While Jason and Josh spent most of their spare time tormenting Michael's ticklish skin in every way they could think of, at school they played a different role, as Michael's protectors. There were plenty of bullies around, but Jason and Josh saw to it that no one else ever laid hands on their younger cousin. Any boys who accidentally discovered Michael's weakness pursued it no further, knowing they would have to answer to his cousins.

One afternoon, when Michael had stayed after class to get help from his algebra teacher, he was crossing the nearly empty parking lot when someone whistled to him. He tried to make out who was standing in the shadows over by the gym entrance. He began walking in that direction, then stopped when he saw who it was: Bill Logan, a big, brawny senior with a reputation for picking on freshmen. Michael shared a gym class with Logan, but even there he did his best to keep away from the older boy.

"Hey, you," Logan called to him now. "C'mon over here."

Logan's voice was so typically loud that Michael couldn't pretend not to hear him, any more than he could pretend to think that Logan was calling to someone else, since there was no one else around. Paralyzed by dread, Michael could only stand there till Logan called again.

"Hey, you!"

Logan didn't even know his name. Without moving any closer, Michael called, "What do you want?"

"Come over here."

"I can't. I'm late."

"You'll get over here if you know what's good for you."

Once again Michael surveyed the empty parking lot. Where were his cousins when he really needed them? Having no choice, he began walking toward Logan.

Logan stood on the stairs that led down to the gym's side entrance, which was one floor below ground level. So from Michael's vantage point he was only visible from the waist up. Still his broad chest and shoulders gave him all the authority he needed as he yelled "Speed it up!"

Michael double-timed it to the top of the stairs, where he stood breathless, more from fear than from running. When his eyes adjusted to the shade and he got a full view of Logan he stopped breathing completely.

Logan was leaning against the wall with his fly open and his very considerable dick in his hand.

"Get down here, you fruit," he said. "I got something for you to suck on."

Michael took a step back. Fruit? He had never been called that before. Fag or faggot, maybe, but only in the joking way that boys his age used those words. Logan's insult cut deep, accompanied as it was by the visual aid that was growing longer and thicker in his hand; Michael had glimpsed it many times in the locker room after gym class, but never in this excited state.

"I said get down here. You're going to suck me off, and like it."

Michael couldn't move—not forward, because he was so scared of Logan, and not backward, because he was so fascinated by that dick that stood out like a stanchion between Logan's legs. All he could think was, I'm doomed. I'm doomed.

It was then that Jason and Josh came running around the corner of the gym building, as if Michael's stress had sounded an alarm. They rushed past Michael on either side and down the steps, all the way to the bottom, dragging Logan with them. Big as he was, Logan was too startled to resist. On the concrete landing by the gym's darkened door, Josh stood behind Logan, his arm around the bully's neck, while Jason pulled out his pocketknife and unsheathed its four-inch blade. He grabbed Logan's dick and poised the blade at the root of its thick shaft. "You're about to lose your best asset, you prick!"

Logan's eyes grew wide with terror. "No! Oh Jesus Christ, don't!"

Michael stared at the tableau at the bottom of the steps, where all three boys seemed frozen in time. Nothing moved except Logan's chest as he panted in terror.

Finally Jason said, "You're never gonna bother Michael again."

"I…I wasn't bothering nobody! This was all his idea! He said he wanted to…to suck me off!"

Jason glanced up the stairs. "Is that true?"

"No!" Michael said. "He was going to make me do it."

Jason turned back to Logan. "True?" he asked, and the blade must have moved ever so slightly, for Logan's eyes grew even wider and he yelled, "Okay! Okay! It's true! I was gonna make him! Don't, oh Jesus don't…."

"You know what else?" Michael asked, his voice rising. "He called me a fruit."

"He what?" That was Josh speaking, tightening his hold on Logan's throat.

"That does it," Jason said, and Logan squealed in terror. But Jason stepped back, folded the knife, and put it back in his pocket. "I won't cut you, Logan," he said, "but we will give you something to remember us by."

Now that the knife was gone Logan struggled anew. "Let me go…."

"Not till we find out something," Jason said.

In a move that combined dexterity with strength, Josh released his hold around Logan's neck and then, in a flash, grabbed his arms instead, holding them fast.

Very casually Jason placed his fingers at the bully's sides. "You ticklish, Logan? Huh?"

Logan's eyes grew wide again, just for a second. "Let me go, you faggot!"

"Oh, that was a mistake!" Jason let his fingers play lightly up and down Logan's sides.

Logan did his best not to laugh. Instead he held his breath, and his face grew more and more red as Jason intensified the tickling at either side of Logan's belly, then up onto his ribs.

Logan began to sputter, his face redder than ever. Finally he managed to say, "Stop! Stop it!"

"Stop what?" Jason asked. "I'm not doing anything to you." But even as he spoke he was pushing up Logan's sweatshirt, exposing his hairy belly and ribs. "That's better. I like to see where I'm going." He began to explore those ribs more thoroughly, prodding and squeezing each one, then tickling rapidly up and down as he continued to taunt Logan. "How's this, buddy? Ever been tickled so much you can't even fight anymore? That's when it really gets bad, Logan. That's when you really can't stand it. You'd do anything to stop it, but you can't."

By now Logan was laughing, a rapid breathless giggling interspersed with begging: "Don't…don't do this to me… please don't… I'm begging you…."

Jason's fingers went wild now, tickling all over Logan's torso and belly, probing his abs, poking his navel. "I like that, Logan, I like to hear you beg. You'll be begging a lot more before we're through with you."

"Let me tickle him now," Josh said. "Let me, let me."

"Wait just a minute, brother. I'm going to tickle him helpless, then we can both do what we want…isn't that right, Logan? When you're too weak to fight back we can really get at you. Both of us at once. We'll tickle the shit out of you."

Logan struggled harder than before, almost breaking Josh's grip. But that brief effort cost him all his strength. His knees weakened and he began to sag in Josh's arms. This gave Jason a chance to push his sweatshirt up even higher, so he could reach under it and get Logan's armpits. This had a galvanic effect on Logan. His laughter became high-pitched, almost a squeal.

"That gets you where you live, doesn't it, Logan? I think I'll tickle your armpits for an hour, how would you like that?"

As the bully sank to his knees, Josh released his grip on Logan's arms and grabbed his sweatshirt instead, pulling it completely off. Then he and Jason both worked on Logan's torso as he squealed and screamed and begged, his legs thrashing erratically, his semihard dick flopping wildly against his jeans.

At the top of the steps, Michael watched in fascination. He longed to join in, to get his own hands on Logan's ticklish flesh, and his longing grew as his cousins exposed more and more of Logan's big frame. But he didn't dare leave his vantage point, where he could keep one eye on the parking lot to make sure it stayed empty. It was incredible how fast and how far his cousins' hands could work; in what seemed like seconds they had not only spread Logan out flat on the concrete but had also removed his sneakers, socks, jeans, and underwear. Now that their tickling victim was buck naked, the two boys could explore him thoroughly. Josh straddled Logan, his knees pinning the older boy's forearms to the ground, and practiced his rapid tickling technique on those fatally sensitive armpits as Logan clawed at the concrete till his nails were ground down and his fingertips bled. Meanwhile Jason worked on Logan's sides and belly, inducing more and more intense states of panic in his victim, whose wildly rolling eyes seemed to be searching for answers: What if Jason kept working downward, toward his groin, where he had never been tickled before? What if those strong, relentless fingers reached those tender spots where his groin met his thighs…? He didn't have to wait long to find out. His laughter reached an insane pitch as Jason's fingers violated his groin, not neglecting his heavy, ticklish balls.

Michael, meanwhile, was also wondering: how long would it take to tickle Logan completely helpless? The cousins had been working him over for what seemed like a long time already, and from the way Logan's body twitched and heaved it looked as if he still had some fight left in him. Michael got his answer, though, as Jason hunkered down between Logan's legs and worked on those inner thighs while Josh kept at his armpits. At first Logan bucked more furiously than ever, but after a few minutes he began to sag, his legs ceasing their struggle. Michael noted with satisfaction that the bully's full-throated laughter was now completely gone, replaced by a breathless stream of giggling as he grew weaker by the second.

"We're breaking him!" Josh cried, and Jason, who was sweating with effort, said, "Don't stop now!"

This was quite a sight—Bill Logan naked and helpless, his cock that was fully hard again swinging through the air like a speedometer needle in a car out of control. Having immobilized his victim to the point where he could hardly move, Jason crept slowly down, down from Logan's thighs to his knees, then his calves, then on down toward his feet.

In desperation Logan rallied one last time, raising his head and squealing, just like a girl: "No! No! Don't tickle my feet!"

"Just what I wanted to hear," Jason said. He lay down on the concrete and put an armlock on Logan's ankles. The soles of those big tender feet flexed and squirmed, but they were no match for Jason's skilled fingers. Logan kept squealing as Jason made those soles his complete property, from the heels to the toes to the spaces between those toes. It didn't help that Josh had finally left those tortured armpits and had moved on to the boy's upper ribs.

Michael continued to keep one fearful eye on the parking lot and one fascinated eye on the action below him. Though his cousins had reduced him to a helpless, blubbering state on many occasions, he had never seen it done to someone else—the memory he had of the tickled boy at the picnic grounds was nothing compared to this. Watching his cousins work, he had to admire their strength and agility, moving over Logan like accomplished gymnasts. They could do anything they wanted, handling the boy like a big piece of meat, rolling him over to explore his back. Logan panted heavily, his voice, whenever he managed to find it, reduced to delirious croaks and whispers. Michael didn't want to desert his post but had to move a few steps downward so he could make out some of the words:

"Don't…don't do this anymore…I'm gonna die…I'll do anything, I swear to God…I'll suck your dicks…all three of you…and I won't tell nobody, ever, I swear!"

Those last words caught Jason's attention. "What's that supposed to mean, you won't tell nobody? Does that mean it ever entered your head that you might tell? You'll pay for that!" And Jason found, much to his delight, that Logan's lower back was almost as ticklish as his feet. Exhausted as he was, Logan stiffened and yelped again and again as if Jason's fingers were sparking off electric shocks.

"Here, try this," Jason said to his brother, who eagerly moved down from Logan's shoulder blades to the tender tapered area at the base of the boy's spine while Jason alternately grabbed his firm buttcheeks and squeezed hell out of the backs of his thighs. Logan was struggling so to cry out that he was nearly gagging: "Please! Please! I'll do anything…!"

Jason moved up to the boy's head, cupped Logan's chin in his hand and turned it to look him in the eye. "You'll do anything, huh? Is that right?" As if to refresh Logan's memory Jason let his free hand roam along Logan's ribs, up into his right armpit.

"Oh, Jesus God, yes! Anything!"

Jason gripped his chin harder, twisting the boy's neck. "Will you take it up the ass, Logan? What do you say? Will you take it up the ass?"

When Jason released his grip, Logan's head sank to the concrete, his dark curls shaking as he sobbed. "Yes! Yes!"

"Yes what, Logan? You want more?"

"No…don't tickle me anymore…I'll…take it up…the ass…."

"You want me to fuck you, Logan? Is that what you're saying? You want me to fuck you? Say it!"

Logan's face was a mess, tears flowing, nose running, lips stretching to form a cry of abject humiliation: "Fuck me…please fuck me!"

Michael watched, openmouthed, his dick throbbing. Was Jason going to carry out his threat, or was it enough that he had broken Logan to the point where he'd never be the same again? He got his answer as Jason and Josh returned to tickling Logan's lower back, until Logan squealed one last time and emptied his bladder, a wet stain spreading across the concrete.

Jason stood up, wiping the palms of his hands on his t-shirt. "Let's go," he said. An hour of nonstop tickling and the cousins had barely broken a sweat.

As they cut across fields on their way home, Jason and Josh scolded their cousin for getting into trouble the minute their backs were turned. "We've got to keep an eye on you every second," Jason grumbled.

"Wait till we get you home," Josh said. "You've got some punishment coming to you."

Michael's dick was still rock-hard and painfully confined in jockey shorts that were soaked with precum. It was plain to see that the older boys were excited too, they both looked ready to burst through their jeans. There was no one in sight as far as they could see, and they weren't likely to meet anyone; finally Michael couldn't stand it anymore, he unzipped his fly and pulled his hard dick free, letting it sway before him. Then he grabbed Jason's crotch, pulled his wet heavy dick into the light. Then Josh's. Without saying anything the three of them made their way, cock-heavy, panting slightly, over the empty fields toward home, under what was left of the afternoon sun.

 

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