As Josh dozed on the couch, spinning in his roofie / muscle relaxant / poppers haze, Paul decided he wanted to play with Josh in his room. So he wandered through the house, found Josh's bedroom, and set up his video cameras, positioning them in strategic positions. He wanted to get some good shots. Then he went back to his incoherent hottie and gently his cheeks to rouse him. Josh slowly lifted his heavy-lidded, glazed eyes. He struggled to focus on Paul. "Whaa...?" he muttered. It was even a struggle for him to speak. The kid was a total lightweight, Paul laughed to himself. Well, to be honest, that combination of drugs would knock anybody their ass.
"I'm gonna walk help you to your room so you can get some rest, buddy."
"Thankssss..." Josh slurred, unaware that he was nearly naked. Paul pulled Josh to his feet and helped him walk down the hall to his bedroom. He laid him on his bed, sprawled sexily in his briefs.
"How're ya feelin', Josh?" he asked.
Josh smiled weakly. "Good... nice..."
"Do you like what's happening to you?" Paul asked, knowing full well the drugged teen was unable to form coherent thoughts.
Josh nodded, still smiling. "Yes..."
"Do you like what you're doing?"
"Yeah..."
Paul asked a variation of the question a number of times and each time Josh answered in a similar, affirmative manner, nodding and smiling. Paul planned to use these "canned" responses later when he edited his tape. The night before, while he and Billy were going at it, he'd come up with the idea of blackmailing the young stud. Josh Larson's dad, David Larson, was the pastor of one of the largest, most respected churches in San Diego. In addition to his own church, he traveled across the country, speaking at various churches, rallies and conventions. He'd written several books and had made several motivational videos and tapes. He was also well known on the talk show circuit, appearing often both on local television and on the major cable news networks.
Paul wasn't quite sure what he wanted in return from the blackmailing, other than, of course, sex with the studly quarterback, but when he saw the photos in Josh's room, he instantly knew what he wanted. The walls and shelves were full of team pictures and of candid shots of Josh and his friends. Many of them were as hot as Josh. If he played his cards right, he could have a stable full of unsuspecting stud with little Joshie Larson as his pimp.
He opened the top drawer of Josh's dresser and found a pair of fresh briefs. He pulled down the Old Navy briefs Josh was wearing, again pocketing them as a souvenir, and marveled at the young stud's manhood. The eight-inch rod was erect, thanks to the Viagra and he zoomed his camera in on it. Josh's boner pointed upward and curved ever so slightly to the left. Bonus! It was leaking fuck sap! The veins in the shaft were evident and his dick hair, light in color like Josh's hair, was thick and wiry. Josh was evidently well into puberty. Paul focused on the circumcised dick head. The helmet. It had a wide flange and deep piss lips. Paul also knew from experience that it was very sensitive. He ran a rough finger over it, watching the fat head expand and contract. Josh meanwhile, was moaning and slowly thrashing on the bed. Thanks to the muscle relaxants, he couldn't do much.
"You like how this feels, Josh?" Paul asked, slowly moving the camera from the teen's throbbing dick to his face. Josh was still smiling, too dazed to know what was going on, other than that he was feeling enormous pleasure below the waist.
The virgin teen nodded, his grin spread clear across his face. "Yes..."
Paul smiled. "You're such good boy."
The drugs Josh had ingested would last only a few hours so Paul had to work fast. He already had plenty of footage from yesterday but he wanted more. He turned Josh onto his stomach and positioned him in a fetal position to showing off his nice round ass, white briefs stretched tautly across.
Then he put Josh back on his back and sat him up on the edge of his bed. He stood in front of him and lowered his sweat pants. He was wearing a pair of Josh's used Old Navy briefs and he lowered them as well. His dick was hard and drippy and he shoved it into Josh's mouth. Josh looked confused and tried to turn his head but Paul put his hands behind Josh's head and held it in place. He began to slide his cock in and out of Josh's mouth.
"Be a good boy and suck it. Yeah, that's it. Suck it good. Oh yeah. You like this, don't you?" Josh was too out of it to respond or resist. All he could do was let the dick in his mouth continue to fuck his face.
"Hmmm..... yeah.... you're good, Josh," Paul said, thrusting his hips and feeling his balls constrict. His breathing got heavier and his pace quickened. Suddenly he began to cum. He put one hand on Josh's throat and firmly stroked it, making the teen quarterback swallow the fuck swill. Some dribbled out of his mouth and onto his lips and chin.
Once his orgasm subsided, Paul licked the cum from Josh's face and began to French kiss him. In his dazed state, Josh returned the kiss.
For five minutes Paul made out with Josh, groping his body and moaning. When he finished he took a camera off the tripod and began to zoom in on various parts of Josh's body. Finally he lowered Josh's underwear and began to suck his dick.
"Ahhh.... ohhh.... yeahhhh..." the drugged up teenager moaned, rivers of pleasure coursing through his hot young body. Within minutes he was cumming and Paul swallowed it all.
After another hour of fondling and playing with Josh's hunky body, Paul re-dressed the teen the clothes he'd been wearing, kissed him on the forehead and mouth, and covered him up. He loaded up all his gear and went back to his house. He had some work to do.
That Saturday night the phone in the Larson house rang. "Hello?" Josh said, taking the phone from his mom.
"Hey Josh, it's Paul, how's it going?"
"Hi Paul. I'm doin' good. What's up?"
"Not much. But I got something I wanna show you. You gotta a minute to cruise on over?"
"Uhhh... sure. We just finished dinner and I gotta few minutes before we hafta leave for Saturday night service, but I'll be over in a few."
Damn, Paul said as he hung up the phone. He forgot about the Saturday night services. David Larson's church was so large that he held a Saturday night service to ease the load on Sundays. Apparently Josh was going to church tonight. Well, maybe that would work in Paul's favor. He could show Josh a few minutes of the tape and then let him sit in church and stew for an hour or so.
The doorbell rang and Paul let Josh in. "What's up," Josh asked. He was dressed in his church clothes.
"I got this video I think you'll really be interested in," Paul said.
Josh looked at his watch. "We're leavin' for church in a few minutes," he said. "Can I come by and watch it after?"
Paul sucked in his breath. "Sure, we can watch the whole thing later if you want, but you really need to see this part. It'll only take a minute. I promise."
"Okay, I guess," Josh said, shrugging his shoulders. He looked confused.
"Go on in the living room, buddy," Paul said, following the young stud and admiring his ass in his cargo pants. He picked up a remote control and pressed a button. The TV turned on and a video started playing. Josh froze when he saw what was on the tape. It was him, lying on his bed naked. And he was sucking Paul's.... sucking Paul's...
"What?" was all he could manage to utter.
"Just listen, Josh," Paul instructed, turning up the volume.
The TV got louder and the dialogue became clearer:
Paul: "You likin' this Josh?"
Josh: "Yeah... it's great."
Paul: "You like suckin' cock, don't you."
Josh: "Yeah... it's great.
Paul clicked the TV off and looked at the stunned teen. Josh's mouth was gaping and his eyes were wide open. "What... why...?"
Paul spoke very slowly and very calmly. "Apparently, Josh, you're a total cock hound. Now, it'd be a real shame if your parents and friends and teachers and coaches saw this tape, wouldn't it? I mean, it would fuck up your life. And it would ruin your daddy, too, wouldn't it."
Josh didn't respond. He still looked dazed and stunned.
"Josh!" Paul said loudly and the teenager snapped out of his stupor. He looked over at Paul. His face was a mask of shock and horror.
"Why? What do you want?" he asked, totally confused. It sounded like he was going to cry.
"Well," Paul said, "I want you to come back here after church and watch the whole video with me. Believe me, this is just the tip of the iceberg, buddy."
"I'm not your buddy," Josh snarled. It was the first time Paul had ever heard Josh used that tone of voice.
"Easy boy," Paul said, matching Josh's tone. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm the one calling the shots. Now listen up. Like I said, after church you're gonna come back here and we're gonna sit down and watch the whole video, okay?" Josh silently nodded. Paul continued. "While you're in church tonight I want you to think of some friends who might wanna party some time."
Josh looked confused again. "Why would you want my friends...?" He stopped when he realized what Paul was getting at. "Oh, you can't make me do that."
"Oh don't worry, Josh. It's just gonna be a party. They won't know what's happenin' to them. You didn't. How do you think I made this video? I had you in a fuckin' fog for two days. You didn't even know your own cock suckin' name. Now, one more time... while you're at church tonight, think of a few guys you can bring over. I saw some pictures in your room if that'll help."
Josh was a basket case. He was walking back and forth in the living room, muttering to himself. He jumped and then cringed as Paul put his hand on his shoulder. The look on his face was a mixture of shock, horror, and hatred. Paul loved it.
"You better hurry up, Josh," he said. "You don't wanna miss church now, do you?"
As Josh walked through the house to leave, Paul called after him. "Oh Josh, when you come back over, don't wear boxers, okay? Wear some of those sexy Old Navy briefs from the video." The door slammed. Paul smiled and sat down on the couch, rewinding the video. He could watch this all day.
As he climbed into his dad's Ford Expedition, Josh's head was spinning. He'd never been good at hiding his emotions, but he knew he'd have to be good now. He couldn't let on that anything was bothering him. He had to play things cool. Oh man! What if Paul showed that tape to the people he'd mentioned? What was he going to do? Josh was silent on the ten-minute ride to the church, tuning out everything except the images on the tape and Paul's demands.
By the time they got to the church Josh was a mess. He ditched his family as quick as he could and sat with a group of friends. Maybe they could help him take his mind off of things. But it didn't work. Paul's evil demands kept resonating through his head: "Think of a few guys you can bring over. I saw some pictures of you and your friends and teammates in your room. I want those guys." He didn't realize that he'd memorized what Paul had said. Paul. How could've he have done that to him? He was supposed to be his friend....
Before Josh knew it, the service was over and was filing out of the building, still in a daze. He knew he had to go back to Paul's house and watch the whole video - a prospect he was NOT looking forward to. What could he do?
Paul saw the Larson's pull into their driveway and waited impatiently for Josh to come over. It was almost thirty minutes before he saw Josh walking over. The poor kid looked in a daze.
Paul met him at the front door. Josh refused to look him in the eye. Paul had an idea. Before he let him in he asked him, "do you have a yearbook, Josh?"
Josh nodded. "Y...y..yeah..." he stammered, looking at the ground.
"Go and get it and come right back."
Two minutes later Josh was back. He sat on the couch in the corner of the living room, obviously freaked, as Paul flipped through the yearbook. "Can I get you anything to drink?" Josh shook his head no.
Paul picked up the remote control and pressed play. "Well, let's get to it."
Paul and Billy had edited together a fifteen-minute video of Josh getting stripped, sucked off, creaming his briefs, and sucking cock. Paul watched Josh's reaction to the video. The horrified teen winced and cringed as he saw the degrading things being done to him and the even more degrading things he was doing.
"I have a shorter version that I plan on giving out if you don't come through for me," Paul said. "That one just shows you happily sucking my cock and telling me how much you like it."
"But I don't. I didn't..." Josh said.
"The camera doesn't lie, Josh," Paul said. "Who do you think they're gonna believe? And do you seriously think it's gonna matter? Once everybody finds out you're a cocksucker, you're toast."
"Whattaya want from me?" Josh whispered hoarsely.
"Well, to start off with, why don't you come sit closer to me?" Paul said, patting the cushion next to him. Josh reluctantly moved next to him.
"There, that's better, isn't it?" Paul said, rubbing Josh's knee. Josh was trembling.
"Oh, it's okay. Are you sure I can't get you something to drink?" Paul asked again.
Again Josh refused. He knew better than to accept any kind of drink from Paul.
"Well then, stand up and strip for me."
Josh shook his head. "What?! No way."
"Did you not see the tape, Josh? Don't fuck with me!" Paul snapped. "Now stand up and take your fuckin' clothes off. And I want you to do it like you're a male stripper. I'll even put on some music for you."
As Josh reluctantly stood up, Paul inserted a CD into his entertainment center. The song "I'm Too Sexy" blared through the speakers. It was the dance re-mix version. The extended version. Josh noticed that Paul was turning on a video camera and he froze.
"Come on, Josh," Paul said. Josh was still not moving. "Okay, you can leave your underwear on, but don't make me ask again. Now strip!"
As the music played Paul took a seat in an oversized easy chair as Josh slowly began to move in time to the music, awkwardly removing his clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt, fumbling with the buttons, and dropped it to the couch. Then he bent down and untied his shoes and slipped them off. He pulled his socks off next. He was now left wearing his cargo pants and belt. Paul stood behind the camera, gesturing for him to continue. Josh slowly undid his belt and unbuttoned his cargo pants. His Old Navy waistband came into view. He let the pants fall to his ankles and stepped out of them, almost falling in the process. He was now naked except his underwear. He was soft, but still had a big package. He looked over at Paul, a pleading look in his eyes.
"Dance," Paul mouthed, gesturing. Josh closed his eyes tightly for a moment. When he opened them he began to move his hips and dance. Paul let the humiliated teenager prance around in his underwear until the song finished playing, then he got up and turned the camera off. He moved the tripod and aimed the camera at the big chair he'd been sitting in and turned it back on.
Josh was picking up his clothes, about to re-dress. "Oh, no..." Paul said. "No clothes. Come over here and sit on my lap."
"No. Uh huh," he said. "I did what you asked, now let me go home. Please."
Paul sighed and leaned forward in the chair. "Oh Josh, Josh, Josh. You're not in any position to tell me what to do. See that table over there? The one with all the tapes and envelopes on them? Well, they're all addressed to your friends and your teachers, and to your dad's church. Do you really want everybody to see that tape?"
Josh's shoulders slumped and he dropped his clothes. With a completely defeated look on his face he slowly walked over to the chair and sat down on Paul's lap.
"That's a good boy, Joshie," Paul said, caressing the teen's crotch. Josh was shaking.
"Are you cold? Nervous?" Paul asked in mock concern. Josh didn't respond. Paul picked up a bottle of poppers from the side table and opened it. He put it to Josh's nostril. "Why don't you take a nice sniff of this. It'll make you feel all warm."
Josh shook his head.
"I wasn't asking," Paul said. "And you loved this stuff the other times." He put the bottle back to Josh's nostril. "Now take a deep breath." Josh obeyed.
"Unnggghhh..." he moaned, his back arching slightly. Paul switched the bottle to the other nostril and told him to breathe again. Josh did. "Ohhhh... nnnn...."
"Yeah, it's good, isn't it?" Paul said, licking Josh's neck.
Three hits in each nostril later, and Josh was like a limp rag doll in Paul's lap, totally high. Paul slipped the teen's briefs off and after giving them a good sniff, tossed them over with the rest of his clothes. He then took Josh's soft cock in his hand and slowly jerked it until it got hard.
Josh's dick was just getting hard as he was coming out of his popper-induced haze. "Welcome back," Paul said, releasing the throbbing organ. Josh looked down in horror, realizing he was buck naked. He opened his mouth to talk but nothing came out.
Paul picked up Josh's yearbook. "Now," he said, flipping through the pages, "where was that picture I saw before?" He found it and showed it to Josh, who was clearly uncomfortable in his naked state. The picture was a candid shot of Josh and three other handsome young studs, sitting in the cafeteria.
"This picture here," Paul said, looking at the caption. "Let's see who your buddies are... Josh Larson, that's you... Ryan Patterson, Justin Diehl and Tony Hall. I take it they're friends of yours?"
Josh nodded reluctantly. "Can I get dressed please?" he asked, his voice cracking.
"Sure, go ahead," Paul said, "but come back when you're done." As Josh got up, Paul slapped him playfully on the ass. Josh jumped and Paul snickered.
"Now, these guys... Ryan, Justin and Tony. You say they're friends of yours. Do they like to party?"
Josh was nearly dressed. "Yeah, I guess. I know Justin and Tony party a lot. Ryan goes to my church, but he goes to parties, too."
Paul took the yearbook to his computer desk and flipped up the top of the printer/copier/fax/scanner combo and photocopied the page. Then he handed the yearbook back to Josh. "Next Friday night, after the game, I want you to invite them here for a party. Just the four of you. And me and Billy. Understand?"
Josh put the yearbook under his arm and nodded. "Yes," he said in a subdued tone.
"Don't sound so glum, chum," Paul chuckled. "They won't know what hit 'em. Just be sure you clear it with mommy and daddy that you're spending the night at a friends, okay?"
Josh nodded. "Can I go now? Please?" Clearly the kid was freaked out.
"Yeah, go on home, Joshie. But remember, party next Friday night!"
To be continued...
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