Hazed on the Farm Pt 3

“Open up and say aw,” Grady said.

John opened his mouth, tried to ready himself for what he was afraid Grady might do, which is stick his dick inside, but he didn’t.  Instead Grady shoved John’s underwear in his mouth.

“Do you like that?  Bet you can really taste the cum and piss stains.”

Grady smiled down at him before ruffling his hair, then stepping back to appreciate his prize.  John felt his balls and dick between his thighs, the way his feet pressed up into his buttocks, and his shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Get over there and put your back to the dresser,” Grady said.

John looked over to the wall and the dresser.  It wouldn’t be much of a space, though no one would see him from the doorway.  They’d have to step into the room.  He crawled over to where Grady pointed and sat against the side of the dresser with one leg under the other letting the second one stick straight out.  He waited as Grady retrieved something from his desk, a roll of black tape.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Grady said.

John looked up to him, to his crotch where he saw an erection.  Grady bent over, pulled out some tape, then stuck it to John’s lips, cheek, down around his neck, and back up to keep the gag in place.

“Knees up,” Grady said.

John raised his knees obediently, felt the cool air on his asshole and the way his balls sunk down between his thighs.  What had he gotten himself into?

“Hands down below your thighs,” Grady ordered.

John did that too.  He wasn’t surprised when Grady taped his wrists together down under his thighs.  Next was his knees, and finally his ankles.  John groaned and being rendered immobile but let his chin sink against his chest in defeat. 

Grady collected his underwear from the desk, stuck them in the hamper, got a new pair out as well as a pair of jeans.  He pulled them both on as he stared at John who didn’t move.  He then went to the window and looked out.

“My father’s still working on his bike so we have some time to kill,” he said.

He went back to his desk and retrieved a sketchpad and pencil, then went to his bed where he sat to use his thigh for an easil, looked over at John.  He opened the pad, looked through the images, finally stopped on a blank piece. 

“I’m thinking about giving you a bigger dick, let it hang down a little.”

John looked to him with anger in his eyes.

“I’m just messing around with you.  It’s average, probably.”

John looked back to his knees and the tape that held them together.  It wasn’t long after that when there was a knock on the bedroom door. 

“What is it?” Grady asked.

“I’m going out to the bar with your mother.  You two behave yourselves.”

“Can John stay over?”

“Yeah sure,” his father replied. 

He pushed open the door and Grady sat up, put his feet over the bed.  When he thought his father would step in further he crossed to him to block him from entering.

“What are you two going to do?”

“I thought we’d go camping,” Grady said.

“That’s a good idea.  Where is he anyway?”

“He uh, went for a walk.  He said he had to make a phone call.”

“Good luck with the reception we get out here,” his father said.  “Well, I’m off, so don’t make a mess of the place and make sure you pack everything you need.  It might get cold tonight.”

“Do you mind if we drink some of your beer?” Grady asked.

“Just leave me one for the morning in case I need the hair of the dog,” his father said.

“Thanks dad,” Grady said.

“All right then,” his father said before walking away. 

Grady listened to the man move back through the house, waited until he heard his motorcycle start, and then he moved to John.  He squatted down in front of his friend.

“We’re going to have a nice time,” he said.

John grunted into his gag and Grady playfully tapped him on the cheek.

“Do you know how they castrate a bull?”

John grunted into the gag.

“I’ll show you,” he replied before turning away and going to his desk.  There he opened a drawer and took out a long piece of rope.  John watched in horror as his friend walked back over to him, reached down under his thighs.  He took hold around the base of John’s cock and under his balls, secured them with a tight grip, then began to wrap thick rope around the area until it was secure.  He gave a tug and John groaned in pain.

“This isn’t really how it’s done but close,” Grady said.  “Does it hurt?”

John nodded as sweat broke out on his forehead.

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