Benji Gets Blackmailed

"Put that thing away before you hurt somebody, Benji!" Coach Russell yelled, as Benji Cox, center and captain of the basketball team that just won the county championship, ran naked up and down the locker room holding up the winners' trophy.

"Sorry Coach," Benji said, putting the trophy down and going back to his locker.

"I think he meant put 'that' away before you hurt somebody," Benji's best friend, Evan Tucker snickered, pointing at Benji's huge eight-inch dick. 

"This?" Benji asked, grabbing his big dick and giving it a couple of quick jerks.  "You guys are just jealous.  You only wish you had a cock like this.  Shit, most of you pussies don't even have pubes yet."  Benji was especially proud of his pubic hair.  He had hit puberty before he was in his teens and sported a thick bush

Benji Cox had it all.  He was the star basketball player in a sports-crazed small town and was like a god to the townsfolk.  The girls and women swooned over him and the guys idolized him.  He was good looking, too, and knew it.  He had exotic, almost Latino features.  Dark, almost black, hair, and brown smoldering eyes that seemed to beckon women to him.  He was 6'4, and was 220 pounds of pure lean beef.  He knew he was hot and never let anybody forget it.  Worst of all, he was rich.  Filthy rich.  Well, at least his family was.  Benji Cox was a trust fund baby, born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Everybody worshipped the ground he walked on.  Everybody, that is, except those who really knew what a prick he was.  Benji Cox talked a good talk, but when you got right down to it, he was a bastard, a real prick, and proud of it. 

Coach Russell poked his head out of his office.  "Watch the language, Benji!" he roared, trying to suppress a smile.

"Sorry!" Benji called back.  Then he turned back to his teammates, grabbing his crotch again.  "Come on guys, you know y'all wish you had one like mine.  Look over at Jerry there," he said, pointing at Jerry Edwards who was quietly buttoning his shirt.  "I bet Jerry would like some of this."  He sauntered over to where Jerry was sitting and stood right in front of the boy, his cock right in front of Jerry's face.  He undulated his hips and thrust them back and forth.  "Come and get it, faggot."

Jerry Edwards stood up and pushed Benji back.  "Fuck off, you asshole," he said.

Jerry Edwards was gay, and outside of only a small group of friends no one knew.  But Benji Cox suspected.  At a party several months earlier Benji had gotten drunk and passed out.  He was kind of in and out of it, but was almost positive that Jerry was feeling him up.  When he pushed Jerry's hands away, Jerry tried to pass off the incident as though he was drunk also.  But Benji didn't buy it.  He blabbed to anyone who would listen that Jerry Edwards had hit on him.

Nobody believed Benji though because he had a habit of stretching the truth, and when he started claiming that Jerry had come on to him people just rolled their eyes.  But that didn't stop Benji.  Since that day he'd had it out for Jerry, calling him faggot and teasing him whenever the opportunity presented itself.  But verbal jabbing was as far as he took it because no matter how tough Benji Cox was, Jerry Edwards was just as tough, having been on the wrestling team every year and always working out in the gym after school.  Not only that, but when it came right down to it, Jerry Edwards was more popular than Benji Cox.  He was a nice guy who treated everybody equally.  As a result, he had a lot of friends.

As Jerry walked away Benji made another smart-ass comment.  "Cock-sucker."  Then he reached into his locker and grabbed his clothes to get dressed. 

He had just pulled on his briefs when another one of his teammates remarked, "You know, Benji, only little boys wear tightie whities anymore.  Why don't you get with the program and wear boxers like everybody else?"

Benji ignored the quiet rolls of laughter from his teammates and reached into his white, full-cut briefs to adjust his dick and balls.  "Fuck off you losers.  I need something industrial strength to keep this monster and these boys in line.  Plus, first time I throw a bone or something, I'd rip those pansy-assed boxers to shreds."  He cupped and massaged his considerable bulge and smiled his charming smile.  Mmmm... that feels good, he thought, but I'd better stop before I throw a bone. 

Benji Cox was always throwing a bone.  He just had to hear the word 'girl' and he got a hard on.  The first thing he did every morning before he got out of bed was jack off and the last thing he did before he went to bed was jack off.  During lunch he usually found a quiet place where he could pound his pud.  He was eighteen years old, always horny, and full of cum.  No matter how many chicks he banged, he could always squeeze out another load of boy juice. 

Benji finished dressing and, along with his teammates, went back to the gym to meet with the fans and the local press who had showed up to cover the game.  Benji had scored 27 points, along with the game-winning basket, a Hail Mary from almost half-court, and was named MVP.  Most of the reporters wanted a sound-bite and Benji was more than happy to oblige.  Of course, he neglected to give credit to his teammates, let alone his coach, but that was Benji Cox.

After the media blitz the guys went back to the locker room to gather up their gym bags and head out.  It was only Thursday and they all had school the next day.  After the Coach left, Evan Tucker stopped everybody. 

"Guys," he said.  "My parents are going to Vegas tomorrow for the weekend so... party at my place.  I got all the booze we'll need.  Everybody's invited, too, so make sure you spread the word at school tomorrow."

Benji looked over at Jerry and loudly asked, "Are cock-suckers coming, too?"  Jerry ignored the comment.

"Give it a rest, Benji," Phil Potter said, shaking his head.  "Do you always have to be such an asshole?"

"Ah, you just want me, too," Benji said.

Later that night Jerry was in a back booth at Denny's with three of his friends, Tom, Glen and Brad.  The four of them had been friends since childhood.  Once they got into high school though, Jerry had outstripped them in looks, athleticism, and popularity.  Tom, Glen, and Brad were more into science and computers and were considered geeks by some, but Jerry was still best friends with them no matter what.  They knew he was gay and didn't care.  At one point or another through the years they had messed around a bit with each other.  Jerry could be himself around them, trusting them completely, and for that he was eternally grateful.  He told them about the party and then mentioned Benji's comments.

"That guy's such a prick," Tom said.  "I would love to kick his ass."

"Me too," Jerry agreed, "but that's only a temporary fix."

"Well, you did feel him up," Glenn said, matter-of-factly.

Jerry nodded his head sadly.  "Yeah, biggest fucking mistake I ever made.  But I was hammered and I thought he was out and, well... he does have a hot body... Shit.... I fucked up.  I just wish I could get him to keep his mouth shut forever."

"We could kill him," Glen said jokingly, and all the guys laughed. 

"Oh, not the Golden Boy," Jerry said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.  "We can't have that."

"Let's blackmail him," Brad suggested.  The guys looked at him.

"Now that's a great idea," Jerry said.  "But how do we do it?"

Brad shrugged his shoulders.  "Drug him, take pictures, I don't know.  But we can do it.  Evan lives two houses down from me.  My parents are going with his parents to Vegas so my house'll be empty.  If we can get Benji to my place, we can have whole weekend alone with him."

"Yeah, but Benji isn't exactly your best bud, Brad," Jerry said.  "I don't think he's gonna leave a huge party where he's probably gonna be king of the hill to go off to your house."

"You know, guy," Glen said slowly and deliberately, "my brother's coming back from State for the weekend and I think he might have something we could use."

"Really," Tom asked, "like what?"

Glen leaned forward in his seat and the other guys followed suit.  "Well," he started, "he's always telling me about the girls up there and the frat parties and stuff.  He said he and his friends slipped some stuff in their girlfriends' drinks one night and it made them totally horny and slutty.  They didn't remember anything about it the next day."

"Isn't that date rape?" Tom asked.

"It's not rape if she's your girlfriend," Brad reasoned.

"Do you think your brother will bring any of that stuff with him?" Jerry asked.

"I can ask him," Glen offered, "but I bet he will.  He said he was coming down with Joe Woods and the two of them were going pussy hunting this weekend.  I'm sure if I ask he'll hook me up."

Jerry was rubbing his hands together.  "I'll get Benji away from everybody... outside... tell him I wanna talk to him or something... You guys be waiting nearby.  I'll slip it into his beer and then, when he starts going out, I'll leave.  When he's out, we'll grab him and bring him over here to Glen's place.  How long does that stuff take to work?"

"A few minutes I think," Glen said.

"Perfect," Jerry said, smiling.

Between classes on Friday, Jerry, Glen, Tom and Brad all met in the quad to go over their plan for that night.  Glen, Tom and Brad were going to hang out at Brad's house until 11:30 pm.  At that time Jerry was planning on pulling Benji aside on the pretext of talking to him.  By that time Benji would be pretty wasted.  Jerry planned to take it easy.  He would limit his alcohol and just act like he was drunk.  After all, he didn't want to be too out of it for Benji's big scene!  Glen told his brother that he and his friends were going to the party and asked if they could get a little "something" to make it easier to get girls.  His brother was only too happy to oblige and hooked him up with some roofies and ecstasy, telling him how the right combination would make a girl put out like a slut and not remember a thing in the morning.  Tom's dad used Viagra and he snitched one.  If the roofies and ecstasy couldn't keep Benji hard, the Viagra would do the trick.  Plus, they wanted Benji as hard as possible for as long as possible.

That night the cars were lined up and down the street outside Evan Tucker's house.  Evan's uncle was a cop and was on duty that night.  He knew what was going on and made sure all the cops steered clear of the area.  He was proud of his nephew and his team and felt like they deserved the party.  He wasn't about to ruin their big night.

The booze was flowing freely and Phil Potter had brought a ziplock bag pull of pot.  A few of the guys, Benji included, were sitting around drinking, playing video games, and taking bong hits.  Everybody at the party was hammered.  Everybody that is, except Jerry.

At 11:20 pm Jerry, pretending he was drunk, staggered into the game room and flopped down on the couch next to Benji.  Evan handed him the bong and he took a hit.  One hit wouldn't hurt.  He turned to Benji who was obviously feeling no pain at this point.

"Hey, Benj..." Jerry said, deliberately slurring his words, "can I talk to you, buddy?"

Benji, who by now was feeling no pain, smiled.  "Shoooor, Jerrr...  whaddaya wanna talk about?"

"Well, it's kinda private," Jerry said, putting his arm around Benji's shoulders and steering the drunk teen, ever so slightly, toward the back door.  "I wanted to talk to you about all the shit you've been giving me."

"Oh, that..." Benji said, swaying.  It was a good thing Jerry's arm was around him or else he might've fallen on his fine, firm ass.  "Well..."

"Oh, shit," Jerry slurred, interrupting.  He wasn't interested in some lame lie, anyway.  "My beer's all gone.  I gotta get me another.  You want one?"

Benji drained his bottle and threw it onto the lawn.  "Fuck yeah, buddy."

"Okay," Jerry nodded.  "I'll be right there.  Don't go anywhere."  He went back into the house and grabbed two beers from the cooler.  He popped the tops and, making sure no one was watching, dropped the ecstasy and roofie into Benji's drink.  Then he joined his unwitting victim outside.  "Here you go, pal," he said, handing the swaying stud his beer.

"Thanks, man," Benji said drunkenly, taking a drink.  "You're not so bad after all."  He took another drink.  "What did you wanna talk about?"

"Well," Jerry said, exaggerating his gestures like a drunk person, "it bugs me when you call me cock-sucker and shit like that."

Benji took another drink and looked at Jerry.  "All I remember is that you were touching my dick and stuff when I woke up."

Jerry shook his head.  "Buddy, that night you were so fucked up you didn't even know your own name!  Shit... we were all drunk.  And if I did touch you, it was by accident.  I mean, I'm not gay, man.  Think about it for a sec.  If I was gay why would I make a pass at the biggest stud in town?"  Geez!  He couldn't believe the shit he was saying just to keep Benji occupied until the drugs kicked in.

As it turned out, he didn't have to wait long.  Benji's eyes were glazed over and Jerry doubted he even heard a word he had said. 

"I'm gonna get me another beer," Jerry said.  "You coming?"  He turned to look at Benji.  The drunken, drugged teen could barely stand up straight and was leaning against a tree for support.

"Ahhlll be there in a minute," Benji said, his voice slow and thick.  He was having a hard time articulating what he was trying to say.  The drugs Jerry had slipped in his beer were obviously taking effect.

"See you inside, bud," Jerry said.  And with that, he left Benji outside by himself and walked back into the house.  Once inside he ducked into the breezeway and peered out the window.  Benji was still outside leaning against the tree.  He was totally fucked up.  This was going to be so much fun!

Benji had just finished his beer and was about to go back into the house when he heard a noise in the bushes.  He turned.  "Who's there?" he asked loudly.  No response.  He heard another rustle and moved closer.  By now he was feeling really buzzed and tired.  He needed to sit down... fast... before he fell down.  There was a bench near one of the bushes and he tried to make his way over to it.  After what felt like forever, he finally got to the bench and flopped down.  Then everything began to go black.  He didn't see the four shapes approach him, nor did he feel his body being lifted from the bench and carried backward through the bushes.

Jerry, Glen, Tom and Brad had each grabbed hold of one of Benji's limbs and carried the near-comatose stud through the bushes and down the dark alley to Brad's house. 

"What the fuck is goin' on..." Benji mumbled as he felt himself being half-carried, half-dragged down the alleyway.  Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, now that the drugs had taken effect.  He looked up at his captors but there were all wearing dark sweat suits and masks.  Not getting an answer, he began to yell.

"Hey!  Someone!  Guys... mmppphhh!!!!!" The jockstrap shoved in his mouth muffled his cries.  Of course, he didn't know it was his sweaty, soiled jockstrap that Glen had lifted from his gym bag after class.  A blindfold was tied over his eyes.

They reached Brad's house and carried Benji down the stairs to the basement.  They had earlier transformed the rec room in into something resembling a primitive torture chamber.  There was a makeshift apparatus that had been fashioned from sawhorses and ropes and a long coffee table with its legs sawed short on one side of the room and two video cameras on tripods on the other.  The pool table and all the walls had been covered with plain white sheets to make the place indistinguishable.  Since Benji had been to Brad's house many times before, they didn't want to take the chance that he might recognize his surroundings.

They set him down, hard, on the pool table and tied his arms to the corners.  He struggled feebly, feeling the effects of the drugs.  He was very lightheaded and, for some reason, a little horny.  The jockstrap was pulled from his mouth and two fingers took its place, sliding in and out in a slow, steady rhythm.

"Wht thu fck ar yu doin?" Benji tried to ask as Tom's fingers sawed back and forth, back and forth.  Without even realizing it he wrapped his lips around them and began to suck.

"What a good boy," a voice said.  It was the first voice Benji had heard since his capture.  It was a girl's voice, that much he knew, and it sounded somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. 

The voice belonged to Brad's sister, Regina.  Regina was a year younger than guys, and for the longest time Benji had tried to get into her pants without success.  A few months earlier, while his parents were out for the night, he had invited Regina over to his house for a "date."  He had turned on all the Benji charm that night -- soft music, candles, wine - but it still didn't work.  Not that Regina wasn't attracted to him; she just knew what he was really after.  When Benji tried the old "stretch out and slip the arm around the shoulders" routine, Regina pushed him away.  When he persisted, she threw an elbow in his gut and punched his bulging crotch.  As he was doubled over in pain she had stood up and said, "you might've gotten a piece of ass from Jill Brooks, but you ain't getting' a piece of ass from me!"  And with that she stormed out.  Brad had confided the guys' plan to her the other night and she begged to a part of it.

"Whoze there?" Benji asked, the fingers still sliding in and out of his mouth.  "Who are you?"

The blindfold was removed and Benji looked around him, but his drug-bleary eyes couldn't make out much.  The room looked all white.  Since the voice he heard was female, he assumed that all the people in the room were women.  He counted five figures.  At least he thought it was five.  Everything seemed out of focus and for some reason he couldn't think very clearly.  Were they wearing masks?  What the fuck was going on?

"I've just some friends with me, that's all," Regina answered, her voice disguised.  As she spoke Jerry began to rub his hand over Benji's cock.  He could feel it stiffen.

"Unnhh... yeah baby, that's it... mmmm... yeah... " Benji moaned.

Tom removed his fingers from Benji's mouth and lifted his head off the table.  He slipped the blue Viagra pill into Benji's mouth and put a beer to the boy's lips.

"What the fuck is this?" Benji asked, spitting out the pill.  "Drugs?"

Tom picked up the Viagra from the floor as Regina spoke.  "It's just a little something to keep you hard, big boy.  I plan on riding that big dick of yours all night."

Jerry could feel Benji's cock throb as Regina spoke.  Benji opened his mouth, intrigued at the prospect of some cunt impaled on his cock all night, and willingly took the pill.  He washed it down with a long drink of beer.  "Oh yeah, baby," he said, trying to sound suave, "but you didn't need no pill.  I can stay hard forever."

Regina and the guys just looked at each other, rolling their eyes.  Did these lines actually work on girls?  What an ass!  Tom stuck his fingers back into Benji's mouth and let the horny teen suck on them more.

"Mmmm... oh yeah..." Benji cooed, thinking it some babe.  "Oh, you know just what I need!"

They had to stifle their laughter.  Benji was completely out of it and just rambling.

"Mind if my friends join in?" Regina asked, as Glen snaked his hand up under Benji's shirt and pinched his nipple.

"Oooohh... fuck... ohhhh...  Yeah... pinch my titties, baby.  Unnnhhh... oh yeah... that's it..."

Glen pulled Benji's shirt up to his neck and began to suck and lick his nipples and chest.  Benji continued to moan and arched his chest upward to meet Glen's probing tongue.  "Mmmm... fuck..."

While Regina continued to whisper sweet nothings, the guys continued to work on Benji.  The clueless stud thought he had hit the jackpot and was getting worked over by a bunch of chicks.  Brad had both video cameras rolling and was snapping picture after picture with his new digital camera.

Jerry scrabbled his fingers down Benji's chest, traced his treasure trail, and pulled at the waistband of his jeans.  "Mmmm... how about we see what's down here?" Regina asked, leaning in to Benji's ear.  Regina was strictly the narrator.  The guys were doing all the touching and probing.  As she bent in, Tom blew softly and flicked his tongue over Benji's earlobe.  The dizzy teen shivered and groaned with pleasure.

"Oh yeah..." Benji whispered.  "Do it... Big Benji wants to come out and play!"

They all looked at each other again, silently roaring with laughter.  Big Benji?  Who the hell was this idiot?

Jerry unbuttoned Benji's jeans and very slowly lowered the zipper.  It was obvious that Benji wanted this, because he was squirming and lifting his ass off the pool table, trying to hasten along the process.  Jerry lowered the jeans as Brad continued to make a photographic record of the events.  Benji's white briefs stood out in a nice, stark contrast to his olive skin.  And they were bulging with an erection.  His cock was like a pole, tenting the full-cut briefs, and his balls were about the size of jumbo eggs. 

Despite here feelings of contempt for Benji, Regina gasped in spite of herself.  But she quickly recovered her composure.  "Mmmm... my, my, my... someone's horny tonight."

Benji groaned as Jerry cupped his balls with one hand and muzzled his cock with lips, kissing up and down the length of it.  He needed to get off in the worst way.  "Oh baby, come on... mmmm... yeah... you know what I need."  Even if they hadn't given Benji a Viagra, his cock still would've been hard.

As Jerry continued to rub his face all over Benji's crotch, Regina removed Benji's shoes and tugged his pants off.  She pulled his socks off, too.  Glen let Tom take over blowing in Benji's ears and licking his face, continuing to finger fuck his face, and moved down to the other side of the pool table.  He lightly tickled Benji's big size 12 feet.

"Heee... heee..." Benji laughed.  "Stop that, baby.  It tickles."  He tried to pull his feet away, but was too weak from the booze and roofies to put up much of a struggle.

Tom had hold of both of Benji's legs and while tickling one foot, began sucking on the toes of his other foot.  Benji's back arched and he howled with laughter. 

"Stop... stop... stop... please!" he begged.

The guys stopped.  Everything.  No cock rubbing, no toe sucking, no ear blowing, no fingers in the mouth.  They left Benji prone on the pool table.  The confused teen lifted his head.  "Where'd ya go, baby?" he slurred, the words becoming harder and harder to form.

"I thought you wanted me to stop," Regina cooed sweetly, her voice sounding as innocent as a newborn.

"No, no," Benji said, shaking his head violently.  "Just the tickling.  Can't stand it.  Oh... fuck... the other shit was awesome..."

"Well it's all or nothing, Benjamin," Regina chastised, using Benji's full name.  "What's it gonna be?"

"Uhhnnn..." Benji groaned, throwing his chest out and thrusting his hips, trying to find the delicious fingers that were working their magic just moments earlier.  Nothing.  His horniness got the better of him and he relented.  "Okay... okay... but easy... easy... please..."  His voice had taken on a whining tone.

The guys began again.  Tom slipped his fingers back into Benji's waiting mouth and lightly flickered his tongue in and out of his ears.  Glen started sucking on toes again while lightly tickling Benji's feet, and Jerry continued his cock and ball massage, stroking the shaft, jiggling the big balls, and reaching up with his other hand to flick at Benji's hard, rubbery tits. 

Benji was going crazy now.  The roofies and ecstasy had taken control and he was on autopilot.  His hips were thrusting like pistons and he was moaning and groaning like a virgin on prom night.  He was even sucking and slurping on Tom's fingers.  And all the while Regina cooed and hummed in the background while Brad took picture after picture after picture.  Every time the disk got full he quickly uploaded the pictures onto the computer and started again.  By now there were dozens of pictures, but the only face recognizable in any of them was Benji's.  And although there were two video cameras catching all the action, the tapes would be carefully edited and pieced together to hide the identity of everybody in the room except Benji.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck... shit... fuck... unnnhhh... mmmm... yeaahhhh..." Benji moaned, his body completely surrendering to the hands playing with it.  "Mmmm... unnnhhh..."

Jerry lifted Benji's legs and placed them on his shoulders.  He pulled the hot stud's body until his briefs-covered ass hanging just over the edge of the pool table.  He reached between Benji'