Quick Author's note: I was going upload Pt3, but it's quite short so I took pity on you and added Pt 4 as well. Sometimes it's a lonely place releasing your work into the wild... so feel free to add comments, good or bad.. either way it's better than tumbleweed...
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Part 3:
Zach stood on the sidewalk next to the baseball field as the van drove away. He could barely believe all that had happened to him since he had left home for his usual run early in the morning. Now the sun was dipping toward the horizon, although the day was still warm, and the boy stood dumbly looking around himself as he tried to come to terms with suddenly being back in the regular world. It was so surreal, like stepping out of a dark movie theater into the bright sunshine of a summer afternoon, after watching some crazy horror movie. Just beyond the fence surrounding the baseball field were the batting cages, and four high school kids were gathered there only a few yards away watching Zach. When the barely clothed boy had climbed out of the van they had stopped what they were doing and gaped open mouthed. They kind of recognized Zach. He had been a Senior their Freshman year, and he had been somewhat of a star on the track and wrestling teams. Seeing him get out of some random guys van in the shortest of running shorts, which were clearly way too small for him, with his cock bulging lewdly in the tight translucent confines, was both shocking and titillating. As the four kids looked closer they saw red marks on Zach's obviously oiled up torso, and his nipples looked sore and swollen. Plus it looked like something dried and crusty clung to the undeniably buff looking older boy's stomach.
The biggest of the four boys spoke up in a loud stage whisper... "Dude I think that's cum on his belly!"
"Eww! Don't be gross." another scoffed.
"No! Really Dude, I think he's a fag, look at his faggy shorts!"
"Do you think he sucked that guy off in the back of that van?" A third boy queried.
"I don't know, let's ask." the first replied, "Hey fag was that your boyfriend? Did you suck him off in the back of his van?" All three boys found this hilarious and started yelling names at Zach, The bigger boy, obviously the ringleader, grabbed his crotch and shouted... "Hey fagboy! Wanna suck MY dick too?" which finally brought Zach out of his trance.
Flushing with embarrassment and for the first time in a long time feeling nearly naked and exposed in the tightly stretched shorts, Zach broke into a run, desperate to reach the safety of his home. As he turned and ran, the fourth boy, who had said nothing so far, broke his silence.
"Shit man, that was Zach Castro. He used to be on the wrestling team with my brother. Who knew he was a fucking queer?"
Zach ran as fast as he could, breaking a sweat quickly in the warm evening air. The taunts of the younger boys had humiliated him, and made him realize what a mess he was. He must look like some slutty, gay GoGo Boy in these super tight little shorts, and oil still slick on his torso. Feeling this self conscious was a new experience for Zach. His normal swagger was long gone, and all he wanted was to get home and take a long hot shower. As he turned the corner into his street he uneasily acknowledged the waves of one or two of his neighbors. It felt to Zach that they knew what had been done to him and they were judging him, and shaking their heads behind his back. He need not have worried. In fact they barely batted an eyelid at Zach's state of dress, being used to his habitual easy-going exhibitionism around the neighborhood.
Breathing a sigh of relief he realized that his parents were not yet home as he turned into the driveway of the unremarkable tract house, almost identical to all the others in the street. He ran around to the back door, still unlocked as he had left it when he had gone for his run that morning. Sore and tired, he climbed the stairs to his bedroom, and sat on his bed putting his head in his hands. For long minutes he sat trying to make sense of all that had happened over the course of the day. He knew he should phone the police, and twice his hand rested on the cellphone sitting on his nightstand, but he just could not make himself do it. What would he tell them? Would they believe him? What would they say if they saw the video? What if it got out that he had been turned into some guys bitch for the day? He could never live that down.
He stood, and slipped the sneakers off his feet. Then he caught a glimpse of himself in the full length mirror on the back of the door leading to his bathroom. He looked at his reflection. His tanned torso still shimmering a little with the sweat from his run, and remnants of the oil he had been slathered in by the mysterious Man who had abducted him, and abused his fit young body. The translucent white shorts showed the contours of his prick clearly, with the fleshy tube showing through where the material hugged the shaft most tightly. As he looked he saw his cock twitch and begin to stiffen. He rubbed the palm of his hand across his nylon encased member. He felt so sordid and cheap. Used and tormented by that Man, he had allowed the twisted fuck to feed Zach his spunk. Yet despite his disgust at the thought, Zach's dick quickly became fully hard again. He peeled the clinging shorts down his long athletic thighs, freed his throbbing cock, and kicked slutty garment off his feet. Remembering the pain of the clamps on his tits, and the sting of the whip on his tightly muscled body, he began to slowly jack himself off. As he did so, a thought came unbidden to his head, and the image that had dogged his erotic nighttime imaginings, of himself bound on his knees being forced to suck cock, sprang into his mind. Zach stopped, and padded, naked and hard out of his bedroom, down the stairs and into the kitchen. Opening the fridge he rifled through the vegetable drawer until he found what he was looking for, and returned to his room. Lowering himself to his knees, and turning at an angle to the mirror he raised the zucchini to his lips, and licked at the tip of the vegetable. Then, little by little, he pushed the thing into his mouth, imagining it was a some strangers dick which he was being forced to suck. As he used his hot moist tongue to massage the length of the make-believe phallus, his other hand stroked his own drooling prick faster, and faster. Out of the corner of his eye Zach watched himself in the mirror. When he felt close to cumming Zach pushed the invading vegetable to the back of his throat, making himself gag on it. The imagined violation of his unwilling orifice pushed him over the edge, and Zach collected a fresh load of cum into his palm. He looked at the pool of fresh jizz cupped in his trembling hand, smeared the slimy semen onto the zucchini and forced himself to clean it off with his tongue like some well trained cocksucker. This was further than he had ever taken his secret fantasy before. The last time he had not been anywhere near as brazen, and yet it had freaked him out, and made him lock away his filthy imaginings, and bury his illicit feelings for well over a year, but this time it felt different. It felt like something had changed inside of him.
Later as Zach took a shower, soaping off the oil, and dried cum from his torso, and lathering up his thankfully worn out cock and empty balls, he surprised himself by leaning back and sliding down the tiled wall, sitting down in the corner of the stall, wrapping his arms around himself and sobbing. At first the crying was soft and silent, but soon his entire body was wracked by huge sobs. The water played over his trembling, tired out frame, until at last the final sniveling tear was wrung from him. Zach turned the shower off and dried himself. Then he climbed into his bed. Ignoring the ringing of his cell phone, as his girlfriend tried to get a hold of him for perhaps the hundredth time that day, Zach fell swiftly asleep.
He awoke on Sunday morning having slept for almost 12 hours. His body ached as he stretched. He was supposed to be meeting his girlfriend, and joining some of the guys at the beach, assuming she forgave him for not answering her calls last night. He slipped on a pair of boardshorts and a t-shirt, but the friction of the material on his still sensitive nipples immediately caused his cock to stir, and he pulled it off again, not wanting to think about the previous day. Normally he would not have thought twice about leaving the house in just his shorts and flip flops, but today Zach felt like like everyone he passed leered lasciviously at his shirtless torso, and he hunched his shoulders, averted his eyes and hurried on.
