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Gerry's Bad Day
by Everymanstuff 

(Femdom, MM, rp)

This work is intended for adults only, do not read if you are under 21

Gerry stared down at his best friend Jim's fully erect dick, his mouth open, he tried to move towards it, to stick his friends dick in his mouth, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. The crowd of older girls in a circle around him chanted “SUCK IT”, “SUCK IT”. Gerry was frozen – with fear, revulsion, and lust too.
Susan his cute 17 year old  next door neighbor, had caught Gerry and Jim jerking each other off in Gerry's backyard the week before. The two geeky 15 year olds, weren't gay, but after watching Susan and her friend Cindy strolling around Susan's pool in their thong bikini's through the fence that separated the properties, the two boys were so horny they needed some relief. When Jim had suggested that he jerk off Gerry and Gerry jerk him off, a lust crazed Gerry's accepted. Gerry had never made a worse mistake.

A week before
Gerry and Jim gingerly reached out and touched each other's pricks. Even though it was another guy, it was the first time someone else's hand touched either of their dicks, since they'd gotten out of diapers – the feeling was electric for both of them. Closing their eyes they pretended it was Susan and Cindy, on their knees touching them, stroking them, making them spurt all over their pretty faces. Sweat beaded up on Gerry's face, he was close, so close to cuming, when he heard the giggles. Both Gerry and Jim popped their eyes open to see Susan and Cindy standing 5' away from them on the other side of the fence, a camcorder in Susan's hand. They were frozen in shock, their hands still wrapped around each others softening cocks. 
“What have we here”, Susan teased, her hips cocked salaciously, “two little fagots, or two peeping Toms?” “Or both” Cindy chipped in. Jim and Gerry were speechless, their jaws working furiously to explain, but only garbled noises came out. This made Susan and Cindy laugh even more. When Gerry managed a feeble “I'm sorry, please don't ...” Susan cut him off. “Shut-up”, she shouted coldly. Gerry and Jim immediately closed their mouths. Evenly she said, while staring into their eye's “Your going to do as I say or I'm going burn this little gay porno scene to CD and distribute it all over school. I'll go to the police and have you arrested as sex pervert. And they'll put you on the sex pervert register for life!” Their hands dropping comically to cover their own cock and balls, Jim and Gerry started begging almost before she finished “Oh God, please don't, please, please, please, please don't”, they both knew their lives would be ruined - forever. 
Susan didn't say anything for a moment, her head twitched slightly like she'd decided something. Her demeanor changed, her voice softened up, and she sweetly she cooed “Don't worry, I just want you to come to my party next week. You'll have fun, I promise, you might even get laid!”. She turned and winked at Cindy, who smiled back – not understanding what Susan was up to but willing to play along. Then, the sweetness drained from Susan's voice and warned both boys “But, if you don't show up and if you don't do as I say, I'll make sure your pathetic faces and tiny dicks are the most downloaded porno video in Cranston”. (the small town they lived in). A shaken Gerry and Jim, white as sheets, agreed immediately. Susan gave them the instructions on the time, place, and on what to wear. And then she and Cindy turned on their heels and walked back into her house, hips swaying.

The Party
The next Saturday, at noon, Gerry and Jim knocked on the door of the farm house Susan had told them to be at. They could hear the obvious sounds of a party going in full swing in the back. This was Cindy's house. The farm was no longer active, but hadn't been sold off for house lots yet, the nearest neighbor was ½ mile away. Cindy's parents were on a trip to her Aunt's for the week-end and didn't know about the party, the boys parents thought each was sleeping over at the other's and didn't expect them home until Sunday dinner.
The boy's were dressed in over sized t-shirts and bright red Speedo's as directed. Neither boy had matured yet, both young for their age. They barely had hair around their small dicks. Susan greeted them at the door with a smile, and yelled back to someone behind her “they're here!”. Cindy came up quickly behind Susan, “Oh, good. Now we can really start the party!”. Gerry and Jim glanced apprehensively at each other. The girls, each 17 going on 25, had on the same thong bikini's and sandals. Both were cheerleaders, full figured, and drop dead gorgeous. The presence of these two goddesses intimidated the already intimidated Gerry and Jim. Susan tugged on Gerry's shirt with a smile and told the boys to “follow me”. They couldn't help staring at her and Cindy's virtually bare asses as they walked through the house out the sliding doors to the backyard beyond. 
There were 10 to 12 girls by an in-ground pool – no boys, all in skimpy bikini's, drinking beers and cocktails, munching on chips and finger food. Some were sniffing some powder up their noses. Music blared and a few danced alone or in a groups. They were all beautiful as only, youth and sun can be. They all looked up and giggled when Gerry and Jim came through the door halting on the patio, some pointed and making comments to themselves, but Gerry and Jim couldn't hear what they were saying. Susan went to a small cooler, grabbed two bottles of soda. She sauntered back to the two frightened nervous boys. “Here have a drink and try to mingle”, Susan told them. “I'll come and get you when I need you”. “Oh, yeah”, she said almost as an afterthought “give me your t-shirts”. Both boys stared at her in terror. “But, oh please, no, please no” they begged. Susan just held out her hand and stared in their faces. “Now, perverts” she commanded. Both boy's reluctantly pulled off their t-shirts, and handed them over, any thought of 'mingling' instantly evaporated from their minds.
Their skinny underdeveloped, bleach white bodies were painfully on display to all the girls. Their skin tight Speedo's making their little boy pricks look even smaller than they naturally were. Their embarrassment causing them to shrink even more.
Most of the girls went back to their parting. But the boys were obviously the topic of their conversation, many openly laughing. Gerry and Jim recognized most of them from their high school. One in particular, Kathy Wong was there, she was a cute softmore in Gerry's social studies class, the youngest girl there. Gerry's first wet dream was about Kathy, a dream he remembered and whacked off to regularly. The boys stared at the patio bricks, hiding their crotches with the sodas, hoping the earth would swallow them up. 
After about a half an hour Jim and Gerry noticed Susan, Cindy and a couple of other girls including Kathy making several trips to the barn. Then Susan rang and old dinner bell. All the girls looked Gerry and Jim with a smile and headed for the barn, some started to 'hoot n holler' like a football game was about to begin. Susan yelled to the boys to stay where they were. 
Gerry and Jim knew if they were going to leave now was the time, all the girls were in or by the barn. They could race through the house, out the door and be free. But, they were too paralyzed by fear to run, also they'd never been next to so many beautiful girls before. To their amazement their tiny cocks started to stir.
Before they had time to think more about it, Susan came up to them. “All right follow me” and remember”, she spat, “I'll fuck you up with that tape if you don't do as I say. I'll make sure that tape never dies, I'll send it to your colleges, I'll send it to your weddings, I'll send it to your jobs, I'll fucking put it in your graves when they bury you. Do you understand?” Both boys nodded their heads yes, to shocked to speak. “Now MOVE!” she yelled.
Both boy's, stumbling, fell in behind her and walked to the old hay barn, hands covering their balls.
The Barn was open and spacious, with straw on the floor, but dark, very dark. Spot lights had been strung up to focus on the center of the room. There was a single hay bale, with a blanket over it, sitting under the lights and all the girls were crowed around it. Susan lead Jim and Gerry by the hay bale, the girls formed a circle around them when they stopped.
“Gerry, Jim”, she said loudly, over the voices of the girls who were talking amongst each other. The girls the conversations died. Susan slowly walking behind the boys. “I've told my friends here how Cindy and I caught you jerking each other off, while peeping at us”. Both horrified boys twisted their necks around and erupted in protest, “But you promised you wouldn't tell if we came to your party. You promised, you promise!”. “I promised I wouldn't show anyone the tape!” Susan yelled back, quickly striking boy boy's on the ass with a short crop she produced out of nowhere. Both boys flinched from the stinging blow and immediately fell quite and faced front staring at the floor. Several girls giggled, including Kathy. “I promised I wouldn't have you arrested like the perverts you are and put on the internet as sex offenders”. “Isn't that right” she said, poking them in the ass with the crop. “Yes” both boy's whispered. “I don't think I heard that, what did you say?” Susan asked loudly, giving each another swipe with the crop. One of the girls yelled out “Yeah, whip their ass”. “Yes” both boys said in unison, louder. “And you promised you'd come to my party and do as I say, didn't you!” Susan continued loud enough all the girls could hear clearly. “Yes” the boys responded in a bare whisper. 
“Smack”, Susan swiped both their asses again with the crop.
“Yes” the boys sang out loudly, while several of the girls hooted. 
“Well, I asked the girls what we should do about this - situation” Susan said as she paced behind the boys. “And do you know what they said?”.
“No” the boys said loudly, to avoid another switch with the crop. Walking to the front of the both boys, putting her face 6 inches from theirs, close enough she could feel their fear, enjoy it, she said “They thought that since you were watching us, we should watch you!” She watched both boy's face as the realization of what that meant sunk in. She began walking again while both boys found their voices, stopping by hind them again.
“I, were.., We can't. Were not gay – I can't get, get hard now anyway” they pleaded.
“Smack”
“Smack”
Susan let fly on both their backsides again to the cheers of her friends.
“You think I'm stupid?” She demanded of the boys. The more giggles erupted from the crowd.
“No” Jim answered, Gerry not able to talk. “But, I just don't think...”
“Smack”, Jim clenched his hands over his stinging butt cheeks, pressing the bulge of his cock out at the girls in front, who pointed and whispered.
“I know, under the, umm – stress of the situation, your ah probably not up to performing in front of a crowd – yet” Susan cooed, grinning at her friends, who grinned back knowingly. “But you will be in a few minutes. Cause I put two viagra pills in your drinks. They take about an hour to kick in on a man, so it should be any minute on little boys like you!”
The crowd of girls broke out in laughter at that. It was true, both Gerry and Jim could begin to feel their dicks twitch some more.
Gerry and Jim were so shaken they could no longer notice the different girls surrounding them, they were just aware of the menace, the crowd, and Susan. 
Circling back in front of the boys, Susan said “here is what were going to do. You two are going to strip each other's suit off and play with each other until you get really hard. And then, when your both hard, your going to put your arms down by your sides, stare straight to your front and ask 'Mistress Susan, what should I do now?' Do you understand?” She screamed at the Boys. She'd gotten the mistress idea off the internet the night before – Cindy and Kathy had thought it was great.
“Yes” they barely croaked
“Smack”,
“Smack”,
“Smack”
“Yes” They desperately sang out louder
“Smack”
“Yes, what?” Susan asked.
“Yes, Mistress Susan” they both yelled.
“Good. Then get too it!!”
“Smack”
“Smack”, She gave them each one for good measure.
The girls were now screaming, laughing, and yelling cat calls to the two stunned boys
“Get that little faggot's suit off Gerry”.“Put your hands on your boyfriends dick Jim”.“Go ahead, get him hard, get him hard”. Anonymous voices yelled from the crowd of excited girls.
Gerry and Jim slowly turned and faced each other, tears streaming down their faces. The tears served to whip up the frenzy of the crowd even more. 
“Awe, what's the matter, little baby doesn't like to touch his friends little dicky?” one girl sang out
Jim started first, he bent down awkwardly and started tugging on Gerry's tight suit. Gerry was mortified, his breath came in shallow gasps, as Jim rolled his suit down to the small lump of his cock and balls. Jim stumbled forward and fell to his knees.
A girl yellrd out to the delight of everyone else: “Can't wait can you. I bet you like it on your knees Jim, you get on your knees in front of Gerry a lot?”
Gerry looked at the girl who said it and she stuck her tongue out at him. “Queer” she spit at him. Gerry was about to say something back, when Jim reached up and with a yank, pulled his Speedo's clean down to his ankles. If it hadn't been for the viagra, Gerry's cock would have been shriveled up so you probably wouldn't be able to see more that his cock head. But, instead, his half hard dick sprung out at Jim's face.
The crowd erupted with clapping and jeering. “He hot for it”, “Queer”, “Pervert”, “Kiss it Jim”
Jim, mortified to have his friends dick waiving in his face quickly got to his feet. 
Susan, who'd been enjoying the show with the other girls now stepped behind Gerry. Gerry, just stood their looking from face to face in the crowd of bikini clad girls, all laughing at him. His prick slowly getting harder and harder. 
“Your turn Gerry” Susan yelled out to the crowd
“Smack”, she cropped him, causing his now hard dick to bob furiously to the delight of the crowd.
“Strip him!, Strip him!” One of the girls started to chant. Pretty soon all the girls took it up
“Strip Him! STRIP HIM!”
Gerry, started to bend over and grab the sides of Jim's Speedo's, but then thought of his naked ass and got down on his knees instead. He didn't want the girls to see his most private spot.
“Hey they've done this before” one of the girls jibed, the rest kept changing:
“STRIP HIM!, STRIP HIM!”
Gerry grabbed and pulled at Jim's Speedo's. He was surprised when they they came down fast. Jim's now hard dick sprung up from the waist band and snapped up the front of Gerry's face, scrapping his cheek. Gerry moved his head back involuntarily. The girls stopped their chant and cheered. Someone pushed the back of his head and Gerry fell forward, his face almost touched his friends dick again. This made the girls cheer louder. Gerry quickly got up.
“All right, start playing with each other, just like you do at home!” Susan ordered them with a smirk.
Knowing the they'd get hit with the crop if they didn't move fast they each reached out for each other's now rampantly hard cocks. 
Gerry and Jim wrapped their fingers around each others hard dicks and started pulling on each other. They were completely crushed now. They had no concept of time, of future, just of the moment, their physical world shrank to the circle they were in and the pool of light that bathed them. The felt only a terrible sense of embarrassment and fear. 
“Stroke it, Stoke it” One of the girls yelled in an imitation of the Billy Squire song. Soon all the girls had taken it up.
“Stroke it, Stroke it! they sang, many pantomiming like they were jerking a guy off. 
Susan let this go on for a few minutes while the girls, chanted, laughed, pointed, and cat called. Someone dragged over a cooler of beer. The girls partied around the terrorized boy's.
“Stop” Susan yelled out. Both trembling boy's quickly turned away from each other and dropped their hands to their sides. When the crowd quieted down. The both asked “Mistress Susan, what do you want us to do now”.
Slowly Susan paced in front of the boys, first looking at each of their faces, seeing their fear, then she looked at the faces of the girls in the crowd. All eyes were on her to see what would happen next. 
“Now” she said slowly drawing her words out, “were going to see whose lucky, and who isn't”. I'm going to flip a coin, heads or tails, one of you wins, one of you loses. The winner goes home after the next little show. The loser stays for the night. Both Gerry and Jim were petrified. This was worse than their worse nightmares. Neither knew what was coming, but they knew it would be bad. But, there was a little hope, hope they would be lucky.
“Jim, Gerry, if you fight me on this, you know what will happen. You can't see it, but up there passed the light I've got another camcorder. It's recorded everything. Cindy's an excellent editor. She'll make you to look like the flaming queers you are. Wont you Cindy? Susan asked.
“Sure”, Cindy answered in a sugared voice. “I can slice and dice that thing like magic; it'd be fun”.
“She's got you by the balls, faggots” one of the girls yelled out, which brought a roar of laughter from the rest of the girls.
“Yeah, and she'll squeeze'm tight to” Someone yelled, “if you don't do what we want”.
“So, this is what were going to do” Susan said, breaking back in the conversation.”I'm going to flip a coin. The winner is going to get his dick sucked!” The girls all cheered. Yelling louder Susan called out over the voices of the crowd “THE LOSER IS GOING TO DO THE SUCKING!!!” The girls roared with approval. 
Jim and Gerry were beyond reasonable thought, neither move, they couldn't talk. They just stood numb. Then each pinned their sanity on the hope that they be the one to win. 
“Cindy, you call it” Susan said to the benefit of everyone.
“Heads for little Gerry and, tails for baby Jim” She said with a giggle.
Susan then cleared out a spot 5' away from the boys. She had a Susan B Anthony coin in her hand. She waited for the girls to quiet down and flipped it in the air. 
The coin rotated in lazy flips, straight up about 4', arched slightly, fell back down towards her, every eye in the silent crowd followed it. Neither Jim nor Gerry breathed, their mouths dry. Then like a flash Susan's hand snapped out and caught the coin. She slapped it to her wrist. 
“Heads, heads, heads” Gerry started to whisper. 
Susan walked the still hidden coin around in front of every girls, then slowly under each petrified boy's face, and the retreated back to her spot. She lifted her hand and peeked at the coin. She held the moment for a few good seconds building suspence, and then quietly said - “Tails”. 
For a second, nobody said anything. Gerry's mind was confused, uncomprehending.
“Tails” “Tails” “can't be” he mumbled inside his brain.
Then in unison the girls started to shout
“SUCK'
“SUCK”
“SUCK”
Three girls grabbed Jim and laid him on his back length wise on the hay bale, his feet separated and planted out to the side, his arms dangling down, uselessly. Two other grabbed Gerry by the shoulders and  pushed and pulled him between Jim's legs. 
“SUCK'
“SUCK”
“SUCK” they continued to chant in a steady rhythm.
Susan was amazed. She hadn't planned this part with them. They just took over on their own. She glanced at Cindy and winked. Cindy hadn't thought the girls would get into it at all and the party would be a bust because there were no boys – well real boys anyway. 
The girls who had hold of Gerry forced him to his knees.
One girl took his hand and wrapped it around Jim's cock, standing it straight up at the roof rafters.
Gerry, was in a total state of shock. Broken, he bent to the will of the crowd. He opened his mouth forming it into a lopsided “O”, but still he couldn't move himself towards Jim's cock. 
“SUCK IT”
“SUCK IT” The girls now chanted.
Then Kathy Wong put her hand on the back of his head and pushed.
Gerry saw the stiff cock getting closer and closer, until his mouth ws over it, the hand on the back of his head kept pressing him down.
His lips closed over his best friends cock and he didn't do anything for a second. The hand grabbed his hair gently and pulled his head up and then pushed it down. Gerry started sucking, his head bobbing to the rhythm of the chant, the command of the hand. Kathy let go and Gerry kept on sucking.
Jim's cock wasn't big, neither Jim or Gerry were big. But it was hot, Gerry hadn't expected that. After a minute the initial slightly salty taste disappeared and it just tasted like saliva and hot skin. He felt as if he were out of his body and in it at the same time. The chanting and jeering faded to the background. He remembered thinking this wasn't so bad. And he kept sucking.
The chanting stopped and the girls started insulting him, with a cruelty that twisted their faces.
“Yeah, suck that cock pussy”
“Eat his cum sissy”
“Blow him like the bitch you are”
“ARE you his bitch, Gerry? You Jim's bitch, wimp?”
Several took turns grabbing his head and forced it down harder on Jim's cock, interrupting his rhythm, almost breaking through his stupor with the distraction.
“Take it to the root, cock sucker” one yelled as she forced his nose to bury itself in Jim's sparse pubic hair.
Jim was in a state of shock too. He was surrounded by twelve beautiful girls, three of whom had torn off their top's and were shaking their tits in his face. “You like girls Jim or that faggot bitch between your legs?” they teased. 
“Girls” Jerry croaked back.
“Prove it then, spurt in that bitches mouth for us”
“Spurt for us Jim”
“Spurt for us”
Pretty soon the rest of the girls picked up the chant.
“SPURT FOR US”
“SPURT FOR US”
Jim's mind was swirling, pretty soon he forgot it was a guy's mouth on his cock, his best friends mouth, it was just a mouth and it felt so good. And he was surrounded by the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen, they were shaking their naked tits at him and begging him to cum. He started to rock back against Gerry's mouth. 
Kathy grabbed hold of both of Jim's hands and put them on the back of Gerry's head. Gerry barely noticed. Someone's camera flashed. Jim rocked harder and harder. 
“SPURT FOR US”
“SPURT FOR US”
After only about five minutes the girls could see Jim was about to blow his load, they stopped chanting and watched with fascination as Jim brutally forced Gerry's head down on his cock, while violently pistoning his hips up like he was trying to drive his cock through the back of Gerry's head. 
Then it happened. Jim's hips arched high off the hay bale and froze, impaling Gerry's head with his cock. The camera flashed again. Every girl was quiet. 
Gerry started to gag on Jim's spurting cum and tried to back off. But Jim held Gerry's head in place with a strength he didn't know he had.
One of the girls whispered loudly to him. “That's it Jim; choke him with your cock Jim. Choke him”.
Two more thrusts with his hips and it was all over. Jim had had the biggest cum of his life. Spent he released Gerry's head.
Gerry, gagging and choking, pulled off his friends cock. Gasping for air he sagged to the ground between Jim's legs. Cum forced through his  nose, dribbling down his chin.
More cameras flashed. And the girls broke out clapping. 
Jim was lifted from the hay bale. The girls clapped for him and gave him hugs. He was the hero of the moment. They led him away to the house, his cock still hard from the viagra, bobbing wildly. Gerry was left for garbage in the dirt.
He looked up to see Susan and Cindy, staring down at him. Susan started to talk.
“Were going to clean Jim up and then Kathy's going to drive him home. He won't talk you know Gerry. Not with all the pictures we have. Besides, Kathy thinks he's kind of cute. She said she wanted to jerk him off on the hay bale next week for kicks. Jim would walk over his own mothers grave to have a real girl jerk him off , your grave Gerry– you know that.”
“What about me” Gerry said quietly, wiping some cum off his face with the back of his hand.
“Your going to spend the night. Your party isn't over yet”.Susan said clinically.
“Please, please, Jim's gone, what can I do alone. Please let me go” Gerry begged.
The two girls bent down and lifted up a broken Gerry and placed him stomach down over width of the hay bale. His shoulders and head stuck out on one side and his ass and cock on the other. Then they produced some cuffs and rope from the corner of the barn. They placed a cuff on each wrist and one each around his knees. They tied the cuffs off to hidden rings in the floor. When they were done Gerry was on all fours with the hay bale under his stomach. like he was crawling. His arms tied shoulder length apart his hands fixed firmly to the floor. His legs were spread to both corners of the hay bale, fully exposing his ass and balls, his knees similarly fixed to the floor. 
Lastly, they produced a ball gage and just before they wedged it firmly in place in his mouth. Gerry asked “Why”.
Susan and Cindy just looked at each other and then Gerry and smiled. 
Susan took a cell phone and made a call while staring at Gerry.
“Hi. Yeah, he's ready. No, no, come over anytime; he isn't going anywhere. OK, OK, fine, half an hour. But, remember- NO ONE GOES IN THE HOUSE! You and your friends can use the barn and the pool, but stay out of the house. And clean up before you go. Cindy doesn't want to get into trouble, she promised her parents she'd be good.”
“Oh, yeah, make sure he's gone when your gone. We don't want Cindy's parents coming home and finding Slut Boy tied up in the barn. What? Yeah or hanging by his dick from a tree. Great, whatever. See you.”
Both girls giggled.
“That was my brother, Raymond” Susan said. “You remember him don't you? He's about 8 years older than me? He used to baby sit you until that incident in the bathtub”
Gerry, thought back barely remembering, he'd only been 5. But he remembered his mother and father were pretty upset about something after Raymond had baby sat him. He only had girl baby-sitters after that.
Susan continued “He's gay you see. Moved to the big city to be with his gay friends. He's into some pretty kinky stuff. I don't know exactly what, I don't ask, you know what I mean – too much information. Anyway, in answer to your question 'Why'. Areosmith. It all just fell into place when we caught you perverts on the camcorder. Me and my best friends wanted to go to the Areosmith concert. But we didn't have all the money we needed. We were a few hundred short, because we were going to have to pay scalpers for the tickets. So, I called Raymond. I offered him Jim or your ass for the night for $500.00. He picked you Gerry. He's always been sweet on you, isn't that cute. Of course he didn't want to spend $500.00's so he's inviting paying guests. In fact I think he's making a bundle on this, he's got lots of guys coming over Gerry. I think your going to get quite a work out tonight. This thing with you and Jim this afternoon, well, I just thought it would make a great show for a little pre-concert bash. And I was right, this was fun. Maybe we'll do it again, hugh Gerr?”
Both girls laughed. Gerry just stared at them in shock. 
“Oh yeah, Gerry, guess what, the coin - it was heads” Susan said as she and Cindy headed out of the barn arm in arm.
Before they left for the concert all the girls, either singly in small groups and pairs came back and took a peek at Gerry, trussed up like a turkey waiting for Raymond and his real perverts. 
Most waived tauntingly, some flashed their tits, one mooned him. The last to enter was Kathy. She walked up to Gerry and stood in front of him. He craned his neck to look up at her. 
“Just wanted to say thanks for being such a good sport” she said softly with a shit eating grin. Then she showed him a magic marker and moved to his side. She began writing, in big letters. Gerry concentrated on the letters as he felt them written on his back: “P-A-I-N S-L-U-T”. Then with one word she was gone “Dickhead”.

Epilogue
The concert was fantastic. Before breaking up for the night the girls all toasted Gerry for putting his ass on the line for them. Kathy did jerk Jim off on the hay bale the next week, with four of the original girls in attendance, she occasionally jerk him off for laughs in front of other girls and sometimes boys until she graduated a year and a half latter.
Jim developed a fetish for sexual humiliation by clothed or semi clothed girls. He spent a fortune on therapy before meeting a dominatix who married him and humiliated him ever sense. At his wedding he was naked when he kissed the bride on the pussy while she made out with the best man! He never told anyone what happened in the barn and never spoke to Gerry again.
All the girls except Susan and Cindy went on to lead normal lives, even Kathy. They chalked the whole experience up to teenage experimentation and blamed Gerry and Jim for bringing it on themselves by being such perverts.
Susan became a pimp, specializing in hard to get services. She moved to a banana republic in South America where questions could be answered with cash. She served a very rich cliental and eventualy retired rich and happy.
Cindy found sex was easier then school and work. She became Susan's first whore. She was very successful at it, until that thing in Guadalajara when the crowd got a little carried away. God rest her soul. Well, at least they didn't have to put down the horses.
Raymond died of AIDS 8 years after his night with Gerry. 
Gerry, well Gerry never really recovered. He withdrew into himself, dropped out of high school,and became a night janitor. No one knew why except the girls and Jim, and Jim didn't know the worst of it. The girls occasionally giggled about it between themselves, but mostly they just forgot about Ole Gerry the cocksucker. After that night it had taken Gerry 5 days to regain control of his bowels. He couldn't look at a gerbil again without breaking out in a sweat. One nut had been popped, and he lived in fear of losing the other one. He'd eaten so much cum, he never forgot the taste, and disliked anything salty ever sense. But he couldn't forget. He woke up every night in a cold sweat dreaming he was back on the hay bale only it was Cindy's asshole he was being forced to eat out, it was Susan ramming her fist up his ass, and Kathy popping his nut, while it was the girls chanting – POP IT, CRUSH IT, POP IT, CRUSH IT. After his parents died, about 20 years latter, he found Susan's establishment in South America. He blew his inheritance on scenes she set up for him and lost his last nut. After that he went to work for her, asking only that he not have to service men. Susan put him on her gay roster immediately and sent him to a branch office in another country. She never heard from him again, never asked; nor did anyone else.