“Three Jacks and two Deuces!” Tony exclaimed, throwing the cards face up on the floor between his legs. “Read ‘em and weep!”

“Heck!” Randy said, embarrassed by what was to follow. He hesitated for a minute, and then reluctantly shed his skivvies, baring his droopy cock, testicles, and thin wisp of pubic hair. He was now totally nude and if he lost one more hand Tony could have his way with him. Tony wore only his t-shirt and one sock. He was chronologically the same age as Randy, but having entered puberty earlier he was six months more mature, a vast difference at age thirteen. Nature had also been a little kinder to him, and in addition to having more body hair his cock was longer and thicker than Randy’s and his balls were somewhat larger, and he usually shed his pants and shorts first so he could flaunt his assets in front of his less fortunate companions, and unlike the flaccid Randy, he was somewhat tumescent.

There were two other thirteen-year-old boys there too, but they were using their pass privileges to set out this hand. The rules they had made up required the loser of each hand to shed an article of clothing, but each player could refuse to play three hands. Randy had used his up and there was no way he could avoid playing. The loser would have to submit to whatever pain or humiliation the winner chose to inflict, within limits of course. No blood could be shed and no permanent injury could be caused, nor could shit or piss be involved.

One could logically conclude that the winner would demand sexual gratification at the expense of the loser, but that wasn’t the case. The boys weren’t queer, as it was called in 1964, they were just curious. There wasn’t any Sex Ed back then, and overt faggotry was unheard of in rural Eastern Washington. They were simply curious kids exploring their new found sexuality and comparing their bodies and functions with each other. The boys certainly wouldn’t be telling their mothers about how they amused themselves, but the wildest, most sinful thing they had done thus far was to jerk each other off, and Randy was too modest to request that service the few times that he had won.

“You know what I’m going to make you do, Randy?” Tony asked as he dealt the next hand of cards. “You know how your dog licks his dick and balls? Well, you’re going to have to do that to me.”

“No fair!” Randy exclaimed. “You can’t make me do that!”

“Yes he can, too,” Darrell, one of the observers opined. He was quickly seconded by Mike, who like Darrell was almost certainly out of the game, and thought it would be cooler than shit to watch him lick dick.

The talk had encouraged Tony’s somewhat tumescent cock to blossom into full erection, and the long shaft bobbed around as if taunting Randy as Tony turned over his cards to reveal two Aces and two Kings. “Get ready, I hope you like the taste,” he said, grasping his shaft and pointing it at Randy, “ I haven’t spewed in two days, and you’ll probably have to wash it off of your face.”

“Don’t bet on it, asshole,” Randy countered, turning over three fours to win the hand. Tony’s cock deflated slightly as he shed his remaining sock and turned over the cards that Randy had just passed out. He discarded two, and his expression gave no sign of either joy or distress at the two replacements. “Call,” he said.

“Pair of Jacks,” Randy announced, somewhat fearfully as he turned his cards over, only to realize that Tony didn’t have a thing, and that he’d won the hand.

It was now Tony’s turn to be embarrassed as he reluctantly shed the shirt that was his last piece of clothing. Tony didn’t like to be seen topless. He not only was a little on the fat side but he also has an unsightly red birthmark on his chest and didn’t like to have other kids staring at it. “Just deal the cards, asshole,” he said, now wanting the game to be over with.

Darrell and Mike, both partially clothed, sat in for the last hand of the game. They weren’t the least bit nervous, as it was almost certain that one of their naked companions would lose first and bring the game to an end, and there was a decent chance that one of them would win.

“Three Kings!” Mike announced triumphantly. It would be a hard hand to beat, and he was already contemplating what he would do to the loser.

“I’ve got you beat,” Darrell bragged as he displayed three Deuces and a pair of Fives.

“Two pair.” Tony said, hoping like hell that Randy had a worse hand. He was trying his best to hide his birthmark and keep his fat gut sucked in. His erection had deflated and now he was just another insignificant naked kid. He was also now aware that he had fucked up by bragging about what he’d do to the loser. Randy didn’t like anyone messing with his dick, so he’d probably just give the loser a couple of hard squeezes or raps to the balls, but the other boys knew that Tony’s suggestion had raised the game to a higher level and the tents in the fronts of their skivvies now revealed their willingness to try it themselves.

“Ace high straight, all Hearts, now we’ll see who weeps,” Randy stated calmly as he rose to retrieve his underwear. He preferred to not be naked so he also slipped on his Levi’s to administer the punishment due Tony.

Randy’s vast knowledge of human sexuality, other than what he had picked up in his Seventh Grade locker room, had been gleaned from one source: Unable to cope with embarrassing questions, his dad had hid a home medical dictionary in plain sight on the bookshelf. Randy had practically worn out the sections on male and female disorders, reproduction, and basic anatomy, and had recently become fascinated with one drawing in particular. It was a sectional cutaway drawing of a man undergoing a prostate examination. It showed a limp penis, one testicle, and a cross section of the guy’s asshole with the doctor’s finger inserted in it feeling the prostate gland. Randy had given quite a bit of thought about what he’d do if he won, and now he took a small plastic bag from the pocket of his pants.

“On your hands and knees, legs spread,” Randy commanded the loser, who was relieved to see that the boy had donned his pants. He would have to put up with a few seconds of pain perhaps, but at least he wouldn’t have to do anything gross, like lick the kid’s cock.

Randy liked the feeling of having another guy’s balls in his hand. He liked to compare sizes, and wonder how long it would be before his own were as large, and he like the power associated with being able to render a guy completely helpless and willing to do anything to ease the pressure and stop the pain. Tony’s nuts hung low between his slightly hairy thighs, like those of an old dog. Randy grasped them gently with his left hand, rolling them around a little, gauging their size, before tightening his grip.

“Ouch, stop it!” Tony cried, mostly in mock distress. He had to endure whatever Randy dished out for five full minutes, but he knew that Randy usually just squeezed a couple of times, and them bopped his nuts lightly and then let go. He couldn’t see Randy slip his middle finger into the plastic bag, but he sure as hell felt it when it touched his asshole, and for a second or two he ignored the pain building in his nuts.

“Hey! You can’t do that!” He complained, trying in vain to move away from the intrusion. It had never occurred to him or the other boys to seek revenge through that orifice, nor did the possibility that it could be anything but a finger occur to him. He may have heard someone say the word ‘buttfuck’ once or twice, but to these innocent kids anal intercourse was as unthinkable as oral.

Randy maintained his grip on Tony’s nuts, preventing his escape, and pushed his finger even deeper into never-never land. This time his thrust was answered with a howl of real pain. Randy’s oversize adolescent fingers were nearly as large as his cock, and actually buttfucking his victim wouldn’t have hurt much more. Fully inserted, Randy began working his finger around searching for the elusive little gland without really knowing where it was or what it might feel like. His knew he had found it when he felt Tony stiffen, shudder and sag away from him.

Tony had never known such pain or humiliation. Every time he tried to escape the thrusting finger the grip on his balls tightened. He was trapped. He knew it was only Randy’s finger, but to his virgin asshole it felt like it was the size of a banana. He also felt a new sensation, one almost all adult males experience yearly, as the errant finger brushed up against his prostate gland, and against all odds he found himself becoming erect. The third time the probing finger hit the gland he felt something inside him release, and he suddenly felt weak and lightheaded.

“Geez! Way to go!” Darrell exclaimed as Tony shot three long streams of his pent up sperm down onto the hardwood floor. Randy abruptly withdrew his finger, causing another cry of pain from Tony.

The unplanned orgasm surprised Randy as well, but he immediately knew what should happen a guy who had threatened to make him lick his cock. He pulled back on the balls in his hand forcing the whimpering boy attached to them to shuffle along until his face was directly over the spreading white puddle.

“Lick it up, every drop,” He commanded tightening the grip Tony’s nuts and pushing the boy’s head down with his other hand until his mouth was only inches away from his recent deposit.

“One minute left,” Mike, the official timekeeper, announced. The punishment could only last five minutes and Randy only had a minute left to torment Tony.

“Lick it!” Randy commanded again, really putting the pressure on Tony’s hapless gonads.

Tony opened his mouth and extended his tongue. The pain radiated from his testicles all the way through his belly, completely engulfing his body, and he knew there was no way he could endure it for another minute, but just couldn’t bring himself to taste his own semen.

“Okay, asshole, you asked for it!” Randy said, clamping down on the manhood in his hand with all of his strength wile simultaneously shoving Tony’s face onto the floor.

A wild, almost unearthly scream filled the room and the air was suddenly foul with the stink of Tony’s shit as he collapsed face down in the puddle of his own jizm.

It was a mystery to Randy. One second Tony’s most prized possessions were firm and solid in his hand, like a doorknob, and he feel them pulse with every beat of Tony’s heart, and the next thing he knew a bag of mush, without substance, was slipping through his fingers and a warm stream of shit hit him on the wrist as Tony, overcome by the pain, involuntarily voided his bowels.

“SHIT!” Randy said, stating the obvious. “You cheated! Shitting on a guy isn’t allowed!”

Tony didn’t bother defending the challenge. Instead he just stayed rolled up into a ball on the floor, whimpering, both hands clamped tightly to his crotch.