3 on 3

By Aldric

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

3 on 3

Major characters: This story has four sets of brothers. The older boys are all near or just past the age of 14, while their younger brothers are just as close to being 13. They are (Older brothers listed first): Matt and Cody Katz, Declan and Carver Langston, David and Maxwell (Max) Stallard, and Murphy and Frank Vandenberg.



“Okay, time for you children to get off the court,” Matt yelled when he saw the younger brothers of his team playing 3 on 3 on the only open basketball court.

“Yeah, eat it, we were here first,” his brother Cody said from behind the basket. Just then Carver missed a shot and it went out of bounds, allowing Cody to run out and tag Maxwell to replace him.

“Come on guys, we’re in the running for the ninth grade 3 on 3 tournament, and playing well there could get us on the high school JV team,” Murphy pleaded. He was the more level-headed boy on the four-person team. A good shot, and better yet, he had a lot of endurance and needed fewer breaks. With only four persons allowed on a team and three of them on the court, the fewer breaks needed meant that the other boys could avoid exhaustion.

“And we’re training for the same thing, except as 8^th graders,” his brother responded. “Unless you want to race me again, this time for a dare.” Like his brother, he worked out, especially things that built up endurance rather than muscle. They’d raced a few weeks ago and while close, he’d beaten his older brother. Unlike Murphy, he was willing to take risks and do dares.

Frank didn’t wait for a response from Murphy, he knew his brother would chicken out from a dare. Instead he turned and looked at Matt. “And going to high school doesn’t make you a man.”

“Especially you,” Cody said. “Remember, I’ve seen you naked and you don’t have anything I don’t have and I’m a year younger than you.”

Matt blushed. He thought of several responses he could give his brother, but held back. Mostly because his brother was right. He was a slow developer, and only two of his friends knew it. David Stallard and Murphy Vandenberg had both seen him naked just before they graduated from 8^th grade back in June. It had been part of a bet, and one he’d lost. But they were friends. They laughed at first because he had no hair and a short dick, but then they apologized and told him to get dressed.

“We’ll play you for it,” David said. A ten-minute game or first team to reach 10 points gets the court.” As the best defensive player on the team, he was more than ready to take on his brother. Max was good, probably the best offensive player on his team, but he was short. David, being older, was taller. They often played against each other in the driveway, and size was the determining factor. He had no doubt that he, Matt, Declan, and Murphy could beat the crap out of the younger brothers.

Max called his teammates together and they held a whispered conversation that lasted nearly a minute. When it was over, he turned to the older boys and said, “We’ll play, but we’ve been practicing for over ten minutes already so we’re at a disadvantage. You guys are rested, and older. Spot us 3 points.” He knew in a game that ended at 10 that the other guys would never accept that. He was hoping for 2, and the team had agreed they wouldn’t take the challenge unless they got one-point advantage or better.

Now it was David’s team who met. Their conversation didn’t take as long. “We’ll give you one point, nothing more. Winning team gets the court for 45 minutes, losing team gets the remaining time.” The courts were in short supply, and you were only allowed to keep them for one hour if another team was waiting.

“We accept,” David said. Then he saw one of his neighbors standing in the background. “Hey, Jason,” he called. Jason Knowles was 15, and would be a starting guard on the high school varsity team in the fall. “Would you referee for us?”

Seeing that none of his teammates were on any of the courts practicing, Jason agreed. “Standard 3 on 3 rules?” he asked. It was a new sport, and while many of the rules between traditional basketball and this game remained the same, there were differences. For one, 3 on 3 only used a half court. Another big difference was that shots from inside the arc were only worth 1 point, those from outside 2. And shooting fowls were the same – if the fowl was committed inside the arc, only 1 free throw was allowed.

The game remained close, and both teams knew the 10-minute time limit was approaching. David was dominating his brother, keeping Max from being able to shoot, which was good because the younger boys managed to remain ahead by 1 the one-point advantage they had started with.

During a dead ball, Matt asked how much time was left.

“Ninety-four seconds,” Jason answered.

“We’ve got just over a minute and a half, and the bigger guys are leaning on us and wearing us out,” Carver began. He was accepted as the team’s leader. His knowledge of basketball was better than the other four combined. “We’ve been practicing some plays, and while you guys don’t have them down yet, you’re good enough to try them. I think it will surprise our brothers. Remember the Pin and Pick play we practiced yesterday? We’ve got the ball, so let’s give it a try. I’ll inbound it and move to the post. Max, play right wing and Frank, take left wing.”

“Max can’t get away from his brother, Frank said. “Why put him on right wing instead of me?”

“You forget the purpose of the drill,” Carver explained. “I will move to screen David, leaving Max open for a shot.”

They inbounded the ball and got into position. Max began sweeping around the side, which caused his brother to move between him and Carver. Carver faked a pass to the left side, which drew his defender off, and moved to get in front of David. Max circled around behind him, caught the backward pass from Carver, and found himself wide open at the top of the key. He put the ball up and in, and suddenly they had nine points to their brother’s six. The move had completely baffled the older boys.

Matt made a layup on their turn on offense, making the score 9 to 7, but Carver had his team run the same Pin and Pick play from the other side. It worked again, and this time Frank scored the winning shot.

“You guys got lucky,” Declan muttered.

“We beat you fair and square, Carver responded. “We get the court. You guys can stand there and sulk for 45 minutes.”

“We’ll play you again, best out of three,” Murphy offered. “But this time, you guys don’t get a free point. We both start at zero.” He was sure his little brother would rise to the challenge, and there was no way the little kids could pull off another victory.

“You’re on,” Frank responded, much as his brother had expected.

“Whoa, wait a sec,” Carver began.

“Frank already accepted the rematch,” Murphy said. He looked to his teammates, who were eager to show the little kids that they had won by luck.

“Okay,” Frank gave in. “We’ll play. But the losing team has to spend the remaining hour in nothing but boxers, shoes, and socks. You guys are wearing underpants, aren’t you?”

“What are you doing,” Carver whispered to Frank. “I don’t want to stand here like that. What if we lose?”

“Trust me. The play worked, and our brothers didn’t see how. We’ve practiced a few other plays too. I’m positive we can beat them, but you have to believe in us.”

The older boys were laughing. “It is you guys who better be wearing underpants, ‘cause we’re going to win. And when we do, if you went commando, you’ll stand there naked.”

They agreed to play, and Jason agreed to referee again. When the older brothers were up 6 to 4, Carver called a time out. As his team mates gathered around, he said this time they were going to do the Double Back drill. He reminded them of how to do it.

As happened in the first game, the first two times they ran the drill, it worked, putting them up 8 to seven. Rather than run it again, Carver set up the Pin and Pick play again, only this time with players in different positions so the other team wouldn’t recognize it. It was good for 2 points, which put them at ten and the winners.

“Come on guys, you can’t seriously expect us to stand here in just boxers for an hour,” Matt complained.

“No, you get the last 15 minutes to practice,” Frank said. “But still without your shirts and shorts. You challenged us, and you accepted the bet. We beat you 2 out of 3, so strip.”

The courts were in a park, outdoors. There were six full courts, and all of them occupied. Currently, there were no other teams waiting for an open court, but that could change at any minute.

“One more game,” David offered. “If we win, you guys get the court for the full hour and we’ll have to practice in my driveway. If somehow you win, then we’ll do the dare.”

“No,” his brother complained. “You’ve already lost that bet. If you want a rematch, we’ll play you. But this time, when you lose, you’ll be our slaves for 4 days.”

“And if you lose, you’ll stand here for an hour in your jocks, and be our slaves for 2 days,” Declan countered.

The players on both teams gathered together for a quick meeting as both were unsure about the bet. For Frank, he said they still had one play they’d practiced and he thought they could win. But only Cody was willing to take the risk of being a slave to his brother.

The older boys were also very concerned with being slaved to their brothers for 4 days. The two sets of boys discussed it for several minutes before both met at the foul line. Negotiations began. It ended with an agreement to play one last game, but not today. Today, the younger boys could keep the court. Tomorrow they would meet and play the final game. If the older boys won, the younger ones would be stripped to boxers for an hour and become slaves for 1 day. If the outcome went in favor of the younger boys, the slave time for the older boys would be 3 days. In either case, each team would choose a leader to meet with the other team to establish what rules would apply to being a slave before the slave time began.

Just before the two groups split up, Jason came over. “I’ve heard you guys accepted the bet, and I assume that all eight of you understand what happens if you lose. The high school guys take bets very seriously, and if any of you chicken out, I can assure you that steps will be taken to help that person or persons to rethink their decision. I will be here tomorrow to ref the game. I noticed that the third game today started getting a little rougher. I let it go, but if it gets out of hand tomorrow, I will start calling fouls. You older guys, especially you David, need to control your movements. You’ve been pushing and holding the younger kids too much. The younger ones didn’t complain, so I ignored it. But tomorrow I expect a cleaner game.”

That night, group texts went on for hours. Both sides were getting cold feet and wondering how to get out of it. If presented the right way, the game, and the bet, could have been modified or even mutually called off. But Maxwell Stallard misunderstood one of the messages.

“We’re going to call off the bet,” he said to his brother before bed.

“Really?” David asked, glad to hear it. “You guys are giving up?”

“I guess. None of us really wants to risk it. Well, Frank is willing, but he’ll take any dare. So I guess we’ll have to find a way to share the court.”

For the younger boys, the texting was done for the night, but not so for the older ones. Once David said that the younger boys were quitting, Declan convinced the others that the only way they could quit was to do their share of the bet and spend an hour wearing nothing but underpants.

The next morning, at the court, it was presented that way by Murphy.

“Where did you get an idea that we quit?” Carver asked. “We were going to offer to dissolve the bet.”

“Your brother said you guys were quitting without even attempting the game,” Murphy said. “So, go ahead and strip down. You lose by giving up.”

They were still arguing when Jason showed up to referee the game. He solved it by asking each of the younger boys what they understood. Three of them, all except Max, said they were going to offer to just cancel the bet. If the other team didn’t agree, they’d play the game as planned.

Jason explained the result to the older boys. “It looks to me that David was just confused by the wording of one text. The other three all agree that they were not going to quit. So it is up to you guys. Play the game or agree to end the bet and find another way to resolve who gets the court.”

“We’re not quitting,” Matt said. “Come on guys, we can beat them.” He managed to get the other three to risk it, and it was game on.

The score was 3 to 0 in favor of the older boys when Carver gave the signal for a Pick and Roll and Ram Screen. Max moved from the wing towards Declan at the key, drawing David with him. The older boys knew the pick and roll, and the other two defenders switched who they were defending, the quickest way to keep everyone covered. But it was all Max needed to see. With Matt now trying to cover Frank, he was able to double back and come to the same side as Frank. Together, they blocked Matt, and David was drawn away from his brother. The pass to Max was perfect, and he put it in for two points.

A steal on the inbounds play allowed the boys a free shot, making it 4-3. The younger boys now had the lead, and never gave it up, winning the game 10 to 8.

Murphy and Carver had been selected to come up with the rules for being a slave. They had to give up the court to another team when it took more than a few minutes. In fact, they worked for nearly an hour before calling the other 6 boys over.

“I did the best I could,” Murphy began. “We are going to have to do things our little brothers tell us to do. But there are limits. First, the ones that were easy to agree on. They can’t order us to do something we physically can’t do and then complain we didn’t do what was ordered. For example, they can’t order you to do a hundred pushups in under 10 seconds. That’s not possible. Next, they can’t order us to hurt each other or anyone else. They can’t order us to do something that would be likely to draw the attention of any adult or the police. Thus, no robbing banks or standing naked on the corner of Archer and Main.”

He paused, not wanting to continue, but he had to. “Next comes the stuff that we will have to do. We have to answer any question they ask us truthfully except for one’s that ask for passwords or codes. Then there are blowjobs. We have to give them, but there is a limit of 4 per day, and you don’t have to suck any one of them more than 3 times in one day. They can have a friend over, or invite one of our friends. We might have to suck that person off too, but if so, it counts as 2 blowjobs.”

“No way am I sucking off my little brother 4 times a day,” Matt said. “Or even once.”

“I hope I can change your mind,” Murphy began. “First, remember what Jason said. We’re starting high school in the fall. And if any of us refuses to meet the terms of the bet we lost it will cause you problems you don’t need. And second, as long as we go along with the rules, the length of time we are under their control is only 3 days, not four. But refusing to do something within the rules changes that.” He paused, and looked directly at Matt.

“If Matt refuses to blow his brother, he will suffer for it. Jason will see to it that he gets stripped in public, regardless of who sees him. He promises it will be a memorable event.” Then his gaze turned to include the other three older boys. “But this was a team bet. So we all suffer. As long as someone isn’t following the rules, we can accept a higher total for the day, up to 6, and that can include up to two kids from our grade that we would have to suck off. And the time that we are slaves pauses until all of us are following the rules. So, now you can understand why we can’t accept your statement Matt.”

Murphy looked at Matt. “What’s it to be? Are you going to follow the rules and suck Cody’s dick, or do we have a problem?”

“Before you answer, know this Matt,” David warned. “If you refuse and I have to pay a price for it, you can forget about being on our team. And the older friends of Jason won’t be the only ones you need to worry about.”

“Get that shit-eating grin off your fucking face,” Matt said to his brother. The fear of what older high school boys might do to him if he didn’t honor the bet was the only thing that made him give up. “And if you ever tell anyone I’ll kill you.”

“Ha!” Cody laughed. “I can invite other kids over to watch. Maybe for the first one I’ll call Keith Anderson.” He loved the look on his brother’s face. Keith used to be a friend of his brother’s, but they’d had a falling out a year ago.

“Keep in mind that if they tell people and word gets back to adults, we’re screwed,” Carver stated. “Make sure you pick kids who you know won’t blab it all over school.”

All four of the older brothers now had to think about having a friend of them witnessing as they sucked off their little brother.

“There is one final rule,” Murphy continued. “We can lower the number of days that we are a slave by 1, but we have to agree as a team to another bet. Carver didn’t want to say what it is without talking to the rest of his team, but we should know soon.”

“Is any of the slave stuff done outside or around other people?” Declan asked.

“Yeah. No public blowjobs, but under controlled conditions, we might be naked in front of other kids, even girls. But they have to keep the rules in mind. If adults get involved, the bet is over. If the police get involved, we’re all screwed, and the bet is over. So they will do as much as they can to ensure that it stays quiet and that no pictures get taken. Failure by them to follow the rules ends our slave days. And if I decide the reason parents found out was because they didn’t take steps to control it, they could end up being our slaves.”

“Wait a second, what?” Max complained. “You didn’t say anything about the possibility that we could become slaves of theirs.”

“I was going to get to it,” Carver responded. “We need to be very careful about who is around when we make them do stuff.”

“Come on guys, we still need to practice a bit,” Frank said. He looked to the other boys. “You guys will get the court soon, but you need to stand and watch in your boxers.”

“Isn’t that too dangerous?” Cody asked. He especially did not want the tables turned. “Other kids are going to see them.”

“They won’t be naked,” Carver explained. “Assuming they all have something on under their shorts.”

Murphy led the way, pulling off his shirt and then untying the drawstring on his shorts. “Come on guys, if we don’t do this, we’re in violation of the rules.”

Reluctantly, the other three boys joined him. A minute later, the four older boys were dressed only in boxers. And it didn’t go unnoticed by some of the other kids who were around them. They soon had a laughing audience.

Frank let it go on for several minutes while the team practiced. Then he called a halt and walked over to their brothers.

“It’s late,” Frank said. “You guys can take the court. We’ve had enough practice. But you still have to stay in nothing but your boxers until the hour is up. We’re going to trust you on that. But remember what happens if you decide to not follow the rule.”

“Or,” Cody began before his friends walked away. “You can get dressed now and keep the court, but only if you accept a bet. When you are done playing, we’ll all meet at my house. You guys will do exactly what I tell you to do without complaint or refusal. If you do, the time you spend as our slaves drops to 2 days. But if there is one complaint instead of pretended willing compliance, you will each have to complete 3 tasks in the next two days. If you don’t, your time as slaves continues until you do. Or you can give up any task in exchange for us fucking our brother twice for each task you back out of. That’s not a group thing, it is for each of you individually.”

“That’s pretty dangerous,” Max sighed. “I’m not sure about this.”

Hearing his brother having doubts, David immediately decided. “I’m in, but it has to be all of us. If one of us won’t take the bet, it is off.” He turned to his friends. “Remember, doing it lowers our time by one day.”

“I need to know more about the tasks they are going to make us do first,” Murphy asserted. “This is outside the rules for losing the game. They could make us do anything.”

“While that is true, I promise we won’t have you do anything we can’t already order you to do,” Cody offered. “So, accept the bet and get dressed, or refuse and spend the next thirty minutes as you are now.”

A hurried conference took place. It took some convincing, but the fact that three girls were spotted approaching settled it.

“We accept the bet,” Murphy declared as he and his friends quickly dressed.

“Okay, see you at home Cody said. Glad it was their brothers and not them, the four younger boys left.

The older boys shot hoops for a few minutes, not really practicing, before giving the court up to the first group waiting for one to open. Then they headed for the Katz house.

When they arrived, there was a note taped to the door. Matt read it out loud. “You will strip naked as soon as you enter the house. We will be in the basement. You will come down, and politely ask your brother if you can blow him. If he says okay, you will do the best job you can, and when finished, thank him for the opportunity. You will then do the same for his guest. Complete this, and you only have two more days to continue being our slaves, but you will each get a list of things you need to complete as per the side bet.”

“Shit, they won’t be alone,” David complained. “What if it’s a girl?”

“You can’t give a blowjob to a girl, so it will be boys,” Frank explained. “The real question is who it will be. Friends of theirs or of us? Or enemies?”

Matt remembered his brother taunting him with Keith Anderson. “Enemies would be my guess.”

Matt opened the door and they entered. Following the rules, the four boys stripped naked and then headed for the basement. Once there, it was horrible, but not as bad as it could be. In addition to their brothers, there were four friends of theirs. Kids their age.

Not wanting to do anything that would cause them to lose the side bet, Murphy headed to his brother. “Frank, can I give you a blowjob?” he asked, forcing himself to sound pleasant and serious. He didn’t dare look at the boy standing next to his brother. Nelson Mataro was a good and trusted friend. But he knew the kid would be smiling. And that after he finished sucking Frank’s dick, he’d have to do the same with Nelson.

The other three boys followed suit, each with the same misgivings about the boy standing next to their brother.

Once they gave permission, the four younger boys lowered their pants. All of them were hard, they had been since they heard their brothers enter the house.

The four older boys would later recall the sounds heard that afternoon in the basement. Slight slurping sounds as they sucked and licked first their brother, and then one of their good friends. The giggles, openly sounded by the brothers. At least their friends had the decency to try and hide the pleasure they got watching the demeaning show of older boys sucking younger ones. And then finally the sound of deep breaths being drawn and explosively released as the end result was reached. Again, first from the brothers, and then from friends. It didn’t matter, both were humiliating.

Without saying a word, the guest boys left after receiving their blowjobs.

“Okay, you guys did better than we expected,” Max admitted. “We thought at least one of you would refuse, or beg to get out of it. Now for the last three things each of you need to do to complete the side bet.” He handed out four slips of paper.

“Shit!” Declan said as he read the first line. “How do we lose our hair?”

“You can shave it off, or use a chemical,” Carver snickered. “It’s the next part that will really get you.

Declan read the rest. “Girls?”

“Yeah. We’ll inspect the result, but if we find any hair on any of you, we will have girls show you how it’s done.”

“Are you serious about number 2” Matt asked. “We can’t do that at the courts.”

“No, you’ll play at Savana Miller’s house,” his brother responded. “We’ll have girls there who will not tell anyone. We won’t let them have phones or cameras. It will be an epic game, and we’ll tell you more about what happens to the winners and losers when you’re ready to play strip horse.”

“Not the last one, come on guys, this will kill any hope we have for being accepted,” David pleaded. “Aaron White, Martin Garcia, Chase Brown, and Scott Lee will not keep it quiet.”

“Jason Knowles promises they will,” Max said. “And they will know that you are only asking to blow them in order to complete the side bet.”

“And until this is done, I suppose we stay your slaves?” Matt asked.

“No, this is the side bet you lost. You have so far earned one day off your slave time and only have two days to go. As long as you don’t refuse to do anything you are ordered to do. Like suck us again. Only this time, we want you to do another of us instead of a brother. Right now, while we’re all gathered here.” He saw the look of disgust on the older boys. “Think of the bright side. You are limited to giving four per day, and doing your friends counted as two. So this one will be the last one we can order you to give today.”

It wasn’t much, but it was better than having to do their brother again. Besides, they were slaves, they didn’t have any other choice except to agree to it.

“Can we pick who we do?” Murphy asked.

Frank shrugged his shoulders and looked at his friends. “Looks like it doesn’t matter to us,” he said when the other 3 younger boys gave a thumbs up.

After a short meeting, the older boys went to the boy they chose. Declan was with Cody, Matt with Frank, David had Carver, and Murphy to Max.

Since it had only been mere minutes since they they’d last shot, none of the younger boys were truly hard. Three of them had some thickening, but Cody’s dick was limp and hanging straight down. The older brothers had to work at it just to get them hard and then suck for several minutes before bringing the boys to a climax. Every second spent on their knees sucking a thirteen-year-old boy’s dick was torture.

Maxwell shot first, giving a triumphant cheer as he came. He and Declan watched the rest of them. Frank and Carver climaxed within seconds of each other, and now there were six boys watching as Murphy kept trying to get Cody done. Being watched made Cody nervous, so it was several minutes before he finally had his happy ending.

The slaves were allowed to dress, all except Matt. Cody decided to keep his brother naked while ordered to clean his brother’s bedroom. Similar tasks were given to the other boys, but for Declan and Murphy, they didn’t have to be naked because their mothers were home. They were reminded to lose their pubic hair before dawn, so each of the boys attempted shaving for the first time. The results were messy but not bloody.

The next morning, each of the older boys started the day off giving head to their younger brother. Then came their inspections. Each of the older boys still had traces of pubic hairs, so they were told that the job would be completed by girls. They then headed for Savana Miller’s house.

Four girls, all fourteen, eagerly awaited the arrival of the kids they knew well. The house was on a large lot, with privacy fencing all around the back. The rules were given by Carver.

“You will each start with five chips,” he began, giving different color chips to each of the older boys. “You’ll be playing standard horse, where one shoots and if he makes the basket each of the others must make it from the same spot or lose a chip. The first one to lose all his chips will have the worst of it.”

“What exactly does that mean?” David asked.

“Well, for the time being, he gets tied up naked. See those ropes hanging from the porch?” All four boys looked. The porch was about ten feet above ground level, and eight ropes hung from the top. “Arms will be tied above your head, and you will remain there until the next player loses.”

“What if two of us miss the same shot on our last chip?” Murphy asked.

“Then you will both be first losers, and punished the same,” Carver continued. “Once we have a winner, that boy will face a very difficult choice. Here is what happens to the losers: The first loser will have to suck 2 boys aged fourteen and 3 aged 13. The second loser sucks 2 boys aged fourteen and 2 who are thirteen. The third loser sucks 2 fourteen-year-old boys and one aged thirteen. And if we have a fourth loser, he will suck one of each age. The girls will pick who the boys are, not us, but it will be somewhat public, meaning that other boys can be invited to watch.” He paused. “Or you agree now to have the losers get fucked one time by one of us. And you get to pick who, and it will be in private.”

“How could we have four losers? Declan asked.

“I said the winner has to make a tough decision,” Carver said. “He can walk away, no longer a slave, although he still has to complete the side bet tasks, but he has no say in the decision of which punishment the other losers picked. And gets fucked by the boy the others didn’t pick.”

The eyes of the four older boys grew big, and their faces flushed with the thought of it.

“As an added bonus, all of you still had pubes on your inspection. They will be removed by the girls, and that includes the winner before he leaves should he choose to leave the rest of you to your fate. Once we have three losers, you guys get to vote on which punishment you accept. The winner won’t know which it is unless and until he decides to join you as the fourth loser.”

Without waiting for comments or complaints, Frank tossed them a basketball. “Decide who shoots first or we will.”

They quickly picked Declan to shoot first. He was the worst shot on the team. After him, they decided to go in order of last names as all of them were about equal. Declan missed his attempt, so the ball went to David.

It lasted over half an hour before Declan lost his last chip.

“Strip, everything off, and go over to the ropes,” Savana ordered excitedly. She and her three friends were about to see a naked teen. A boy they had classes with.

“Don’t refuse,” Carver said softly to his brother when instead of getting undressed he stood there staring at the four girls. “It gets a whole lot worse for all of them if you don’t do it.”

Declan knew his brother was being helpful and honest, and it got him going. For some reason even he didn’t understand, he turned his back as he removed the last of his clothing, his boxers. Then, with his hands locked over his privates, he walked to where the ropes hung. He had to move his hands over his head in order for the girls to tie them, and from then on, he couldn’t hide himself. His dick quickly became erect.

Five minutes later, David joined him. Matt had only lost one chip, and Murphy three. It went back and forth, each boy making the shot, until Matt moved to beyond the concrete driveway and made a long shot. Murphy missed, and it was four chips remaining to two.

Matt proved it wasn’t a fluke by making the next one from the same spot, and again his friend missed. He repeated it a third time, only this time Murphy’s shot hit the backboard, then the front of the rim, before rolling around twice before falling through the net. But at one chip, he knew he couldn’t outlast Matt.

He joined the other naked boys in front of the overhanging porch.

Carver went to them and asked for a vote on the punishment. He allowed them to talk between the three of them, and it they quickly had a unanimous decision. Reminding them not to tell Matt, he called the only dressed fourteen-year-old boy over.

“You need to strip too,” he ordered. “The girls are going to take care of the hairs that each of you failed to remove. But first, what decision are you making? Walking away no longer a slave, or becoming the fourth loser, bound by the punishment the others voted to accept?”

He wanted to walk in the worst way. But he knew it would be the end of his being on the team, and most likely, the end of their friendship. And, he was going to be seen naked by the four girls here now anyway. The thought of having to suck the dick of the two boys chosen by those girls was what troubled him the most.

“I’m, uh, the fourth loser,” he whispered.

He stripped quickly, wanting this to end, and raised his hands where the girls tied them to the last two ropes. The knots were simple, he knew he could put his hands together and untie them, but what would be the point? It would likely be seen as a refusal and things would only get worse.

Knowing this was going to happen, the girls had shaving cream and the razors they used on their legs. Instead of each girl going to one boy, they had previously agreed they’d start on the left and work together on each boy. Matt was the first boy, and his dick was twitching up and down, making them giggle.

All four girls had a chance to grab the warm and firm fleshy protrusion, making Matt moan softly. They coated his middle in shaving cream, and then added some to his armpits. Then they took turns, working two at a time, at removing the hairs with practiced strokes of the razors.

Once done, a towel was used to wipe him clean, and they all cheered and laughed as the now totally pubeless boy was displayed in front of them.

They then move on to the right, where Murphy stood. He had a few tears running down his cheeks after witnessing what they had done to Matt and were about to do to him.

They accidently made him cum as they rubbed the cream over his balls, and it nearly hit Britney Washington. But it also made them laugh, and they went back to Matt and did the same to him. For the girls, it was fun and very thrilling. For the boys, it was frustrating, because the moment the first burst of cum was released, the girls let go, unknowing that it made it an incomplete climax.

A few minutes later, David and Declan were also treated to the same. The four girls stepped back where they could see all four boys at once. Each wished they’d been permitted to have their cell phone. A picture of this would have generated a lot of income for them. But they understood the need for the rule.

“I guess they’re all yours,” Savana said after the last views and touches were completed. “Thank you so much for inviting us for this. I’m sure none of us will ever see anything like it again.” She looked at Declan. “And we had the perfect boys picked for you. Hayden Martinez and Nathaniel Williams, and two of our brothers and yours for the younger boys.”

Declan almost fainted. Without the support of Murphy and David to go with the fucking, he would have had to blow the Williams brothers. And that would have been something horrible indeed. Much worse than his brother.

“You guys chose being fucked?” Matt asked as he was released.

“Yeah,” Frank responded. “And the boy they didn’t pick was Cody. You are going to be the only one fucked by his little brother.”

“Wait,” David said. “We didn’t know. We were sure he was going to walk away. I’d like to change. Cody can fuck me instead of Frank.”

Cody was the only one of the four younger boys to complain, and he was outvoted. Matt knew then that becoming the fourth loser had been the right decision.

“We will do that after you guys complete the third item on the list,” Carver stated. “Aaron, Scott, Martin, and Chase will be at Cody’s house right after breakfast tomorrow. They will decide which of you are going to suck each of them.”

“And we’re going back there now,” Cody said. “Yesterday, you got to suck one of your friend’s dick. Today, you get to do one of our friends. They should be meeting us in about an hour. Same rules as yesterday. You strip as soon as you enter the house. Then you ask each of us followed by our friends. We’ll see you there.”

He and the other younger boys hurried off while the older boys got dressed.

Matt, Declan, David, and Murphy were in no hurry to get there. They knew that when they arrived, they’d be forced into more acts of humiliation – each of them sucking two dicks. Four more boys would know their brothers were getting blowjobs and get one themselves. And more of it tomorrow, which would be far worse because it would be kids their age – bullies who would long remember the event. After that, getting fucked. At least that would not be done by a younger brother.

They got a slight cheer as they entered the basement naked. Their brothers and friends had all stripped to just shirts and boxers. The four friends looked nervous, but tenting in their underwear showed that they were anticipating their pleasure. They knew the four friends. All had been frequent guests at any of the houses for years. One of them had a brother who was fourteen. Another a younger brother. The older boys wondered if they would tell their brothers that they got a blowjob.

“If you want, you don’t have to do your brother,” Frank said as the older boys started to move towards their siblings. “You guys can pick who you do again today.”

That seemed like a minor event, but to the older brothers, it was a real gift. Sucking off a boy was horrible. But doing your kid brother was worse. They didn’t even talk about who to go to. Like yesterday, they were relieved to not have to do their brothers. They chose different boys today. Matt went to Carver. Declan to Max, Murphy to Cody, and David to Frank. They each asked, remembering to make it a polite request, if they could suck their chosen boy. The guests giggled as each boy responded with a gleeful “Yes” response as they pushed their boxers down to their knees. When it was done, they gave a warm-sounding but unmeant thank you.

Then the same question to the four young friends. All of them of course gave permission. For them, this was a first blowjob, and they were surprised at how good it felt. The noises they made showed how much they were enjoying it. It didn’t take long for them to shoot, and when they were done, the boy who had sucked them off thanked them for allowing him to do it.

“Any time,” Kit said with a laugh. “Whenever you want.” The other three friends made similar comments.

That night, before bed, each of the younger brothers asked for and got another blowjob. It was scary for each, as all four sets of parents were home. But worse for the boy doing the sucking, and he was required to be naked. Imagine if their mother walked in to say something and found her fourteen-year-old son naked and sucking on his younger brother’s dick.

The next morning, the last item on the list for the side bet. The four bullies were coming. It was going to be far worse than any of the blowjobs given thus far.

The bullies knew why they’d been invited over. Jason Knowles had explained in great detail what they could, and especially could not do. And the consequences for screwing it up. They were bullies, but they had to respect the older teen. Especially since he played two sports – wrestling and basketball. Being bullied in turn by seniors who wrestled was not on their bucket list.

Cody was a bit surprised when he answered the door. He expected the boys he’d invited - Aaron, Scott, Martin, and Chase. But none of them had come alone. Two of them had brought brothers, one two cousins who went to his school and the last friends. Four plus eight. He knew most of them, six were his age, and one he knew was only twelve. The last one was the same age as his brother. A nerd. One who was picked on frequently. Cody wondered why any of them were here, but mostly Quentin Ross.

“It was just supposed to be you four,” he said. “I don’t know …”

“Call Knowles,” Aaron White directed. “He approved it. Don’t take my word for it, call him, he’s expecting to hear from you.”

Cody made the call and heard that it was true. While limitations had been imposed on the four boys his brother and friends feared most, the bullies were allowed to make a demand before consenting for a blowjob. He led the twelve boys to the basement.

“I hear you have something to ask me,” Aaron White said to Matt.

“Can I give you a blowjob?” Matt asked, his voice breaking from the fear of just asking such a question to the bully.

“I guess, if you really want to. But I want to make sure you have some experience before you do me, so ask my brothers first. Start with Owen, he’s kind of young. After him, you can do Russell.”

While Matt was forced with accepting the demand, a similar conversation was taking place with his friends.

Declan had a similar decision, as Martin demanded he do his two brothers, the thirteen-year-old twins Mateo and Diego.

For David, Scott Lea had brought his brother Mason, who was thirteen, and Hayden Martinez, one of the boys Savana had wanted him to do. Hayden was fourteen.

Murphy was picked by Chase Brown. He had brought his cousin Ian, who was thirteen, and a friend his age, Luca James.

All four brothers knew that not completing the task would allow their brothers to fuck them two times. They were already committed to allowing it once, none of them wanted it to happen again after that. They each committed to giving the blowjobs.

Owen White might have only been twelve, but he was a well-developed boy already. Equipped with a 4.5-inch-long dick and large balls that already had a few hairs on them, he quickly showed that his balls worked just fine, shooting thick cum that contained sperm into Matt’s mouth.

His middle brother was even bigger, and shot more, making Matt dread doing the oldest boy. And his fear was confirmed when Aaron lowered his pants. A monster dick, especially for a boy who’d only been a teenager for two years. Nearly six inches in length, it was partially hidden by a huge growth of pubic hair. And when he shot, Cody thought it would never stop.

Next to him, Declan didn’t have as much of a problem. The twins were fraternal, not identical, and they were at slightly different stages of development. Neither of them had been circumcised, and he later found that to be true of Martin as well. The bigger twin, Mateo, was about 4.4 inches long, nearly a half inch longer than Diego. Once he figured out how to use his lips and tongue to expose the purple head from under the foreskin, the boy shot quickly. It wasn’t thin, but not too thick either. His twin shot even less. But Martin was fourteen, and like Aaron, his best friend, well developed. Not as big, no more than 5.25 inches, but he fired six thick bursts of cum straight into Declan’s throat.

David was told to start with Hayden. There had been words exchanged between the two boys last year in school, and he’d had to back down from the boy because he was a friend of both Aaron and Scott. Now he had to suck the boy off, and the kid was eager to get started. His dick was a modest 4.75 inches long, but he shot volumes of cum. Having enjoyed watching his best friend get off, Scott decided his little brother would have to wait until last. He was just a little bigger down there than Hayden, but shot just as much. After doing two boys his age, David was relieved to have a younger boy to finish with. But he hadn’t gotten lucky. Mason was thirteen, but he was every bit as developed as his older brother.

Murphy started with the cousin, Ian, because he was the youngest. Typical of kids his age, he had a modestly long dick and a small patch of hair, and he shot some real cum, but not much of it. But Murphy knew he’d get more from Luca, and he did. The boy was his age, fourteen, and of normal development. Murphy had trouble swallowing all of it at the rate it was shot into his mouth. It was about the same when he did Chase.

The twelve boys left as soon as the last of the blowjobs were done. The younger boys whispered to each other for a few minutes.

“We, uh, didn’t expect that,” Max said. “That you’d have to do the extra boys. Because of that, you guys can get dressed and go home where you all have chores to do. We’ll get our fun later.”

“You can stay naked,” Cody said to his brother. “Your job for now is to clean all three bathrooms. I’m going out for a while, but I want you to stay naked.”

Left by himself, Matt wanted to do something that he hadn’t done in several days now. He went upstairs, slowly bringing his dick to a full erection as he headed for his room. But as he passed the front door, the doorbell rang.

He looked out and saw his best friend there. Nelson looked excited about something. He decided to see what was up and opened the door. Using it as a shield, he peeked around the edge. “What’s up?”

“Hey Matt. Okay if I come in? I saw your brother leaving. And the other boys too.”

“Yeah,” Matt muttered. “I’m kind of worn out, and Cody gave me chores to do. Maybe now isn’t the best time.”

“I assume because you’re hiding behind the door that he also made you stay naked,” Nelson said. “I felt bad about the other day. Getting sucked by you. I mean, it was great and all, but we’re friends. Or we used to be.”

“We still are, if that’s what has you worried. I’ve got to …”

“I want to return the favor. I don’t want anyone to know, but I’ll blow you. Just to make up for you having to do me.”

Matt considered that this might be a trick, but Nelson was a good friend. He decided the kid was serious. But making him do it was as big a threat to their friendship as anything. He didn’t owe anything. He said as much while still hiding behind the door.

“It won’t change anything, I promise,” Nelson declared. “It’s been bothering me a lot that I didn’t even apologize to you. Please, I need to make it right for myself, even if you’re fine. Let me in.” He pushed on the door. It was held tight at first, but then it opened wide enough for him to enter.

It was utter bliss. Matt had been about to jack off, but now he was glad of the timing. Nelson wasn’t good at it, but he didn’t need to be. The warmth of his mouth, plus the feeling of his tongue, were enough to make him shoot after just a few minutes. Then the shame of having his best friend do it hit him.

“I’m sorry,” Matt stated. “For cuming in your mouth without warning. It’s just that it felt…”

“It feels really good, doesn’t it,” Nelson responded. “I know. And then I felt like you do. Only thing is, I never said I was sorry. I couldn’t, not in front of the others. So, don’t worry about it. Like I said, I owed it to you. We’re even, and I hope we’re still the same as we were before.”

“We will be,” Matt stated. Then he corrected himself. “We are the same, and will remain that way. Thanks for coming over and doing … that. You’re right, we’re even.”

“Don’t tell the others, okay?” his friend asked as they headed for the door. “Or anyone for that matter. I’d like this to stay between us, okay?”

“You got it,” Matt declared. When Nelson left, he turned to the chores Cody had ordered him to complete. He was nearly done when his brother returned.

“That’s good enough,” Cody told him. “Get dressed. Your friends are meeting at the Stallard house. You guys need to pick which of us are going to fuck you. Once that is done, you’ll all be free of our hold.”

The next day dawned cloudy. Rain was expected. But for the eight boys, the weather didn’t matter. All of them were happy in their own way. Four of them were going to be fucked, but then it would end the worst 3 days of their lives. And the other four were going to be doing the fucking.

There was no fanfare, no build up. The younger boys eager and happy, the older ones sullen and a bit fearful.

“We looked up how to do it,” Carver began. “And we will do it correctly. Who is on whom?”

Matt pointed to him. “You and me,” he said. “Frank with Declan, my brother with David, and Max with Murphy. The eight boys paired up and they all stripped.

“First, we need to use this,” Carver said, holding up a blue and white tube with the letters K-Y on the top. “It lubricates you to protect the skin from tearing. We’ll apply it with a finger.”

“Just put it on your fucking dick and get this over with,” Murphy growled.

“No,” Carver countered. “Our fingers are not as thick as our dicks. Doing it our way helps to stretch out the muscle so it won’t hurt when we penetrate. We are going to do it the way the thing we found on line said to. You guys don’t have any choice.”

“But that doesn’t mean we won’t be enjoying it too,” Cody said with a smirk. Matt was glad his brother wasn’t doing him.

They shared the single tube, each younger boy squeezing a large amount on to one finger. Then they had the four older boys move the couch away from the wall so they could bend over the back of it.

At first it felt cold, but then the finger in each of them began a circular motion as it slowly pushed forward. It felt weird. A tiny bit painful, but mostly just intrusive. Until it was all the way inside.

Four fingers all found four prostates, and soon the older boys were rocking as they got boners from the massage. Complaints fell on deaf ears.

The fingers were removed, and more K-Y applied, this time to the younger boy’s dicks. Then the real fun (for half of the boys) began.

The boys had been right, their dicks were thicker than their finger, but not by much. There was a bit more pain, but even that was not the problem. The problem each of the fourteen-year-old boys faced was that a boy a year younger than them had his dick inserted. Happy noises came from those over the backs, other, not happy sounds were made by the four underneath.

In and out, each boy moved at his own pace. Unknown to the older boys, the four younger ones had practiced on each other. Each had been fucked, and knew how it felt. But also, each had fucked, and knew how that felt too. They had all jacked off just prior to this meeting, which enabled them to ride longer. But like all rides, at some point it had to end.

It had started at the same time, but each younger kid had worked his own pace. Cody finished first, giving off a loud hiss as he began shooting his load into David. Next was Carver, who just sighed audibly. Frank and Max were almost tied. Both gave a slight cheer.

And then it was over. The younger brothers got off the backs of the older ones and quietly dressed. It was a big moment for all eight of them.

It took a few days before the older ones were willing to even talk to the younger ones. Gradually, while never forgotten, it got put away. Compartmentalized in their brains.

“We’d like to learn those plays you guys used to beat us,” Murphy asked one day.

“Oh, yeah, the modified pick and roll. We knew you guys knew that, it’s one of the first plays anyone interested learns. But we did a variation called the Pin and Pick.” He went on to explain how it worked. Both teams practiced it, plus two other plays the younger ones had been working on. Then he taught them the Double Back Drill, and the Ram Screen.

In the end, both teams made it to tournament play. The older ones finished third, while the younger ones second in their age group. Both finished high enough to make it to the school team the following fall.

The events of those three days were never brought up by any of them. The other boys who had gotten blowjobs never talked about it, or if they did, it never became public. The ability of Jason Knowles to carry out his threat was too real to all of them. Even the bullies.

For Matt, Declan, David, and Murphy, they could take solace for a few things. Their brothers had never imposed public nudity. Only four girls had seen them naked. Now it was over, and the eight of them went on with life. There were no paybacks, no threats. Eventually, as they all got a few years older, they even became friends. Three years later, all eight played on the high school team together, three of them – Matt, Carver, and David as starters.

The end.

This story was inspired by a reader’s request.