Chapter 34: Progress
My first reaction was to flee. I took a step back running into a wall of Dan, who had been holding the door open for me from behind.
"In," he said in a quiet but authoritative voice. I reluctantly stepped into the room. Dan followed and shut the door.
Adam was not just fucking Corey. Adam was plowing Corey with deep, brutal thrusts of his oversized shaft into the small creamy whiteness of Corey's butt. Each plunge brought a further sob from the boy -- an exclamation of pain mixed with grief. Adam's face was set in fierceness. He was biting his lower lip, which curled into his mouth in taut intensity. His clenched mandibular muscles bulged. His eyes were tight and focused in an evil squint.
I said it four or five times before any noise came out of my mouth. When it finally did, I was startled by the sound.
"Stop."
Adam looked over at me with hardly a break in his ruthless pounding.
"Why?" he sneered.
I turned to Dan for help, but he was transfixed and stood behind me with a look of such serene focus that I was unsure, suddenly, if I should be more afraid of Adam or him.
"It's not right," I said weakly. "You have to stop."
"He likes it," Adam answered, turning back to Corey to bury, with flesh-splitting force, a particularly deep thrust. Corey wailed into a pillow, his face turned to the wall away from us.
"No," I said in a hoarse whisper. "No, you have to stop."
Adam froze, embedded completely in the boy, the dimples deep in his asscheeks as he pushed beyond the last millimeter of penetration. He turned back to me again and smirked. I hadn't seen that particular expression since the first days of the camp. It horrified me.
"Whatever you say, champ," he said. "I'll stop."
Hands against Corey's shoulders pinning him to the bed, he began a slow withdrawal. The boy whimpered, his body shaking with each convulsive exhalation. More and more of Adam's mighty dick appeared as he withdrew - the thick base, the pronounced upward arch, the flare of his glans. As he popped out, the boy shuddered and groaned.
"Happy?" Adam asked in mock politeness.
I was speechless. His cruelty was mind-numbing. I stood and stared at him.
"Well, since the champ has nothing to say, let's ask big tough Corey. You happy, big tough Corey?"
Corey cried into his pillow, arms drawn up to help hide his face.
"Get up," Adam said.
"No!" It was the first discernible word Corey had uttered since we entered. Muffled though it was by the pillow, there was clear panic in his voice.
"I said, get up," repeated Adam with quiet intensity. He reached down and tore the boy away from his protective pillow. Pulling the boy up by the shoulders so that they were both on their knees, he forced him upright against himself.
Corey struggled and strained his neck in an effort not to have to look at us looking at him. His wrinkled gray T-shirt stuck to his skin from a combination of sweat and the pressure Adam had applied when lying on him. Its folded hem slanted sideways up his torso, revealing his bellybutton and one of his pronounced abdominal obliques. His shorts puddled at his knees on the bed. Between them, his dick, though on the small side, was stiff as a board. It stuck out horizontally from his body in complete contradiction to his tears.
"Get out," Corey whimpered to the wall.
"See now?" Adam said into his ear, "You haven't learned a thing. That's not very polite, is it? Is that the way your mummy taught you to treat people? Now apologize."
Corey sniffled.
Adam reached around and pinched one of his nipples through his shirt. Hard.
"I said apologize."
"m'orrie," whispered Corey through his tears.
"What?" said Adam. "I don't think they heard you. Did you hear him Dan?"
"Hear what, guy?" Dan said.
"That's what I thought," continued Adam. "Louder, please."
"I'm sorry!" screamed Corey.
"There, now that's better. Why don't you two boys have a seat. Make yourselves at home."
Dan lightly walked to his bed and sat sideways on it, back against the wall. A front row seat. He spread his legs and patted the sheets between them. I stood there dumbly, nonvolitionally.
"C'mere, little man." Too confused to make a decision for myself, I let his voice decide for me. Without knowing how I got there, I was sitting between his legs, leaning back against him, watching Adam and Corey across the room.
Dan draped an arm over my shoulder and through the collar of my shirt. He started tweaking my nipple. Meanwhile, Adam's hand had dropped to find Corey's erection.
"What's this?!" Adam exclaimed in feigned surprise. "Why, it's a hard on!
Big tough Corey has a hard on. Now there's a shock. 'Cept hmmm...' he said, feeling around the boy's dick, "maybe I should be calling you 'not so big tough Corey', huh?"
The boy wrestled himself out of Adam's grip and collapsed onto the bed, trying desperately to hide himself.
"Now," continued Adam, looking down at him, "the champ told me to stop. That what you want?"
Corey brought his arms up to cover his eyes and sniffled.
"You want me to stop, not so big tough Corey? I'll stop if you want." Adam's voice was quiet and mocking. He had bent over the boy's torso, propping himself up on one hand so that his mouth was close to Corey's ear.
Corey sniffled and said nothing.
"Now's your chance," Adam added after a few seconds. "You want to leave? You can leave. I won't touch you."
Corey continued to snivel, but did not move.
"Does this mean you want to stay?" Adam said.
Corey went silent. From between his arms there was the most imperceptible nod of his head.
"That won't do at all, not so big tough Corey," said Adam, derisively. "If you want to stay, you have to ask me nicely if you can stay."
Corey sniffed. "m'wana'ay," he whispered into his own armpit.
"Sorry?" interrupted Dan. "Didn't quite catch that."
"I think he said he wanted to stay. That what you think champ?"
I was too confused to answer and even if I could, this was Adam's game not mine. Somehow it seemed right that he and Dan play it together. Not me, though. I watched as the Alpha did his work.
"I'm sure the champ didn't hear you. Sorry, not so big tough Corey. You're going to have to speak up. Would you like to stay?" The last question was delivered as a command.
"Yes!" Corey shouted.
"Ask me nice."
"I want to stay, please!"
"He wants to stay, champ. That okay with you?"
I stared.
"Christ," said Adam, "what do we got in this room? Laryngitis of the bottoms?"
"Yes, it's okay with me," I said, dry mouthed and unamused.
"Well, good," said Adam. Then everyone's happy. "But wait!" he added, interrupting himself, turning back to look at the boy. "I don't think Corey's so happy. You happy not so big tough Corey?"
The boy started whimpering again.
"Naw, you don't look to happy. Maybe you want me to start fucking you again? Maybe you like it, huh? Maybe you like it a lot. I think he likes it a lot, Dan," he said turning to look at us without lifting himself off the prone boy.
"That what y'all think?" asked Dan in innocent dubiousness. His fingers strummed my tit in a not altogether displeasing way. "I dunno. That dog won't hunt if y'all ask me. He sure calls a lotta guys 'faggot' for someone who likes to take it up the ass."
"Dan doesn't think you like getting fucked up the ass," said Adam, turning back. "But we know better don't we?"
Corey was sobbing again, convulsing exhalations racking his frame. Yet still, there it was again. The slightest of nods. Dan's other hand slid under the belt of my shorts and found my balls. He squeezed. Not painfully hard, but enough to let me know he was there. I was shockingly erect, given the scene that was playing itself out before me.
"That's not going to do it in this room, not so big tough Corey," Adam said, beginning to run his dick along the top of one of the boy's hamstrings in prefrottage. Dan squeezed in rhythm to Adam's motions. "You want this dick in you, you gotta ask nice for it."
The boy continued to cry, and said nothing. But there - his hips raised ever so slightly off the bed to increase the pressure of Adam's cock against him.
"No problem," Adam said when the boy did not respond verbally. "You don't want it? You don't want it. Doesn't make a difference to me." He pulled himself up to a vertical kneel.
"Please," Corey said into his armpit.
"Please..." Adam repeated.
"Please," Corey said, completely defeated.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me."
Adam looked over at Dan, who had frozen and was just watching. The two of them grinned at each other. Not smirks, not sneers, but happy, easy, conspiratorial grins. It was a breathtaking moment of incongruency.
Adam turned back to Corey after a beat, aimed his cockhead at the boy's tiny pucker, and buried himself completely in one savage thrust. Dan squeezed me a good one. Corey howled. I drew in my breath, pushed back into Dan's chest and waited for the sensation to crest.
"You want me to stop?" Adam asked directly into Corey's ear.
"No."
He pumped again - all the way out save for the tip of his glans, then full-force in with a resounding smack as his thighs slapped the boy's ass. Dan relaxed and clamped down again in sympathetic movement. Corey cried out in pain anew. I spread my knees, pushing Dan's farther apart.
"You want me to stop?"
"No!"
He repeated the motion in a brutal display of force. Dan relaxed his grip and this time pulled rather than squeezed. My hands flew back to hold his hips behind me. But I stayed open.
"Stop?"
"NO!" screamed Corey, thrusting his hips backward to meet Adam's downstroke.
Adam withdrew completely from the boy with a plop. Corey caught his breath and held it. You could hear a pin drop in the room.
"Okay," said Adam his voice suddenly quiet, friendly and good-natured, "you behave for the rest of the summer and I'll fuck you. Now get the hell out of here. You really pissed me off today."
My jaw dropped.
Adam got up off the bed and sat in the chair at his desk, picking a Sports Illustrated from the pile and thumbing through it. It took Corey a full minute and a half to understand that the interview was over. Too shocked even to cry, he raised and buttoned his shorts and fled the room.
Dan had stopped squeezing my balls, but had not removed his hands either from within my shirt or my pants. I was quite pinned against him, not that I would have moved if I could have.
"Progress," he said.
"Yeah," said Adam, still thumbing through the magazine, "that was good."
"Good?"
"The bottom speaks!" said Adam, looking over.
"That was good?" I asked incredulously.
"Of course," he said. "Forward movement. That's good."
"What the mother-fucking holy shit are you talking about, 'that's good'!?!"
"Dan, the mouth on that boy..." Adam said. Dan laughed and gave my balls a friendly tug.
"Corey's a fucking case," Adam said. "Maybe we got the progress because you were here."
"Progress?"
"Yeah. He's never admitted he liked it before. That's a big step for him.
Now if we can just get him to stop the God-damned crying."
"Oh," Dan said, "that wailin' is really annoying."
"I am too confused for words."
Adam looked at me, trying to decide, I think, if it was worth his energy explaining it to me. His jaw muscle flexed once or twice.
"Okay, look," he said, "Corey's this big sub bottom, right? Definite five.
And..."
"How do you know?!"
Adam pursed his lips and looked at me impatiently.
"Okay," I said, rolling my eyes. "You know."
"So he's not quite ready to accept it yet, right? Now, normally that wouldn't bother me at all. I mean, Evan's the same way, but..."
"He is?"
"Oh, yeah," Adam said, "four and a half, five. Around there. But you'd never know, right? He keeps to himself, doesn't bother anyone, doesn't judge anyone. So fine. When he's ready he'll find some big, hot chick to dominate him and everyone'll be happy. Doesn't need me at all. But Corey's so fucking obnoxious! And he thinks of himself as this big top dawg, right?
Man, if there's one thing that pisses me off it's hypocrites. So I've been giving him some lessons in humility - helping him be a little clearer about why it's so fucking absurd for him to be calling guys 'faggot.'"
"So you're fucking him over to help him understand his submissive nature?" I asked somewhat disbelievingly.
"It worked with you, little man." This was accompanied by another gentle ball tug.
"Well, yeah," said Adam, "and 'cause he really pisses me off. But he was a case. You just rolled over when I worked you. Coupla days of 'good college fight', but then you caved. That's how it's s'posed to work."
"You've done this before?"
"Don't be stupid."
"Right. Sorry."
"So with Corey, it'd work for a month, a week, a couple of days, but then he'd be right back in Assholeland."
"He'd learned to act out to get the attention from you..." I said, putting on my detached clinical hat.
"Yeah, which is not the point, right? So this was progress. Getting him to admit to himself that he liked it gives me another card to play. Now I can not fuck him to make him behave, which is better for everyone."
"You mean getting him to admit it to you."
"No, champ, himself. I already knew. I know that about people before they do."
"I knew I was gay when I was 12, Adam. No one knew I was gay before I did."
"You know you were a sub then?"
"No, but..."
"When did you figure that out?"
"...last week."
"We knew on the bus," Dan said, rotating my nipple 180 degrees.
"How did you know on the bus?" I asked.
"Because I told them," Adam said.
"On the bus?"
"Yeah. On the bus."
"That I was a six?"
"A ten," Adam laughed.
"On the bus," I repeated, to be clear.
"Yeah."
"Listen, bud, you're still boned," Dan said, nodding at Adam's slick erection which, in the minutes we had been talking, had not deflated in the slightest.
"Yeah," he said.
"You want to get off?"
Adam thought about it a moment. "Yeah, I guess I do."
"Okay," Dan said, as if something had just been settled, "good. We'll do the little man together then."
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