boy a little blue pill and another bottle of water. They didn’t look like any painkillers Parker had seen before, but Evan and Cole both took theirs with a swig of water, so Parker took his too. “Good boys. Jake, take your pill. That’s it.” He checked in all of their mouths to make sure they’d taken their pills. “Now, be good. I’m going to fetch your first lot of outfits.” He left the room, leaving the boys to their own devices for a while. Parker turned to Evan, grinning. The other boy’s curly brown hair fascinated him. Since the tournament, the curls were a little tighter than usual. In the dim light, there were far more of them than there should be, giving his face an odd, bushy look. Parker’s eyes kept slipping over them, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Evan was staring back, equally entranced by Parker. The two of them looked at each other for what felt like hours. Eventually, Coach Walker returned carrying a small box. He handed Jake, Spencer and Joel a little ball of fabric and then turned to Parker’s couch. As the coach gave each of them the fabric � which, Parker realized with dawning horror, was his outfit � Jake burst out laughing. Once Parker got his own outfit, he understood why. The “outfit” consisted entirely of a pair of thin camouflage briefs. Parker’s were the standard green. From the corner of his eye he could see that Evan’s were orange, and Cole’s were red. None of the boys knew what to make of this. Parker glanced across at Evan to gauge his reaction. He was biting his lip, staring down at the underwear in confusion. “We’re all guys here,” said the coach, who didn’t seem bothered at the boys’ reactions. “Fold your clothes up on the couches when you’re done, and you can go out on stage.” On stage? Parker bristled at the thought. Changing with the team wasn’t so bad, but he had to get on stage? A room full of strange men � and in his mind, they were all men � were going to watch him and his buddies dancing around wearing these? “Remember, boys, there’s no room on the team for gymnasts who can’t do as they’re told.” Coach Walker turned to Parker, eyes narrowing slightly. “We don’t want your first medal to be your last do we, Roberts?” The bronze medal sat heavy against Parker’s chest, contrasting with the white of his leotard. With a gulp, Parker stood up and placed the medal down on the couch. “Yes, Coach,” he said. Following his lead, Cole and Evan stood up too, tugging off their shorts and folding them on the sofa. Parker kicked off his sneakers and slipped his shorts off too. As he did, he noticed he was starting to stiffen up inside his leotard. Fuck. He paused, glancing around at the others. Nobody had stripped off completely yet. Cole had a sheepish smile on his face, his normally pale cheeks a faint pink in the dim light. He had his hands over his crotch casually, as though he were a soccer player waiting for a penalty. “Cole, put your outfit on,” barked Coach Walker in the voice he reserved for intense workouts. “And maybe you can have this back.” He pushed past Parker to grab hold of Cole’s silver medal, snatching it away and stuffing it into his pocket. Cole looked like he’d just been hit. He immediately started to pull the top half of his leotard down, turning to face the couch as he stepped out of it entirely. Parker got a glimpse of his erection and felt a thrill as his own little boner twitched at the sight. It was big! Far bigger than Cole’s skinny frame suggested. It even had a few hints of hair at the base, though that could just be the lighting. He didn’t want to stare too much, though. Not when he was about to strip off as well. With a deep breath, Parker joined Cole in stripping off. He pulled the underwear on as quickly as he could. “Nice ass, Roberts. Shake it for me.” Coach Walker’s hand came down on his bare butt, patting it the way he sometimes did at practice. Every eye in the room turned to look at Parker. Most boys were in some stage of undress, their willies on full display, but none of them seemed to care. Jake giggled nervously, tugging up his underwear � which were a bright pink camouflage pattern � and adjusting his dick inside it. Parker felt his face flush. “What?” he said, unable to keep his face straight. Jake’s laughter was infectious; why was this so funny? “Shake your ass, Roberts. C’mon, this is what you’ll be doing on stage.” Parker wriggled his hips, feeling his boner flop from side to side. He saw Cole staring at it. It was a little weird, but he’d been staring at Cole’s. Fair’s fair, right? “Good boy.” The coach gave his ass a little pat. Parker shivered as he felt the man’s large hand caressing him. It was wrong; he knew that, but it made his boner pulsate in a way it never had before. He was almost painfully hard as he pulled his camo briefs all the way on. They were awfully thin, he noticed, and tight enough that he could feel his cheeks hanging out of them. They were far tighter than the Hanes boxer-briefs he usually wore, that was for sure. His boner pointed straight up at his tummy, straining against the thin material and twitching with every movement he made. “Socks off too. Some of our friends like to see little boys’ feet.” Jake laughed so hard that he could barely keep himself straight up. He bent down low, tears in eyes as he tugged off his socks. Parker smiled, but didn’t laugh out loud. Ever since Coach Walker had grabbed his butt he’d felt something strange and electric in the pit of his stomach. It was a little like when he humped his pillow in bed, but deeper than that. It pulsed through his whole body, not just his dick. All the same, Parker pulled off his ankle socks and balled them up inside his sneakers. The other boys did too, with varying degrees of reluctance. Jake struggled to catch his breath long enough to remove his, but Spencer glared up at Coach Walker as he took his socks off. Parker could see why Spencer wasn’t happy: his briefs were a pale lilac that contrasted with his slicked-up brown hair. At least Parker had gotten a manly color. From his vantage point on the couch, Parker could see that every single one of the boys had a boner. That was kinda weird. The only one he’d seen hard before was Evan, and that was at a sleepover a few months back. He’d always assumed he was a freak for looking around in the locker rooms. Were they all freaks too? The realization made his smile widen. Jake � who’d managed to stop laughing for a moment � caught his eye and began another fit of the giggles. “Now, boys, when you go out on stage I want you to walk in a single file line. Think of this like a fashion show.” He ruffled Jake’s short blonde hair and grinned. Parker found himself unable to look away from the man. How were Coach Walker’s teeth so white? “Walk slow, and move your hips about. Shake those asses just like young Mr. Roberts here did.” He nodded to Parker, who blushed and tried to look as though he hadn’t been staring at his coach. “Yes, Coach,” the boys chorused. At training, they sometimes worked on saying it in unison. Now, though, that proved difficult. Jake was still fighting his laughing fit, and Spencer spoke so quietly that Parker wasn’t sure he’d said anything at all. “Are you ready to show these guys what you’ve got?” “Yes, Coach!” This time the boys managed a little better. With that, Coach Walker led them down a dark corridor, the music getting louder and louder the closer they got to wherever it was they were going. Before Parker knew what to think, they were approaching the stage. Parker didn’t know what he was expecting from a warehouse party, but it wasn’t this. They were in a large, open room that looked like someone had emptied out a small Walmart. If the music had been loud before, now it was almost deafening. The room was almost entirely full of men. He’d been right: as much as he looked for them, there were no women here. His boner throbbed at this realization. Being dressed like this in front of girls would just be weird. As much as they were looking at the men, the men were looking back far more. Parker could see why. In front of him, Jake’s ass swayed from side to side as he walked, the pink material of his briefs clinging so tightly to his tanned cheeks that it was in danger of disappearing up the middle. Parker figured his must be doing the same thing. Before he could react, a hand reached out and groped him. He yelped out in surprise. This was different than his coach touching him. This was a complete stranger grabbing him in the swimsuit area and nobody said anything. It didn’t deplete his boner. If anything, it made it even harder. This room full of men wanted him so badly they would just reach out and grope him. Parker wanted to turn and tell Evan this, but the six of them were ushered up onto the stage before he could figure out how to say it. “You’ll walk along the stage one at a time,” came Coach Walker’s voice just behind Parker, barely audible over the music. “Strut your stuff. Show them why you’re the best gymnasts around. Roberts, you first.” He gave Parker a hard slap on the ass. Parker jumped a little and saw some of the audience laugh. He grinned in response. They liked him! Breathing fast and shallow, Parker took a few tentative steps forwards on the makeshift stage. His insides swirled as he felt the audience watching him. This was just like at the tournament when he’d done his routine on the mat. Just… sexier. He made his way to the end of the walkway and kicked his leg up to demonstrate his flexibility. The crowd seemed to like this. A camera flashed somewhere. Fuck yeah! This felt like when he was little and pretended to be a model with his sister. Just, well… sexier. He twirled a little, emboldened by the response. Nobody was booing him, at any rate. As he walked, he felt the green briefs clinging to his butt, and put a hand down to adjust them. The camera flashed again. He laughed out loud. As he reached the end of the catwalk, he turned so his butt was facing the crowd and bent down low in a stretch. He was still limbered up from the tournament, so he was able to touch the ground with ease. Through his legs, he saw even more cameras flashing. A few seconds more of this, and he stood up and sauntered back to the other boys. Evan was staring unabashedly at Parker’s erection, one hand covering his own. Parker nodded at his friend, stepping back in line with the others. Coach Walker said something into Evan’s ear that was drowned out by the music, and with a slap on the ass, sent him onto the catwalk. The brunette pranced in much the same way Parker had done. His curls bounced as he walked, his smile a little too wide. Next to Parker, Jake was still fighting off a fit of giggles kayseri escort as Evan bent low the same way Parker had done, and then smacked his own ass in time with the music. The crowd went apeshit at this. It sent shivers all through Parker’s body, that same thrill he’d felt when his coach touched his ass. A hand groped his throbbing dick. It took him a moment to realize it was his own. “No,” came the coach’s voice in his ear as Evan returned. “Let everyone see your cute little dickie.” Parker gulped. His dick wasn’t that little. At 3.5 inches it was the same size as Evan’s, give or take. He looked to Evan � who was now returning from his adventure on the catwalk, face flushed with excitement � and glanced down at the boy’s boner. It looked so good throbbing inside his orange briefs, tenting the front out as though it wanted to point right out in front of him. There was a new feeling running through Parker. He wanted Evan, but that wasn’t quite new. He wanted to hug him, to feel their bodies rubbing together, to- Evan reached out a hand to grab Parker’s, squeezing it gently. It was comforting against the din of the warehouse. Now Evan was done, it was Spencer’s turn. He stumbled forward as the coach slapped his ass. Parker didn’t think he wanted to be there. He couldn’t understand why. All these men wanted to look at him. Parker understood that part; Spencer was a little short for his age but well-built. His years of gymnastic training had given him quite the body. As he made his way forward, he kept one hand over his boner, which twitched under the lilac print of his briefs. The crowd seemed nastier than they had been with Parker and Evan. Over the music Parker heard jeers and taunts. He just about made out someone telling Spencer to “take it off!” but he couldn’t be sure. Spencer didn’t stay on the stage long, and he didn’t put on nearly as good of a show as the other boys had done. He did a quick twirl and then scampered back to the group, face red and eyes shining with tears. Coach Walker bent down low to whisper something in Spencer’s ear, and his face went from red to white. Parker gulped and squeezed Evan’s hand a little tighter. Next up came Jake. The expression on Spencer’s face did nothing to calm his laughing, and so he strode forwards grinning like a lunatic. His bright pink briefs matched his face pretty well, though he didn’t seem nearly as embarrassed as Spencer had been. Parker couldn’t help but stare at the way Jake’s butt was practically bursting out of his underwear. Damn, he thought. He thicc. This thought brought his own laughing fit on, but he choked it back and did his best to look professional. These men were here as donors to the club, after all, he should make sure they only saw the best side of him. Jake twirled the same way some of the other boys had done, slapping his own ass and bending over a little. The crowd was back to cheering as he swaggered back along the catwalk, hands on hips as he swayed. He met Parker’s eyes and grinned. He had a slightly vacant look on his face, like he was staring right through Parker at the wall behind him. Cole went next. He wasn’t nearly as confident as Jake. As he walked he hunched his shoulders over as though he could shrink himself. His long skinny legs moved quickly, doing a little twirl and hurrying back to the group. Coach Walker shook his head at the boy, but didn’t say anything. Joel was up last, the yellow fabric of his briefs clinging to his skin. Where Jake was well-built and muscular, Joel was a little soft. Most of his body fat was concentrated in his butt and thighs, a fact that the crowd seemed to enjoy. Their shouts reached a crescendo, mixing in with the music and rumbling through Parker’s body. The feel of Evan’s hand in his own was his anchor, the only thing he could trust. As Joel sauntered back to the group, Evan squeezed back hard. Perhaps he felt the same way right now. “Back to the dressing room,” came Coach Walker’s voice in the background. “Come on, don’t make your fans wait.” Parker kept hold of Evan’s hand as the six of them walked back through the crowd toward the little staff room they were using to change. In front of them, Coach Walker kept a firm grip on Spencer’s shoulders. Parker’s erection twitched with every step. He could practically feel the men’s eyes boring into his skin, exploring every inch of his lithe body. It should feel wrong � and it did, kind of � but it felt so good. This huge group of people all wanted them. Wanted him. He shuddered as they entered the small room. He and Evan made to sit on the couch, but the coach held up his hand to stop them. “Strip. I’ll get your next costumes, but I want to talk to you all first.” One of his large hands was still gripping Spencer’s shoulder so tightly that it was turning white. He looked around at the boys, as if wondering who would be the first one to undress. To Parker’s surprise, it was Spencer. With trembling hands, he tugged down his purple briefs. Coach Walker loosened his grip just long enough for the boy to bend down and step out of his undies. Once he was fully nude, he gripped him tight again and leaned in close to his ear. “Good boy,” he murmured. Spencer shuddered and kept his hands by his side as though fighting the urge to cover himself. Now Spencer had undressed, the other boys started to disrobe too. Parker knew he should keep his eyes to himself, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to know what his buddies had going on down there. Spencer’s was a little on the small side, but looked a lot like Parker’s own, with a pair of small balls that hugged tight to his body like they were trying to curl up away from the attention. Cole’s was big. He held his briefs close to it, just in case he wanted to cover up. Coach Walker’s glare was enough to keep him from covering it entirely. Not that Parker thought he could: it must have been five inches at least, and significantly thicker than Parker’s own little dicklet. He was also the only one on the team to have any hair. Parker couldn’t help drooling a little at the sight. “Roberts,” warned the coach, in a harsher voice than he’d heard the man use before at training. “Do you want to stay on the team?” “Yes, Coach!” yelped Parker, snapping back to the moment and tugging down his undies. His boner sprang free, pointing right up at the ceiling. From the corner of his eye he could see Evan staring. He looked down at his buddy’s dick and grinned. The two of them were about the same size: around 3.5 inches, according to the tape measure at their last sleepover. Evan’s was the tiniest bit chubbier than Parker’s, though not by much. Across the room, Jake was holding his own dick next to Joel’s. Jake’s was longer by a little, a fact he seemed very pleased about indeed. Jake’s dick had a weird roll of skin over it. Parker knew some boys’ dicks were like that but he’d never seen one before. It looked kinda weird. He couldn’t help wanting to touch it. “Boys,” said Coach Walker. Everyone snapped to attention. Parker noticed the others had been sizing each other up as well, and felt his dick give a little twitch. He liked that they’d been looking. “Mr. Morgan here doesn’t like doing as he’s told. Isn’t that right, Spencer?” Spencer nodded, trembling slightly. Despite his obvious fear, his dick was pointing straight out in front of him, throbbing with his heartbeat. “He’s graciously agreed to help me show you what’s going to happen to naughty boys tonight. Haven’t you?” The man sat down and moved to grip Spencer’s upper arm instead of his shoulder, tugging him over his lap. “Yes, Coach!” yelped Spencer, falling face-first into the couch. He put a hand out to steady himself, but the coach grabbed them both and pulled them behind Spencer’s back, pinning him in place. “Raise your hand if you’ve been spanked before.” Parker looked around. Joel and Cole both raised their hands, but no-one else. “And you, Morgan?” he asked, pulling Spencer’s hands a little higher up his back. It looked very uncomfortable. Why was Parker still so hard? Across the room, he saw Jake actually jerking himself off. “No, Coach,” whined Spencer, wriggling around to try to lessen the pain in his shoulders. “Good.” With that, the coach slapped Spencer’s ass hard. The slaps rang out loud over the thud of the music, reverberating around Parker’s mind. Without realizing it, he brought his hand down to rub his own boner too. Evan gave him a weird look, but he paid it no mind. Somewhere deep down he was jealous of Spencer right now, even as the brunette yelped and writhed in pain. Minutes later � or hours? � the coach finished, and pulled Spencer roughly to his feet. His bubble butt was covered in bright red hand prints. He’d been sniveling before, but his eyes were now pink and full of tears. “Enjoying the show, Hill?” asked the coach, staring directly at Jake, whose hand was still wrapped around his boner. The poor boy looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Uh… no, Coach?” he asked. For the first time that evening, he wasn’t laughing. Parker quickly moved his own hand back to his side. “Hm.” Coach Walker turned back to Spencer, gripping his forearm. “If you want to stay on the team, you’ll do exactly as you’re told. If I have to spank you again � or any of you,” he added, turning to the room at large, “then that’s what I’ll do. Understood?” “Yes, Coach,” the boys echoed together. “Good boys.” Coach Walker gave Spencer one last slap to the ass and left the room. The silence was deafening. Spencer kept his gaze on the ground, not daring to look around. Joel was the first to speak. “You good?” he asked. The look of concern on his face was undercut somewhat by his rock hard boner. Though now Parker looked, Spencer’s dick hadn’t gone down either. Spencer didn’t look up. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and gave a noncommittal grunt. “Mm.” Parker bit his lip. He should really say something. Spencer was cool, the two of them hung out sometimes on weekends. “Sorry, dude,” was all he could think of. Spencer just shrugged. He was now rubbing his ass, blinking back tears. The others crowded around, but before anyone else could comfort Spencer, the coach returned with another box. This one was larger. Parker felt a weird sense of disappointment. Would they be wearing full outfits this time? Wait… why was that disappointing? Parker’s fears were allayed as Coach Walker handed out more underwear for them. When Parker got his, he saw that it wasn’t underwear at all, but tiny swimwear, the kind professional divers wore. This was a little different in that it was covered in pictures of Spider-man swinging around New York. It didn’t seem too bad. He tugged at it, feeling its elasticity. This would be a tight fit indeed. Next to him, Evan was struggling with a speedo that bore the Fortnite logo across the butt and a loot llama on the front. “I’m cracked at Fortnite my guy,” he said, affecting an even higher voice than normal as he tugged them all the way up. Emboldened by the coach’s display with Spencer, Parker reached out and smacked Evan’s ass. His insides sung as his hand made contact with the other boy’s ass, the slap echoing through the room. “Ow!” he said, rubbing his butt and grinning. His curls bounced as he shook his head from side to side. Evan reached out and slapped Parker’s butt as he was stumbling into his Spidey speedo. It was even smaller than the camo briefs had been, hobbling him as soon as he got it past his knees. Parker tripped and landed over the couch. Evan jumped on top of him and started humping him while he finished putting his speedo on. “Dude!” he almost managed to say once he was done. He couldn’t remember laughing this hard before. “Dude, stop!” Evan gave a few more thrusts. Parker could feel the other boy’s dick pressing against his ass, separated by two thin layers of spandex. Even after he stopped humping, he kept his body pressed against Parker’s. Parker knew he could stand up, but he didn’t want to. Evan’s body felt so warm and soft against him. Instead of pulling away, Parker moved so that he was bent over the arm of the couch. One arm propped his body up, the other reached back to stroke his friend’s upper thigh. Coach Walker didn’t seem to think anything was amiss. “This time, you’ll be performing in pairs. Roberts, you’ll be with Cooper.” On top of him, Parker felt Evan doing a fist pump. “Morgan, you’re with Hill.” Spencer cast a nervous glance at Jake, who was watching Evan and Parker with envy in his eyes. “That leaves Davis and Sanders.” Joel looked much happier about this than Cole, who was still struggling to fit a Power Rangers speedo over his erection. No matter how hard he tugged, the tip was poking out. “Morgan, I know you don’t like being so exposed, so I brought a little extra for you to wear.” Spencer perked up. “Thank you, Co-” he started to say, but his face fell as soon as he saw his extra “clothing.” It was a black leather collar and a leash. Parker bit his lip to keep a laugh down. He felt Evan tighten his grip on him, apparently trying the same. The thought of Spencer wearing his little Paw Patrol speedo and crawling like a dog was hilarious. Jake had no such reservations, letting out a sharp laugh that he quickly turned into a cough when Spencer glared at him. “Is there a problem?” asked Coach Walker, holding the collar open ready to put onto Spencer. Once again, the room went deathly quiet. A small part of Parker � mostly the part that was throbbing inside his speedo � wanted Spencer to say yes. He wanted to watch the other boy get spanked again. “No,” sighed Spencer eventually, bowing his head and allowing the coach to attach the collar. “Good boy. Now, get on your hands and knees. If I see you standing before I say you can, you’re off the team. No second chances. Got it?” “Yes, Coach.” Spencer did as he was told, looking pitifully around the room for someone to help him. Nobody did. Least of all Jake, who took the leash with glee and tugged on it. Spencer yelped and crawled towards Jake. The coach went over towards Joel and Cole, putting an arm around each of them and murmuring something to them. Jake took the chance to walk over to Parker and Evan, sitting down by them. Evan was humping Parker again gently. This time, he didn’t ask him to stop, instead pressing his ass back against his friend’s dick. What was going through Parker’s mind? Why didn’t he care that Jake was watching? Spencer had crawled over to them too. From his vantage point against the arm of the couch, Parker saw Jake put a hand on Evan’s butt. He stopped humping for a second, then started again. It was more vigorous now. “This is so cool,” said Jake to the boys, grinning. “I didn’t know you guys were gay too.” He was rubbing his boner again, making little circles on the front of his Superman speedo. His butt was spilling out of it at the side, a pale cheek almost entirely visible against the couch. Parker did a double-take. Was this gay? Was he gay? “Hey, I like girls too!” protested Evan. Jake just laughed. “Sure thing, buddy,” said Jake, patting Evan’s butt in a patronizing way, the way he might with a toddler. His hand lingered a little too long, fingers gripping the curly-haired boy’s flesh. Parker wasn’t sure what to think. He and Evan talked about girls sometimes. They’d even looked at pictures of them at their sleepover, before they got distracted with each other. Parker, though… he didn’t like them. Not the way he liked Evan, or Jake, or- hell, the way he liked all the boys on his gym team. Even Coach Walker was pretty hot. Did that make him gay? He wanted to say something but he was lost for words. Thankfully, Coach Walker chose that moment to usher Jake and Spencer away to talk to them. “Am I gay?” he said quietly, more to himself than to Evan. “I guess?” said Evan, still rubbing himself against Parker’s butt. “I mean we did kinda-” but he didn’t finish his sentence. He didn’t have to. “Yeah,” said Parker, relaxing into his friend’s embrace. This felt good. That was all he needed to know right now. “Boys!” came Coach Walker’s voice across the room, echoing like a whip. “Stop that.” “Sorry, Coach!” said Parker and Evan in unison. Evan shifted off Parker and the two of them moved around so they were sitting side by side. “Why’d he make us stop?” whined Evan. He gave Parker a guilty look, eyes darting down to watch Spider-man twitch around over Parker’s boner. “That felt good.” “Yeah,” agreed Parker. His heart fluttered as he looked up at Evan’s face. His curls had settled down since before. Now that he thought about it, everything had settled down. Whatever spell or drug the coach had used on them was fading. Still though, he was finding it hard to put words to what he was feeling. He’d always liked Evan. Talking to him, playing with him, looking at him… but now he liked him a whole lot more. Coach Walker came over to their couch and scooted Evan over so he could sit in the middle, one arm around each boy. “You boys are going to be up first,” he explained. Parker leaned into the hug, enjoying the feeling of the coach’s shirt against his bare skin. Shivers ran up and down his back, though it was perfectly warm. “You’ll walk out on stage holding hands, and then you’ll kiss.” Evan giggled, but didn’t protest. “Do whatever comes naturally. Touch each other, put your hands on each other’s butts.” As he said this, he reached down and cupped Parker’s ass through his speedo. From the gasp Evan made, it sounded like he’d done the same to him. “If you’re feeling daring, touch each other’s dickies.” He reached around each boy to grab their boner. Parker moaned at the feeling, spreading his legs to give the coach better access, but he didn’t touch for long. “You’ll stay up on stage for one song, and then someone else will take over. Got it?” “Yes, Coach!” said Parker, a little too eagerly. “Cooper?” There was a light slap. The coach had spanked Evan. “Ow! Yes, Coach.” Parker could hear the grin in Evan’s voice without even looking at him. “Good boys. Now, up we get. Make me proud, guys.” With that, the coach stood up and led the six of them to the door, ready to go for another round. This time, Parker was ready for the roar that greeted them as they entered the warehouse proper. The crowd seemed louder now. Perhaps they’d been drinking. His parents got like this sometimes when they had friends over late at night. Not to this extent, though, and they never paid him this much attention. Hands grabbed and slapped at him as he passed, pinching his speedo as they tried to remove it. He and Evan walked hand-in-hand to the stage. Behind them, Spencer was struggling: Jake kept tugging at his leash, and the drunk strangers smacked his sore butt as hard as they could. Gymnastics must have meant a whole lot to him, because he stayed on his hands and knees as ordered. Once they were lined up on stage again, the music slowed, and an upbeat techno song started to play. Coach Walker gave each of them a gentle push on the back and they made their way onto the catwalk. They strode out, walking in time with the music as everyone cheered. They were cheering for him! The song got louder and louder, a strange feeling rising in Parker with every step. When they got to the front, they turned and faced each other. Evan was so close. His breath was hot and sweet against Parker’s face, their noses almost touching. Parker leaned in. They pecked each other’s lips and then pulled away, both giggling. The crowd didn’t seem to like this. Even over the loud music, Parker could hear the boos. What had he done wrong? Did they not like him? “We gotta use tongue,” whispered Evan. He didn’t look sad at the prospect. If anything, he was smiling even wider now. “Okay,” mouthed Parker, gulping. He took a deep breath and leaned in for a second kiss. This time, he stayed in place a little longer, hugging the other boy tight. Their chests pressed together. He could feel their breathing sync up as they pushed their mouths against one another. Evan’s tongue flickered out of his mouth and into Parker’s. Parker pressed his tongue against the other boy’s, letting his hands move down Evan’s back. Evan’s did the same, until they were gripping each other’s butts. The jeers stopped. Parker relaxed. They liked him again! He opened his mouth wider, moaning as Evan pinched his butt. One hand slipped inside the Spider-man speedo to rub his bare cheek. This was far more than they’d done together at the sleepover. And people were keçiören escort watching! Time stood still as they touched each other. Parker felt dizzy; there was a bright light shining directly on them now. He knew how to make the crowd even happier. Reluctantly, Parker let go of Evan’s ass. One hand held onto his back, the other moved around the front to rub his boner through the front of his speedo. The curly-haired boy gasped in surprise, but didn’t stop kissing. Parker could feel him smile as he rubbed the front of the speedo up and down. He’d been right: this made the crowd very happy indeed. Evan did the same, slipping his hand back out of Parker’s speedo and rubbing his dick. It felt as good as it had when the coach had done it. Better, even, because he wasn’t stopping the way Coach Walker had done. “Fuck,” he moaned into his best friend’s mouth. “Fuck,” agreed Evan, giggling. Parker heard the music reach a crescendo. He slid inside Evan’s speedo to pull his dick out. “I love you,” he mumbled around Evan’s tongue as his fingers wrapped around the other boy’s boner. A little dramatic, but he’d blurted it out before he could stop himself. Evan didn’t reply. For a moment he was stock still, not even moving his mouth. Fuck. Had Parker said the wrong thing? Then he fished Parker’s dick out of his speedo as well. “Mmmph,” he moaned, kissing Parker even harder. The crowd started to whoop and holler, but it felt like it was coming from another room. Too soon, the music started to slow. The boys untangled themselves from each other and made their way back to the rest of the group. “Good boys,” said Coach Walker, giving each boy a hug in turn. Next up were Jake and Spencer. Jake strode out onto the stage, chest puffed out as he pulled Spencer’s leash. The Superman logo was stretched out over his butt, each cheek clearly defined under the red and blue material of his speedo. Good thing Evan was still holding his hand, or he’d have started jerking off for sure. Spencer’s butt jiggled as he tried to keep pace with Jake. Some little dog from Paw Patrol � Parker was far too mature to watch that show � grinned back at him as Spencer crawled. The two of them walked up and down the catwalk a few times, keeping pace with a bawdy jig playing from the speakers. During a lull in the music, Jake stopped at the end of the catwalk. “Heel!” he said in a loud voice that carried out over the crowd. Laughter filled the room. “Good boy. Sit!” Spencer got up on his haunches in a poor impression of a dog sitting. “Roll over!” Spencer rolled. As he did, the leash got wrapped around his shoulders, eliciting another laugh from the crowd. Parker caught a glimpse at his face as he untangled himself: he was utterly mortified, staring at the audience like they were a pack of hungry wolves about to devour him. “Give him a treat!” came a voice from the front of the crowd. “Hmmmmm,” said Jake, adopting an exaggerated thinking pose, hand resting on his chin. “I don’t have any treats.” His voice carried surprisingly far. “Your dick!” Another man spoke this time, the words slurred around copious amounts of alcohol. Jake looked down at Spencer and grinned. “Beg.” Parker didn’t think Spencer would. It would suck not having him around at training any more, but if he didn’t have what it took to be a gymnast… “Please.” Spencer’s voice didn’t carry nearly as well as Jake’s had. Parker could only just hear him. “Please, Master.” He lifted his arms into a puppy dog begging position, fingers curled to mimic paws. “Will you be good?” Jake kept hold of the leash with one hand, putting the other just inside his speedo. It came down at the back, Jake’s perfectly round left cheek coming into full view. “Yes! I promise.” Spencer practically shouted this, much to the amusement of the audience. “Open wide.” Jake wrapped the leash around his hand, pulling it taut to force Spencer up as high as he could get on his knees. His face was just about level with the blonde’s crotch. In the same movement, Jake pulled his speedo down his thighs, revealing his hairless goodies to the men in the crowd. Cameras flashed, but Jake kept his head high, clearly enjoying the attention. He turned to the side to give everyone the best view of his dick slowly entering Spencer’s mouth. The poor doggy screwed up his eyes as he took it in, but he did as he was told. The music started to build again now that there was no more talking. Jake kept one hand on the leash and put the other in Spencer’s hair, messing it up as he pushed his dick all the way inside. Parker knew Jake took acting lessons, but even he was surprised how well he handled this. Surely he didn’t do this in his performance of Oliver Twist? Parker glanced across at the other boys, who were all enraptured by the display. Cole was rubbing his dick through his speedo, the tip poking all the way out now. A few minutes later, the music faded again and Jake took his dick out of Spencer’s mouth. “Who’s a good doggy?” “Arrf!” mumbled Spencer. His voice was back to being quiet again. “That’s right.” Jake ruffled Spencer’s hair one final time and led him back along the catwalk to the rest of the group. As Spencer crawled, he tried to fix his brown hair, but Jake’s insistent tugging of the leash kept him scrambling forward. Cole and Joel were last up. Cole made to stuff himself back into his speedo but the coach slapped his hand away, leaving a few inches of his head poking out of the waistband. Joel’s speedo fit fine at the front, but as he walked forwards with Cole, Parker could tell the Pokeball design was stretched far too thin. It might even tear. They made a weird pair: Cole, tall and skinny, Joel, short and soft. Despite his height, Cole kept his head down. His black hair was only a little higher than Joel’s blonde hair. The music got louder. Far louder than it had been when any of the others had been on stage. The two boys squared off at the end of the catwalk, pacing around each other. As soon as the vocals started, Joel pounced. He football tackled Cole, pushing the taller boy down to the ground, kneeling on top of his chest. Cole scrambled for grip on Joel and dug his hands into his sides, tickling him. Joel gave a loud squeal of laughter, just distracted enough for Cole to get the upper hand. He wormed his way out from under Joel and got him in a headlock. Neither boy could quite stand. They pushed and groped at each other, grabbing at the flimsy speedos for purchase. Cole’s dick had come out completely. He paused for a moment to stuff it back in. Joel took his chance to pull away and regroup, but Cole tugged the Pokemon speedo up hard, giving the boy a wedgie. “Owww!” he exclaimed, only just audible over the music. Cole wasn’t done: he gave each cheek a firm slap, making them ripple around the speedo. Without missing a beat, he pinned Joel down against the floor. Someone in the audience was taking so many pictures it looked like a strobe light. Joel flopped around limply, but the bigger boy was just too strong for him. Not long after Cole had won, the music began to die down and the boys got to their feet. They each bowed low to the crowd, and walked back to the group. Everyone was grinning � except for Spencer, who had his head hung low to the ground. Coach Walker waved on stage a few times before leading the boys back to the side room to wonder what the hell they were going to have to do next. Once in the side room, the coach collected their speedos. Spencer stayed on his hands and knees, but the rest of the boys stood around. They looked at each other nervously, but a barrier seemed to have been broken. They’d touched each other in ways none of them could have imagined that morning. “How’d it feel?” Parker found himself asking Jake, who was still holding Spencer’s leash. “When he, y’know…” “So good.” Jake jerked himself off with his free hand. The weird folds of skin around his head moved up and down so that his pink glans winked at Parker with each tug. Parker wrapped a hand around his own tool, drooling as he stared at Jake’s. “You wanna touch it?” asked Jake. Parker blinked. How the fuck was Jake so casual about all this? “Uh…” he started, but Coach Walker chose that moment to interrupt with another set of clothing. “Later?” he said quickly, before turning to face the coach. “This time is gonna be a little different, boys,” said the man, reaching into a box and pulling out the smallest strap of fabric Parker had seen so far. “Roberts, this is yours.” Parker took it and held it up to the light. The underwear was a deep, royal blue, but there wasn’t much of it at all. As Parker examined it he saw a very thin strip of fabric at the back, with a little pouch at the front to hold his junk. He opened his mouth to say something, but the coach was already moving away to give Cole something equally skimpy. With trembling hands, Parker stepped into the thong and pulled it up his legs. The front was stretchy enough to just about hold his boner, but the strap at the back applied constant pressure to his asshole. It felt… good. By the time he’d gotten the thong on, the rest of the boys had their “outfits” and were pulling them on. None of the others had a thong quite like Parker’s. Evan had a pair of small white briefs that were a little see-through; Parker could see every detail of his cock and balls through them. Joel was wearing a jock strap that featured the American flag on the front. He was looking down, examining how it made his butt look. The effect was great: none of the underwear Joel had worn so far did his ass justice, but these sure came close. For a moment, Parker thought Jake had been given a pair of regular, rainbow-patterned briefs. That was a little disappointing: someone so confident should have been given something to really show him off. Then Jake turned around and he saw a large hole at the back, showing off his pert bubble butt. “See something you like?” said the blonde boy as he caught Parker checking him out. Parker grinned and nodded, before continuing his scan of the room. Cole and Spencer were still struggling with their outfits. Cole’s was a thong like Parker’s, but the front was just a long tube. His dick was fully visible in it, sticking out in front of him. The lanky boy was poking at it, trying to get it to deflate a little. Parker didn’t know why; everyone had already seen his dick. Spencer’s difficulties were more logistical. He had a pair of Scooby-Doo underoos that looked fairly standard. He’d gotten them over his shins, but couldn’t quite get them up his thighs without standing up and being kicked from the team. His ass was still a bright shade of red as it swayed from side to side with the effort of pulling his undies up. Eventually, Jake took pity on him and pulled the underoos all the way up. They must have been several sizes too small, because Parker could see each thread as the material tried to conform to Spencer’s round, red ass. “Thanks,” mumbled Spencer, crawling away from Jake. Perhaps he was worried the blonde boy would make him suck his cock again. “You’re not going up on stage again,” said Coach Walker. Parker felt his face fall, but he didn’t say anything. Spencer’s red ass was enough of a reminder to behave, as much as Parker wanted the same treatment. “Our more esteemed guests are going to stick around for a while. Your job will be to serve drinks, and keep them… entertained.” The coach was definitely smirking as he said that last word. “Morgan,” he added, turning to Spencer. “You won’t be serving drinks. You’ll be staying on your hands and knees, got it?” “Yes, Coach,” he said with a sigh, hanging his head. The leash was removed � Jake looked a little disappointed at this � but the collar remained. “You’ll let our guests pet you and touch you anywhere they want.” Coach Walker turned to the rest of the boys. “That goes for all of you. If I hear you’ve caused anyone any trouble, I’ll personally see to it that you can’t sit down for a month. Got it?” Jake, who was closest to the coach, got a hard slap on his bare butt and yelped. “Yes, Coach!” the rest of the boys exclaimed. Not for the first time, Parker felt jealous. Was it bad that he wished Coach Walker would spank him too? His dick throbbed in his little blue thong, but he stayed silent. He didn’t want his buddies to think he was weird. After his warning, the coach guided the boys out of their little side room and along the corridors again. This time, they took a few different turns and found themselves in what looked like an office. It had been filled with casks of liquid � alcohol, probably � and rows upon rows of cups. Coach Walker handed Jake a small tray of tiny glasses with different colored drinks in them. The colors matched his weird rainbow underwear pretty well. Parker was reminded of the cough medicine his parents sometimes gave him, though he knew that probably wasn’t what was in the glasses. “You’re not to drink any unless a guest tells you to, got it?” Coach Walker put a hand on Jake’s back, resting just above his butt. “Yes, Coach.” Jake stared down at the tray, clearly hoping a guest would let him have some. “That goes for all of you. If I hear you’ve been taking anything without permission, you’ll get your pretty little butts beat so hard you’ll cry.” “Yes, Coach,” said the boys. Even Spencer was looking more cheerful now, though he was still on his hands and knees. Parker felt his boner twitch inside his thong. He wasn’t sure what excited him more: the prospect of getting spanked, or the prospect of watching one of the other boys get spanked. What the fuck was wrong with him? Coach Walker handed each of the boys a tray of drinks. Some of them were given little colorful glasses like Jake. Others got several pints of beer. Parker’s was filled with at least ten tall glasses of champagne. He had to move very carefully so as not to spill any. The coach gave him a warning look. “The guests won’t like it if you spill their drinks, young man. I’d be careful if I were you.” Parker nodded, keeping his eyes locked on the tray of drinks. “Yes, Coach,” he said quietly, as though it might all fall over if he spoke loudly. “Good boys. Let’s begin, shall we? I want you to split up and cover as much ground as possible.” The coach reached down and slapped Spencer’s ass as he crawled along at the back of the group. The poor kid let out something that was halfway between a whimper and a moan, and sped up his crawling. Parker walked slowly, side-by-side with Evan as the two of them tried to balance their trays of drink. Evan had the same rainbow shots as Jake, and was able to move a little faster than Parker. Every few steps, the tray wobbled and Parker was sure he would drop it before even arriving back to the party. Luckily, they all managed to keep the drinks on their trays. The warehouse was far emptier than it had been just a few minutes before. The remaining guests must be the richest, the most important. They’d spread out away from the stage, separated into small clumps mingling together. Some were seated on ratty-looking sofas. Others had found stools, and still others just stood around. Coach Walker’s hand found the small of Parker’s back. “Remember, boys. Split up. Roberts, you walk that way first.” Parker did as he was told, moving in the direction he’d been pointed. The thong rubbed between his cheeks as he walked, but the feeling wasn’t unpleasant. If anything, it turned him on more: his entire body was on display, and heads turned to leer at him as he passed. Some of the men took glasses from him as he passed, but others just groped at him. As he’d been instructed, he let them. “Good boy,” slurred a particularly drunk guy in a weirdly disheveled suit. “You know just how to make me happy.” As he spoke, he took a glass of champagne from the tray � Parker really thought he’d had enough already � and grabbed a handful of his bare butt like he was trying to pull of a huge piece of cotton candy. It hurt a little as his fingertips dug in, but Parker just smiled up at the man. “Thank you, Sir,” he said sweetly, offering the tray around the rest of the group. Nobody else wanted a drink, so he moved on. He lost track of time as the night wore on. Once his tray was empty, he made his way back to Coach Walker, standing by the stage. He’d set out several trays along the edge of the catwalk, so Parker swapped his out for a full one and made his way back. As he did, he noticed Spencer kneeling in front of a group of men on a couch. Well, kneeling in front of one man in particular, practicing his blowjob skills. Parker couldn’t keep his eyes off the sight. It was one thing to see Spencer sucking on Jake’s dick, but the man Spencer was blowing was huge! The poor boy could barely fit the whole thing in his mouth, but the man still gripped his hair, thrusting himself further and further inside. His Scooby Doo underoos were around his thighs, showing his entire pert bubble butt. It was even redder than it had been before. The man to the left of Spencer had leaned down and was massaging it, whispering into the boy’s ear. Parker almost walked headlong into Jake, so distracted by the sight. “Lucky,” said Jake, who noticed where Parker was staring. His rainbow shots must have been very popular indeed, because his tray was entirely empty. The other blonde swayed slightly as he walked, and his lips were stained a bright blue. Apparently the guests had wanted him to drink a few. “Yeah,” agreed Parker wistfully. Jake swung his empty tray at Parker’s ass as he passed. “Don’t spill it!” he taunted, giggling as he skipped over towards the stage for another. At least someone was having as much fun as he was, Parker thought. Some of the glasses tilted dangerously far over, but Parker managed to keep them all upright. Thank fuck. He continued like this a few times. After a few tray-fulls, he’d gotten used to the idea of being manhandled by everyone. It was no less exciting when it happened, though. A few of the men touched his nipples, or the bulge in his little blue thong, but Parker’s favorites were the ones who touched his ass. One man � who seemed very underdressed in a gray hoodie � pulled Parker onto his lap on a sofa. “Hey!” yelped Parker, though the single glass on his tray stayed upright. “Sorry.” The man didn’t sound sorry. He took the last glass of champagne from Parker’s tray and gulped it down in one, before introducing himself as Sam. Parker relaxed. Sam rested one hand on his thigh and the other wrapped around him to touch his butt. “Let me make it up to you.” Parker’s heart raced as he was groped and fondled. Another man next to Sam started to chuckle, reaching his hand out to grope the boy too. Before long, he was being touched and diddled by the man on Sam’s other side, too. Someone pulled out a long, funny-smelling cigarette and lit it. He only took a few drags before passing it to the next man. It made its way to Sam, who turned his nose up and was about to pass it on, before he thought better of it. “You wanna smoke some pot, little guy?” he asked, waving the cigarette in front of Parker’s nose. “No!” he gasped, though it took a little effort. His mind was completely lost in the hands all over him. “That wasn’t a question.” Sam jammed the end of the cigarette into Parker’s half-open mouth. It tasted strangely floral, and far worse than it smelled. He was torn between listening to his coach about doing whatever he was told out here, and all of the teachers who’d told him how bad drugs were. For a moment he just sat there, hands stroking every inch of his exposed skin, and then he inhaled. The smoke burned his throat on the way down, making him cough and splutter. The men on the couch found this hilarious. “Take another hit, pussy!” slurred a man to Parker’s right, pinching his nipple. Parker gasped and did exactly that. The second hit burned just as much as the first, and he felt a burning heat in his nostrils as he exhaled through them. Sam seemed to be satisfied, because he passed the cigarette along to the guy next to him. A few minutes later, Sam handed the tray back to Parker and shoved him to his feet. “I want another,” he announced. “Get me some more drinks.” He was so demanding. Parker felt his head spin as he stumbled back to the catwalk for another tray, but it wasn’t unpleasant. This felt somewhat like it had in the diner before the coach had brought them all here. The noise of the music and conversation all blended together until Parker ankara kendi evi olan escort wasn’t quite sure what he was hearing. A grin formed on his face at this realization, one that wouldn’t go away. Joel was walking past him with a tray of beer. Parker met the shorter boy’s eye and started to laugh. Joel just grinned back � clearly getting into this too, if the flagpole tenting the front of his American flag jock strap was anything to go by � and walked towards the nearest group of people, handing out more drinks. Parker reached Coach Walker and grinned at him too, but his face was stony. “Don’t enjoy this too much,” warned the coach as he gave the boy another tray of champagne. Parker just laughed and walked back to Sam’s couch, or where he thought it had been. He looked around for it, every step feeling like he was floating, until finally he heard a voice from his left. “Over here!” The group of men were all looking at him expectantly. In the middle of the couch, Sam had an impatient look on his face. As Parker made his way over, he tripped over an outstretched leg and fell flat on his face. Every single one of the glasses he’d been carrying fell over as well, creating a large puddle of champagne. Sam and his cronies roared with laughter. “Clumsy cunt,” said Sam, shaking his head. Parker picked himself up and checked the glasses. Somehow none of them had broken. Perhaps they were plastic, and not glass. He scrambled around for a moment, collecting the fallen not-glasses and glancing over at Sam sheepishly. His knees and shins felt sticky from the alcohol. When they were all back on the tray, he turned back to Sam and blushed apologetically. “Sorry,” he said. Sam just shook his head. “If you were sorry, you wouldn’t have spilled my drinks. God, you’re pathetic.” The grin that had been plastered all over Parker’s face for most of the evening began to falter. “What?” “Don’t try to fucking argue with me. You’re only making it worse.” Parker stood, carrying the tray of empty cups. He was still unsteady on his feet. The room was spinning around him, and it was impossible to judge how far away anything was. He felt like Alice in Wonderland. The walls shrunk and grew like an accordion. “S- sorry?” he said again. A few of the men chuckled. It was a nasty sound. “No, you’re not. But you will be.” Sam patted his lap. Parker made to sit back down, and the men laughed even harder. One of them snatched the tray from him. A few of the glasses clattered to the ground, where they lay, spilling the last few drops of champagne. For such a skinny man, Sam was surprisingly strong, or perhaps Parker was just too shocked to fight back. He flipped the boy over and shoved his head to the side so that his ass was raised over his lap. His face was pushed into the next man’s crotch, feet still barely on the floor. He knew he should be scared right now, but there was something electric about the hands roughly pinning him in place. He was about to get a real spanking, just like Spencer had done! Sam’s hands gripped his butt, probing up between his cheeks where the strap hid his asshole. Parker breathed in deep, the other nameless man’s hands tight in his hair so he couldn’t look around. Without warning, Sam’s hand pulled away and returned almost instantly, sending a wave of shock through Parker’s little body. He yelped in surprise, but before he could steel himself for the next blow, it came. Again and again, the little man slapped his upturned rear. His body was wracked with waves of… pain? Pleasure? It all blurred into one as he continued to work. Though Parker couldn’t see anything but the rough fabric of this strange man’s pants, tented out by an erection, he could feel so many eyes on him. The whole room, perhaps? That was even better! He moaned and whimpered, but the only response he got was more laughter. The poor boy could hardly move for hands gripping him. On his hips, his back, even holding his legs firm to keep him from kicking. Every touch drove him further into a primal sense of lust. Nothing mattered except the feelings coursing through his young body. A long while later, as the pleasure was starting to entirely give way to pain, Sam stopped and began to rub Parker’s butt. He sighed in relief. It was over! One by one, the hands holding him down began to let go, until he was able to turn to face his tormentor. In a distant, faded way he noticed he had been crying. “I’m sorry,” he said again. This was undercut somewhat by the way he kept on humping Sam’s leg, the little blue thong pressing hard against the man’s jeans. “Almost.” Sam glanced over at something. Parker followed his gaze to the puddle on the floor. Evan was making his way gingerly around it, carrying an empty tray back to the catwalk. “You, boy!” he called. “Clean your friend’s mess up!” “Yes, Sir!” squeaked Evan. Parker could see his erection bouncing up and down in his little mesh briefs. His friend’s eyes were locked on Parker’s ass, and he felt a strange sense of pride. He could take a beating like a real boy. He’d barely cried at all! Evan started to move away. Getting a towel, maybe? Sam just laughed. “Use your tongue, you dumb slut.” More laughter. Parker felt himself being forced to the side, sitting on the lap he’d just had his face pressed against. His bare cheeks felt raw against the fabric, something long and hard pressing against his hole. A sigh escaped his lips. Evan just stood there. He glanced from Sam to Parker and back again, thinking hard. Then, he set the tray down on the ground and got onto his hands and knees. “Yes, Sir.” With that, he leaned down and began to lap at the champagne on the floor. Parker had no idea when it had last been cleaned, if ever. He wrinkled his nose. Perhaps he’d gotten off easy with the spanking. If Evan hadn’t walked past at that exact moment, it would have been him licking the spill up. As it was, Parker got to sit and watch while large hands massaged his chest and crotch. Evan hadn’t been licking for long when Sam shook his head. “Fucking useless,” he muttered. “It’s like you’re trying to piss me off.” He motioned to one of his buddies � Parker couldn’t help but think of them as goons � who grabbed Evan by his curly hair and dragged him forwards and thrust him at Sam. Evan’s head rested near Parker’s thigh. Just as they had done to Parker, Sam’s goons grabbed at Evan, holding him firmly in place for what was to come. When Sam started to spank Evan, the boy squeaked in surprise, but he didn’t try to struggle. Perhaps he could feel the weight of all the men holding him firm, or perhaps he was enjoying it as much as Parker had. Regardless, Parker was enjoying the view. Evan’s butt quickly turned red inside his little mesh briefs, rippling and jiggling with every smack. “Fucking whore,” said Sam in a monotone voice as he spanked Evan. “You’re enjoying this too much. Both of you.” He turned to the man whose lap Parker was sitting on. “Do him too.” Parker didn’t have time to think before he was lifted bodily and forced over the man’s lap. His head now lay on the tattered sofa next to Evan’s. He could feel his friend’s curly brown hair tickling his cheek as he writhed and sighed softly. It was nice to be so close. Hands gripped him and pushed him down, forcing his own hands up towards Evan’s. Their fingers laced together. His friend was warm and comforting, even as he cried out in pain. “Your little dickies are so hard right now.” Sam sounded disgusted as he continued to spank Evan. Well, insofar as he displayed any emotion at all. “You’ve wanted this all night.” Sam’s goon had begun to spank Parker. His ass already stung, so the man didn’t make any attempt to ease him into it. The first blow made him grip Evan so tight he was worried his fingernails would cut the other boy. Parker wanted to protest, but the man wasn’t exactly wrong. “You little faggots need to be taught a lesson you won’t enjoy. Don’t you agree?” Neither boy spoke. The only sounds they made were grunts and gasps as their butts were battered like bongo drums. “Don’t you fucking agree? Answer me!” Sam delivered several hard slaps to Evan’s butt, leaving him no time to recover between them. His hand was practically a blur. In way of response, Evan squealed like a little girl. “Yes!” he exclaimed, but Sam didn’t let up. “You, blondie. What do you have to say?” This time it was Parker’s turn to squeal. His own tormentor smacked his right cheek five times. All hard, all fast. It was like the pain from each hit bled into the next, setting his whole body on fire. “AAAAAAAARGH!” he cried. “Yes, yes!” This wasn’t fun anymore. Sam had a dark glint in his eye that scared Parker every time he dared to look up. Instead, he kept his head down low and tried to focus on Evan’s hand in his. The punishment didn’t last long after this, thank fuck. Once Sam was finally finished, he ruffled Evan’s hair. The boy was sniffling but trying his best not to show it. “There we go. Little faggots like you need to be taken down a notch every now and then.” Evan gave a surprised little squeak. Parker tensed up, wondering what else the men had planned, and then felt his thong being tugged down his legs. He was past the point of feeling self-conscious, and lifted his hips so that it could be removed entirely. Evan had been stripped too, and the boys lay facing each other, naked. “Think we should fuck them?” The man who had been spanking Parker sounded unsure, like he was asking for Sam’s permission. “Get some lube, Mark,” was all Sam said by way of answer. So that was his name. Parker glanced up at Evan. The other boy had a steely glint in his eyes, despite the tears swimming in them. “You good?” he asked. Evan nodded. “Mm.” This helped Parker’s resolve somewhat. If Evan was okay, then he was too. Besides, this had been exactly what he’d wanted. As much as it hurt, it felt kinda naughty. Exciting. He’d always felt a weird little thrill whenever the Joker kidnapped Robin and tied him up, and now he’d get to experience that himself. And there was no way Coach Walker would let anyone hurt them for real. Parker squeezed his buddy’s hand. He didn’t dare speak, but he tried to pass this feeling on through touch. Evan squeezed back, and Parker thought he understood. Sam’s little minion returned with a tube of what looked like hand cream. Parker wasn’t sure how this would help the men “fuck” them. He gasped as another of the men started to massage the cream into his burning butt. The pain had already faded to a pleasantly warm sting, but now it began to dissipate even further. A low moan escaped his lips, and several of the men laughed. “You like that, faggot?” “Mmm.” Parker wriggled his hips around, enjoying the way the man’s rough hands were caressing his ass. As soon as he had, he felt a finger slide between his cheeks and into his butthole. “Oh!” he exclaimed. Evan made a similar noise and gripped Parker’s hand even tighter. Neither of them tried to get away from the hands invading their most personal of spaces, but it wasn’t like they could even if they wanted to. Parker didn’t want to. It was weird, and cold, and kind of painful, but as the finger slipped inside of him it was like his dick was being gripped from the inside. “Relax,” grunted Sam at Evan, who whimpered slightly. Was that pleasure, or pain? To Parker, they felt much the same. Evan must have relaxed a little, because Parker could see another finger being inserted into his buddy. A second finger joined the first in his own butt, too. With a loud gasp he glanced back at Mark. His eyes were dark and focused on Parker’s ass as he prodded away. He looked like he was about to add a third finger, when Sam held up his free hand. “That’s enough prep time. Who wants to go first?” First? Parker gulped. It was one thing to have fingers in him, but he was pretty sure he could tell what was coming next. The group all clamored to be the first to fuck the boys, but Sam seemed to have claimed Evan. Mark looked like he’d ‘won’ the right to Parker. Over his shoulder, Parker watched as he unbuttoned his pants and withdrew his dick. It wasn’t huge, not like Parker had been expecting, but it was much bigger than his fingers had been. He applied a little lubricant to it, jerking himself off with the lotion, before kneeling either side of Parker on the couch. “I’m gonna enjoy this,” he snarled, voice animalistic with lust. Parker took a deep breath as he felt something press against his asshole. He’d been right: this was far thicker than the man’s fingers had been. It slid inside him easy enough, but as it did it stretched him more than he could imagine. He cried out � more in surprise than anything � and tried to focus all his attention on Evan’s hand in his. His buddy seemed to be doing the same thing. He didn’t know how long they lay there, panting with the effort of accommodating the dicks inside of them. Some far-off part of Parker’s brain was singing with excitement: this was what the whole night had been leading up to. Perhaps even his whole life. The rest of him was more focused on the physical sensations. Mark kneeling across his hips. His dick pressing into the rough couch. The music thudding away in the background. Evan’s hand. “Are you ready?” spat Sam. He’d wrapped his fingers in Evan’s curls, forcing his head down on the cushions as he pulled his hips back. Mark did the same. In unison, they began to push forwards. It was like nothing Parker had experienced before. Not even the fingers up his butt, though that had been close. He still felt stretched and torn, but there was something else there too. The man’s dick brushed up against something deep inside of him that sent thrills all through his body. As he sped up, so did the thrills. Parker was barely aware of the room any more. Everything paled in comparison, even the feeling of Evan’s hand. Parker had no way of knowing how long he had been there, fucked senseless by the stranger. After a while � seconds? Hours? � he withdrew his cock and got off the couch. Another took his place, but Sam was still inside of Evan, thrusting away. This next man was smaller than the first. Parker’s asshole opened to accommodate him almost immediately. “You stretched him out,” Parker heard the new man say. “Not my fault you have a baby dick,” Mark retorted. There was a roar of laughter, and Parker lost himself in the sensations again. At some point Sam was done with Evan, and stood aside for the next man, who wasted no time in forcing himself inside the boy. Parker wasn’t sure how many times the men changed over. Perhaps some had more than one go. As the ordeal wore on, all the pain began to leave Parker. His ass was used to it by now. Whenever one man pulled out of him, he felt a little empty until the next one took over. When it was finally over, he just lay there. His asshole felt wet. He knew from school that guys made sperm as they got older. Was that what was on him? It felt hot and sticky, dribbling out of him and onto the sofa. He took a deep breath, glancing up at Evan. The other boy was smiling, though he had a distant look in his eye. “That was…” he started, but couldn’t finish the sentence. Fun? Terrible? Incredible? Parker wasn’t sure. All of the above. “Yeah,” agreed Evan. Sam and his buddies had cleared away. Parker looked around for them, but not too hard. Now that he did, he saw the lights in the warehouse had come back on, and people were starting to leave. All of a sudden, he felt exhausted. Gymnastics tournaments didn’t take too much of a toll on him, but all this stuff after… he was spent. Perhaps he drifted off. The next thing he remembered, he was still lying on the sofa but someone was dabbing at his butt with a damp cloth. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” It was Coach Walker. Parker sighed in contentment as he felt his coach touching him in that private place. Well, after the evening he’d had it wasn’t so private any more. The thought made him giggle, and the coach patted his head. “You did great.” This was high praise indeed coming from Coach Walker. “Thanks,” he mumbled. He pushed himself up into a sitting position. The couch was still a little painful against his butt, but it had faded. Parker rubbed sleep from his eyes and looked around for the other boys. Evan had gotten to his feet and was helping to clean up the spilled champagne. With a mop, this time. He’d put his mesh briefs back on, though they didn’t really cover anything. A little way away, Jake and Spencer were carrying chairs to the side of the room. As Jake turned away, Parker could see that he too had a bright red butt framed by his assless briefs jockstrap, with a little white dribble of something going down his thigh. Spencer looked much better than he had earlier. He’d been allowed to stand up, and he was laughing at something Jake had said. Over by the catwalk, Cole and Joel were having a playful rematch of their earlier, watched by the few guests that hadn’t helped clear up. Joel seemed to be winning this time, kneeling on top of Cole’s chest and holding the other boy’s strange underwear up as a prize. Parker smiled and got to his feet. After that nap, he was feeling a little better. The room was mostly clear by now, but he got to his feet to help Evan clean up the spill. They hadn’t been at it long when Coach Walker clapped his hands and loudly ordered the boys back to the locker room. Evan and Parker both laughed at this. It was hardly a locker room. All the same, they made their way back there, joking with the other boys as they pulled on their uniforms. The journey home passed much faster than the journey there. Perhaps Parker fell asleep again, or perhaps whatever drugs Coach Walker gave him had worn off by now. Probably both. The next thing he knew, the minivan had stopped outside Parker’s house. Through half-closed eyes, Parker could see that the lights were still on. What time even was it? The clock on the dashboard said it had only just turned 9pm. How was that even possible? Parker could have sworn they were at the warehouse for longer than that. He just yawned and chalked it up to all the new experiences he’d had. With a nod to Jake � the only other boy in the minivan � he collected his medal back from the coach and made his way inside. His mother fussed over him, called him her little gymnast. In all honesty, Parker could barely remember the tournament. Everything afterwards had pushed it from his mind. His father ruffled his hair, and with a lurch Parker remembered the way some of the men had done that to him. He made his excuses and went straight to bed. A shower could wait: right now he could barely keep his eyes open. He balled up his leotard and gym shorts and tossed them into the laundry basket, then pulled on a pair of boxers. They felt weird after all the sexy underwear he’d worn that evening. Too baggy. He pulled the underwear off too and climbed under his sheets totally naked. This would do for now. Parker turned the day’s events over and over in his head. It was all getting jumbled up, and the throbbing in his butt didn’t help. Images swam in front of his face, unbidden. Kissing Evan. Evan lying on top of him, humping. Holding Evan’s hand as he was relentlessly fucked by that group of men. The memories were just starting to turn into dreams when a buzzing from his phone snapped him out of it. With a heavy sigh, Parker rolled over to check it. Probably a snap from Evan, or one of the other- Oh. Oh, fuck. The message was from an unknown number. One sentence. ‘Bitch Boys Bare All, November 21.’ Attached was a single image file. Parker’s shitty old Samsung couldn’t display such a large file right away, so he had to download it. He was suddenly wide awake. He knew exactly what he would see. Sure enough, the image was some kind of promotional flyer about the evening. It showed the six boys standing on stage in their camo briefs, looking a little scared. Underneath were close-ups of some of the more intimate moments of the party. There was Parker kissing Evan, hands around each other’s cocks. Spencer on his knees in front of Jake, sucking away. Cole and Joel locked together, hands exploring each other’s bodies as they tussled. Right at the bottom of the image were the words ‘DON’T MISS OUT! BOOK YOUR TICKETS TODAY.’ Well, that explained the date. November 21 was a month from now. Parker put his phone down and collapsed back into his bed. Did this mean they were going to have to do all that again? His stomach lurched at the thought. His whole body ached from the attention he’d been given by the group of men, and his ass was still burning. Still, his dick twitched under the covers, harder than ever. This was going to be… interesting. * * * I hope everyone enjoyed this! 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