CHAPTER 6
“I don’t think that much of watching those two fuck,” said Mr. Larson. “Kinda boring, if you ask me. I’d rather do it myself. That kid’s got one hell of a fine ass on him.”
“You were bored?” asked Mr. Elliot, surprised. “I enjoy watching the incest.”
He rolled the word around on his tongue as if it were a fine wine and he wanted to sample its fullness. He watched for the effect it had on Mark and Heath, then went on, “Of course, you might be right. It wasn’t as exciting as some little kid on kid action might be.”
“You think?” asked Mr. Larson, his eyes going bright and wicked. “Sure, let’s let the two of them go down on each other. I’ll bet they’d enjoy it. Let’s see how little boys do it to each other.”
He went and untied Mark from on top of Heath. The boy shuddered when the cool air of the room dried the come leaking out of him. The caked white jism made his leg feel sticky and unclean. He wished for nothing more than for lightning to strike the two men dead and let the three of them go on their way.
“We can tie them together if they don’t show enough energy at it,” Larson said, working himself up over the prospect of watching Heath and Len going at each other. He moved the redhead over and flipped him around until he lay directly on top of the blond.
For a moment Heath almost gagged when the man shoved his head down between Len’s legs. The stench of urine was so strong it took all his control to keep from puking. But that would have been even more degrading for Len, and Heath owed his friend something for the way he’d botched the rescue from the office.
“Go on, suck,” came the harsh command.
He felt Len’s tongue hesitantly explore him, and then begin to lick slowly along the whole length of his cock.
Heath shuddered at the warm, wet feeling. He knew there was a chance Len might have done it with other boys — there wasn’t much Len hadn’t done in the way of experimentation. Len was far more advanced sexually than Heath had ever hoped to be.
But whether he had or not, they were both in this together and they were going to have to perform for their sadistic masters. Nothing less than an actual performance would please the men. And they’d be able to tell if Heath tried to fake it.
As distasteful as it was, he put his tongue to his friend’s nuts.
Heath instantly regretted it. The tastes assaulting his tongue were horrible. Piss and burned hair were the two that made him gag. But he kept licking his friends nuts and cock, and soon the tangy, salty taste at the head of Len’s cock drove the other, less pleasant tastes away.
In fact, Heath discovered he really liked that taste. He burrowed his face into the other boy’s crotch, sucking his cute friend’s cock into his mouth, and went to work noisily. He might as well enjoy this, since neither of them was likely to live much past dawn. Mr. Elliot couldn’t afford to have two witnesses to his debauchery walking around.
Let’s go out in style, Heath thought, as his tongue worked the length of the shaft.
He nosed through the scorched, crinkled hair the torch had left and licked his way down to the root of it, then back up. The cock was actually timid and shaking against his tongue at first, and then it filled and stood up hard under the wet of his mouth. He guessed the torch might have singed it a bit more than was apparent. After all, that was the boy’s most sensitive piece. It would answer to pleasure and pain more than any other part of him.
He teased it up to full height, then spiraled his tongue around the head until he got the moan out of Len’s throat that he’d been working for. He knew the other boy was getting off on this as much as he was.
He licked away until he was sure every trace of char was gone. Then he teased the whole cock with the tip of his tongue. Len began thrashing around on the floor, fully aroused now.
Heath kept tormenting him with the tip of his tongue, and then dove down on the shaft as hard and fast as he could.
Heath felt Len’s whole body clamp down on him. He hadn’t thought the other boy would be this worked up. Len actually held still for a long moment with his cock wedged in Heath’s throat, and then relaxed. Heath gasped for air, and then began fack-fucking himself on the blond’s cock with all the strength he could summon up.
It made his jaws crack from the strain, but he kept it up until he was sure Len was going to come. This was all still new to him and he had to guess at the other boy’s reactions. He’d barely recognized his own come when Mr. Larson was butt-fucking him. The tenseness, the sudden lightning bolt ripping through his body — that had been the clue.
So he played the other boy’s cock like an instrument. He dragged his rough, pink tongue along the shaft just enough to get a loud sigh out of him, then took him all the way back down his throat. He enjoyed the way the loose skin moved as he worked it. Pressing his tongue against the big vein on the underside, he could even feel Len’s heart beating, far away and fast.
But most of all he enjoyed the feel of the other boy’s tongue on his own cock.
The jism that had caked and dried on his leg was quickly laved away by the rough, wet tongue probing every inch of him. Len didn’t miss a spot as he worked the insides of Heath’s thighs and then moved slowly in on the cock itself.
The sensations in Heath’s young, untried body were fantastic. Len knew all the right places — where to touch lightly, where to press hard, where to tease, where to go at it. After all, he was an experienced kid and knew what worked on himself. It was only right that he use that knowledge to give his friend the best suck-job he had.
“Ummmm, oh Len, it feels so good,” Heath moaned. “Your tongue feels so gooood on my poor little cock.”
He wanted more of it. Getting a prick shoved into him had been good, and he’d enjoyed it a lot when his brother had fucked him, but this was a different sensation altogether.
Heath couldn’t describe the way he felt. A light, tingly feeling seemed to leap and race along his nerves as Len’s tongue went at him in new and different ways. Len worked the length of him from tip to base and didn’t miss a spot.
The feathery touches against the head of his cock sent him soaring into a sexual wonderland he hadn’t thought existed. When the tongue roughly slid down the shaft and under, it licked away all the dried jism and slick that had accumulated down there from the last couple of hours of being fucked. The way Len even pursed his lips around the swollen head and sucked made Heath sure he was going to come at any instant.
Len wasn’t satisfied with sucking him. He began to mouth-fuck himself on Heath’s cock in slow, rhythmic strokes.
Heath gasped and tensed up. He could hardly control his rampaging emotions now. The feelings building in his trim young body were too much.
He came.
The flood of it was quickly sucked up by the other boy’s avid mouth. The tongue washed and licked and moved all over Heath’s cock, making sure it didn’t have a chance to go soft after it unloaded. This wasn’t the same kind of come Heath’d had when Mr. Larson butt-fucked him or when his brother had screwed him. The sensations seemed the same, but there was a subtle difference.
He knew it was his best friend with his mouth on him. That made all the difference.
Heath tried to control his body but it had a mind of its own. He was being handled by a single tongue — and he loved it.
“More, Len. Give me more.”
“Yeah,” came Mr. Elliot’s cold voice. “Give him all the mouth love you can. We enjoy watching this stuff.”
“I sure do,” added Mr. Larson. “What do you think? It sure looks like they’re enjoying the hell out of it.”
“These over-sexed kids would like it if a dog was doing the fucking. Know where we can get a dog to fuck their asses?”
The men laughed. For a moment Heath stiffened, afraid they might actually find a dog to come sniff around his ass and fuck it. Then he decided the hell with them. They’d do what they wanted with their captives. He was going to grab as much enjoyment as he could from this craziness.
After all, he’d been fucked for the first time only hours ago. He’d had his first come, been fucked up the ass, been fucked by his own brother, and was now being sucked by his best friend.
And he loved it. What difference did it make whose mouth was working on him, moving slowly, surely, working him toward another climax? He couldn’t tell the difference. It could as easily have been his brother’s tongue on him. Or the dog’s.
He knew he was getting more and more excited by it. That was all that could possibly matter. He was imprisoned in the stocks, head and hands locked so he couldn’t get away. Why not enjoy it?
Heath looked down and saw the wet, gleaming cock of his best friend, inches from his own mouth.
He’d been so wrapped up in his own pleasures that he’d been neglecting it. That wouldn’t do. He owed Len at least as much as he was getting.
The kid sucked the cock back into his mouth with a new gusto. He wanted to give pleasure now, and from the clues Len’s eager mouth was giving him, he thought he knew how. Heath wondered why he’d stayed ignorant of his own body for so many years. It had seemed almost sacrilegious to touch himself. Sure, he’d done it a few times when the pressure got too much, but those times had been few and far between.
If nothing else, he’d learned different from this forced encounter. He knew now what he’d been missing.
His only regrets were that he hadn’t been fucked a lot earlier — and that the first ones had been those crazy men instead of Mark or Len.
He knew Mark now for a kind and gentle person, and one hell of a fine stud. Mark’s prick moving inside him had been one of the finest things that had ever happened to him. He cared. He wanted Heath to have the best of it. And Heath guessed Mark was good enough in the sack to give it to him under most circumstances. But they’d been too hung up about sex to do anything before they were made to.
“Look at ‘em gobble those little cocks up,” said one of the men.
Heath didn’t even try to work out which one had said it. In his mind they were the same now.
“It’s making me damned horny. Shit, look at my prick. It’s bouncing around and feeling lonely. Left out in the cold, it is. I want to sink it into something nice and warm.”
“Mine’s about the same, Jim. What say we pick one of them and fuck him?”
“In a few minutes. I want to watch them suck each other. It turns me on even more than the other stuff.”
Heath felt mildly annoyed that they’d rather watch him eat Len’s than fuck him, but he pushed it from his mind. He was finding brand-new territory, and it seemed to excite Len more than anything else that had been done to him all night.
Heath dragged his tongue from the head of the cock back along the shaft, then down over the balls, and then along the strip of skin behind them until he got to the asshole.
He didn’t know what made him do this sick, perverted thing. He actually tried to stuff his tongue all the way up the other boy’s hole. At first the tightly puckered ring refused to give an inch. But he kept working at it until it began to loosen a little.
Then his tongue surged into Len’s guts.
He’d never put his tongue into such a tight, hot place before. He felt the powerful muscle clamping down around him. For a moment he almost gagged, and then he decided this was too much fun. He started running his tongue in and out of the other boy’s shit chute.
The way Len’s legs clamped down on the sides of his head and made him both deaf and blind told Heath he’d found the trigger. The boy rocked and bucked and groaned out his joy.
And Len’s mouth shot down Heath’s cock so fast that Heath felt the stirring of another come of his own.
Friction burned away what was left of the dried jizz on him. That mouth fucked up and down his cock, flying fast and furious. Heath smiled a little and returned the favor by tongue-fucking Len’s ass even harder.
The muscle relaxed a little more and he drove his tongue all the way in.
But a tongue in the ass wasn’t going to finish a boy, and Heath knew it. So he worked his mouth back up and around the other boy’s cock.
He sucked Len, rough and fast, in time with the other boy’s mouth.
Len drilled in and out of Heath’s mouth, and pumped his cock in his best friend’s throat until he couldn’t hold back anymore.
Len’s whole body came up off the floor as his jetted from his cock in thick spurts straight down Heath’s tight throat. After the first couple of blasts, Heath pulled back a little so some would pool in his mouth instead. He wanted to know what his friend’s jizz tasted like.
He loved it.
“Shit, man, I don’t believe it,” Heath heard, as soon as Len’s shrinking cock dropped from his mouth. “He actually stuffed his tongue all the way up the kid’s asshole. And here we thought he was some sort of naive virgin.”
“He was a virgin, I tell you. I had him first. I couldn’t mistake something like that.”
“Maybe he had an asshole transplant or something. They’re doing some freaky medical stuff these days.”
“Not that.”
Heath was perversely happy at the man’s words. Elliot couldn’t believe he’d never been fucked. He’d learned fast. He’d had to, being made to do things far beyond his years. Liking what he was doing helped — but his attitude of “to hell with them all” helped even more. He wanted to learn what he’d been missing all those years, and he was doing it.
He didn’t care for the stocks holding him prisoner, but everything else — except the rape — had been fun.
Sucking Len’s cock had been great. The taste of his friend’s jizz was still in Heath’s mouth and it still excited him more than he’d ever thought it would.
And being fucked by his own brother had been a lot of fun, and he was looking forward to doing it with Mark again, in more sedate settings.
Heath wondered, though, whether he’d live that long.
The two men were obviously set on killing all three of them once they’d had their fun. It was up to him to make sure their fun lasted as long as possible.
He shivered and rolled off Len, and stared up into Mr. Elliot’s erection bobbing over his face.
