The bodyguard was waiting for him when Mikey arrived at the main office at the close of the school day. He dragged his feet as much as he could, trying to delay the inevitable, but eventually they arrived at Bryce Allen’s large SUV. Mr. Allen himself was in the front passenger seat, and smiled genially at Mikey as the bodyguard opened the back door for him. “There he is. Are you ready for your first day at Right Path?”
Mikey didn’t dignify this with a response, but meekly climbed into the backseat of the car as instructed and strapped himself in with the seatbelt. Neither of the two men talked about where they were going; the bodyguard simply started driving.
The trip did not take long. Very soon the car was pulling into the parking lot of the local community center, a large flat building at the top of a hill.
Mikey had been to the community center a number of times with his father; the basement floor had a large indoor pool where he’d taken swimming lessons over the summer. The building was constructed with a sort of all-purpose lens, with spaces for people to socialize and individual rooms that could be booked for specific activities and classes. Sometimes they’d host art shows or other community events in the main spaces.
What made Mikey the most nervous was that the community center was a place where he was fairly likely to run into people he knew. It wasn’t a huge distance from the school; plenty of kids walked to the building to do homework or participate in after-school clubs while they waited for their parents to finish work. He could only pray that, whatever was about to happen, no one from his classes would see him.
They stopped at the front desk just inside the main entrance so that Bryce Allen could pick up a key of some kind from the secretary there. Mikey surveyed the space while they waited. The main central area of the building was a single wide open space, lined on all sides with doors to individual rooms. In the very center of the open space was a single massive room that dominated the floor, glass-walled on all sides. The central room had a pool table, a variety of couches and armchairs, and a small kitchenette with snacks. Various people milled around playing and chatting, but luckily no one Mikey recognized so far.
Having retrieved his key, Bryce Allen led them towards one of the private rooms on the left side of the building. A small printed schedule beside the door declared that the room was reserved for Right Path on Mondays-Fridays at 4:00 PM, shortly after life-drawing sessions. On weekends the room was apparently used for pottery classes.
Surprisingly, the room was already unlocked; Bryce Allen opened the door and gestured Mikey inside. It did appear to be an art room of some sort, full of large black tables surrounded by high stools, with a sink against one wall and tall metal standing cabinets full of supplies along another.
It was one of these cabinets that caused Bryce Allen to produce his key, unlocking tall gray doors and revealing a series of cold metal shelves. Mikey couldn’t see exactly what was on them with Bryce Allen’s back in the way. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know.
“Ah!” said the man. “It seems as though Harold has left us a variety of styles to choose from. How convenient.” He turned around, holding up his hands. In each one was a dog collar and leash; one was plain black leather with a few plaid accents around the buckles, while the other was powder pink and studded with rhinestones. “What do you think?” asked Bryce Allen. “Which one will look better on you?”
Mikey gaped at him, too stunned for a moment to respond. Bryce Allen looked thoughtfully at the collars. “Hmmm. The pink would be rather flattering with your skin tone...”
“Th-the other one!” Mikey hurried to interject. If he was going to have to wear such a humiliating object, he wanted to at least choose the one that wasn’t pink. “Um. The black one. I want that one.”
“Very good,” said Bryce Allen with a smile. “Now, undress.”
Mikey hesitated, but Bryce Allen and the bodyguard were both staring at him. The longer he stood frozen, the more a scowl began to draw together between the bodyguard’s eyebrows. Mikey swallowed and hurried to take his clothes off.
“Everything,” Bryce Allen prompted when it looked like Mikey was going to leave his underwear on. Mikey bit his lip, but quickly stripped the last garment until he was standing on the cold linoleum floor, completely nude except for the straps around his legs that still held the dildo in place inside him.
“I think you’re due for a freshening up,” said Bryce Allen. He gestured at the bodyguard, who lifted Mikey up and placed him chest down on one of the room’s big black tables. The surface was cold plastic; Mikey felt his nipples harden against it.
“I hope you’ve been enjoying your new toy,” said Mr. Allen. “We’ll just get that out of you for now and make sure you’re properly lubed up.”
The bodyguard proceeded to switch off the whirring device, leaving Mikey’s insides numb at the sudden ceasing of sensation. He gulped as the bodyguard efficiently unstrapped him and yanked the toy out callously, taking it away towards the room’s sink. The semen that the coach had left inside him earlier began to trickle down the back of Mikey’s leg. Or perhaps it was his father’s.
“Well well,” said Bryce Allen, his tone approving. “Looks like people have already begun to take advantage of your newfound position. Excellent. Now...”
He trailed off as he took a bottle of lube out of his inside jacket pocket. Just as he opened his mouth to continue speaking, there was a soft, barely audible clicking sound.
The room went dead quiet. Mikey craned his head around towards the door, where the sound had come from, to find it ever-so-slightly ajar. He didn’t see anything.
The bodyguard was at the door in a flash, his bulk belying an astonishing speed. One moment he was at the sink washing off Mikey’s toy, the next he was yanking the door open like a vengeful spirit. Mikey caught a flash of movement, a small form trying to scramble away, before the bodyguard’s arm darted out like a snake. In one fluid movement he yanked the figure into the room by the collar of his shirt, revealing Connor clutching his phone.
Bryce Allen stepped forward and coldly wrenched the phone from the boy’s hand. He examined the screen, swiping to the side to look at something. “Oh dear,” he said calmly. “I gather someone decided to do a little investigative journalism. What exactly did you plan to do with these pictures, hm?”
“Let me go!” Connor grumbled, twisting ineffectively in the bodyguard’s grip.
Bryce Allen smirked. “Oh dear oh dear. It seems we have not one but two miscreant youths in need of a lesson on manners. Congratulations on becoming the second member of Right Path, boy.”
Connor winced as he was unceremoniously and ungently dumped onto the table next to Mikey. He gave Mikey a wide-eyed, panicked look, but there was nothing Mikey could do but look on in horror and resignation. The bodyguard began to efficiently shuck off Connor’s clothing. Within moments Connor was just as nude as Mikey, side by side on the table.
Bryce Allen came to stand behind them with a sigh, as though personally disappointed. “I swear, what are children these days coming to?” he asked rhetorically. There was the click of the cap on the lube bottle, and then moments later Mikey felt fingers sliding up his ass. He looked over his shoulder to see Bryce Allen fingering them both simultaneously. Connor’s eyes were pinched closed, his expression embarrassed, as the man proceeded to casually finger-fuck them. Mikey shut his own eyes and tried to focus on anything other than the humiliation of the digits violating him, stretching and exploring.
There was the sound of running water at the sink, and then a few moments later the light in the room shifted as the enormous bulk of the bodyguard came to stand beside Bryce Allen. Mikey felt the fingers slide back out of his butt before being replaced just as nonchalantly with the familiar dildo. The toy was forced back inside him and strapped once more into place. Mikey bit his lip in anticipation, and sure enough the squirming and vibrating started up once more as the switch was flipped on.
“A pity we only have one of these,” Bryce Allen noted. “If we’re going to be having a second recurring member here, we’ll have to get another to match. Make sure you make a note for this evening to call this boy’s father.” Mr. Allen sighed. “I suppose for today we’ll just have to make do. At least Harold had enough foresight to leave us multiple gifts.”
Mikey looked down; Bryce Allen was still casually fingering Connor, sliding three digits in and out and in and out of his ass with a slick noise. As he watched, the bodyguard came forward and proceeded to buckle the pink dog collar around Connor’s neck. Moments later he was doing the same to Mikey with the black leather one.
Finally, Bryce Allen was apparently satisfied enough to withdraw his fingers. “There we are,” he said pleasantly. “Now, today’s lesson will be on manners and politeness. Onto the floor please, hands and knees.”
Mikey hesitated, but Connor obeyed almost immediately, fatalistically, sliding to the floor and onto his knees. Mikey followed, surprised. He gave Connor a questioning look; the other boy looked ashamed. “Sorry,” he hissed quietly.
Mikey shook his head, unsure what Connor was apologizing for, trying to indicate that he didn’t understand. But he didn’t get a chance to respond further as Bryce Allen and the bodyguard bent down and snapped the leashes onto their respective collars.
“Now, politeness,” Bryce Allen repeated. “This program is about community service. I want the two of you to crawl around the building on your hands and knees and offer a blowjob to any man you encounter. You will use please and thank-you when talking to these men and you will take whatever they decide to give you. Is that understood?”
“I- but-” Mikey started. Bryce Allen glared at him sharply.
“Talking back will be punished. Is that understood?”
Mikey balked, but Bryce Allen would not allow him to remain silent. “Is that understood?”
“Yes,” Mikey muttered.
“Yes?”
Mikey scowled. “Yes sir,” he repeated.
“Good,” said Bryce Allen, his voice all smiles again. “Now.” He opened the door to the room once more and gestured for the two boys to crawl their way out into the central lobby of the building.
With no other choice, Mikey proceeded to crawl forward. Connor stayed close by his side, not meeting his eyes.
He didn’t pay that much attention to where he was going; it was pointless to hope that they’d be able to avoid running to anyone for however long this ordeal was supposed to go on. The bodyguard held the end of their leashes and tugged at them if they tried to shy away from the center of the space.
Mikey glanced around and, with a sinking sensation, noticed several of his classmates standing together in a group by the front entrance, staring at him and Connor and whispering to each other. Desperate to avoid interaction, Mikey tugged the leash in the opposite direction, trying to crawl away before they got close enough for Bryce Allen to insist they make the required proposal.
This new path brought them to the entrance of the glass central space, where several young black men stood around the pool table, eyes on the balls and cues. When Mikey and Connor appeared in the doorway they all looked up, their eyes widening.
Bryce Allen cleared his throat and nudged Mikey forward with the toe of his shoe. He centered the motion on the base of the toy in Mikey’s ass, pushing the toy just a bit further into him as he encouraged Mikey in the direction of the men. “Well?” he prompted.
“Do you want-” Mikey started, stuttering. “Um... can we uh... can we offer you a blowjob?” he faltered.
“Please?” Connor chimed in.
The three young men exchanged slightly bemused looks. The one closest to them shrugged. “Sure, if you’re offering. Why the hell not?” He proceeded towards one of the overstuffed armchairs by the glass windows, flopping down into it and unzipping his fly. Moments later he had drawn out his rather enormous cock into the open air. “Knock yourself out,” he offered, gesturing at it.
Humiliated, and with Bryce Allen’s shoe continuing to prod meaningfully at the base of the dildo embedded within him, Mikey slunk forward until he was between the man’s legs. He swallowed, not wanting to proceed, but afraid of what would happen if he tried to run.
Perhaps the best thing to do was get it over with as quickly as possible. Mikey opened his mouth and lowered it down onto the head of the man’s penis. Trying to remember what had made the other men who had fucked him come quickly, he plunged the phallus as deep down his throat as he could get it and began bobbing up and down on it with all the speed he could muster.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see another man sitting in the chair next to him, and Connor being brought forward to provide the same service. This man was not nearly as hands-off, and pulled Connor’s head forward by a fistful of his hair, forcing his cock into the boy’s mouth and pushing his head down hard onto the spike of it. Connor choked and whimpered, but the young man held his head in place.
Mikey didn’t have much time to keep worrying about Connor, however, as his own patron bent forward over him and gave his ass a sharp smack. He chuckled as Mikey winced. “Happy to give such an eager young cockhound as you what he needs,” he said happily. “I’m guessing from that tattoo you’re pretty excited to get railed. Just say the word and we can plug that hole for you too.”
Mikey winced at the reminder of his tattoo. He tried to breathe calmly, continuing to service the cock in his mouth, licking and sucking at it as best as he could.
“Looks like his ass is already pretty well taken care of,” the third man remarked from behind them. “Guess he just can’t handle not having something stuffing him. What a cute little slut.”
“Nn,” said the man who Connor was blowing. “What about his little friend here? His ass must be super lonely, all empty like that while his friend gets a nice big fake dick shoved up there.”
The man in front of Mikey grinned; he could hear it in his voice. “Well, that just won’t do. Hey kid, why don’t you do your friend there a favor and fuck him while you suck me off? Get you both a little somethin’ behind?”
Mikey’s eyes widened. He tried to protest, but the man put a hand on the back of his head when tried to draw away, keeping his mouth impaled on the cock inside. One of the other men chuckled.
“You serious? With that little pixie dick? That prick’s so small I bet the other kid doesn’t even notice his friend fucking him.”
“One way to find out,” said the man in front of Mikey. Without further warning Mikey found himself being yanked off the cock in his mouth and man-handled into position kneeling behind Connor. He had just enough time to say “Wait, no-!” before the men grabbed his cock and placed it at the entrance to Connor’s asshole, then shoved his hips forward.
Mikey gasped as his cock sank into Connor, cleaving him open and overwhelming Mikey with a flood of tight, blinding pleasure. He heard Connor squeal around the cock choking his throat, but couldn’t stop himself from swiveling his hips in an involuntary, shuddering thrust as his penis desperately sought more of the warmth and tightness it had been plunged into.
The man who Mikey had been sucking off came to sit on the arm of the chair beside his friend, turning Mikey’s head and forcing him to resume his earlier task. It was much harder to blow the man from his position behind Connor, but that didn’t stop them.
The third man was still behind Mikey, and Mikey felt the weight of one hand coming to rest on his hip and the other on the base of the dildo inside him. With a soft chuckle, the man proceeded to use what leverage he could to shove Mikey back and forth, forcing him to fuck Connor like a puppeteer. Mikey gasped and saw stars as the pleasure overwhelmed him.
After a few moments, however, the hands stopped. “Man, this is too much work,” the voice behind him complained. “Let’s get a proper rhythm going for him.”
Mikey made an inquisitive noise and then a much sharper noise of protest as the man behind him began to shift the dildo in his ass to one side, just as his gym teacher had earlier in the day. Mikey tried to scream around the cock in his throat as an enormous phallus shoved its way inch by inch inside him beside the toy. The man let out a shuddering gasp when he had finally seated himself fully.
“Oh yeah,” he muttered, “that’s one hell of a little fuck hole alright. Some truth in advertising right there.”
He proceeded to ram rhythmic thrusts into Mikey’s ass, each pounding motion forcing Mikey into Connor with equal force. Mikey’s eyes watered as he was caught between the pain of the cock cleaving open his ass and the pleasure of his own penis fucking Connor. He felt like he might pass out from the warring sensations.
The man in his ass was the first to finish. With a few last stutters of his hips he unloaded his semen into Mikey, flooding him with cum. Mikey’s other assailant came shortly thereafter, stepping away from the chair to force the entire length of his cock as far down Mikey’s throat as it could go as he poured his own sperm into the boy. The scent of his cock was thick in Mikey’s nostrils as his balls twitched against Mikey’s chin, squeezing out every last drop.
The man chuckled as he finally drew back, leaving Mikey hacking and coughing. “He’s really not that good at fucking someone, huh? Without your help he’s not even trying to pound his friend. Come on kid, give it some effort!”
The two men who had come got behind Mikey once more. The hand on his hip and the base of the dildo returned, shoving him forward again, but this time a second set of hands grabbed Connor’s hips and thrust them backwards to meet him, impaling the boy deep onto Mikey’s cock. Mikey gasped and clenched his teeth.
“Come on kid!” one of them jeered. “You can do it! Come in your friend’s ass!”
“Come! Come! Come!” The other man picked up, until all three of the men were chanting in time to the thrusts.
“Fuck!” cried the man in front of Connor, grabbing the boy by the hair as his hips started to buck desperately. He started coming in Connor’s mouth, but the movement of his hips was so violent that he jounced his way out between pulses and finished by coming on Connor’s face.
Humiliatingly, the men didn’t stop just because they’d all come. They continued to manhandle the two boys, banging them together like a child pretending to make their toys have sex, laughing and chanting the whole time.
“Connor, I- I’m sorry-” Mikey choked out, unsure if Connor could even hear him over the noise of the crowd. He was desperately trying to control himself, but Connor just felt so good around his dick, he was losing the battle with pleasure.
“It’s- it’s okay, just- hurry-” he thought he heard Connor choke out.
He was at his limit anyway. Face burning with shame, Mikey felt himself lose control and come inside his best friend. The men around them cheered.
Mikey slumped to the side, pulling out of Connor as quickly as he could. They were both leaking cum now, panting for breath and staining the carpet.
“Now, what do you say?” came the smug voice of Bryce Allen.
Mikey gritted his teeth. “Thank you,” he ground out, hating himself.
“Thank you for...?” Bryce Allen prompted.
Connor whimpered. “Thank you for the cock,” he echoed. The men smiled. One of them gave Connor’s ass a single, sharp spank.
“Any time!” they assured the boys.
The men by the pool table were not the last patrons that Connor and Mikey were asked to service that afternoon. Fortunately, when they emerged from the room, the boys from Mikey’s class had already left. Unfortunately, a boxing class was just letting out at that moment, and there was a long line of sweaty men ready and eager to get their dicks sucked.
For an hour and a half the two boys crawled around the community center, servicing cock after cock. Mikey quickly lost count. After a while he became used to the script, no longer faltering when he asked, “May I please suck your cock?” and heard Connor echo it from beside him.
No one else tried to fuck his ass around the dildo embedded there, although a few of the men decided to fuck Connor since there was nothing stopping them. Cock after cock blended together in an endless parade. Mikey didn’t even realize how late it was getting until he said, “Hello, may I have the pleasure of sucking your cock, please?” to the man in front of him and then looked up to realize it was his own father.
Mikey’s dad grinned down at him. “Of course you can!” he said cheerfully, his cock in Mikey’s mouth seconds later before he could so much as protest.
While his dad eagerly fucked his face, Mikey heard Bryce Allen ask the bodyguard, “So, did you get a chance to call the other boy’s father?”
“Yes,” the bodyguard replied. “He’s on board. He’ll be by to pick up the boy shortly. He mentioned he’s willing to stop by the compound on the way home to get his son fitted for his own toy, if you want to take the time tonight.”
“No need, no need,” said Bryce Allen. “There’ll be plenty of time to get him properly outfitted at the beginning of the Right Path meeting tomorrow. We’ll just have to remember to bring all the equipment with us.”
“I’ll put it on your to-do list,” said the bodyguard.
Mikey heard Connor’s groan of despair beside him just as his father began to fill his mouth with cum.