Dare Thief

Dare Thief

Jason, my best friend who lives next door, and I had been bacheloring it at my house while my parents were away for a couple months in London where my mom was assigned for a project. It was great not having someone watching us every minute. Our parents pretty much trusted us about as much as anyone can trust teenage boys. As long as we kept up our straight A grades and sports, we were pretty much on our own. We could only have two other guys over and no girls unless we made special arrangements with Jason’s parents. The Doorbell rang and Jason got it.

“Hi Tyler, Hi Pete. Glad you could come over and hang out.”

“What are you up to?”

“Not much, just watching Fox News. Something about the crackdown on juvenile crime because of the get-tough decisions by the new Supreme Court justices appointed by President Palin. They say that juvenile crime is down 80% in areas where the new sentencing laws are in place.”

“Boring. Let’s talk about something important, like what’s for dinner!”

Part of the deal had been that Jason and I would keep the place in order, plan our meals, go shopping, and cook. We sort of liked it and most meals we made were pretty good. “We were thinking, Mexican, tacos, enchiladas, corn chips, salsa. Can you give us a lift to Shop and Save?”

Tyler agreed, “OK, but you guys will have to crouch down so nobody can see you. As a new driver, I can only have one other teen in my car.”

Tyler parked, got out of the car, looked around and gave us a signal and we piled out of the car. We got a cart and pushed it toward the ethnic food section. Tyler and Pete started throwing soft drinks and candy into the cart. Jason explained that we were on a budget and what we saved we could spend on video games and other fun things so they put that stuff back. We got the food then Pete saw a bottle of margarita mix and held it up. Tyler laughed and said “We need something else if we buy that!” He looked at me and the hoodie I was wearing and smiled, “Just possible! I dare you to swipe a pint of tequila!”

I thought about it, I knew you should never accept a dare to do something illegal but the worst that would happen is they would stop me at the checkout and the manager would warn me not to do it again. Jason and I were pretty good customers..”OK, you’re on. If I do it you will be my slave tonight!”

Tyler looked a little worried and gulped, “Yeah, sure.”

I grabbed the bag of corn chips as I needed something to pay for at the checkout so it would look normal. I felt scared and excited as I wandered down the liquor aisle. I couldn’t see anyone watching and saw the pints of tequilla. I could still back out but I knew I couldn’t and still face my friends. I slowly grabbed a pint, read the label, checked the price and put it back. I quickly grabbed another, stuffed it inside my jeans in the crotch of my briefs. My loose hoodie covered any trace of the bottle. I slowly grabbed another pint in case someone was looking, studied the label, shook my head and put it back. I went into produce and got a few avocados, all the while feeling the bottle of tequila pressing cold against my cock.

I waited in line while Barb a girl I knew from math class checked out the customers ahead of me. As she rang up the corn chips and avocados she said, “Hi Ken, how are you and Jason doing living on your own?”

“Pretty good, tonight we’re having a Mexican dinner.”

Looking back I know she was trying to help me when she looked me directly in the eye and said,. “Is that all? Is there anything else you want to check out?”

I was excited by my task and wasn’t thinking clearly, “No that’s it.” and gave her the money.

Trying to look calm, I slowly headed to the door and walked out of the store.

Busted

Suddenly a police car skidded to a stop in front of me, lights flashing but no siren, and a tall female officer jumped out. “Stop right there kid. Don’t move! Hands on your head!”

“What the fuck, I didn’t do anything!”

“Don’t give me no lip. And address me as Ma’am if you know what’s good for you.”

I decided to play it cool, “I just went here to get some corn chips and I have the receipt here.”

A muscular male cop came around the car to face me, “Tell it to the judge, Stand by the car, put your hands on the roof of the car!”

“We can work this out. Let’s talk! Yeooww!” The cop had pinched a pressure point on my shoulder and pain shot through my body. “Yes, Sir anything you say!” and I put my hands on the roof of the car.

“One at a time move your feet back!” I was now leaning against the car in a very unstable position. “What’s your name kid?”

“Ken Foster, SIr!”

“Where do you live and don’t lie cause we will check your ID at the station!”

“1242 Westwood Drive, SIr!”

“Ever been arrested before?”

“No Sir. Wh-wh-what is going to happen to me?”

“We are going to frisk you, that’s why you are standing like that leaning on the car. While the officer searches you, his foot will be in front of your foot and if you do anything funny he will pull your foot out and you will fall flat on your face. You’ll be handcuffed, taken to the station and booked then placed in a holding cell until your parent’s take you home or you see the judge in the morning. Understand?

“Yes, Sir.”

“Marge, your turn.”

A crowd had formed around the car, I recognized a couple of my parents’ friends who were whispering together and my English teacher. Some kids from school were watching so everybody at school would know as soon as they sent their tweets. Jason and Tyler were hanging at the back of the crowd looking worried.

“Hey you can’t frisk me, I’m a guy!” She found the same pressure point “Oowwww!”

“You bet I can buster! I doubt if you have anything big enough to make a fuss about. And it’s Officer Marge, Ma’am!”

She put on rubber gloves, rubbed up my legs, down my arms, probed my armpits, pinched my nips hard as she patted down my body. I could tell she enjoyed teasing me and knew how to do it so only she and I knew what was happening. She felt my ass and ass crack then to my crotch, She pinched my balls, then stopped. “I heard of a guys getting hard but this is really something!” I squirmed while she reached in and pulled out the pint of tequila. the crowd roared with laughter. She studied the bottle and looked at the smudges my cock had made on the bottle. “Oh,shit Mike! We are going to have to cockprint this kid when we get to the station and you know how much the Sergeant hates doing that!”

“What is cockprinting, Ma’am” I asked tentatively.

“It is sort of like fingerprinting but for your cock. They get it hard then rub it on an ink pad, then rub it on paper to make an impression. “

“Yea, Kid. We have do do it when a case involves marks left by the suspect’s cock.” added Mike.

This was getting bad, so now a grisly old desk sergeant was going to be fooling around with my cock. I was scared.

I felt her groping around my crotch. “I found something else!” I felt a tug on my cock. “I think he is trying to smuggle out a sausage link!” She gave it a twist and a hard yank.

“Let go of my cock! It hurts like hell! - Ma’am!” The crowd was enjoying the show and called out jeers to me.

“Sorry, my bad. But it was so small I didn’t think it could be yours!” The crowd roared with laughter at my humiliation, I wanted to protest that I am pretty well hung for a guy my age but knew that would only make things worse.

She clipped a cold steel handcuff on my right wrist then ordered me to stand up. She pulled my other arm behind my back and handcuffed my arms behind my back. She clicked them real tight so they bit into my skin painfully. I tested them and knew I was now helpless and at the whim of these cops. She guided my head as she put me in the back seat. There were no handles so I could not open the doors and a wire security screen divided the front seat to protect the cops from an attack. They took off with lights flashing and siren screaming. Under any other circumstances I would have enjoyed my ride in a police car weaving through traffic and stop lights. They parked behind the station and led me up the stairs. We waited in line before a grey haired cop on a raised platform. I guess this was the sergeant who would do the cockprint on me. There were a couple of cops ahead of us. One had three guys who were dressed like gangbangers. The guy in from of me looked like a regular kid and was so scared he was trembling. I gave him a wink of encouragement. The line moved slowly but at last it was my turn...

Booked

Booking the gang members went fast, they knew the procedure well. The trembling dude took forever, he did everything wrong and the cops were getting pissed at him. I stepped up to a table and a young cop warned me not to cause any trouble when they took my handcuffs off cause there were plenty of cops around. I grunted. "OK, Sir." After Marge took off the handcuffs I rubbed my sore wrists. The cop put a box on the table and ordered me to empty my pockets and put everything in the box. Then he had me take off my belt and put it into the box. He looked me straight in the eye and asked if I had anything else. I shook my head "no". He checked my ID and began filling out a form. He told me I had been arrested for shoplifting. He asked about my arrest record and I told him this was the first time. He had me stand against a blank wall and hung a sign with my name, crime, and other info around my neck. He took front and side pictures. He had me put my hands on a table, took each finger and inked it on a stamp pad then rolled the finger on the correct square on the finger print form. He gave me a paper towel to wipe off my finger. Most of the black ink came off but the tips still were pretty black.

He said I could make a call to my parents and they could come and pick me up. I asked about calling Mr. Johnson, Jason's father, who was checking on me while my parents were away. The cop said only parents or legal guardians could be called, anything else would have to wait until I saw the judge in the morning. I gave him my father's cell phone number and he called it, he left a message on the voice mail. "Sorry kid, since we couldn't get hold of your parents, we are going to have to lock you up. Mike, Marge, we are very busy tonight, take this kid into the room and do a search."

"Did the sergeant tell about us needing the special finger printing kit?" asked Marge.

The cop hesitated then said, "Oh yeah. He said he will bring it in himself."

Mike looked pissed but Marge looked like she was enjoying this,"OK kid just follow the yellow line on the floor and we'll be right behind you."

I followed the line to the center of an almost bare room. There was a sturdy table with a package of rubber gloves, tube of something greasy, a penlight flashlight, a phone, and that was about it. There was a wire basket on the floor. I felt a blast of cold air blowing down from a vent directly over my head. I was relieved to spot the surveillance camera in front of me, I was a little suspicious of Marge since she had frisked me.

"Marge followed my eyes, "Yeah the surveillance camera keeps us on the up and up. To bad it breaks down so often like tonight. She smiled, "I sure like unwrapping packages don't you?"

"Not if I am the package, Ma'am!"

"You're cute, you remind me of the first boy I really got to know. His name was Todd and he would 'unwrap' himself for me one item at a time as I told him to. When he was not taking anything off, he had to stand absolutely still. If he stayed absolutely still he got a reward at the end if he didn't he got nothing. I would touch, kiss, and tease him while he tried not to move. I don't think Mike would approve of that so I guess I will just look. Take off your right shoe, Prisoner!"

Calling me "Prisnoner" really turned me on and I really wanted to play the game with her. "Yes, Ma'am!" and I removed the shoe, tossed it into the basket, stood up straight and waited for her next command. I waited then she said sock and I removed the sock and tossed it into the basket. I stared at her face, stern, tough, but almost pretty. My barefoot on the cold floor felt good in a sexy way. I could see her looking at it and that started my cock swelling.

The next shoe, then she commanded, "Hands on your head, Prisoner, when you aren't striping!" I obeyed her but without my belt, my jeans were slipping down bit by bit. The only thing holding them up was my swelling cock. Now the sock, as I bent down to pull it off, my jeans fell to my knees and my boner tented my white briefs. Mike laughed out loud at my predicament. "Little eager on those jeans, Prisoner!"

"I can pull them up, Ma'am."

"No let's just see what happens." I waited a long time while my jeans slowly sank to around my bare feet. "Take off the hoodie, boy!"' I took of my hoodie and tossed it into the basket. I felt the blast of cold air on my naked skin, some cop had found a subtle way to torment teens being strip searched. "Pretty good body, Ken. How do you keep in shape?"

"Mostly swimming and track. I am on the teams at school. "

"Now the jeans!" I step out of my jeans and throw them in the basket. She waited a while, "OK, let's see what you got. Take off those briefs!" I pulled off my briefs, stood back up, completely naked, shivering under the cold air, and with a raging throbbing boner. "My apologies for calling that a little sausage, it is quite respectable. That is a great all over tan!"

"Thanks, we have a pool enclosed with a fence to keep it private. I spend a lot of time there studying for the college entrance tests. Usually nude."

They keep me standing shivering there like forever, the phone rings and Marge answers, "OK Sarge, yeah he might have taken something else that he's hiding. Don't worry, we'll check." She hangs up, "We have to do a full search on you, we don't want you sneaking anything into the holding cell."

She grabs my head and runs her hands through my hair. I like the feel of that and I think she does too. I start to drip pre-cum from the tip of my cock. Mike hands her the penlight and she checks my ears then forces my head up so she can look into my nasal passages. She has me open my mouth and "accidentally" rubs her tits against my naked chest as she is looking inside my mouth. "Hey Mike, he doesn't want to help so I guess I have t do the next bit myself." She grabs my cock then feels around my balls with her other hand to see if I have anything taped there. I struggled to stand still with my hands on my head. I wanted so much to cum. Now I knew what her first boyfriend suffered to get his reward. She stretched the skin of my cock back to search in the folds of the foreskin then looked ito the hole to see if I had anything there. She sensed my abs tightening and pinched the tip of my cock to stop me.

Mike told me, bend over and spread your cheeks. I grabbed my ass and displayed my asshole to him. I stayed bent over for a minute or so while he looked. He used the penlight to try to spot something then called Marge over. I knew what her answer would be, "Looks like there might be something in there, I'll check. Bend over, put your hands on the floor and stay there!" I waited bent over hands flat on the floor, ass exposed as she put on rubber gloves and smeared one with the lube. "Relax kid, you'd have to pay a hooker a c-note for this!" I tried to relax as she inserted a finger, then kept probing. "You are luck it's me and not Mike. His hands are real big. Just relax we will do this slow and easy." The feeling increase as she inserted two finger inside me.

"God, that hurts! Take it easy Ma'am. Go slow I'll try to relax." She slowed down and I started to like the feeling I felt when she began moving her fingers around.

"Hey Mike, I feel something hard here. About the size of a walnut." I felt her feeling me, I heard about massaging the prostate and now it was happening to me. "Hold still I got to find out what this is." I began to breath hard and curl my toes against the cold concrete floor, I moaned softly as the probing continued, I struggled against the tightening urge inside me as long as I could, suddenly I shot load after load of cum on the floor, it was the best wad I ever shot. "Oops, I guess that was just your prostate, Sorry, He's clean Mike." and I felt her slowly pull her fin gers out of my ass.

"No need to be sorry, Ma'am. That was the best ever for me!"

I stood back up but my ass hurt like hell. They talked on the phone, "OK Sarge. We'll take him to holding. Yea you'll check with the prosecutor to see if they need a cockprint and do it first thing in the morning." Shit, still that cockprint hanging over me. Mike pulled out my shoe laces, took my socks, then had me get dressed. He told to Follow the blue line. I followed the blue line in a stiff legged shuffle, my ass hurt like hell but I kept thinking of the great orgasm Officer Marge had given me. They had me stop at a cell door with a small viewport in the center and they unlocked and opened the metal door. I could see the trembling guy talking to the gang members, must be hot in that cell, he was striped down to his boxers. There were a couple other guys I hadn't seen before. The dirty cell smelled of sweaty testosterone overloaded teen males and urine. The cops shoved me into the crowded cell. I heard the solid metal door clank and lock behind me..........

Locked Up

The gang leader gave me a high five. "Call me Ricco, from the way you are walking, I can guess that Office Marge gave you the full treatment. I got it too. It's sort of a compliment. She only gives the dudes she thinks are real cute the full treatment. She can do a cavity search on me anytime. It felt soooo good!" He points to the other guys in the cell. "This is Jose and Pedro my right hand men. We got busted on a drug count, What you in for?"

"Call me Ken, Shop lifting, tequila. Probably not much to you but this is my first time in jail."

"Yeah I know. It's tough on rich white kids. You're all sort of spoiled and not used to being made to do things. Say hi to Rodney"

I nod to the trembling guy, "Hi Rodney, How's it going?"

"Not so good, but I guess I'll survive." He goes to the corner, kneels down with a frightened look on his face. Pedro stands in front of Rodney and drops his pants. He grabs hold of Rodney's long hair and pulls the kid's head to his cock. He twists the hair. "Open up slut and take it all in!" I hear unmistakable sucking sounds as Rodney settles into being forced to serve his cell-mates.

"Yeah, Rodney is learning what it is like to be forced to do things. He is sort of weak so it is not too much fun cause he doesn't fight back. Too bad Office Marge cleaned you out otherwise I'd have him service you too to show my heart's in the right place." He thinks laughs, "I have to think about that. It would probably take a real long time for him to get you hard and make you cum. Maybe with the right penalty to encourage both of you if you don't cum it would be fun to watch." I made a move for Ricco but Jose grabbed me from behind. "Take it easy, buddy. I like your fight but you got to be smart and pick fights you can win! He pointed to the last guy, this is Bill, he is in for vandalism, was on the wrestling team. A white kid but not rich like you. I sorta like his spunk."

"Hi Bill, maybe we should stick together, better for both of us."

"Yeah maybe we should but Ricco isn't that bad. " He sees pedro pulling up his pants. "Looks like it's my turn with Rodney and I don't want to miss it. " Bill moves in front of Rodney, drops his pants, sucking sounds, and ecstatic moaning sounds from Bill as Rodney sucks him harder and faster.

"See, Ken, a good leader keeps his guys happy! Just so you know, that saliva sample they took in booking was to test for sexual diseases. They put guys with Aids and such in a special cell. All us guys were clean, so no worries, buddy."

"No worries for you is a big worry for me! My ass is virgin!"

Ricco laughed, "That is something you never admit in juvie or you're in for it!"

I could hear Bill moaning and see his hips moving faster finally finishing off with powerful spasms. "Hey, that was good, Rodney! Thanks!"

Ricco pointed to the corner, "Ken, let's see how good Rodney is. See if he can make you cum after Officer Marge's full treatment! I'll give him 45 minutes, if you don't cum in that time he has to fuck you in the ass or else he gets fucked by Pedro. Stand up there, boy and get your cock out or do I have to do it for you?"

I looked around, no help from Bill or anyone else, I didn't have any choice so I stepped in front of the frightened guy kneeling in the corner with dried cum covering his face, dropped my jeans and briefs, took hold of Rodney's long hair and pulled his face to my soft cock. "OK Rodney, do your magic with your mouth and save our asses!"

"I-I-I don't know, M-M-Maybe I would like fucking your ass!" I twist his hair. "Ouch! That hurts!"

"It'll hurt more if you don't start sucking. " I liked being rough with him, he was so timid. It turned me on a bit and he really was a good cock sucker although I only had it done a couple of times when I was pretty drunk so I was not an expert. It felt good, it started to feel real good, started to be more intense than I could stand. I pulled away.

Ricco grabbed my arms and held me in front of Rodney so I couldn't move. Now I was helpless as Rodney sucked and the intense feelings grew and grew. "Always here to help a buddy!" Ricco laughed. It was sorta like edging but there just didn't seem to be anything inside me to release. I pulled Rodney's head closer and closer I had to cum but couldn't. I was getting hard, pushing my cock deep into his throat. Ricco was holding me tight, then started pinching my nips real hard. I pulled Rodney's hair harder. The three of us were sweating and breathing hard. Finally I felt the stirring, tightening in my abs and let out a spasam of cum deep into Rodney's throat. I pulled out and shot another spasm onto his face. Ricco let go and I pulled up my briefs and jeans and sat down on the floor exhausted.

"Are you satisfied now Ricco, I shot cum. Hope you enjoyed it!"

"Well I helped didn't I? My pinching your nips was what pushed you over the edge. See I'm your friend!"

Ricco was more right than he knew. I had a fantasy I would dream about since I was a kid. I would be thrown into a dark cold jail cell and forced by rough muscular guys to have gay sex while I was held helplessly struggling. That's what I thought about as Ricco held me and pinched my nips but this was my secret, I had to act brave. "Some friend. Just keep your paws off me!"

"OK let's see how tough you are kid. You and Bill will wrestle a match, the loser is held down and tormented until we all have had our kicks!"

I had messed around a bit wrestling, but doubted I could win but tried to bluff it out, "OK, 2 out of 3 falls OK?"

"No it will be strip wrestling. After every fall, the loser strips off something, both shoes count as one thing. The first guy to be naked is the loser! Pedro, Jose, Rodney, put the mattresses on the floor. Bill, Ken, take your stance."

I got up, patted Bill on the shoulder. "OK, let's put on a good match dude."

Bill rubbed my hair, "Good luck, you are going to need it." We took our positions on the mattresses and waited for Ricco to signal the start of the match. Ricco signaled and before I knew it I was on the bottom with Bill forcing me down with a leg hold while his hand slipped in my jeans and grabbed my balls and pulled.

I looked at Ricco, he said "Grabbing anything is OK in this match, let's see how much you can take!" Bill played with me enjoying giving me pain then finally he took pity and pinned me. I removed my shoes and threw them aside, I liked the feel of fighting barefoot. We started again, he started toying with me, grabbing my feet an tickling them. I played along and begged for mercy. I caught him off guard and got him in the ball crusher hold Kyle had taught me. It was a leg hold through his crotch and the bony part of my ankle pressed his balls tight. He cussed me and tried to break free but I held on and he submitted at last.

"OK now you are in trouble. How did you learn that hold?"

"My friend Kyle was on the team and would show me all the illegal holds the guys used when the ref wasn't watching. We practiced them when we messed around."

"You are the first rich kid I ever met who can fight. But you pissed me off so I am gonna get you fast!" This time Bill played it smart, used his skill and power and quickly pinned me. I stripped off my hoodie and threw it by my shoes. I noticed that the shoes were not my expensive Nikes but the broken down sandals Jose had been wearing. Nothing I could do about that.

The cell door opened. The cop who booked me called "Phone call for Ken Foster." I stood up barefoot, shirtless, covered with sweat. "What the hell have you been doing to this guy?"

Bill answered, "Sorry sir, we were just messing around wrestling. No problem. Let me get my stuff."

"Come as you are kid, your mommy's on the phone from London."

I followed the cop to the main room, every body stared at me shirtless and barefoot. He handed me a phone, "Hi Mom, sorry to cause you trouble but I got arrested and they will only let me get out if my parents come for me other wise I get sent to juvie until my trial."

To make matters worth the cop had my mom on a speaker phone so he and everybody in the room could hear everything, "Oh my poor baby, it must be a misunderstanding. My Kenny wouldn't do anything wrong. Are they taking good care of you. I heard awful stories about young guys taken advantage in jails." Everybody in the room started snickering when then they heard my mom talking to me like I was a baby.

"Actually mom, they got me pretty good taking some tequila from the grocery store. I need a lawyer or somebody to spring me into Jason's father's custody tomorrow morning or those awful stories you heard might come true in juvie."

"Oh dear, I'll call Tom Wilson, you know the police commissioner and have him give you a private cell. I don't want anything to happen to my sweet little baby."

I groaned from embarrassment and looking at the reaction of the cop at my mom talking about calling the commissioner. "Ah mom, take it easy. All I need is a lawyer tomorrow morning. Calling the commissioner could be big trouble for me."

"OK dear I'll call Vic Samson to go to court for you in the morning. How many other guys are in the cell with you?"

"Me and 5 other guys. It's sort of like a sleepover. We're having a great time." The cop almost broke out laughing at my lie.

"You know how I worry dear. If they're your friends you can invite them over anytime to use the pool. "

"Sure mom that would be great. Just call the lawyer. I find this is a great learning experience meeting guys from other social strata." The cop almost laughs again.

"Bye Kenny, don't stay up too late. I love you. Maybe they can give you a snack I know how hungry you get."

"I'll ask Officer Marge if she will give me a little treat. Bye Mom, love you". The cops laughed in the background. There were a lot of rumors going around about Marge's treats.

The cop leads me back to the cell, "You rich kids are the biggest bullshitters. You got your parents wrapped around your finger. I would whip your ass bloody if you were my kid."

The guard opens the cell door and I say, "Is that a promise, I just might like that. I heard some of you guys are into SM." He slams the cell door shut hard.

"Not very smart kid, never piss off a guard cause they got lots of ways to pay you back. Is you mommy coming to pick up her poor little baby in the limo? I forgot, she's in London, I guess you gotta stay here with us poor folk until you see the judge in the morning. OK let's get the match going a gain. Bill, Ken on the mat!"

Bill was now in control. I knew I had been lucky one time, now he just toyed with me. He got on top off me, held me down face up and started taking playful bites at my nips. We struggled and somehow I manged to get on to and couldn't believe when I pinned him. He stripped off his shirt and we began again. Like a lotta guys I get a boner when I wrestle. My coach says this is normal, the exertion and excitement, it doesn't mean I'm gay. Bare skin rubs against bare skins and I feel my boner growing. I get on top of him and tease him by licking his nips. I felt his cock growing. He bursts free gets me in a painful hold and I submit. I strip off my jeans and throw them on the pile, my boner tents out my briefs and the guys rag me. I noticed that my designer jeans are now on Ricco and his worn jeans are in the pile. Bill and I stood ready. Our boners made it obvious that both of us are enjoying this match. By a miracle or maybe Bill just wanted to make this match last so he can do one fall with me in my briefs and he in his boxers. Bill got me down, he was on top of me, face to face our hard cocks pressing together. "Don't look so scared Ken, it is normal a guy to get turned on by another guy if there are no girls available. So lets enjoy each other, we are the best thing that is available, you got a great body, it feels great!"

"Yeah, I guess that's right, but just cause it feels good wrestling with you, you still are going to have to work to win the match." I fought like hell, neither us were going to throw this, the penalty for the loser was too much. It seemed forever, covered with sweat, every muscle aching I struggled. Slowly I began to weaken, I weakened faster than Bill and at last he pinned me. I stood up, dropped my white briefs and threw them on the pile. Nobody was going to want my wet sweaty briefs even if they were an expensive designer brand. I stood up, now completely naked and waited for the tormenting to begin. I had to smile when I saw Rodney drop his briefs and pull on my sweat soaked briefs. You never know.

Bill yelled for the guys to shut up and listen, "Ricco, I have an idea that I think you'll like even better than tormenting our loser here......"