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Stevie looked into those piercing pools of hazel and dived deep into their crystalline depths, as he pulled down those red boxer briefs and started stroking the cock of the man of his dreams and obviously enjoying it. Aaron was getting off on this as much as Stevie, and that was all the encouragement Stevie needed. Aaron, at 19, was only one year older than Steven and his dark brown, styled hair shook with the pleasure he was receiving. "Oh Stevie, I'm going to cum, man. I'm gonna shoot. Ahhhhhhhhh..." Stevie's eyes shot open with the images of Aaron shooting still fresh in his mind. It was the early hours of the morning as he lay there on his bed, slowly coming down from the second most incredible dream he ever had within the space of one day. The first dream happened earlier today in the showers. What a day this has been, thought Stevie as he sat up in bed. Bad enough jerking off about it at the gym, but now he was even dreaming about doing it with Aaron. He just couldn't work out what got into him and why he was suddenly so infatuated with his morning shift manager from Burger King. His morning had started off with a light spar session at the martial arts school to get rid of any last minute kinks before the tournament in the afternoon. While he is changing into his uniform, he gets propositioned as well as a feel up from the very guy he is supposed to be fighting. He ends up going down to the dude because he can't get the vision and feel of the dude's hard, throbbing cock out of his head. On top of that he had to fess up to his karate coach that he has the hots for his competitor and his hormones took over, which is why he took a pounding in the tournament. If that wasn't bad enough, he daydreams in the shower about getting it off with his Manager and coats the shower walls with his jizz. To top it off, just before heading off to work, he practically has a wet dream about the guy again. Can it get any better than this, or is this a typical day in the life of an eighteen year old virgin? Stevie wondered. Glancing over at the clock, he had just half an hour to have a shower, get dressed, and head off to work. While the breakfast shift didn't start until about 7am, Stevie always liked to get to work just before 4:45am so he could spend some time alone with Aaron. Well as alone as you can get with the maintenance guy there as well, anyway. Not that anything had ever happened when they were alone, much to Steven's regret. But he just liked being the centre of Aaron's attention and that was the best time to have it. Some of his more memorable moments with Aaron were spent in the washroom while filling cloth buckets with warm, sanitised water, and changing the oil in the cooking vats. These were the times before the rest of the crew started, and Aaron was like one of the boys instead of store manager, and he opened up and talking to Stevie like they were best mates. At first Aaron used to kid around that Stevie was trying to get a promotion to Assistant Manager, but he really enjoyed Steven's company in those early hours, too. If Stevie only knew what was going through Aaron's mind. In record time Steven had showered, shaved, pampered and changed and was standing outside Burger King just as the sun was starting to rise, and the birds in the nearby park were warbling their early morning song. Normally, the maintenance guy was there to open up and let Stevie in, before Aaron had even arrived. The guy normally gets in about 4am, but this morning it was Aaron who opened the door for Stevie. "Hi stud, looks like I finally get to beat my number one employee!" said Aaron. "Excuse me?" replied Stevie, not sure if he had heard correctly. "Ralph called in saying he was sick, so its only you and I here until the shift starts. SO I finally got here before you did. This day has to be added to the Book of world records." Aaron smiled giving Steven a nudge and ushering him into the restaurant. Greetings were exchanged and the guys began their normal ritual of preparing for the breakfast rush. Stevie noticed there seemed to be something different about Aaron this morning. Every time he looked over at Aaron, it seemed as though he was watching him. Steven put it down to his over-active infatuation with Aaron lately and went to back to work ignoring the stares and feeling of being watched. A couple of hours went by and all that was left before the gang arrived for the shift was to clean out the oil vats. It was not a task he particularly enjoyed this morning as his muscles were a little stiff from competition, but it had to be done and Stevie was the one to do it. As Steven bent over the vat and began cleaning it out with a cloth once it was emptied, Aaron looked over at his young protege once more. His top half was bent over into the vat, giving Aaron a perfect view of those twin orbs that begged to be pinched and touched and kneaded. It took all of Aaron's self control not to go straight over there and pull down Stevie's pants there and then to worship those buttocks they way they should be. Lost in his dream of rimming those beautiful buns of Steven, he did not know how long he stood there in wanton desire. Next thing he knew, Aaron was standing right behind Stevie. He pressed his hips forward and made contact with the warmth of that mouth-watering flesh. Stevie was startled by the sudden contact and stood up straight, falling back into Aaron's arms. "Whoa, sorry big guy". Said Aaron, "I didn't mean to startle you. I was just looking to see how far along you were with the vat. "Ummm, that's okay." Replied Stevie, "I didn't know you were standing there, that's all." Aaron's arms were still wrapped around Stevie's waist and his hips were still pressed against Stevie's backside. Maybe it was Stevie's imagination, but he was sure he felt something hard pressed up against his buns as well. Was this turning on Aaron? Stevie liked the body contact and did nothing to stop Aaron from holding on. The arms around the waist, the contact of Aaron's hips against him, and the warmth of his breath tickling the hairs on the back of his neck, were all having the desired effect on him as well. Steven wanted those hands around him to work their way into his pants and find the growing hardness, but even this contact was more than Stevie could have hoped for. Realising that he couldn't hold on to the young stud any longer without making it obvious that he had ulterior motives to just steadying his friend, Aaron grudgingly let go of his hold on Steven. Steven turned around to face his manager and smiled. Aaron smiled back and placed his hands on Steven's shoulders. Steven's muscles were a little tender from the exertion and winced slightly from the contact. "Hey, you a little tender there? Maybe you better finish with the vat and come over here and I'll get those kinks out of your muscles." "No, it's alright. I'm just a little tense. It'll go away as the day goes on." "Bull-crap. I can't have my best employee getting all stiff in the middle of the breakfast rush now, can I? I wouldn't know how to handle it if that happened. So you let me take care of it now for you before it gets too much to handle." Before Stevie could utter another protest, he was dragged over to the tables and forced to straddle a chair backwards while Aaron rested against a table behind him and began to work on Steven's shoulders and neck muscles. "Actually after the punishment you took this at the comp today, I'm surprised you even made it to work today at all?" "How did you know about the comp? Ohhhh. That feels nice. Don't tell me the rumour mill is spreading the word about my defeat already? Ahhhhh!" "No. No one is talking about it. I was there." "You were there? You saw my bout? I didn't even know you liked karate? Why didn't you come say hello?" "I don't like karate as such. Let's just say I have other interests in being there. You looked pretty psyched up before the bout so I didn't want to break your concentration. After the fight you were pretty down, so I thought I'd better leave you alone." "Next time you come you better make sure you say hello. I'd love to introduce you to my coach, I'm sure you two would hit it off. You guys are the best two friends I have." Stevie suddenly realised what he was saying and shut up before he blurted out just how much he liked Aaron. It was as though the massaging was breaking down his defences and releasing his inhibitions. It felt better than he ever thought it would, and it was his fantasy guy who was giving it to him. "This feels fantastic Aaron. Where did you learn to do this? You take a course or something?" "No course. I've just had plenty of practice. My brother used to play football and I just to soothe his muscles after the game because the nerve in his shoulder used to seize up from time to time. You kind of pick up things along the way about what feels good." Aaron glanced over the shoulder of his friend while he worked on those muscles and noticed that Stevie was enjoying the massage very much indeed. The front of his pants were tented out and it looked like the beginnings of a wet spot forming at the head. "Stevie, if you like I could give you a full body massage. Why don't you lie down on the table here and I could work on your back muscles?" "Okay, you're the boss." Said Stevie, never missing an opportunity to have Aaron's hands upon him. Steven got off the chair and lay out on the table with his arms and legs dangling off the sides, while Aaron went to work on Stevie's back. The heels of his Aaron's palms worked their way down Steven's back in small circles, taking away the aches of stretched muscles. Lower, and lower those hands travelled until they rested at Stevie's lower back. It had become more than just a therapeutic massage as those hands hovered over Steven's buttocks. To hold those twin orbs in his palms would take both guys to a place where neither would be willing to turn back from. It was the time of reckoning a time where both wanted to give in to their desires, being unaware of the other's lust. Aaron's hand moved over those pert buns and felt the warmth and solidness beneath him. A sigh escaped from Steven's lips as Aaron kneaded those huge muscles as though he was a baker preparing the dough. Steven felt his hardness grinding against the tabletop, as Aaron worked on him from above. He felt those hands taking him to a new plain for pleasure and he did not want it to stop. But he wanted Aaron to stop working on his arse so he could turn over and show Aaron just how much he really wanted him. He wanted his fantasy man to take his hard member in his hands and bring him to a joyous climax. Then he wanted to get down on his knees and give his boss a blowjob right here in the restaurant where they worked. There was much that both boys wanted to happen, but this was as far as it was going to get for now. The shift crew began arriving and the massage was abruptly halted. Aaron noticed the pulsing member of Stevie's as he got off the table. Seven noticed Aaron's hard phallus as he glanced down at his friend as they made their way behind the counter. In that moment both knew of the other's desire, but for now it would have to wait. Within minutes of the first arrival, the restaurant began to fill with hungry patrons eager to get their morning fill before the dawning of a new working day. Stevie was assigned to the drive-thru while Aaron hovered around the front counter. Both were too busy to think about the turn of events of the morning even though both wanted to say something to the other, to tell each other know it was okay. Stevie was thinking about how Aaron's hands felt on him as another car pulled up to the window. "Good morning, can I take your order please?" said Stevie. "Hi stud. Can I have a burger and a blowjob?" asked the driver. Stevie's head jerked up as he looked out at the insolent driver. It was none other than George Fragopoulos, the dude who had kicked his butt in the karate tournament, smiling at Stevie's discomfort while groping himself. "Will you keep it down?" said Stevie looking around worriedly in case one of his co-workers had overhead George's comments. "You'll get me in trouble with my boss." "Don't worry stud, I've got it all in hand. So you want to give me a blow to start the day for me?" "Did you just come here to hassle me and get me fired?" "You won't get fired, believe me. But I've got these free breakfast coupons and I've come here to use them. Having you here is a bonus. I tell ya what, instead of giving me head in front of your friends, you can meet me when you get off work down behind the Christian Brothers College ovals, off Wakefields. I normally do a few laps down there before a workout and you can help me out." "What makes you think I'm going to even show?" "You'll show, stud. You want a taste of this." Said George, giving his dick another squeeze. "And if you don't, I'll just have to tell your boss here how much you like my dick." "You wouldn't dare." "I won't have to because you'll do what I say anyway. Now get me my breakfast like a good boy and I'll see you later. I'm going to make it worth your while, believe me. Might even be a surprise or two in store for you." Stevie didn't even acknowledge that last remark and went about filling George's breakfast order. The guy was an insolent prick who thought he could get his own way. No way was he going to show up at the Ovals. George had no proof and it would be just his word against Stevie's. But the rumours would do the damage, Stevie had seen how the gossip mongers had destroyed friendships, reputations and budding relationships. Stevie had to get the upperhand and the only way to do this would be to confront George after work away from his co-workers. He decided to do it after work, but first he had to decide what to do about Aaron. Why did life have to be so complicated? "You'll show, stud. You want a taste of this. I'm going to make it worth your while, believe me. Might even be a surprise or two in store for you". Those words echoed through Steven's mind, as he sat at the Drive Thru of the Burger King restaurant, filling the breakfast orders of hungry patrons. George Fragopolous, who had become Stevie's nemesis, had dropped in and given an special order that he wanted Steve to fill after work. Every time there was a break in traffic orders, Stevie's mind filled up with the vision of George. He was wearing a blue mesh top with 69 emblazoned across its front. You could see his taunt muscles bulging beneath the material and his pert nipples stood out, signalling his excitement. George leaned back in his seat when he knew he had Stevie's interest and one hand lifted up his top to reveal his belly, and that lovely treasure trail which dove down into the blue boxers that he was wearing under his track pants. His hardness was clearly visible as it throbbed in his pants. To emphasise his interest, George gave his dick another squeeze. Stevie looked at him groping himself; he couldn't tear his eyes away. He realised George was watching him and he looked up and their eyes met, before Steven looked away. The scary part was that this prick was one hell of a spunk, and part of Stevie actually wanted to jump over the counter, dive through George's open window, land in his lap and give him the blow job he was craving. But he also knew that the moment he did, he would become the dude's sex slave forever. He had never had sex with anyone before, and he wanted it to be special, to be with someone he loved. So no matter how many times he had these lustful thoughts about guys, he never acted upon them. Otherwise his karate coach and his work manager would be getting more sex than they could handle from him. Stevie especially didn't want it to be with some guy who thinks he's God's gift to women, but still needs guys to give him head because he can't get any with the girls. The way George carried on, Stevie was already his sex slave, almost as though he was used to this kind of thing. Stevie wondered if George is Bi, or a closet gay? Maybe George's reputation is a smoke screen after all. There had to be a way out of this, but right now, Steven didn't know what it was. Just the same, he was going to confront George after work and put an end to the hassling. As the lunch crew began to file into the restaurant, Stevie finished tidying up and went over to Aaron who was also getting ready to leave. "You going too, Aaron?" asked Stevie by way of conversation. "Yeah, I've got to go to the bank and make a deposit before it closes. Listen, we have to talk about this morning, but I'm running late for my appointment. Can we talk about it tomorrow before work?" "Look, don't sweat it, Aaron. You give a great massage and I was disappointed we had to stop, it felt awesome. I appreciated you helping me out, it means a lot to me." "Really?" asked Aaron, now beaming with a huge grin, "We could do it some more if you like? The massage I mean. I didn't get the chance to make a good job of it, I mean only half finishing it. How about I come around to your place tonight and finish what we started?" "Umm, I don't know." "Come on, Stevie. You'll enjoy it. It will me fun. If start to feel uncomfortable I'll stop, no biggie. Is Eight O'clock okay with you?" "Okay then." "Sweet, I'll see you tonight then." Said Aaron giving me a nudge and a grin and walking out to his car. "Wait, I haven't told you where I live?" "I already know, big guy. See you tonight, gotta rush." Suddenly Steven was on cloud 9 because his fantasy man knew where he lived and would be coming over to meet him tonight. Its no big deal, thought Stevie, of course the manager would know where all his employees lived. Besides it wouldn't take much to look it up on the computer anyway. It still gave Stevie a thrill, knowing that Aaron cared enough to know where he lived. It put a smile on his face as he walked through the city on his way home. Since he was going passed this way, on route to the Christian Brothers College, he decided to pick his 35mm camera that was being repaired. He grabbed a couple of rolls of film as well because there were bound to be some hot studs working out on the ovals and Stevie liked nothing better than to take shots of hot studs who were half-naked and had large bulges protruding from tight shorts and track pants. He'd purchased a special telephoto lens for the camera that got him really close to the action without his subjects knowing they were being photographed. It set him back a fair bit, but it was worth it for some of the shots he got. He had more photos in his private collection than he showed to most people and more than one had a few cum stains on them, too. He was going to make sure this rendezvous with George wasn't going to be a total waste. He might even get a few choice pics of the stud as well. It was a warm sunny day, and Stevie had worked up a bit of a sweat by the time he made it down to the ovals behind Wakefields. The ovals themselves were deserted as all the school kids were still in class, but two figures had just finished doing some laps and could be seen doing stretches to cool down. As he got closer, Stevie noticed that one of those figures was wearing a blue mesh top with 69 emblazoned across its front, so Stevie knew he had come to the right place. He decided to sneak around and approach the ovals from the other side. The grounds were set beside parklands on the far side, and the school kids often used the bush to hide from teachers while taking a smoke. From this vantagepoint, Stevie had a perfect view of the George and his friend, being hidden by the foliage along the side of the oval. The trees cast shadows over the area, and unless Stevie walked out of the shadows, no one would know he was there. He decided to try out his camera, and loaded a roll of film into it in preparation for a few shots. As Steven focused his camera on the two boys with their hands on each other's shoulder for balance while stretching their hamstrings and calves, he realised George's companion was none other than Brad. He used to be part of the karate squad until he moved to the other side of the city. He and Stevie used to compete for the captaincy on many occasions with Stevie always being the better man. There was no love lost between the two of them, though they had always respected each other, despite being friendly rivals. It was actually a relief when Brad stopped training and a lot of the tension in the squad disappeared. No one realised how tense everyone was around Brad until he left. He always seemed on edge, and only the coach seemed to be able to control him. It was ironic that he was now hanging with George, Stevie's current nemesis. Both guys stopped stretching and stood up, though Brad did not take his hands away from George's shoulders. George's glance darted around looking to see if anyone else was around. "Feels like you have a bit of tension in those shoulders. Why do you keep looking around? You've been like the cat that doesn't want to be caught with the canary in its mouth. You expecting someone?" "I told you we were going to get rid of our built up tensions. I was hoping the dude to do it would be here by now." "Chill out, Georgie. I'll take care of you until the dude arrives." Brad moved around behind George and started massaging his shoulders. It felt good to have Brad work on those shoulders. George didn't realise how tense he was, or how good Brad's fingers where to get deep into those knotted muscles of his neck. George was practically purring under Bradley's caress. Those hands moved down from the shoulder and neck and slipped down under the mesh top, then up to those pectoral muscles and pert nipples. One hand pinched and squeezed a nipple while the other hand rubbed around those abdominals and then down into George's pants to massage his groin and pubes. He felt Brad's hot breath on his neck, and boner pushing against his ass. George's own dick had blown up to full size and wanted Brad's hand wrapped around it. Georgie didn't expect Brad to come on to him, but he liked it really well. Stevie couldn't believe what he was seeing. Brad, the macho stud of the karate squad, was fondling a guy and kissing him on the neck. The telephoto lens zoomed in to show about 9 inches of steel poking out from the leg of Brad's loose-fitting jogging shorts before he moved din to rub it between those tight buns of George's behind. It was a feeling that George obviously enjoyed as his own track pants had tented out as Brad's hand groped around him there. Steve began to wish he had brought more than just a couple of rolls of film with him. He expected to get a few shirtless shots as the guys worked out, but this workout was even better than he had hoped. It was lucky the camera was autofocus, as Steve was absorbed in the heavy petting going on down on the oval. Brad had moved around in front of George, and looked into his hungry eyes and smiled knowing that George wanted it as much as he did. This was the first time that Stevie had seen Brad smile. It was a very nice smile, which seemed to light up his face. Stevie thought Brad would have got a lot more out of the squad if he had smiled more instead of walking around with a continual scowl. Stevie realised that he was actually attracted to Brad, and wished that he were there in Bradley's arms instead of George. Brad had dark wavy hair that hung down one side over those nice brown eyes, and he was forever pushing it back, except when he wore his bandanna on his head. Stevie's lens wandered all over Brad's taut body as Stevie saw his friend in a new light. The contours of his muscles in his back were easily seen through the dampness of the sweat on his shirt. His body definitely looked hot and photographed nicely. He was going to be a welcome addition to Stevie's collection. Standing there looking into each other's eyes, Brad slowly put his hand on George's thigh. George jerked away for a second but then Brad tried it a second time. This time George didn't pull away. He just let Brad do what he wanted. Brad moved in and started kissing and biting George's neck, like a vampire hungry for a kill, while his hands slid up my George's thighs and massaging his groin. Stevie felt a stirring in his groin as he recorded the action on film. Stevie wanted Brad to blow George so he could see that hard piece of meat once more and photograph it. As if reading Stevie's thoughts, Brad dropped to his knees and pulled down George's pants. His touch was very gentle and soothing on George's hot body. Those expert hands took George's throbber and began to manipulate that muscle as George picked up the rhythm with his fucking hips. Stevie took picture after picture as that pecker slid in and out of Brad's hands. The look of hunger and joy on both boys' faces showed how much they enjoyed giving each other pleasure. With Brad on his knees, George wanted him to put his mouth on his big juicy cock, and suck his dick, but Brad had other plans. Once George had a rhythm going and was really getting into it, Brad stopped and let go of that throbbing boner. He watched as it pulsed on its own, mere inches away from his mouth. George looked down at his friend through eyes glazed with lust, realising that his dick was not being worked over. "Why did you ?" "Shhh." Said Brad as he stood up and deep throated his friend in a long hard kiss. He began fucking his mouth with his tongue while continuing to masturbate George's monkey. George was being over-stimulated and knew that he would not last much longer. His balls were churning up a load that promised to flood the whole oval in a sea of hot jism. Once more at the height of passion, Bradd stopped jerking his friend and pulled back from the kiss. Now Brad had his friend where he wanted him, willing to do anything to get off. The look in George's eyes said it all. He dropped his pants and pushed George down onto his knees. He thrust his hips forward and buried George's face in his groin. Immediately George opened his mouth and took Brad's huge pecker all the way as though he had swallowed this whopper before. Who ever thought that George would be seen being face fucked and loving it? Everyone was right into the action, including Stevie who was almost through his second roll of film. No one knew how difficult it was to watch two hot studs get off on each other, while trying to take photos, and have your own throbbing bone crave for attention as well. The second roll was finished and Stevie peeked over the camera in time to see someone in the distance jogging towards the boys. Another jogger had come onto the grounds and the boys were oblivious to the new presence making his way towards them. Stevie's first instinct was to yell out to George and Brad so they wouldn't be caught, but it would also give away his position and role in this voyeuristic exchange. They would have to take their own chances with this intruder. Closer and closer the jogger came as Brad continued to plow George's face with his hard member. The jogger stopped when he spotted the two boys hard at it, and then continued to walk towards them. Brad noticed the intruder and pulled his dick from George's mouth and nodded towards the jogger. George looked over towards where Brad indicated, smiled and got to his feet. He walked over towards the jogger, wrapped his arms around his waist, and gave the intruder a long hard kiss. Stevie's camera clattered to the ground as it fell from his hands. He could not believe his eyes. There, in Stevie peeked over the camera in time to see another jogger in the distance come onto the grounds and the boys were oblivious to the new presence making his way towards them. Stevie's first instinct was to yell out to George and Brad so they wouldn't be caught, but it would also give away his position and role in this voyeuristic exchange. They would have to take their own chances with this intruder. The jogger stopped when he spotted the two boys hard at it, and then continued to walk towards them. George looked over, smiled and got to his feet and walked over towards the jogger watching them. He wrapped his arms around his waist, and gave the intruder a long hard kiss. At first Brad was blocking the view of the intruder, but when Brad moved Stevie's camera clattered to the ground as it fell from his hands. He could not believe his eyes. There, in the arms of his nemesis, was his own fantasy-man, Aaron. Steven was stunned. The morning shift manager of Burger King, his early morning friend and confidante, and the man of his jerk-off fantasies, was now in the arms of the karate kid who has been tormenting him. His first thought was to walk up behind George and give him an axe-kick on the side of the head while he was deep-throating his friend. Then he thought better of it because he would have to deal with Brad as well. He was angry enough to take them both on, but while he couldn't control his anger, they had the advantage. Instead he decided to bid a silent retreat back into the bush and then around behind the ovals and disappear unnoticed. He needed some time to think about this. He just could not believe that Aaron could be intimate with a prick like George. So as silently as he arrived, Stevie slipped away leaving the three guys on the ovals to have their fun. Stevie was gone and didn't see Aaron push George away from him. "What do you think you're doing?" asked George. "You've had your fun, George. I've done what you asked, I'm here. But it doesn't mean I have to play your games with you and your toy boy here." "You have it wrong, Aaron. You're my toy boy, and you will do what I ask and play my games for as long as I say so. Just remember I have a video of you getting it off with that young stud, Ricky, and unless you want me to put it on the net for all to see, you are going to jump when I say jump, and beg for more. You got it?" "You're going too far, George. This is a not the place to play your control games. This is a public place next to school grounds. If we're caught here we are all dead." "He's right, George. Maybe we should take it somewhere more private. " said Brad, "Why did you choose this spot anyway?" "I was hoping someone else would be here for the party. But let's go over into the bush for a little more privacy then. But first you're going to do a little strip-tease for us, Burger boy, just so you know who the Masters are here." "What here??" "Don't talk back to me Burger boy! From now on you don't speak unless I tell you to speak. Now get those clothes off so we can see those blonde pubes of yours." Aaron glared at his new Master, but knew he was unable to do anything yet. As long as George had that tape, he was under his control. He slipped the t-shirt over his head, and then lowered those red satin jogging shorts down to his knees, revealing a pair of light blue briefs that had begun to bulge despite Aaron's better judgement. "Looks like Burger boy is enjoying this as much as we are, George." "Okay Burger boy, you can leave the clothes here. Let's go into the bushes and get down to some real fun." Aaron was relieved they let him keep his briefs on out here in the open, but wasn't too keen on having to leave his shorts and T-shirt behind. He threw them over to the thicker scrub beside the oval where the bushtrack lead down into the clearing deeper into the bush. At least no one would run off with the clothes unless they were looking for them. It didn't take long for them to get to the clearing that was away from prying eyes. Aaron was thankful for that, at least. He didn't know what these two had planned for him, but the bulges in their shorts hadn't died down, so he knew it was not going to be good in some ways. Part of him also liked the idea of being slave to two such hot guys as George and Brad. Aaron hadn't notice the two boys come up on either side of him. Each grabbed an arm and brought him over to a large gum tree with a nice smooth trunk, which felt good against his bare skin. Pinned against the tree, George and Brad started kissing him and fondling his balls and dick through the thin material of his briefs. Brad began working his way down Aaron's body, licking his neck, shoulders, and chest until he found those nice hard nipples. Meanwhile George had knelt in front of Aaron and was playing with his erection as it stuck out of Aaron's blue briefs. When he was fully hard, George tore the briefs from Aaron's body. "Hey, what do you think you're doing??" shouted Aaron who had been engrossed in Brad's nipple play. George stood up and pinned Aaron to the tree. Aaron could feel his erection sparring with George's own boner confined in his shorts. They were face to face, body to body, eye to eye. George had a stern look in his eye, and for the first time Aaron was afraid. George liked the look of fear he saw in those eyes and softened a little, though a leer stretched out that face of power. "I think that we're going to have to give you a demonstration of who is the boss around here. I told you not to talk unless I said you could, remember?" A look of shock and fear came over Aaron's face. He could both try and fight his way out against two karate kids, or he would have to face whatever punishment was in store for him. Either option was not encouraging. The adrenaline rush Aaron experienced started him shaking. But it was more than just fear, there was also a sense of excitement about what was about to happen. His cock grew harder than he ever remembered it getting. "Look at the hardon throbbing in his briefs, George!" exclaimed Brad. "Do your job first", said George, "We have plenty of time to play later." While George had Aaron pinned to the tree, Brad had taken out some rope from their hidden place and tied each of Aaron's hands and feet. These he wrapped around behind the tree and pulled them tight. Now his arms were tied around behind the tree and his ankles were spread wide. "There". Said George stepping back and looking at their tied up slave. "What are we going to do with him now?" asked Brad while licking his lips. "Well I had hoped that our Burger King here was going to have a little Prince to play with, but since he isn't here, you'll get to do whatever you want with him Bradley boy. You'd like that wouldn't you?" "Oh yeah!" smiled Brad, unable to take his eyes off the bulge in Aaron's briefs. George noticed Brad was entranced by Aaron's cloth covered prick, like a puppy being teased by a bone. "Here, let me start things off for you, Brad." George reached into his bag that was also hidden in the bushes and pulled out a pocketknife and a pair of socks. The socks looked like that had been worn and George scrunched one of the socks up and made a ball of it. Aaron was wary of what George was going to do with the socks and the knife, but he thought better than to protest just yet. He wasn't in much of a position to complain anyway. Suddenly George was up against him and has stripped to his briefs too. He moved over to Aaron, and pressed his body up against his tied captive. Their chest hairs mingled while their hardening cocks meshed together as well. George kissed Aaron on the cheek as his breath sent a shiver of anticipation through Aaron. Then he bent over him and began licking his neck. The feel of George's tongue was soothing on Aaron's skin. His dick throbbed involuntarily as George began to tongue his way down Aaron's body. When he came to the nipples, George began lightly biting first one then the other of Aaron's nipples. Aaron moaned as George's mouth did its work on him. In the meantime, Brad had stripped off naked and was slowly jerking his pulsating prick as he watched his friend kiss and lick their captive. Not wanting to miss out on the fun, Brad crawled over to the tree and began to lick both Aaron and George's legs as well. He licked from one leg all the way across to the other as George gyrated his hips against Aaron's. He licking legs all the way up the ankle, knee, and then thigh to the hip of Aaron's and then across to George's hip and back down George's leg, stimulating both boys. With his nipples getting a workover from George, and Brad giving his leg a tongue bath, Aaron began to enjoy being captive to these guys. George lowered himself down Aaron's body, as Brad began to french kiss with Aaron. Being tied up and getting kissed, Aaron failed to notice that George had the pocketknife in his hand and had cut away the briefs that covered Aaron's now hard, throbbing member. It was when the cool breeze caressed his groin that Aaron realised he was naked, but at that moment he did not care. His body was being taken to sexual heights he had not anticipated. With Aaron's cock now hanging free, George went to work on it, lapping up the drops of precum oozing from the head before deep-throating it as Brad moved over to continue working on Aaron's hard nipples. The thrill of having sex outdoors combined with the bondage scenario heightened the sexual pleasure of all three boys who were getting close to eruption. Brad was the first one to explode. He was humping Aaron's leg while sucking on Aaron's tongue. The pleasure he began to feel was indescribable! Without someone sucking his rod or pulling it, Brad wasn't prepared for the level of pleasure he was experiencing sucking on Aaron's tongue and humping his leg. He began to feel his balls tighten up and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. He wanted this release, and he needed this release. He grabbed Aaron's dick in his hands and began thrusting his own boner in between his hands and Aaron's cock. The double stimulation of his own hands and someone else's bone was enough to send Brad over the edge. It felt so incredible that he almost lost his balance as spurt after spurt was released, covering Aaron in the hot jism. In the meantime George had retrieved some strips of leather and while Brad was once more kissing Aaron in post-orgasmic pleasure, he slipped the cords around Aaron's hard cock and balls and tied them off tightly. Aaron screamed at the sudden tightness felt around his balls. At first he thought that George had taken the knife to them and cut them off. In actual fact he had Aaron in a homemade cockring that prevented Aaron from shooting his load. "Now my turn to have some fun with our Burger boy here." Leered George, "But first we'll have to make sure you don't scream again." George walked over to Aaron and pulled hard on his tied up balls. The pain went through Aaron's entire groin and he screamed in sudden pain. George took this opportunity to stuff the balled up sock in Aaron's mouth, and used the other sock to tie around his head in an improvised gag. "That should do nicely." Smiled George admiring his handiwork. At that moment the school bell resounded throughout the grounds. "Shit! That means school kids are going to be all over here in a minute. Grab your stuff, Brad. We'll have to save our fun for another time." "What about the dude? Are we just going to leave him here?" "I don't see why not? He should have been here sooner so we could have our fun. This will be a lesson to him for not doing what he is told." So Brad and George gathered up their things as Brad watched in horror at the thought of being left here. "We have another tournament on the weekend, Burger boy, and you are going to be there. When it's over, we are going to have our fun. You got that?" Aaron nodded, being unable to speak. George smiled and slapped Brad on the shoulder before the two of them departed, leaving Aaron tied to the tree. He struggled to release his bonds but to no avail. Just then he heard voices, and the sounds of people walking through the bush in his direction. Here he was tied up and with a raging hardon that wouldn't go down, couldn't go down because it too was tied. Hopefully they would untie him and set him free from this humiliation. It had all been a strangely erotic nightmare. "Whoa, guys! Look what I've found, you won't believe it!" Stevie looked over at the clock for about the hundredth time. It now read 8:35pm. It had been several hours since he'd witnessed the morning shift manager of Burger King, his early morning friend and confidante, and the man of his jerk-off fantasies, in the arms of the karate kid who has been tormenting him. He just could not believe that Aaron could be intimate with a prick like George. Had he stayed there, Stevie would have seen that Aaron was a reluctant participant in this relationship, having been drawn to it in the same way George was trying to recruit Stevie. He also failed to see his boss get tied to the tree with George and Brad making love to Aaron, before they left him there as the bell from the nearby school sounded. An hour earlier, Stevie was ready to give Aaron a piece of his mind and confront him about what he saw. However now, with each passing moment, Stevie became more and more concerned about his friend. Aaron wanted to come over to Stevie's place tonight to give him the massage he didn't get to finish in the early hours of the morning. They decided to make a date and to meet at Stevie's place at eight o'clock. It was not like Aaron to stand anyone up. After all, it was his idea in the first place to meet. If he got held up, he would have called. It was Aaron's way. Stevie called Aaron's place, but got the answering machine. (He'd got Aaron's home number some time ago but was always afraid to use it) Next he called the Burger King restaurant, but they hadn't seen him since this afternoon either. Now Stevie was really worried. It would be silly to think that he would still be over at the ovals since it was several hours now since Stevie had last seen Aaron there, but a little voice in the back of Stevie's mind told him to go check it out anyway. Within minutes he was at the ovals but it was too dark to see anyone around. Taking out his flashlight, he retraced his steps of this afternoon back to where he had seen Aaron and George kissing. It was almost as though he still expected to see the three of them still at it, but the ovals were empty. It was then that he noticed some discarded clothes were thrown into the scrub just off the side of the oval. Immediately he recognised the clothing, it was Aaron's. Just up from where he found the clothes was a dirt track leading into the bush. On a hunch, Stevie decided to follow the track. Deeper and deeper into the bush he went until he came to a clearing that was secluded from the oval nearby. He noticed some ropes that were tied to a tree, which was unusual to find here. A sudden moan to the side of him, startled Stevie and he whizzed the beam of light around to find a naked body had been stretched out and tied face down around a log. He knew that body anywhere, even without clothes. He had found Aaron at last. 'Oh my god,' thought Stevie. 'What did they do to him? If he's hurt in any way I'm going to kill the bastards.' Aaron's head moved around as the light beam alighted on his body and Stevie noticed that he was gagged and unable to speak. He also noticed a pocketknife on the ground beside the log and he used this to cut the bonds around Aaron's hands and feet. Aaron's legs were wide apart and it was obvious that more that one person had their way with Aaron. Stevie didn't know whether to shout in rage or cry in sorrow at what Aaron must have been put through. Next laid Aaron down in the coma position and removed the gag to find a balled-up sock had also been inserted in Aaron's mouth. Aaron had seemed unconscious and Stevie was worried he might have choked to death until he noticed him breathing and he had a steady pulse. Stevie had always wanted Aaron naked in his arms, but this was not the way he expected it to be. He noticed that Aaron's groin was also bound and released him when Aaron stirred. "Nooooo.." he shouted and sat upright. "It's okay Aaron. Everything is going to be alright now. You're safe." "Steven? Is it really you?" "Yes it is. But don't worry about it right now. Let me get you back home where its warm. Come on." Stevie helped Aaron to his feet, and helped him put on his discarded shorts they could make it home without being arrested. Once they were home, Stevie got a blanket for Aaron and started a bath. A nice warm bath would help wash away the aches and pains and hopefully some of the memories too. So while the bath was running, andd Aaron had dozed off again while huddled in the blanket. Stevie called his karate coach, Adam, to come over and help him out. He explained the situation and the state he found Aaron in to his Sensei. As it turned out, Adam also had a doctor friend whom they could confide in, and they came over right away to give Aaron a checkout to make sure there was no serious damage done. The doctor then helped Aaron into the bath and left some sleeping pills with Stevie in case he needed them. By this time Adam had returned with some of Aaron's things as well as his car which Aaron had left on the other side of the ovals. He also brought in the overnight bag and some clothes that Aaron had requested. "We're going to have to do something about George and Brad." Said Adam when he was alone with Stevie. "I'm not even sure if they were the ones who did this to him, Sensei. I mean they seemed really friendly the last time I saw them. I couldn't believe they would do something like this." "That George has always had a bit of a mean streak in him. But its better we don't do anything until we get the full story from your friend. Will you two be all right?" "Yeah, we'll be fine. Thanks for your help, Adam. I don't know what I would have done without you." "When are your parents due home?" "Not until the following Monday." "Well I'm only a phone call away if you need anything. You better go and check on your friend to make sure he doesn't fall asleep in the shower and we'll talk tomorrow." "Will do. Thanks again." "Hey, I have to look after my sexy Champions anyway." Said Adam with a wink before walking out the door. Stevie helped Aaron with the bath, and amid some feeble protests from Aaron who had regained some of his strength, gave him a couple of the pills the doctor had left, helped Aaron into some boxers and put him in Stevie's bed to sleep it off. Stevie slept in the bedside chair, keeping vigil over his friend for the night. He could have slept in the same bed, but in light of the circumstances he thought he chair was the better option. They both slept until the early hours of the morning when Stevie's alarm went off. As Aaron didn't stir, Stevie got changed for work and look Aaron's keys and left him a note in case he woke while Stevie was gone. Aaron looked so peaceful sleeping there in Stevie's bed that Stevie couldn't resist giving him a kiss on the forehead and a gentle rub on his cheek. He didn't want to leave Aaron alone but someone had to open up the restaurant or they would both lose their jobs, so he reluctantly left his fantasy boy alone in slumber in his bed.