Mark shoves you into his boxers before heading out to a friends house. The entire time you get jostled around and flung between his balls and cock. He soon arrives at the house of his best friend. You can hear Mark slam his fist against the door, knocking. “Open up, Nate! Got something for ya!” He yells.
You shudder hearing Nate’s name. The guy was generally chill but he was also a little strange. Soon the door opens and standing in the doorway is a young man, roughly in his late teens. He went to college with Mark but was slightly younger. His green and black hair was untidy as usual and his tired gray-blue eyes were darting about. “What can I do for you Mar—“ before he could finish, Mark was shoving past him and into the house.
“I didn’t know how to punish the squirt! So I figure you could help me.” Mark says as he pulls Nate into the house and closes the door. Once they’re in Nate’s room, Mark fishes you out from between his balls.
Nate rolls his eyes and sits back at his desk. “What did he do this time?” He asks as he shifts a bit.
“He went into my room and broke my stuff! Anyway, I gotta head home and make an excuse as to why he won’t be in for a few days!” Mark growls as he dumps you into an empty glass jar on Nate’s desk. He storms off pretty quick.
Both you and Nate flinch as you hear the door get slammed hard. Nate shakes his head as he looks at you. “Well, uh... hey Stan...” he says almost nervously. You didn’t realize Nate knew your name. He was strange but was a fairly nice guy.
“Umm... h-h-hi...” you begin, trying not to show how scared you were.
Nate picks up the jar and gently slides you out and onto his awaiting palm. He seems nervous but you didn’t know why. You glance down and notice the bulge in his pants. “Sorry... I’m a little... uh... err... turned on by the whole situation.” He apologizes, face bright red.
You weren’t sure what to think. Part of you liked Nate, he was always really nice to you, despite how mean Mark could be. You crumple and curl up in his palm, tears streaming down your face. “Hey, don’t cry. It’s going to be ok. I’m not going to hurt ya. I know what Mark said but, I don’t even know what he expects.” He says while gently stroking you.
Glancing up you can see he really doesn’t mean you any harm. You nod before weakly smiling. “Alright li’l Buddy, what should we do?” Nate asks now that you’re calm.
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