For the next hour I was left up on Vincent's bed still tied up. I had stopped crying. After it's brutal beatings, my ass remained very, very sore, and I was hoping that it had seen all of the action it was going to see that day. The Benedryl was still in my system, and I was able to get another nap in but it was a restless one - the last time I napped I woke up tied and gagged and spanked by a pack of wild boys, so there was a little bit of paranoia about dozing off yet again.
Donnie came in about 2:30 with a plate of lunch.
"Everyone else left. Even Lee," he said, sitting next to me. "Vincent is downstairs watching the Spice Channel alone. I taught him how to unscramble it."
The little turd sat down next to me with the plate of grilled cheese sandwiches and some instant mac and cheese, and a Dr. Pepper (Vincent loved his Dr. Pepper). "I'm going to take off the gag. Vincent said the other ties can come off in another hour."
He took the gag off me.
"I'll feed you, ok?" he asked.
I didn't answer. As a hostage, I had gotten use to not saying anything .
Donnie then fed me, talking the whole time, about how his Pop Warner football team is the best in their division, and how I should come out and see them play sometime. I let him talk...the food tasted really good. I didn't realize how hungry I was - it felt more like four days since I last ate, and not four hours.
While he talked I noticed he kept looking down into my lap at the undersized jock I was wearing.
"That looks uncomfortable," he finally came out and said.
"It's fine," I said, hoarsely.
"No, I know how uncomfortable jock straps are. You should see the one I wore last year...it was like it was made for a friggin eight year old," he said, putting the food down. "The straps must be tearing into your waist, huh?"
I hadn't noticed it, what with all of the spanking and Lee and excitement and such, but yeah...I guess they were cutting into me. "It's ok, really," I insisted.
"Don't be a fool," he said, leaning down and tugging them down.
"Oooh! No. Don't! Hey, wait a second! OOOF" I said, trying to struggle.
"I won't be able to get them all the way off," he said, as my throbbing penis sprung out. I'm actually shocked that I hadn't cum by now. "Because of your feet being tied and all, but at least this way your wiener and will be comfortable and your thighs won't be cut up anymore."
"Donnie...please..." I begged, as I tried to struggle away. It was no use. The jock was down, and now around my knees.
"There! Now you won't be sterile!" He laughed; I doubted this little eleven year old even knew what that meant.
He continued feeding me the food, ignoring the boner that was pulsating just inches from his left elbow. At one point, one of the last drops of mac and cheese missed my lips and tumbled all the way down my bare chest, and right to the top of my burgeoning hair-line.
"OOPS!!!" he said, as I gasped. "And I forgot to bring a napkin up."
Would you be surprised if I told you that this muscular 11 year old; who had just finished feeding me; who I witnessed beat everyone in the beat-the-meat contest; who had spanked me just an hour or so earlier - was now running his tongue and his lips down my chest, cleaning up the mess? Well...he did!
OH...MY...GOD!
I was out of my mind. This was not at all what I had expected!
"Mmmmm!" he said, looking up at me. "It's the cheesiest!"
I couldn't help but smile and laugh. _d_a_m_n_, he was hot!
His mouth continued, until my lower belly was cleaned up from the cheese. Donnie's face stayed down there, however, as his tongue began to trace the tops of my pubic region, and then, without the slightest big of hesitation, in...errrrrr...it.....errrrrrr...went...!!!!!
OH...MY...FRIGGIN...GOD!!!!
With all of the action I had been part of that day (from Grandpa, through Tom Sawyer, to The Game, to watching Lee's spanking, to this...!) it didn't take long for me to loose my cool.
(so to speak)
Donnie didn't say anything as he licked his lips (second time that day I noticed him doing that...hmmmmm), leaving me there panting and totally satisfied. He left the gag off as he pulled up the jock to cover me up again and left the room, without even saying a word (so that's what it took to shut him up?!). Maybe today wasn't such a bad day after all, I remember thinking.
Vincent showed up about 3:10. He said that Donnie had just left.
"He said you enjoyed your lunch," Vin said.
"It was...interesting," I said, clearing my throat.
"When I untie you, are you going to beat me?" he came out and asked.
I looked at him curiously for a moment; was this what he had really planned all along? I still didn't want to believe what Lee had said about him setting me up, but I didn't know. Maybe, instead of setting me up to be the fall guy instead of Lee, it was now his idea to get me so upset and furious that I would spank him right before his grandparents showed up, there-by proving their point, and there-by keeping the status-quo? I didn't even want to think about any of the conspiracy theories. I just wanted to trudge through the rain and go home as soon as possible.
"No, I hadn't planned on it," I said, before asking, "Do you plan on spanking me any more before they arrive?"
He shook his head. "Nah, your butt is pretty red." He came over and started untying me.
"So, was it 'The Game' that you were afraid to tell me about?" I asked, pretending I didn't know what I knew thanks to Lee. "Were you afraid I would be upset with you if I found out you and Lee and your friends play this, and that you like to play it?"
He nodded his head.
"Lee told you, huh?" He saw right through me.
"Well, that and I kind of figured most of it out, dude, maybe not the details, but...yeah...Lee told me all about it," I said. It felt so good to be untied...and to have my composure again.
"How much did he tell you?"
I just looked at him and didn't say anything.
"I'm really sorry, Matt," he said softly. "That was really horrible thing I did last week...well, and this week too."
I still didn't say anything. I just exhaled and leaned back on his bed - it felt good to really stretch out.
"I wouldn't have really had gone through with it. I wouldn't really have let them think that you had been the one who tied me up."
"You would have last week if you hadn't had to pee," I reminded him.
"He told you about that too...?" he asked, looking totally dejected. "I - I am so sorry, Matt. I don't know what else to say."
"Neither do I, dude. Not about that, or about any of it, especially this game."
"It's a pretty sick game, huh?"
"It isn't 'Tom and Huck'," I said, managing to chuckle. "It may be a little much, though, what with so many people...so many guys playing."
"That was Donnie's idea," he said, sitting down next to me. "He's a wild one, huh? Like Lee."
"I guess."
"Did you hear about his sister?" Vince asked. "She's a wild one too."
"Whose his sister?"
"Dawn Ellston."
"Dawn is his sister?!" I said with a laugh; it suddenly made sense. She was known as the school whore, before she left. It must run in the family.
"Yeah."
"What about her? She left school sometime last spring, and no one knew what happened."
"She's knocked up."
"No way!" I said. "Who is the father?"
"Not sure...she's set to give birth in December."
"Wow, I had no idea."
"Did you know her?"
"Not really. She's a couple of years older than me."
"I still can't believe Don is going to be someone's uncle!"
"Yeah, that is kind of hard to believe."
"So...what do you think of...errrrr...him?"
I shrugged - I wasn't sure what Vince wanted to know.
"He...well...I think he may be gay."
I laughed at that one...I didn't even want to comment on it, because I had no idea where I could start!!!
"He's usually the first one done, you know, jerking off, and sometimes he'll put himself back in The Game, just so he can jerk off some more, watching the rest of us...ahhhh...jerking off. That's pretty gay, right?"
"You may be right," I said, trying not to glow too much. "He may be gay."
"That's ok, though, right?"
"Sure. Of course."
"So, are really, really pissed at me?" he asked.
"I'm - I'm not happy with you, dude," I said. "But I think...I don't know, maybe it's because I still have this cold and I'm kind of loopy...but in a weird way...a very weird way, I understand, a little, and I think...I hope I can forgive - someday."
He looked at the clock. "They'll be home soon."
"Do I have to be naked when they get here?" I asked.
"Yeah...sorry..." he then looked away. "Unless you want to leave before they get here."
"That's ok, I am the one who got myself into it, I'll see it through."
Vincent came over and hugged me. "I love you, Matt," he said.
"Really?" I asked, as I started to tear up.
"Uh-huh," he said, kissing me. "Next to Lee, there is no one I love more than you and...and I am so sorry I did this to you...I am so sorry...I'm just a stupid little kid, I guess, huh?"
I sighed and kissed him back. "I love you too, Vincent, even if you can be a rat-bastard some times."
"I never wanted to hurt you."
"I...I never wanted to hurt you either...all of these weeks." Ahh, man. Now it was all making sense; this was my day of karma retribution for all of the weeks I spanked and paddled little Vincent. The ripple effect finally came and hit me (that's what I was telling myself, at least - that is what helped me maintain some sense of dignity after this day).
"You can stay up here," he said, letting me go, and wiping his tears. "I will send Grandpa up when they get back so he can see your butt and see what a good job I did."
He gathered up the ties to return them to his grandparent's room.
"What a good job you and your buddies did."
"We won't tell him that, ok?"
"Ok...you will get all of the credit," I stood up and looked in the mirror. "Dang," I said. "That thing is redder than it's been in a long, long time."
"Redder than when Gavin spanks you?"
"Oh, yeah. This is Daddy Red," I said, laughing, as I removed the tight fitting jock and handed it back to Vince.
"Your Dad would be proud of that butt, huh?"
"He'd be so proud, he'd take you guys out for beers or some crap like that."
Vince put away the jock with Ike's stuff. "Cool," he said with a smile on his face.
"I really hope you washed my clothes?"
"Oh yeah! I almost forgot!" he said. "They're still in the basement."
"Washed?!"
"Yeah, they are washed."
"Are they dry?"
"All dry."
"I'm going to have to burn them when I get home, you know."
"Oh, don't be silly," he said. "It's all part of The Game."
"Dude, that is so sick."
"Well...I guess, but it's kind of fun."
"So, you all do that to each other then?"
"Well, usually we share one piece of clothing, since we don't usually have the luxury of being able to wash the clothes clean."
"You share the same piece of clothing?" I said in disgust. "Which one?"
"The underpants, usually."
"The UNDERpants?" This seemed so tribal, almost - kind of a cross between marking the territory and scalping the enemy.
"Yeah, because you can get away going home without wearing underpants."
"I see."
"Lee likes the socks, but when there are six of us all using the same sock, it gets pretty sloppy fast."
"I can see that." My stomach was turning again.
"With the undershorts there is more cloth to explode in," he said, smiling. "Not as much as with a shirt - a shirt is money."
"I - I can imagine."
"Will you play it with us sometimes, Matt?"
"Me? Play The Game?" I shook my head. "I don't see that happening."
"It will be fun, and I know you'd enjoy it."
"Too many cooks in the kitchen, dude," I said. "You know I don't like to play games, but when I do I'd prefer it be one on one."
"Lee said he doubted you'd want to play, but I said that you would want to, after today."
"Well, Lee knows me better than you, I guess." I didn't mean for it to sound so harsh - my tact had been beaten out of me that day. "So, whose idea was it to use the spanked boy's clothes as cum rags?"
He didn't answer.
"Was it Donnie?"
"Yeah, but...well...we kind of got the idea from a friend of Lee's."
"A friend of...no...not Tom? From his camp?!"
"Yeah," Vincent said. "You know him?"
"Christ!"
"He seems really cool," Vincent said.
"You've e-mailed him?"
"Well, I don't have e-mail, but Donnie does and..."
"Nevermind!" I said, almost laughing. "I don't think I can take anymore!"
"He's got tons of ideas and stories..."
I shook my head. "You kids are really disgusting, you know that?"
He didn't answer. "I suppose this will be the last week you'll be babysitting me, huh?"
"Why do you think that?" I asked. "Just because I'm not going to spank you anymore, doesn't mean I can't babysit you anymore."
He smiled, and excused himself to go get the laundry. I could tell he didn't believe me.
I sat on the bed and winced before I hopped back to my feet and rubbed my bare ass. I walked over and layed down, tummy first, on Ike's bed and waited for Mr. Hanson to arrive as I thought about all of the strange relationships I had with all of these strange young boys. I couldn't keep doing this, I said to myself. This would have to be the end of it (so to speak). I was going to refuse to be a human punching bag for spank-happy little boys. I felt a talk with Father was in order...but when?
About then I heard the car pull up to the house.
"Finally," I whispered to myself.
Then the sound of voices as they entered the house. I figured my tour of duty was just about done. Not too much longer, and I would have survived this endurance test.
Dum..deee...dum...dum...
I continued to wait and wait and wait, and still nothing but muffled voices from downstairs. I studied the different posters on the walls - football, some soccer, and (of course) Ike's lovely Jennifer Lopez poster that Vince hated so much. Then to my surprise, the front door opened and closed.
Huh?
The house was then suddenly quiet.
What the heck?
Then the sound of the car door opening and closing, and then...then it pulled away?
WHAT?! They came home and picked him up, and left me naked and red butted and alone?
And with my clothes still in the _d_a_m_n_ basement?!
"VINCENT!" I yelled, still not sure if I should get off of this bed. "Vincent? Mrs. Hanson? Mr. Hanson...HELLO? Anyone home?"
No answer...then I heard someone walking...
"Hello!" I yelled again.
The bedroom door opened at that moment.
"They all went to go get some KFC," a strange voice said.
I jerked my head around to see who...oh...no...I recognized that face...from the photos...!
"So, it is true!" Vincent's older brother, Ike said, with a chuckle. "There is a big wussy on my bed waiting for another spanking!"
CRAP!!!