He's going to a party. To provide "entertainment".

“Well…” Vincent started.

“We were heading to a party before we saw the yard sale.” Vincent began. “Maybe John could come with us?”

“I’m not seeing how a going to a party is going to make up for the mess John made.” Mrs. Doe said.

“Well while he’s there, he could provide some… entertainment.”

“Entertainment?”

“Entertainment?!” John spoke out in a panic.

“Yeah, we’ll take his little sign with us and hey he could even earn a little more for his goal.” Vincent explained.

“Woah, woah wait!” John pleaded. “Mom, I can’t go to a party. I…I have to stay here and man the yard sale.” John didn’t really want to stay out and humiliate himself more in his own front yard. But he was terrified of what these large muscular guys would do to him if they got him all to themselves. Better the devil you know.

“Hmm.” Mrs. Doe raised her eyebrow at her son and gave the idea some thought. “Actually I think it’s a great idea.” She said with a smile.

“But mom!” John tried to reason with his mother but she cut him off.

“Now don’t worry about the yard sale sweetie. I can take care of things here. Think of it as tackling the problem from two different directions. I promise all profits will go toward your goal and you can earn more money at this party the boys are talking about. And who knows, you might even have a little fun.”

“But mom I don’t,” John tried to plead again but was cut off when Vincent wrapped his arm around his shoulder.

“Thanks Mrs. Doe. I promise we’ll take good care of John while he’s gone.”

“Yeah,” Brad entered in wrapping his arm around John’s waist and cupping one of his ass cheeks. “And I promise we’ll all have a really good time.” Brad emphasized the last word as he squeezed John’s cheek.

“Have fun boys.” Mrs. Doe turned to return to the yard sale and before another word could come out his mouth John was manhandled toward Vincent’s car.

“Philip you’re driving man.” Vincent called out as he tossed his friend the keys. Brad sat back into the back seat of the car and John was pushed in alongside him. Vincent sat in the back as well squeezing John in between the two Jocks. Philip took up the driver seat, and after a moment drove off leaving John’s home and selling of all his possessions behind.

“Would, would you rather sit in the passenger seat?” John asked nervously as he shifted around. The back might have fit three normal sized folk. But Brad was as wide and beefy as a bull and Vincent was pure lean muscle. To just make all three of them fit, John had to be practically sitting on the two jocks laps.

“But its so comfy back here, Doe.” Vincent said as he wrapped his arm back around John and ran his finger against John’s skin.

“Yeah,” Brad shifted to reach his hand down between John's legs and grabbed his now soft 3.61 in. dick. “But we can get even more comfortable.” Brad began to play with John’s clock like a toy, shaking it, tugging it, and stroking it.

“Hey! Don’t,” John started to protest but Vincent pulled his face so they were looking each other in the eye.

“Doe, shut up. Let me spell this out for since you don’t seem to be getting it on your own. You are ours now. We’re not assholes, you’ll get your payments. But if I were you, I’d shut my mouth and enjoy the ride. Fuck, I can think of a couple of sluts at school who would kill to be in your position.” Vincent explained as he looked deep into John’s eyes. He let go of John’s face and John slumped back down in his seat.

“So what’s it’s going to be Doe?” Brad asked, having stopped tugging John’s cock. John looked down at his now half-hard cock. He didn’t have much of choice here. He was in the back of a car with two of the biggest and strongest guys in school. And even if he could get away he’d have to find a way back home while being buck ass naked. He looked over at Brad who had a wicked smirk on his face, and after a moment to collect himself, John spread his leg open placing his cock up for grabs.

“Just be gentle ok.” John tried to plead. Brad wrapped an arm around John’s waist and pulled him in closer before grabbing his half-erect cock and began stroking him again.

“Oh don’t worry Doe, I promise to take real good care of you.” Brad stroked John’s cock slowly at first. He’d run his thumb over the tip and rub the end and John couldn’t help but moan. Brad soon began to pick up the paste and started to pump John longer and harder. John tried to bite his lip to stop the sounds coming out of him. But Brad pulled him into his lap and started to lick at John’s neck.

“Come on Doe, I’m not doing this for you to keep quiet. I want to hear more of those pretty moans of yours.” Brad licked, kissed, and sucked at John’s neck and John finally let out the loudest moan yet. “Yeah that’s better.”

If he hadn’t been so distracted John would have noticed the car turn onto an old dirt road. The Road was bumpy which made the boys bounce up and down in the backseat. John was now bouncing on Brad’s lap, right on the pitched tent that had been made. The tent pressed between John’s cheeks, and between the light pressure on his entrance, the feeling on Brad’s lips on his skin, and the stroking of his cock John was a moaning mess. It must have been another ten minutes of going down this road, with bumping, licking, and stroking. Finally John leaned his head back as he came into Brad’s palm.

“Brad! Brad! Brad!” John screamed as he came in multiple spurts. He collapsed into Brad’s body and rested his head on the large beefy man’s shoulder.

“See Vince,” Brad smirked. “Told you I was good.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Vince rolled his eye. “Maybe I’ll let you jerk me off some time.”

“Hey Doe, you alright?” Brad asked. John lifted his head up, out of breath. Unable to even speak he just nodded and groaned. “Good, you got a mess to clean up.” Brad raised his palm to John’s face. His palm was still filled with John’s cum and John glanced at Brad before realizing what he had to do. John took his mouth to Brad’s palm and started to lick his cum up. As he licked Brad’s palm John could hear the bigger man praising him, calling him a good boy.

Finally, the car stopped, and Philip looked back from the driver’s seat and told the others they had arrived at their destination. John looked out the window to see where they were. He saw a large two-story house that looked more expensive than anything he could ever think of. He peered around and saw that the house was in the middle of woods, with nothing but trees as far as he could see.

“Where are we?” John asked

“This place belongs to Derek, another member of the football team.” Vincent explained, “His family is out of town so we’re using this place for a party for the team. And like I said, you’re the entertainment.”

“Wait, how many people are here?” John asked nervously thinking about how many people he was going to have to humiliate himself for.

“Relax Doe, it’s just the team. Although that’s still about twenty players.”

“Nineteen,” Philip said, “Marcus texted me, said he couldn’t make it. Apparently he got in trouble with his moms again.”

Nineteen, John thought to himself. Nineteen of the biggest, and strongest guys in school were waiting in that building. Did they even know he was coming like this? What did they plan to have him do? John remembered his sign, which was in the trunk of the car, and thought about the pictures and videos that no doubt would be made of him.

“Alright out you get.” Vincent said as Brad exited the car. John was pushed out of the car and he stood erect as he felt a cool breeze through his naked body. He also flinched as he stepped on a rock. The House had a driveway but it was filled with cars and John was walking barefoot on the unpaved ground around the house.

“Hey Philip, give our little body a lift.” Before John could say anything Philip lifted him up like it was nothing, and tossed him over the large man’s shoulder. John kicked his legs as he demanded to be let down. He was met witch a smack to his ass.

“You guys go on ahead, I gotta grab Doe’s sign.” Vincent order the other guys. They started walking toward the house and John could see Vincent open the trunk, before pulling out a marker from his jacket pocket.