CHAPTER 8
“Leave him the fuck alone!” raged Mark, still struggling to sit upright near the table. “Do what you want to me, but leave my brother alone. You’ve got no right!”
“Hear that, Jim. We don’t have any right.” Spinning and facing Mark, Mr. Larson snarled, “Let me give you a little education, kid. Right is determined entirely by who’s the strongest. Might makes right. It always has, it always will. Whoever’s strongest can do whatever the hell he wants. Look around you and tell me it isn’t so. All those pantywaists running the government are giving in to every two-bit dictator in the world. Some greaser dictator in South America snaps his fingers and we jump through a hoop. And who’s the strongest? Pah. It doesn’t do a damned bit of good unless you use that strength.”
“He’s right,” said Mr. Elliot. “And in this case, he and I are the strongest. And unlike the government, we don’t hesitate to use our might to do what we want. You are nothing. We hold all the cards in this little game. Don’t talk to me about not having any right.”
“Just because you’re stronger doesn’t mean you can make us do anything you want.”
“That’s not very logical—unless we’re meant to guess that you’d rather be sitting in the middle of a wood shop stark naked, in stocks, watching your brother get fucked. We do what we like, and that’s it, kid. I’m so sick of the school board telling me I have to mollycoddle you kids. You think you can run the whole damned school because some pointy-headed liberals run the board. You’re wrong. Dead wrong.”
At the last words, Heath cried even louder. He knew they were doomed, but hearing it said out loud was worse than just thinking it. It brought the whole thing a little closer.
“Want to make the kid fuck his brother again?”
“No, I don’t think that’s the right thing to do. He enjoyed it, and so did his brother. I wonder if the kid’s ever gotten into our hot little blond.”
“Now’s the time to give him the chance. But hell, just fucking him is no good. There’s got to be something more to it, otherwise it’ll be a vacation for them. These teenagers fuck all the time, you know.”
“Yeah, but not while he’s sitting in a pile of sawdust.” Mr. Elliot lifted Len up without appearing to strain himself at all and planted the boy’s naked ass in the middle of a pile of sawdust on the work table then pushed him over backwards.
“As soon as he starts wiggling around on that, it’ll cut into his butt and make him feel every stroke.”
Mr. Larson grinned evilly and hoisted Mark up to his feet.
“There he is, kid. Go to it. Fuck him until his ass is completely raw.”
Mark’s eyes got wide as he watched Len struggling around on the table, already itching and hurting from the sawdust under him.
“Get to it.”
Mr. Elliot shoved Mark between Len’s legs. Mark’s prick rested lightly a few inches from the tiny sawdust-covered hole. He tried to back away, but a calloused hand held him in position.
“I guess we’re going to have to make sure he does a good job. Shit, these kids aren’t the fuckers I thought they were. Where’s that strand of barbed wire?”
Mark tried to turn and get away, and found himself trapped. In a split second Mr. Elliot had the boy’s ankles tied together with the barbed wire. If Mark tried to escape, he’d cut himself on the barbs.
“Well, kid, don’t look at us. The sooner you fuck him, the sooner we take the hobbles off.”
“Len,” Mark said softly, “I’ve wanted to fuck you for a while now, but I didn’t want it to be like this. Honest.”
“I know, Mark,” Len answered. “And it’s all right. We’ll show them. Make it the best you can do. Let’s enjoy the hell out of it and show those stinking bastards.”
Mark moved a little closer and Len scooted to the edge of the table, a look of agony on his face. Still, he held his legs higher and spread them for the older boy, opened his butt-cheeks up.
“You ready?” Mark asked, bringing his cockhead nearer to the little pucker.
Len’s blond head nodded. Mark hunched forward and stabbed out with his prick. He groaned as the head of it missed and went skittering down the crack. The sawdust grated and made his prick raw and sensitive, but he knew he wasn’t feeling it the way Len was. With the boy’s ass being ground into the stuff, he had to be in almost constant pain.
Mark wiggled back into position and felt the head of his prick slip inside the ring. The heat came seething out of it and made him come alive all over. He loved how good-looking Len was. In other circumstances, just like in his jerk-off sessions, he could have fucked the boy forever. What bothered him now was that every time he drove his sawdust covered cock in, it hurt Len.
The sight of Len’s perfect body writhing kept Mark’s cock stiff though. Nobody could lose an erection with that spread out in front of him. Mark watched the vein in the boy’s neck beating with his heart, and he wanted badly to bend forward and kiss him.
The way they were fixed in the stocks prevented that, so Mark had to settle for licking the boy’s calves that were sticking up and resting on the front of Mark’s body. Len groaned and arched his back, driving himself all the way down onto Mark’s prick, and Mark suddenly found himself buried to the balls.
“Ummmm, Mark, you’re so big in me. I love it. Fuck me good. Let me have all of it.”
“But the sawdust. It’s chewing your ass up.”
“Fuck the sawdust. I want you to fuck my poor little hole. Give me all the cock I can take. Those bastards get their kicks watching us hurt. Make us both feel good. Damned goooooood.”
Mark could only do as the blond wanted.
The tight ring clutching at his cock. He wondered at Len’s muscle control.
Mark had gone with a girl once who had that kind of control—she could go all night and never get loose. She’d been a dancer, and it had hurt Mark a great deal when she dumped him for another guy.
Len’s hole made him forget all about past girlfriends and made him wish he’d switched to guys’ asses a long time ago. Even the boy’s stiff cock turned Mark on. Nothing existed in the world but Len’s body—the tight ring and the firm tanned legs against his belly and chest. Every so often the barbed wire cut into Mark, as a reminder that this wasn’t all fun and games. The two men who’d put them here were watching, laughing, telling them to fuck faster.
“Your dick feels so big,” Len moaned. “Fuck me good and make me forget all those guys.”
Mark looked down and felt something more than plain lust for the blond. Len was putting up with a lot just to get a prick in him. The least Mark could do was give him all the enjoyment he could. He’d have to fuck him the best he’d ever done, and do it under bad conditions. He wasn’t used to fucking with an audience. Exhibitionism wasn’t his thing.
And worse than that—his very own brother was being made to watch while he did it to his best friend.
Then all thought of the men went out of his mind, because Len’s ass-ring tightened around him.
He gasped, wondering if it was possible for the kid to pinch his prick off. He decided it wasn’t likely, and began the slow back-and-forth that the situation allowed.
“Ummm, yes, yes,” Len cried. “That’s it. But faster. Fuck me faster. I need it to take my mind off… everything.”
Mark knew Len was telling the truth. He could see the skin of the boy’s ass going redder and redder as he fucked. Every time he drilled in, Len slipped a little further back on the tabletop. The sawdust felt soft until it was rubbed into the skin—and then it was worse than salt. Millions of tiny splinters hunting out the most sensitive flesh he had. It was diabolical.
“Gonna go faster,” Mark said.
He began fucking with short, quick strokes. The friction of Mark’s cock against the velvety walls mounted fast. He felt the muscles working on him, squeezing down and then going slack, squeezing and slackening, over and over.
“Look at ‘em go,” said Mr. Elliot. “I wouldn’t have believed they could make it like that. Just goes to show how inventive these young fuckers are.”
Heath had to speak up.
“Why are you doing this to us? Can’t you get your kicks any other way? This is sick. Sick. Making people do—”
He never finished, because Mr. Larson came over and stuffed his limp prick into his mouth.
“If you can’t think of anything better to do with that mouth, then suck on it,” he commanded. “Use that wagging tongue to better advantage. And if you try to bite me, you’re going to regret it. So are they.”
Heath’s frightened eyes looked past the man’s body to where his brother was rapidly fucking Len.
He could see every detail of it. Mark’s long prick vanished into the sawdust-caked hole and then reappeared. Every time he rammed home, Len scooted a little further back on the table. The insidious sawdust was slowly chewing his ass to hamburger. If they kept it up much longer, the kid was going to be permanently disfigured.
The two men didn’t seem to have any objection to that. All they wanted was the feeling of power over the three of them. They commanded and were obeyed. They looked for nothing more than that.
“Suck on it, I said,” Larson commanded. “I like the feel of a hot little tongue all over the end of my pecker. Give me head.”
The words fell like lead weights on the boy in the stocks. He couldn’t disobey, not while his best friend and his brother were both under the man’s power.
Heath sucked.
This was new to him too. At first he thought it would be disgusting, and he found out different. By looking at Mark and imagining it was his brother’s prick in his mouth, he found inspiration.
His tongue worked all around the glans, then toyed with the little flap of skin hanging under the head. The man was moaning in pleasure now, so Heath knew he was doing something right. But Larson had told him to suck. So he applied a little suction, just to see how that would be greeted.
The prick throbbed under his tongue and began to stiffen.
He knew he was doing the right thing. Sucking until his cheeks went hollow, he gave the man the best head he could. Inexperience didn’t seem to matter much to the man, because his prick rose up like a phoenix out of the ashes until it was long and fully hard. The thing even throbbed and danced around inside Heath’s mouth.
Heath blinked and cocked his head a little so he could see his brother better.
Mark was still fucking Len with short, quick strokes meant to get him off fast. Len’s legs were tensed around Mark’s body, and the barbed wire had actually cut into Mark’s back.
Mark didn’t seem to notice. Heath guessed he was too worked up about having the blond’s hole wrapped all the way around his prick. And he would have been right.
Mark was panting loud now, his breath coming in harsh gusts. His cock was swelling against the tightness of the ring as he fucked fast and furious into it.
“I—I can’t hold it back any more. My balls are going to erupt.”
“Go on, Mark, go on and come,” Len cried out. “My ass is on fire now. I’ll be okay.”
Then Mark’s back arched and he drove in until he was balls deep, and his cock blasted out its creamy load into the boy.
Len gasped, then crushed Mark’s body with his legs. He held him tight the whole time Mark came. Then Len’s own body convulsed and his prick shot. He rocked and twisted and cried as it blasted out of him.
When he relaxed, he was crying openly.
“My ass. My poor ass.”
Mark turned a little and pulled away, and both of them looked at the spot on the table where Len’s butt had been resting.
Mixed in with the sawdust were equal measures of sweat and blood. The boy’s whole ass had been ripped and torn and shredded until it bled.
Seeing it, both men whooped out loud, laughing at the blond boy’s predicament. Heath wanted to comfort him, but all he could do was go on sucking Mr. Larson’s prick.
It was what the man had ordered, and Heath was in no position to stop until he was told to.
