O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Nick Carter's Vacation

by stimle

When I was younger I walked in on my friend Tony jerking off with our other friend Wade. From that day on we formed a jerk-off club in my old clubhouse that met several times a week. The clubhouse was an old converted work shed located on the far end of our property, so it was private. Over the next couple of years we initiated a few new members and once we started high school we began to take advantage of unsuspecting guys who found they had too much to drink or smoke at a party and needed a place to crash. At seventeen years old we had become experts in the art of boy bondage.

During the summer after our junior year, Wade's dad got remarried. On the day of the wedding, Tony and I were waiting for Wade in the driveway when Wade ran out of the house.

"Guys, guess what! Guess whose here?"

Tony and I looked at him and shrugged our shoulders. We could've cared less. Weddings sucked and the only reason we were going to this wedding was because it was Wade's dad. And for the hope of scoring free drinks.

Wade explained that Julie, his new step mom, was related to Nick Carter, and that Nick and his family were here for the wedding. We didn't think twice until he mentioned that Nick Carter was the Nick Carter from the Backstreet Boys, and that he was in the house! Wade further explained that Nick's family was going back to Florida the day after the wedding, but that Nick had asked to stay a couple of weeks while Julie and Wade's dad were on their honeymoon. Wade's grandparents would be staying at the house so it was okay for Nick to stay. As soon as Wade said this, a light bulb went off in my head. I glanced over at Tony and then at Wade. They were thinking the same thing.

Nick was looking for a break from the band and by staying here he would also have the chance to get to know some of the newest members of this family. Of course, we knew all about Nick Carter. Total hottie. Nineteen years old, 6'1, blond hair, blue shy eyes, a gorgeous smile, and an athletic build. But best of all, as we discovered while hanging out with him during the reception, the guy was as innocent as his image. He had never been drunk, let alone drink, never had sex, and smoked pot! He couldn't believe some of the stories we told him about how we got away doing all this stuff. We told him that we had our parents fooled because we kept good grades, played sports, and didn't get in trouble at school. As long as we kept our noses clean our parents gave us long leashes.

Little did Nick know that he was in for the time of his life, whether he liked it or not!

The day after the wedding, after we drove his family to the airport, we went to my house, which was across the street from where Wade lived, to play basketball and goof around. As we played, Nick told us about the other members of the band and about the way he and the other guys were always getting followed around my screaming girls who followed their every move. I noticed that when he talked about girls he shorts would begin to tent a bit. It was a pretty good bulge that grew a bit when we started horsing around. Like most teenage guys, whenever anyone touched him he got a boner. We pushed each other, wrestled around, and played tickle and grab ass. I was hot to get Nick down and work him over, and by the looks on their faces, I knew Tony and Wade were feeling the same way.

After Wade's grandparents fell asleep that night, we took Nick out for a ride around town. Since he was on a vacation, he didn't really want to mix with a lot of people. That was fine with us so we went back to our old clubhouse. I opened up the mini-fridge and tossed the guys a couple of beers. Nick's eyes widened. We said it was no big deal and asked if he wanted to join us. He was a bit hesitant at first, but after a little peer pressure from Tony, Wade, and me, we got him to try a beer. He didn't care for it so I mixed him a rum and coke. He drank it down pretty quickly, and after his second drink I noticed that he was getting a little tipsy.

"Shoot! I forgot I'm supposed to call my parents," Nick cried, jumping to his feet a little unsteadily. "I've got to get back to your house, Wade."

That effectively put a halt to our plans for the night, so we all said good night and went home. The next morning while Nick was still asleep, Tony, Wade and I were at my house up in my room making plans to get Nick.

"I say we get him wasted or stoned," Tony offered.

"We want him to be awake, but we don't want him to remember anything," Wade countered. "I mean, he's my cousin and all, and I like him."

"But he's a freakin' stud," we all said at once, breaking into fits of laughter.

"Guys, guys, guys. I've got the perfect plan," I said, rummaging through the drawer on my night stand. Turning around I held up my prize. "Tah dah!"

"Those are ruffies! Where did you get those," Tony asked, grabbing the box of Rohypnol and opening it.

"I got 'em from Eric."

"Wow," said Wade, taking the box from Tony. "Are you sure they'll work?"

"Check this out," I said, pulling an envelope of polaroids from a locked drawer and tossing a couple to Tony and Wade.

"Shit, this is Shane Smith," said Tony as he flipped through the pictures of the captain of the university soccer team, my older brother Mark's best friend and team mate, in various stages of undress.

"Yeah, and look at this," I said as I popped a video cassette into my VCR and turned on the TV. The image on the screen showed me sitting on my parent's bed with a tipsy looking Shane Smith. I began to undress him until he was in nothing but his white briefs, sweat socks, and a silly grin.

"When the hell was this," Wade exclaimed, grabbing the remote control and hitting the slow motion feature.

"Last Friday night, when he spent the night here with my brother. They came home pretty ripped so I fixed 'em both a special night cap. Mom and dad were in Seattle for his high school reunion. I was going to show this to you guys, but I waiting for the perfect time. But there was Wade's dad's wedding and then Nicky boy showed up out of the blue."

Wade hit the play button and the video continued, this time showing me undressing my equally drugged brother. He was wearing a pair of boxer briefs and was having a bit of trouble sitting up. I put his hand on Shane's crotch and manipulated him into rubbing it. I did the same to Shane. In a few moments they took over for themselves. Their eyes were glazed over and they were slurring their words.

"They didn't remember a thing the next day. Nothing. Just a little headache, which they figured was a hangover," I said as I clicked off the VCR.

Just then there was a quick knock on the door and Nick popped his head through. "Hey guys, I figured you'd be here. Sorry about last night. Maybe we can go out again tonight," he said, grinning.

We just looked back at him and smiled. Our plan was set.

After dinner we headed out to the clubhouse. Nick had liked the rum and coke the night before so we mixed him another, a little stronger this time. While he wasn't looking Wade spiked his drink with the ruffie. About thirty minutes later Nick was buzzing from the drug, but we told him it was just the pot we had talked him into trying. After a quick look at each other we decided to put our plan into action. Wade was sitting on the couch with Nick, and I went over and joined them. We pushed him between us and started punching each other in the arms and tickling one another like we had done the other day. Nick was so ticklish that each time Wade or me poked him in the ribs he squealed and practically jumped off the couch. We could hardly keep him from squirming off the couch. The way his head was lolling around, it was obvious that the drug had taken effect and we knew he wouldn't remember much (if anything) the next day. His shirt was out of his pants by now and we began feeling him up without his knowing. We could see he was getting hard.

We had a couple more drinks and smoked another joint, making sure to blow the smoke directly in Nick's face. By this time he was totally out of it. As he sat between Wade and me we started to play grab ass with him again, pushing him between us and poking him in the ribs. Nick was looking at us through glazed eyes with a stupid grin on his face, laughing. When Wade suddenly grabbed Nick's thigh he didn't know what happened. He jumped up off the couch and I wrestled him to the ground and held his arms over his head so Wade could continue his assault. Nick squealed and then started to groan. It was great. As he became more under the drug's control, I needed only one hand to hold his wrists together and used the other to explore his stomach and chest under his shirt. His nipples were erect and as I tweaked one, I heard him groan.

By now Tony had joined us and was squeezing Nick just above the knee. We were all laughing like it was a game and we soon had Nick lying on the floor laughing and twisting from the torture. Tony alternated from his knees to his ribs and then back again. Soon Nick didn't know where the sensations were coming from. But his pants were bulging and his groans were getting hotter and hotter.

Tony pulled Nick's shoes off and unlacing them, tied his ankles to the legs of the couch, spreading them. That kept Nick's legs apart and allowed Wade to run his fingers up and down the inside of his thighs without him being able to close them. I pulled up his shirt to his neck and started to rub the area around his aroused nipples. He was so out of it, not to mention turned on, that he didn't even try to stop us. 

"Aaagghh..." he moaned that sexy voice of his. He looked like he was ready to shoot but we weren't ready to let him.

Tony crawled up between Nick's legs and unzipped his pants, laughing just like it was part of the game. Nick was so gone he didn't care. Tony opened Nick's pants and with help from Wade and me, pulled them down to his ankles. I stepped back to get a better view. There was Nick Carter, total hottie, totally out it. Pants around his ankles. He looked so hot. His white briefs were perfect against his tanned legs and bulging with his erection. I couldn't believe that Nick Carter wore tighty whities! I took the polaroid camera from my knapsack and snapped off half the roll, each of us taking a turn posing with Nick.

I ran my hand up along Nick's legs and cupped his bulge, massaging it gently for a few minutes until he was rock hard. He was leaking pre-cum and the front of his briefs were getting damp. I slipped my hand inside and pulled his dick and balls out. Nick had a seven-inch rod that was surrounded by blond pubic hairs. I ran my hand up and down the shaft and over the sensitive tip. Nick hunched and tried to move my hands away, but Tony and Wade took a hold of his arms and pinned them down. I closed my fist around the shaft and slowly moved my hand up and down. Nick's hips began to follow in a slow rhythm. He was moaning more audibly and Wade took to opportunity to run his fingers in and out of Nick's mouth and through his thick blond hair.

Tony started running his fingers up and down Nick's sides, over his ribs, and into his arm pits, making him burst forth with laughter. Nick was breathing hard and began to plead with us to stop. We ignored his pleas. Wade had taken over rubbing Nick's tits, wetting his fingers with spit and twisting them one at a time.

I concentrated on Nick's cock. Alternating moving my fist fast and then slow up and down his shaft. Nick was beginning to whimper, which made us more determined to continue.

After twenty minutes of torture Nick began to babble and beg. Finally I wet one of my fingers and slipped it into Nick's butt hole. His eyes snapped wide open and he quickly drew in his breath as his body arched. Several bursts of cum shot from his cock and landed on his chest. He closed his eyes and whispered for us to please stop. A few seconds later he was out cold.

We cleaned him up and put his clothes back on, except his shoes. We laid him on the couch and covered him with a blanket. We then turned off the video camera.

The next morning Nick woke up with a slight headache. "What happened last night," he asked, looking around at Tony, Wade and me. "I think I got drunk, but I can't remember too much."

"Ah, you passed out early, you light weight," I laughed. "You can't handle your liquor yet. Give it some time."

Nick nodded as he sat up and hunted around for his shoes. He had no clue that he had been drugged, or that he would be drugged several more times before his vacation was over.

END

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