Suggestion Box

Chapter 3
Chapter Three

Colin had acquiesced the second turn to Chase and so it was with him leading the way that the trio set off for their next location. It was hard enough for Colin and Brady to keep up with the fluid grace of the athletic teen’s pedaling and things didn’t get any easier for them when Chase led them into a subdivision that neither of them were familiar with. Not that this neighborhood – with its cookie-cutter houses, immaculate lawns and driveways stuffed with minivans – was appreciably different from their own. Chase put on the brakes at a particularly unremarkable home situated at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac, standing and staring at the front door as his friends pulled up behind him.

“Who lives here, Chase?” Colin asked as he put up his kickstand.

“Daniel Edson,” Colin said as he pulled the phone from his pocket. “Jason Ross should be here too – I heard the two of them talking about what they should do with Daniel’s parents being out of the house today.”

“Jason and Daniel?” Brady asked as he let his bike tumble to the ground. “You mean those assholes on the baseball team that’re always giving you a hard time?”

Chase nodded as he stared at the front door. As a freshman, proving that he had enough talent to make the varsity squad was a difficult enough task on its own, and it was made no easier by Jason and Daniel’s constant attempts to undermine his ambitions. There was just no escaping their torment, whether it was the way they tripped and jostled him during tryouts or loudly complained about his making the team or constantly questioned his sexuality in the locker room. It’s not even as though they were expressing the opinion of the squad as a whole – the rest of the team liked Chase and told him as such, but none dared speak out against Jason and Daniel, who were not only among the most popular boys in the senior class but also the team’s star pitcher and catcher, respectively. If they were going to get their comeuppance he’d have to be the one to give it to them. It was that thought that ran through his mind over and over as he turned to his friends and scratched the back of his head.

“Guys…this is, um…this is gonna be kinda gross,” he said, his expression apologetic but firm. “If you wanna stay out here you’re more than welcome to do so. In fact, I’d, uh…I’d kinda appreciate it if you did.”

“What? No way,” Brady protested. “I wanna see what you do to those idiots.”

“That’s fine, Chase,” Colin said, completely ignoring the younger boy and the indignant stare he was sending in his friend’s direction. “If we did it for Brady then he and I can certainly do it for you.”

A beat passed before Brady made a small sound of disgust and crossed his arms, looking away as Colin gave Chase a nod and a small smile. The young man returned the gesture before turning, taking a deep breath, and walking up to the porch, ringing the doorbell as Brady stopped pouting to join Colin in watching the scene unfold from the sidewalk. The two of them looked on in restless anticipation as the sound of footsteps grew louder and louder, as Chase swallowed, rolled his neck, and pulled the phone from his pocket. When Daniel opened the door, he looked over the trio for a moment as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, his astonishment at their presence quickly giving way to a growing irritation at having his weekend disturbed by three little pissant freshmen. He turned his attention to Chase and scowled.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He scoffed and jutted his chin in Colin and Brady’s direction. “You and your boyfriends get lost on the way to a pride rally or something?”

He smirked as the “boyfriends” reflexively blushed and shuffled their feet, a smirk that disappeared the instant he turned back to Chase and saw the wry little smile on his lips.

“What are you smiling at, fuckface?” He spat. “You think I won’t deck you in your mouth right now? Just try me, you little – ”

“Daniel.”

The young man’s eyes widened as his body became as stone, as he stood inert and lifeless in the door frame, as his body pointedly ignored every desperate command he sent its way. Chase’s grin stretched to cheek-aching proportions when Daniel’s eyes focused on him, when he saw the instant of realization and the hot roiling rage that flourished in his gaze a moment later.

“There, that’s better,” Chase chuckled. “Now, do me a favor – open the door, let me in. Close it behind me and don’t do anything else until I say so.”

Daniel stepped aside and opened the door as wide as it would go, Chase confidently stepping into the living room while Colin and Brady craned their necks to get one last look before the door was closed behind him. Once inside, his eye couldn’t help but be caught by the collection of awards within the cabinets that flanked the late-model flat-screen pushed up against the back of the living room wall, snorting at the plaques and trophies and ribbons that documented every athletic success he had achieved since Tee-Ball.

“Who was at the door, dude – ”

He snapped back to attention as Jason strode into the room and stopped dead in his tracks, struck by the strangeness of the scene before him. Not only was that dumb little freshman from the baseball team standing in the middle of his best friend’s living room, said best friend appeared to have let him in – that was, at least, the best theory he could craft as he looked over at Daniel and saw the way the young man was just standing in the foyer staring at the front door. He turned back to Chase to ask him what the fuck he was doing in Daniel’s house, doing so just in time to watch the boy grin and press his fingertip against the screen of his smartphone.

“Jason!” Chase boomed, grinning like an idiot as his second captive went stone stiff. “Nice of you to join us, dude. Saves me the trouble of having to hunt you down. Stay right there until I say otherwise – there’s something I want the two of you to hear.”

He glanced over his shoulder.

“That means you, Daniel. Stand next to Jason and keep still. I don’t want you to so much as blink unless I say so.”

Chase’s grin took on a distinctly voracious quality as he watched Daniel turn and walk towards Jason, when he saw their eyes meet and the desperation and panic with which they gazed at one another. He crossed his arms as Daniel moved into position, looking his subjects up and down as his heart thumped and his mouth went dry at the thought that he had turned the two people he hated most in the entire world into his personal playthings.

“All I wanted to do was play baseball,” he said, as though to himself. “Just like I’ve done ever since I was old enough to play catch without falling over. It’s always been something I could count on, something I could use to take my mind off of school or my parents or anything that might’ve been bothering me at the time. I always thought that I’d be playing the game until I started playing catch with my kids.”

He looked at Jason, then at Daniel.

“Until I met you two.”

From where Chase stood he could swear he saw their pupils dilate. He snickered and tapped his finger against his elbow.

“Every day it’s homo this, fag that. Cocksucker. Ball-licker. Fairy. Fruit. Queer. I swear to God, the two of you spend more time thinking of ways to call me gay than you do on your homework. You assholes have taken all the fun out of playing the game I love more than anything else in the world.

“I’ve heard that people who rely on insults like that are usually gay themselves. That they’re repressing their desires or something like that. But as much as I wish it were true…I don’t think the two of you are secretly fucking each another.”

He smiled.

“Not yet, anyway.”

If Jason and Daniel were panicking before they appeared outright hysterical now, the wide-eyed, rapid darting of their eyes telling volumes of how desperately they raged against the walls of their mental prisons and of how useless their efforts were. Chase chuckled and uncrossed his arms.

“Jason…Daniel…” he spoke into the phone, “the two of you are to go to wherever Daniel’s mother keeps her dresses. I want each of you to pick out your favorite. And then I want you to come back wearing what you’ve chosen – wearing only what you’ve chosen.”

Though they screamed at themselves to stop the young men succeeded only in filling their minds with their pitiful, blubbering cries, the two of them striding out of the living room and ostensibly towards their new wardrobes as Chase snickered and bounced on his toes, riding high on the rush that accompanied the implementation of absolute power. But with every second he stood alone in the living room that rush ebbed further and further and in its place rose a gripping paranoia that grew with every beat of his pounding heart, with every muffled, indistinguishable noise that came from the other end of the house. He swallowed and gripped the phone the way one would a bat or golf club lifted in self-defense, mind embroiled with concerns and worries that grew more unsettling with each moment he passed in solitude. By the time the noises stopped and silence reclaimed its dominion over the home all Chase could think of was the notion that the command had worn off somehow, that Jason and Daniel had found weapons and were looking for the best way to sneak up on him, that he better get the hell out of there before –

And then they walked in.

The boy nearly dropped the phone when Jason and Daniel – barefoot, red-faced and trembling – stepped into the living room, guarded from complete nudity solely by the soft, silky, low-cut dresses the young men had chosen for themselves. Jason appeared to be a fan of the classics, as the piece he chose for himself was nothing less than the little black dress personified, a simple but elegant garment whose proportions were stretched to the limit by the young athlete’s toned, muscular form. Daniel, on the other hand, seemingly preferred a little more spice in his eveningwear, having returned to the living room in an enticing little strapless number, its gleaming, cherry-red fabric squeezing him on all sides as a patch of wavy chest hair billowed from the nadir of the plunging v-cut.

Not that Chase could really focus too much on those details – with a grimace he remembered that Daniel’s mother was a petite woman, having seen her cheering in the stands at some of her son’s games. It stood to reason, then, that her dresses would be nowhere near able to completely cover two young men just steps away from being full-grown, that the hems would stop just short enough to leave Jason and Daniel completely naked from the waist down. The boy was understandably distracted by the sight and only snapped back to attention when he saw that the young men had begun to do the same, that enough time had passed since completing Brady’s last command to allow them to start blinking themselves back into consciousness.

“Jason! Daniel!” The young men snapped back into rigidity as Chase exhaled, grinned, and wagged his finger in their direction. “Uh-uh. I’m not even close to being done with you. Stay perfectly still until I give you another command.”

The young men murdered Chase a thousand times over with their eyes as he took a step closer and looked them up and down, grin widening with every shameful, humiliating detail he took in.

“Well, well!” He snickered. “Such pretty dresses you two picked out for yourselves. I bet all the girls at school would be super jealous if they saw how good you looked in your outfits.”

He met their eyes, cocking his head to the side as a small smile crept across his lips.

“That’s right,” he said. “The two of you are always going on and on about all the tail you get, like it was a competition or something. Maybe I could learn a thing or two from you. Why don’t you give me a little demonstration right here?”

The rush surged through him once more as he put his finger on the button.

“Let’s start with the basics. Jason, Daniel…I want the two of you to kiss each other. And I don’t mean a little peck on the cheek, either – I want you to kiss each other the way you would your girlfriends. Spare no details.” He grinned. “This is, after all, a learning experience.”

A second passed – and then the two young men in the too-tight dresses pulled each other close, closing their eyes and mashing their lips together as Chase’s jaw dropped so hard that it nearly detached itself from his face. As stunned as he was, the boy was cognizant enough to push a few key buttons on the phone and lift it in front of him so he could record every last second of the depravity unfolding before him, doing so just as Jason and Daniel slipped their tongues into each other’s mouths. Wet smacks filled the room – and Chase could swear he heard a tiny moan or two – as hands got to roaming, as they squeezed buttocks and slipped beneath dresses and pinched at stiff nipples. Chase considered himself straight as an arrow and he reaffirmed that belief by telling himself that the erection he was sprouting came merely from the sheer perverseness of what he was witnessing, and not because he was excited at the sight of Jason and Daniel’s cocks swelling to full mast as the mesmerized young men mashed them together. It was some time before Chase managed to get his bearings, before he shook off the spell and stopped recording so he could bring the Suggestion Box back up.

“Jason. Daniel.” His voice cracked as the young men stopped mid-kiss, with Jason’s tongue sliding against Daniel’s and Daniel’s hands full of Jason’s ass. “That’s…that’s good. That’s really good. There’s just one last thing I need you to show me. It looks like both of you really enjoyed that – so I guess if this were a real date you would move on from mere kissing. And even I know that any boyfriend worth his salt should be just as concerned with his partner’s pleasure as his own.”

Chase’s throat tightened and his cock pulsed against the fly of his jeans as he stared at Jason and Daniel’s excitement. His cheeks burned. He licked his lips and cleared his throat.

“I want the two of you to get on the floor,” he finally said, his voice low and trembling, “and…and suck each other off until you both come. Swallow every last drop. Then – and only then – are you allowed to stop.”

Jason and Daniel’s eyes creaked upon as they pulled away from each other’s embrace and laid themselves out on the floor, their gaze no longer speaking of fear or anger but of complete and utter devastation. Chase, for the first time, felt just the slightest twinge of sympathy for his captives, a twinge that was snuffed out the instant the young men moved into position, closed their eyes, and wrapped their lips around each other’s cocks. A low groan escaped the boy’s lips as his cock started to throb anew, so spellbound by what he was seeing that it was a few seconds before he remembered to resume recording, phone shaking in his hand as he pointed its lens at the obscene coupling stretched out before him. The room began to fill with the tones of Jason and Daniel’s coerced lovemaking, muffled moans mixing with the sound of rhythmic nasal exhaling and of the soft shuffle of bodies moving against carpet as the young men shivered and squirmed and stretched themselves against the floor, neither of them ever for a moment letting the other slip from their mouths.

Chase was aware not only that he was fondling himself through his jeans but also that he absolutely shouldn’t be doing so, shouting at himself that straight guys don’t jerk off to this kind of thing, that with each squeeze and rub and stroke he was only proving Jason and Daniel right. But there was no stopping him now. The spectacle of the school’s two most prolific alpha males sixty-nining at his feet because he had commanded them to do so was so beautifully fucking twisted that he wouldn’t have ceased his self-pleasure even if a crying baby Jesus were to descend from the clouds in the middle of his masturbation. He gasped and blushed as Jason and Daniel started bobbing their heads a little more insistently, started breathing a little more heavily, their impending climax becoming more and more obvious with each passing second. And when the young men started thrusting into each other’s mouths Chase plunged his hand into his jeans and stroked furiously, teetering torturously on the edge of release as he watched Jason and Daniel clamp their lips around each other’s dicks, as their entire bodies shook with the intensity of their orgasms. It wasn’t until he saw their cheeks flare and their Adam’s Apples bobbing that he crashed headlong into glorious climax, crying out and arching his back as he shot into his pants over and over and over again, emptying his balls into his boxer briefs as Jason and Daniel obediently swallowed down everything the other had to offer.

“Ahh…okay…okay…” Chase murmured, groaning and wincing as his sensitive, softening cockhead brushed against the damp, sticky fabric of his ruined underwear. “I didn’t expect the two of you to be so good at that – it’s almost like you guys were made for each other! And I’d hate to see that go to waste just ‘cause you guys happen to be straight.”

Jason and Daniel had almost blinked themselves back into cognizance – but Chase wasn’t quite done yet.

“Jason. Daniel.” The young men stiffened once more. “From now on, you’ll only be able to come if the two of you are together.”

He grinned and adjusted his cock.

“And only if you’re wearing those dresses.”

With that, Chase strode towards the door – sending the video to himself and making sure there was no external evidence of his orgasm as he did so – stopping with his hand on the handle to look back at his erstwhile tormenters.

“Oh, and just so you know – if either of you so much as look at me funny I’ll have the video of your lesson up on YouTube before you can say ‘cross-dressing cocksuckers’.” He waved and opened the door. “See you later, fellas.”

It wasn’t until after Chase had left that the young men returned fully to their senses, staring squarely at the ground as they pushed themselves to their knees, flush with humiliation from their heads to their toes and their tongues still tingling with the flavors of the other. A lifetime seemed to pass before they raised their heads in unison, before their eyes met and they saw in each other’s gaze the pain and mortification and horror that no one else in the entire world could even begin to understand. They shifted on their knees. They tugged at their dresses. They bit their lips.

They reached for each other.

 

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