Three Weeks Later — Sunday
Runner gave my hand a squeeze as we approached the door to the party room. "Why is your party here, if they usually have it in the caf?"
I grinned. "Marcus asked the Dean if they could use the party room, because it's bigger. Usually it's just friends of the boy who's being hanged — like the other graduates, or if he's a dorm parent for one of the classes, it's the boys in that class, and maybe a few others. But so many boys in all the classes kept asking Marcus if they could come, and Marcus decided it was just too many people for the caf."
I heard the noise in the party room from well down the hallway. If was a different sort of sound from what what normally came out of that room. Usually the conversations were more muted, with members chatting with hosts and decorum prevailing, though salted with giggles. Today the room was filled with students, in noisy high spirits, awaiting the arrival of the guest of honor.
I paused in the doorway, taking in the atmosphere. I had been to so many going-away parties over the years, for acquaintances, classmates, and beloved friends. Now it's for me! After waiting for so long, after going through so much, I couldn't believe my own time had finally come.
Stacy, one of the First Year boys, spotted me first, and shouted above the background hubbub, "He's here!" All around the room boys looked toward the doorway, and burst into applause.
I blushed, and covered my face. The nearest boys came toward me to begin the endless parade of hugs.
Marcus came over and handed me a paper plate with a pizza slice and a soft drink in a paper cup. He grinned. "Be careful with it. The place has to be spotless when we leave, and you're the only one who doesn't have to help with the clean-up."
I laughed and took a bite. I was surprised; everything tasted so much better at my own party. "I promise not to leave a trail of crumbs behind me."
Tate hugged me, then turned to Runner with a grin, and gave him a hug as well. All of the students knew who Runner was, but he was closest to the second-year boys, because he lived in their dorm. "So how was the party last night?"
Just eighteen hours earlier, Runner had participated in a party, hosted by the First Year boys (the hall was still festively decorated from that), and had private sessions with members for the first time. The Dean, having reviewed the videos of Runner's sessions with Pellis and Bailor once more, had surprised me and assigned Runner to party duty. Marcus, Zuchter and I had spent the previous two weeks coaching Runner, this time mostly in how to have conversations with members in the main room, the tutoring conducted at a less frantic pace than for the previous party. I'd asked the Dean why he didn't want to wait until Runner was actually a student before having him work parties, then read the answer on his face before he spoke. "You want members to get to know him and know what he can do, so eventually you can start charging extra for his services!" The Dean had simply smiled.
After the party, Runner had excitedly spent hours in bed with me, reconstructing his evening for me, until at last we made love and fell asleep. I was still feeling the aftereffects of a night with too little sleep. Runner didn't seem to be, as he launched into a slightly less detailed description of his party experience for Tate's benefit.
I heard a bark to my right, and automatically dropped to my knees while turning — nobody could imitate Puppy. I held out my arms to give Puppy a tight squeeze while Puppy licked my face happily. Puppy looked adorable in the harness that Kylie, a second year cottontail, had designed and sewn for him. The harness consisted of soft felt straps about an inch wide, in bright pink matching Puppy's hair and sheath. A band went around his waist, with a pair of straps attached to either side coming up his back, crossing each other and attaching to the sides of another band around his neck. A second pair of straps, also attached at the sides of the waistband, came up his stomach, across his chest and attached to the sides of the neckband. The neckband was actually fur-lined leather, with a ring at the back for attaching a leash. Ripley, a chinchilla from the Third Year class, was holding it now.
Puppy loved the harness. It seemed he would have adored anything that made him pinker.
Ripley offered me the leash; I smiled and declined it. "He has to get used to spending time away from me."
Ripley crouched down and stroked Puppy's back, as he continued to lick my face. Puppy could now give something resembling a normal lips-only kiss, though he still had a tendency to use his tongue as the default mode of affection.
Zuchter arrived and set a paper plate of pizza, sliced into bite-sized pieces, in front of Puppy, with a paper cup and straw beside it — Puppy had recently learned to use a straw, making feeding a little less messy. As Puppy began attacking the pizza, Zuchter stood and gave me a hug. "We still on for tonight?" We would be spending the night together, our last time alone together.
I laughed. "It's not like we could put it off for a week or so."
Zuchter grinned, his arms still around my shoulders. "I know. In a week maybe I could sleep with your leg."
I laughed. "You'd better be wearing it, not sleeping with it."
Zuchter gave me a kiss, then made way for the next boy in line — Jem, a Third Year bull.
Jem hugged me, and asked, "What show are you doing?"
"Well, I don't exactly know what I'm going to do. Benjamin says it will be straightforward and doesn't really take any advance planning. I keep trying to figure out what it might be. Maybe something like what Shaw did."
"Oh! I heard about that. That did sound fun."
I shrugged. "That's just a guess. The main thing is, I trust Benjamin. I know it'll be a nice hanging and everybody will be entertained. I'll make sure on that last part."
Jock nodded. "I've been with Benjamin. He's so sweet. I was thinking he hasn't bought a boy of his own before. Has he?"
I shook my head. "The Dean says no, this is his first time. I guess he just... I don't know. It feels like a real honor."
"Oh, for sure! But listen, thank you so much for all of the help over the years. And I'm not talking about the same thing as the way Maverick helped. You just always... kept us all in the right frame of mind. You reminded us how special what we're doing is."
My eyes started to sting, and I gave Jem a still tighter hug. "Pass that on to the younger boys, okay? Tell everybody to do that."
"I will. We will. I promise."
I kissed Jem. He smiled and backed away, to give the next boy in line some time with me.
Nearby, Victor asked Holden and Hamish, "Are you guys really going to do hangings together? Like Maverick and Wynn did?" I couldn't make out Holden's reply, other than the giggle. Farther away, a small knot of boys stood talking to Runner.
The party outlasted the refreshments. As the room slowly emptied out, Marcus and Zuchter persuaded several other boys to tidy up the room, while a gradually shortening line waited for me.
Runner stood by me as the last half-dozen boys got in words and hugs. I slipped my arm around Runner's waist as the last of them departed for some weekend studying. I asked, "So what were you talking with Monty about?" I'd spotted a very animated Runner in conversation with Monty just before the two of them came over to me.
"Oh! He was telling me about this book he read in high school, about this boy named Selwin who figures out things the police can't. He was asking if I'd read it yet."
"Oh, that's actually a bunch of books about the same boy. They're really popular with teenagers. I don't think the library has them, but you could check. I'm pretty sure they'd order them if you asked."
Runner nodded. "I'll check later." He frowned. "Maybe I should wait, though. I don't want to get away from the schoolbooks too much." Runner was concentrating more on educational texts than on recreational reading. He didn't want to miss any standard knowledge. He was particularly interested in arithmetic, currently adding long columns of multi-digit figures and staying on the lookout for boys willing to spend a while drilling him on multiplication flashcards.
I grinned. "In the Selwin books you'd probably learn more about what high school boys do every day. That's not really in schoolbooks."
Runner's eyes lit up. "Okay." He took my hand. "Have we got time for some snuggling before dinner?"
I laughed and kissed him. "I do if you do."
After Dinner
The knock on the door proved to be Zuchter. He was carrying a small bag and, to my surprise, looked first at Runner, seated on the bed beside me. "The caf is empty. The staff is just finishing cleaning up."
Runner nodded, and began, "Did you bring... Okay." He'd spotted the bag.
I looked back and forth between them, puzzled. I could, at least, tell one thing. "You guys have something planned!" I grinned. "So what is it?"
Zuchter laughed. "Not telling just yet. We're going down to the caf, in case you couldn't tell."
Runner sprang off the bed, grinning, and offered me his hand.
I shrugged, and let Runner pull me up to my feet. "I'm up for whatever. I guess." I felt a little disappointed. The evidence pointed to another of the occasional sessions of Zuchter tied up in the caf, available to be played with. I'd been hoping for a little more alone time with him.
Marcus was standing behind Zuchter. The four of us walked down to the caf together, I tried to read whatever I could in the other three, but whatever was happening was too complex for anything specific to show on their faces.
We arrived at the caf, empty of both staff and students. Marcus put up the "Private Party" sign at the door, to prevent anyone entering for the moment, and led us inside, closing the door behind us. I wondered whether any student was misled by the sign anymore — in the interests of candor, they probably should have made a sign saying "Getting Zuchter Set Up." Everyone would have understood.
One of the tables was already draped in plastic wrap. Zuchter now walked eagerly toward that one, stood beside it and began stripping out of his uniform, while Marcus began rooting around in the bag Zuchter had dropped, with a thump, on the floor.
Naked now, Zuchter climbed onto the table and lay, a little surprisingly, on his side; this looked like a position I'd never seen before.
Runner turned to me, grinning. "Now you. Take off your clothes."
My jaw dropped. "What? What's going on?"
Zuchter began laughing, and propped himself on his elbow, looking up at me. Then his face became earnest. "Wynn, this is my last time being with you. I'll always remember you, and all of the really special things you've done for me and Marcus. Tonight I want to try to get closer to you than I've ever been, and I don't mean in the physical sense. I mean, physical is going to be part of it, but the plan is, I want you to spend part of the night in my world with me, and I'll spend the other part of the night in your world with you."
"Ummm..." I looked at Runner; he gave me a go-ahead gesture; I pulled my shirt off.. I bent over to take off my shoes and socks, then tried again to read Zuchter's face. I gave up. "I'm not sure exactly what you mean."
Zuchter beamed at me. "You'll see."
While I was pushing down my shorts and briefs, Marcus withdrew several pieces of equipment from the bag. Some sort of head harness with leather straps. A gag of some sort, I guessed, but not one I was familiar with.
Marcus buckled it around Zuchter's head. I now saw that there was a ring of some sort sewn into the front panel of the gag. Zuchter's eyes looked at me, growing steadily brighter as they always did at the start of one of his bondage games. But I was still puzzled. I had worn seeral different sorts of harnesses, but had no idea what this one was for.
After Marcus finished with Zuchter's harness, Runner bent over the bag and pulled out a second, identical harness. "This one's for you."
My eyes went wide. "What?"
Zuchter had returned to his original position, curled up on his side on the table. He grunted insistently around the gag, his eyes again on me.
I suddenly saw what Zuchter must have meant about me joining him in "Zuchter's world." Clearly I would be spending the evening tied up the same way Zuchter was. And not in private, but in the very public caf. Like Zuchter had many times before, I would be used as a public sexual plaything.
I never minded being tied, hands and occasionally feet, when hanging was involved. It was all part of the process, and the joy, of hanging. I had occasionally been tied up by club members in private sessions at parties. It wasn't my favorite thing, and my chief enjoyment of it came from knowing that I was giving a member what he/she wanted.
Now all of my friends would be using me for their amusement, and there would be a bit of an embarrassment factor involved. I knew how much Zuchter adored it. But that was Zuchter.
I began shivering. Runner was looking at me , holding the harness, waiting for a signal from me that I was okay with what was happening. I froze, I just couldn't give that signal.
And just as suddenly as the paralysis had come over me, it washed away. Zuchter had just stated the obvious himself: this was his way of feeling close to me, and I wanted that closeness, this week, not just with Zuchter but with everyone I loved the most. And as for feeling embarrassed... I chuckled. I'll be dead in less than a week. Embarrassment is just enhanced self-consciousness. I want to be conscious of myself, my being. It makes giving it up that much more special.
I smiled at Runner. Runner grinned back and began securing the harness around my head. He did it quickly — either he had practiced it beforehand, or... well... he'd just watched Marcus do it. With Runner, seeing something once was all it usually took.
The gag covered my mouth tightly, but with the ring I could still make some sounds. "Zo ow ut?" I asked.
Marcus, grinning, said, "Okay, get up on the table, facing Zuchter — no, other way. Yeah, like that..."
Fifteen Minutes Later
Now I knew what the harnesses were for. I wriggled a little, trying to get comfortable; and received some wonderful sensations from Zuchter's lips and tongue. It also got me a knock on the head from Marcus. "The rules are, you aren't allowed to stimulate yourselves. You have to wait for somebody else to come along."
I had a perfect view of Zuchter's buttocks clenching as my head moved — that was almost the only thing I could see.
Runner had just finished with the last tie, and Marcus patted me on the hip. "You doing okay?"
"Hm hm hm." Even my giggles were muffled.
Runner looked up from the bag. "Where's the tape?"
"Oh!" Marcus pulled the tape dispenser out of his pocket. "One time it unwound a little in the bag and got tangled up with the ropes. So I keep it separate."
Runner took the tape, while holding a printed sheet of paper — I could see that much, but not what it said. But I knew what it would contain. Instructions and/or suggestions for how Zuchter and I should be treated. "Just put it along the side of the table?"
"On this side, yeah, so people can see it as soon as they come in."
Runner taped the page to the table, while Marcus bent and kissed Zuchter on the hip, whispering, "I love you, honey." Zuchter hummed a pair of musical tones that I assumed were a "love you" response, and wriggled, which moved his cock a couple of inches in my mouth — a lovely sensation.
Runner gave me a hip kiss of his own, saying, "I love you, Wynn." Marcus gathered up our clothes and stuffed them into the bag.
Marcus said casually, a laugh in his voice, "Okay, Runner and I are going back to my room to watch a couple of movies. The second one is pretty sexy, so we might get a little involved with each other after. Anyway, see you later."
He's serious! I thought. We'll be in here three, maybe four hours! I had visualized more like one hour. I called "Hmmmm!" after them as they walked away, hand in hand, to the door that was just within my field of vision, partly obscured by Zuchter's buttock. Marcus gave a cheery wave at the door, then he and Runner walked out into the hallway, the door closing softly behind them.
I thought they'd stay and watch! I felt very alone, and clung tightly to Zuchter. Zuchter made a noise that might have been a sigh of pleasure as my lips slid down his cock.
We were tied lying on our sides, facing each other, in opposite directions, our positions and ties perfectly symmetrical. My head was right next to Zuchter's crotch, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist. My elbows were tied to that I could move my hands a few inches — enough to choose between caressing Zuchter's butt, his hip, or his flank. The rings in the harnesses turned out to be cock rings. No matter what happened, no matter how many times I came, I was going to be hard until Marcus and Runner came back to untie us. A rope from my knees to my bound arms kept my legs bent at the hip. My ankles were crossed and tied, not that I could have used them for much.
With Zuchter's cock inserted through the ring, I was wearing a penis gag. I could pull back just a few inches, not enough to get Zuchter's cock out of my mouth. Not that I had any objection to Zuchter's cock in my mouth — or vice versa. I was quite fond of the way Zuchter tasted.
Any movement I made, however slight, caused my head to shift position, sliding the Zuchter's cock in and out of my mouth — sometimes only a few millimeters. But as I was well aware, it would be all the more frustrating to Zuchter because of that. With each of my movements, Zuchter twitched or moaned in response, giving me that same tickling, teasing feeling in my cock, and I would wriggle again, continuing the cycle.
My senses seemed scrambled. Sight and sound, usually the busiest senses, were taking a rest. I could see almost nothing other than an extreme close-up of Zuchter's crotch and, looking down my nose, his fur-coated balls. There was almost no sound to be heard, other than Zuchter's and my soft squeaks and gasps. But my other senses were responding to a volume knob turned to maximum gain. I could feel heat and tingling on every inch of my skin, and not only my cock where Zuchter's lips and tongue were teasing it. I could taste the milky pre-cum from Zuchter's cock, and I knew I was producing my own share. Above all else was the smell of sex; it aroused me to a higher level of sensual need than I could remember experiencing before.
Suddenly, Zuchter started sucking me. Deep into his mouth, then out partway, then in again, and again. All awareness of the rest of the world faded; my entire existence was suddenly located between my legs. I automatically tightened my arms around Zuchter's waist, and felt Zuchter's hips twitching violently, begging for me to give him the same treatment. I pushed my face against Zuchter, sucking him into my mouth, over and over, hearing Zuchter's cries overlap my own.
The sudden need, like an electric current passing through my body, gave me just a few seconds of warning before the orgasm hit. The world seemed to explode in a blinding flash as I squeezed my eyes tight.
I felt disoriented for a moment, then felt myself float to the surface. I fainted. I'd never done that during sex before. My throat felt raw, and I realized I'd been screaming as well. I hardly ever did that either. My mouth tasted of Zuchter's cum. I must have swallowed it automatically while I was out out of it.
I felt drained of all energy, floating on a cushion of sexual release. It was like all of the best times with Maverick and Runner. I had never experienced it at such a level with Zuchter before.
I moved to get up and stretch, and the disorientation returned. It took me a few seconds to realize that the ropes keeping my arms and legs tightly clamped around Zuchter had not suddenly disappeared. And there was no one here to set me free.
I began giggling. I needed to thank Zuchter, at least. I gave Zuchter's head a quick double-squeeze between my thighs, heard Zuchter chuckle and felt him return the gesture.
I rested, breathing deeply, trying to remain totally motionless; I was not ready to get caught in the arousal cycle again.
It seemed to me that half an hour must have gone by. I was getting stiff from maintaining one position, but tried to shift as little as possible; each movement elicited a squeak and a twitch from Zuchter, and I reacted the same way to each of Zuchter's movements. I held my breath each time I heard voices outside the door, willing them to go away — my mental vibes apparently successful.
At last a set of voices grew louder until the door to the caf swung open. I froze, my stomach in knots, and broke into a sudden cold sweat, and felt Zuchter tighten his arms around me. I could see four boys past Zuchter's legs, all First Years. They'd stopped in the doorway with their mouths open in varying degrees of astonishment. It wasn't unusual for any student to discover Zuchter here during a nighttime run, but Zuchter had never had a partner before.
I felt my face growing hotter, and knew it was bright red. Maybe with the harness, they can't tell...
Cyrano, the nearest of the four, suddenly gasped, "Oh, it's Wynn! You can tell by his hair!"
My heart sank. I was completely busted now. Ironic that on the island I had cut my hair for the purpose of escaping undue attention. Here, it had the opposite effect.
Laughing, the four boys approached the table. Gino, always the quiet one, said wonderingly, "I always felt like I wanted to ask him if he'd spend the night with me — has he been with any First Years? I guess Holden and Hamish don't count. Anyway, I could never get myself to do it."
His roommate, Ron, giggled. "Well, you can do whatever you want with him now... What's the note say?" All four bent to read the printed page taped to the table.
I couldn't watch anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut tight. Maybe Runner and Marcus were kidding about the movies. They'll come back in just a few minutes.
Paul asked, "What's it mean about 'contest'?"
Cyrano nudged him. "Just keep reading. I get it." He laughed. "This sounds like fun."
Fun for whom? I thought.
The boys quickly chose up sides, which involved picking one of us, for purposes I couldn't yet guess... I had some suspicion, though. Cyrano asked Paul, "What do I get if I win?"
Paul laughed. "Winner gets to be the boss in bed tonight, of course."
"How should we do it? The note just says 'stimulate them.' "
"Well, that's easy enough."
Cyrano giggled. "Almost too easy."
The boys surrounded the table, and began touching our skin — Ronnie and Paul taking Zuchter, Cyrano and Gino with me. I felt light fingertips running across my buttocks, crawling over my side into the top of my pubic hair... a Hanging Boy knew all of the most sensitive points on the skin for sexual arousal, and I felt their soft touch on every one of them. I moaned involuntarily with every breath, my hips twitching, my arms tightening around Zuchter's waist, my mouth moving a fraction of an inch on Zuchter's organ, feeling all of the same from Zuchter...
Now one of the boys behind Zuchter — I couldn't tell which — began pulling the back of my head, in a steady rhythm, making my lips move on Zuchter's penis. I blinked at the sudden perception of my own head as being simply the handle of a sex toy. At the other end, one of the boys behind me started moving Zuchter's head.
To say the combination of sensations affected me would be a gross understatement. Every square inch of my skin seemed to tingle with electricity. I wriggled helplessly against Zuchter as he twitched and writhed against me. In just minutes I could feel the tension building inside me, begging for release...
Zuchter suddenly spasmed and emitted a prolonged scream; it brought me still closer, so close, so close...
The exploring fingers were gone, the hand behind my head stopped pushing. Ronnie stood upright and clapped his hands. Paul threw his arms in the air. "We win!"
Cyrano and Gino rounded the table, each hugging his roommate. Ronnie suggested, "Let's go back to our rooms and have a little fun." He took Gino's hand and said, "Come on, slave-for-the-night."
Gino giggled and said, "Yes, master."
I groaned in frustration. That's what the contest is about. They're trying to get either me or Zuchter be the first one to cum!
The boys appeared to be leaving. Suddenly Cyrano turned back, bent, and kissed me on the hip, and said softly, "Goodbye, Wynn." Each of the other three boys did the same. I felt a tear sting my eye. It was a surprisingly tender, intimate gesture from the same boys who had just used me for their own sexual amusement.
A minute later, all four boys were gone.
I was touched by their heartfelt goodbye, but also irritated that they left me sexually unsatisfied. Then it occurred to me: that might be another of the "rules" stated on the note.
I could move my hips and get Zuchter to help me out again. But wait — maybe it's better if I'm on edge. It should help me come more quickly the next time...
I knew there would be more contests.
Just minutes after the four boys left, the cafeteria door opened again, and Holden and Hamish entered, holding hands, in animated conversation with each other.
They froze when they saw us — obviously nobody had given them a heads-up, not even Marcus. The one on the left — they were too far away for me to tell which he was — whispered, "Oh, that's Wynn!" They approached slowly.
Wide-eyed, without another word, they began walking around us, looking at every detail of the bindings, breathing a little faster as they went. After a full circuit of the table, they came into my view again, and looked at each other. Holden — I now saw the "O" hanging from his collar — nodded to Hamish. Both of them looked very excited. Grasping hands again, they ran out of the room.
I giggled to myself. I know what that must be about.
Another pair of roommates, Nick and Cal, Third Years, came in about a half-hour later. After goggling at us and reading the note, they had an extended discussion of how to proceed. The tingling started again as the boys talked about how to play with me. Suddenly Cal gasped, "Oh, I know!" and pulled his roommate to the exit. I heard them running down the hall. I don't know if I like this. They have to be getting some kind of equipment.
Minutes later they returned, giggling, each holding a spray bottle. Many of the students kept small plants in their rooms, and used sprayers periodically to keep them watered. Cal and Nick went out of my field of view, and I heard a loud crunching sound. I gasped; it was the ice machine. They were filling their spray bottles with crushed ice!
Cal said, "I'll take Wynn!" and Nick passed around in front of me to stand behind Zuchter. I was shivering already, my body tensing, knowing what was coming. I still jerked and gasped when I felt a stream of ice-cold water splash across my back, then moaned as my cock moved in Zuchter's mouth. Zuchter jumped against me after getting the same treatment, and his cock jerked in my mouth. The next stream of water hit me on my side and dribbled down my stomach.
I could barely think, outside a desperate desire to get away from the cold. Thinking back on it later, I realized how brilliant the strategy was, as a way of bringing the two of us to a sexual peak quickly. Both of us moved reflexively to try to escape the spray of icy water, even though there was no hope of avoiding it. Soon, shivering, we were moving against each other frantically, grasping, skin rubbing sensually, to try to warm up, even between spritzes. At the end, we were purposely stimulating each other desperately, trying to get the ordeal over with as soon as possible.
It seemed much longer, but must have been just a few minutes. I felt the need rip through me, knowing I was going to cum no matter what, spreading out from my crotch to the rest of my body. I erupted into Zuchter's mouth with a cry forced out of by the power of my climax. Cal had barely had time to shout "Yes!" before Zuchter followed me over the edge. We nearly squeezed the breath out of each other as we rocked together in shared climaxes.
Coming down from the peak, recovering my breath, I giggled. That took care of the cold. I was damp with sweat; at that point I actually wouldn't mind being cooled off with a little ice water.
Again, the spontaneous kisses from the boys as they were leaving. On the forehead this time.
Two other small groups of boys had come and gone. I had come both times, once before Zuchter, once after him.
I would never have imagined I could climax so strongly so many times in rapid succession. I was very accustomed to the sixty-nine position, one of my favorites, but the addition of the cock rings and the bondage took it to a new level. I was intensely aware of my own body and Zuchter's, everywhere we touched each other — and filled each other. It felt as though each held the other's entire body in his mouth. The inability to speak to each other added still more; we had to communicate our needs by touch, with squeezes and rubbing skin. And tied together, unable to take a rest from the intensity of the interaction, our arousal stayed on a plateau I couldn't recall reaching before.
I heard voices in the corridor again — a lot of voices now. I tensed again; the secret was now completely out.
It occurred to me that Marcus had not necessarily planned for this. All students were used to Zuchter's cafeteria predicaments, and some came and made use of him if the mood struck them — probably at most a dozen different boys on any one night, all boys knowing that if they skipped the entertainment this time, there would be other occasions later. But not a single student had ever thought to find me here, and they all knew it would be the only time; I would be hanged within a week.
The door opened, and boys began streaming in, from all classes, talking, laughing. The first ones in rounded the table and the others filled in behind them, conversations uninterrupted. They gathered around the table and looked at me, naked and tied down like a lab specimen in front of them. I recalled my earlier description of embarrassment as "enhanced self-consciousness." Well it's enhanced out the wazoo now. I'm the center of attention of a roomful of high-spirited boys, all under instruction to make me cum in public.
Zuchter started wriggling excitedly against me yet again; my own excitement began rising in response.
Then I heard a sudden bark from near the door. Of course. If everybody was here, somebody would be bringing Puppy.
There were at least thirty different conversations around us, discussing what they should do. Suddenly the voice of Sherman, one of the Third Years serving as the First Years' dorm parent, cut through the room. He was accustomed to the role of authority figure. "Okay, we can't have fifty or seventy different contests. Everybody choose different sides, but we should just have two, at most four boys stimulating them..."
From near the door, Tristan called out, "What about having Puppy do it?"
There were shouts of affirmation, one voice saying, "Yeah, he'd be neutral." Another asked, "How will he know what he's supposed to be doing?"
Several boys, it turned out, knew how much Puppy loved chocolate.
Four boys had lifted the two of us and the plastic sheet underneath us, very carefully, and set us gently on the floor. Now Puppy was eagerly licking both of us; Sherman took charge, and started dribbling chocolate impartially on each of us.
I'd been curious to know Zuchter's sensation when Runner had done this to him a few weeks ago. Not sufficiently curious to try to find out, but now I was learning anyway.
Each touch of Puppy's tongue, dragged wetly along my skin, was like a pebble dropped in a pond — ripples of tingling spread outward from each spot to all of my skin, waves of sensation overlapping, reinforcing. I was breathing hard, with continual sighs, and I could feel the hot breath from Zuchter's nose against my cock. This time I wasn't actively trying to stimulate Zuchter with my mouth — I just rode the waves of Zuchter's frantic movements in self-defense; Zuchter was doing the same at his end.
I was barely conscious of the sound of a room filled with boys shouting encouragement and exhortations; many of their evenings would turn on the outcome of this competition in which Zuchter and I were helpless, sexually frantic game pieces. All of my attention was occupied with pure sensation.
I came again, a sudden explosion. I had a mental image of a dog violently shaking a squeeze toy in its mouth, with myself as the toy — I suspect Puppy's presence had inspired the image, though Puppy was still doing nothing more than licking.
As the shaking slowly subsided, I was aware of cheers throughout half of the room — the half standing behind me.
Zuchter's cock was still pounding my mouth, and the thought slowly filtered through my mind that Zuchter hadn't reached his own peak yet. I tightened my arms and sucked Zuchter down my throat, as deep as I could, again and again. Zuchter's sudden rigidity and muffled scream told me that Zuchter was now, to put it very mildly, satisfied.
Sherman at last pulled Puppy away with a promise of more chocolate elsewhere, and I was drifting on a cloud, lightly tickled by droplets of sweat running downward everywhere on my body. I was half-aware that the boys were filing past me on their way out of the room. One by one they kissed my hip, flank, or forehead and quietly said goodbye.
I swam out of a dream to find that my hands were already free, Zuchter's cock removed from my mouth. I rested on my back, my thoughts sluggish. Runner was untying the ropes around my knees and ankles.
Still naked, I leaned heavily against Runner as we navigated the corridors back to our room. Marcus and the likewise nude, groggy Zuchter followed us.
I reached for a doorknob, and pushed open the door despite Marcus's sharp whisper of "Wynn, wait!"
I headed toward the bed, but pulled up short when I saw it was occupied.
Holden and Hamish were tied together in the same position, with the same equipment, as Zuchter and I had been in the caf. I couldn't tell which brother's head was visible from where I stood, each with his mouth full of the other's cock, thrusting in and out. They were rocking on the bed, their breath whistling in and out of their noses like steam engines, obviously nearing a sexual peak, seemingly oblivious to the presence of their four friends.
Marcus gently pulled me out of the room, whispering, "They wanted to try it."
I frowned, and muttered, "Wha' they doing in my room?"
Marcus closed the door, and whispered patiently, "It's their room, Wynn. You're two doors further down."
" 'Kay." I allowed myself to be led to the proper door and my own room.
Marcus asked Zuchter if he wanted a shower, to which Zuchter vaguely responded, "Morning." I realized Runner was asking me the same thing. I smiled tiredly and shook my head. I was dimly aware I was smeared with sticky, drying chocolate, but I couldn't focus enough to attach much importance to it. Not with a bed visible in the foreground.
After Zuchter had dropped onto the bed, I somehow found the strength to crawl in beside him, putting my arms around him as he put his around me. Runner kissed me lightly on the cheek, and I heard the door close as Runner followed Marcus to Marcus's room.
I wriggled against Zuchter, and felt Zuchter's soft kiss, heard Zuchter ask, "Did you like it?"
I tightened my arms around Zuchter to as much as I could while so tired, and chuckled. "Loved it. Thank you."
Zuchter smiled, with his eyes closed, too weak to open them. His voice barely making a sound, he said, "So you understand?"
I kissed him. "Mmm-hm." Carefully enunciating so Zuchter would know I was sincere, I added, "Totally."
As near sleep as he was, Zuchter's face still lit up. "I'm glad."
Sleep took both of us together, our lips still pressed together.