CHAPTER SEVEN: Of Abduction and Ass-Fucking
Finn kept his eyes on Gib’s dangling gold earring while the guy untied him. He let the hypnotic dangling of the earring calm his throbbing heart, his whirling mind. A sense of fear and excitement had him trembling. He couldn’t have spoken even if he’d tried. His throat was so dry he could hardly swallow.
As his legs came loose from their widespread position, he rubbed his inner thighs, which ached from the overstretching they’d received. Gib grabbed him around the waist and flipped him over as easily as if he were an infant. He was amazingly strong for being such a short kid. Then he yanked him up onto his hands and knees.
“Man oh man!” he muttered. “Hot stuff! Mmm, baby!”
Finn shivered when Gib suddenly spread his asscheeks and plunged his open mouth between them, his teeth biting into the sensitive flesh up and down his asscrack. Then his tongue slid into Finn’s ass like a warm eel.
Finn’s ass wiggled spontaneously, trying to suck more of his wriggling tongue up inside his shitter. His asshole throbbed, tingled, itched. He had set it on fire with his tongue and teeth.
Fuck me! Finn wanted to cry out. Fuck my ass! Shove your big hot prick up my shitter! But he couldn’t say such things with Brian and all the others watching him. Instead, all he could do was bite his lower lip and moan. He didn’t have to wait long, however, for Gib to do to him what he desired. Suddenly, he stopped eating out his asshole and began to grease it with the gob of ham fat.
Gib greased his entire asscrack, working the warm and half-melted fat up his asshole with his fingers.
Finn held his breath to keep from groaning with pleasure. He couldn’t let Brian know that he was enjoying this; it would be too cruel.
He looked over his shoulder and saw Gib greasing his long thick cock. His sweaty prick dripped pre-cum from its gaping piss-slit. His prick-knob resembled a shiny apple. His hard cockshaft gleamed, gnarled around with veins and dripping with ham fat.
Finn’s asshole contracted. He almost screamed, he was so hot to feel his big greasy cock fucking inside his ass. He was so horny now that he had to express his frustration somehow, so he said just the opposite of what he meant.
“Oh, don’t! Please don’t fuck my ass! It’ll kill me! Oh, don’t, don’t!”
“Leave him alone!” Brian commanded from across the room. “Please leave him alone!”
Gib turned toward Brian. “Shut your goddamn mouth, or I’ll shove my arm up his ass! And when I get done doing that, I’ll shove my leg up your ass!”
Finn watched Brian bite his lip and lower his head. For a moment, he felt more compassionate than horny, but then he saw Gib drop the gob of ham fat and aim his jerking cock at his asshole, and his body trembled through and through with desire. He arched his back, giving the biker the best possible view of his ass as he mounted.
The cockhead pulsated like a glowing coal against Finn’s asspucker. Gib clung to his hips with his slippery hands as he shoved.
Finn felt his asspucker begin to open, felt his big hot cock-knob sliding into his shitter.
He imagined the rubbery, elastic tissues of his asschute splitting from the stretch. But then the guy’s cock slipped inside his ass, his slippery prick-knob reaming out the tight chamber.
Finn let out a sigh of relief and pleasure. It felt so good—Gib’s big cock stuffing his asshole to near bursting, his hunk of cockmeat throbbing inside his ass to the hilt. Gib’s wiry pubic hairs tickling his asscrack. His asshole swirled with hot thrills.
Then Gib began to fuck. Finn’s eyes rolled back from the hot pleasure of the third greased cock to sliding in and out of his asshole that night. He arched his back and tossed his head. He felt his eyes roll back. It felt so good—so fucking good!
Gib paddled his ass as he fucked him. “Oh, his ass is tight, so fucking tight! Oh, yeah, man, tighter than that other queer! Ahhh!”
Gib dug his claws into Finn’s gyrating ass and hammered his cock in and out. His hard loins jolted Finn’s ass each time he thrust his cock in, and the boy’s teeth clicked together.
Finn’s tits flapped underneath him. He sucked in his gut, arched his back, and humped his ass hard. He loved the way Gib slammed him with his muscular belly, loved the vibrations in his bones each time he fucked into him.
He and Brian had never fucked this hard. He’d never imagined fucking this hard. He decided that if he and Brian got out of there alive, he was going to beg Brian fuck him as hard and fast and deep as he wanted to. He knew that his boyfriend held back sometimes because he was afraid that he’d hurt him.
Fuck meee! he screamed in his mind. Deeper! Harder! Fuck meeee!
He screamed for real when Ripper reached over and pinched his nipple. The man had been lying next to him so quietly that he’d forgotten about him. The man pinched his nipple and dug his dirty fingernail in.
“Climb over me, baby boy,” Ripper said. “Gib, you horny bastard, let me have some of that meat too.”
Gib cursed, but he suddenly yanked his cock out of Finn’s ass.
Finn gasped, feeling air rush up his open asshole before the pucker tightened shut. Gib yanked him by the hair until he was straddling Ripper’s loins.
Ripper’s enormous cock was as hard again as a lead pipe. As Gib raised Finn up by the hair, the big man bent his arm-long cock up to vertical, tickling the newly-closed pucker of his asshole with his cockhead. Then the younger biker released his hair, and he suddenly found himself sliding down Ripper’s cock, his ass swallowing up Ripper’s prickmeat easily until he felt his hot cockhead throbbing deep in his guts.
Ripper reached up, pinched Finn’s nipples again, drawing the boy down on top of him. Then Gib climbed behind him once more, and Finn realized what was happening.
He tensed. “Noooo!” He was stuffed so full of cock already that he knew he’d never be able to take Gib’s cock up his ass at the same time. He trembled so hard, he couldn’t even resist; he couldn’t even utter a decent protest.
Gib worked his finger into Finn’s already stretched ass-ring. Tears streamed down Finn’s face by the time Gib slipped his cock up his ass.
When he realized what had happened, he had a sudden fit of giggling. He felt stuffed. He felt stretched out, unbelievably stretched out. But he felt no pain. Instead, he felt numb inside. He lay between the two sweaty men, panting and laughing.
Ripper began to rock his hips and Gib began to hump. Their two enormous cocks began to fuck in and out of his ass. In an instant, as if somebody had pressed a button, the numbness in his fuckhole flared up into a fire of pleasure. The pleasure shot up his spine, shot down his legs and through his toes, shot through his arms and fingers. Even his tongue vibrated with the tingles zipping through it. He wriggled, his body slippery between the hot sweaty bodies of the two grunting men.
This was almost more than he could stand. Two huge cocks warring up his ass. Two hot bodies sandwiched him—sweaty bodies—with the dizzying musky scent of cum rising from them.
His ass was being scoured by the grinding, hairy groin of a wild grunting guy, his own cock was being squashed and rubbed by the flexing hot belly of one of the biggest, most muscular men he’d ever seen. If he felt any more stimulation, he knew he’d go crazy.
“Suck my cock, you horny little faggot!”
Finn gazed up to see the big red cockhead of the hairy fat cyclist. Bear worked the foreskin back and forth on his cock, hypnotizing Finn with it. The big man kneeled, almost straddling Ripper’s head while he shoved his throbbing hard cock at his mouth. His big cock smelled of cum and of Caden’s asshole, and it gleamed, all shiny and wet.
“Eat it!” Bear forced his cock into Finn’s mouth.
Finn gagged, his throat suddenly stuffed with uncut steaming cock. Bear was fucking his mouth before he had a chance to relax his throat muscles. He felt his big glossy prick-head popping in and out of its foreskin as he fucked into his throat.
At last, just when he knew he was about to pass out from all his choking, his throat relaxed, and Bear’s cock fucked in and out as easily as if his mouth had become an ass.
Now he was stuffed completely with cock. The only holes he had left were his ears and his nose, and cocks wouldn’t fit into those. He felt as if he’d become all cock. He and the three grunting men had melted into one heaving mass of naked flesh and hot pleasure.
He felt the thrills in every cell of his body now, and he wriggled, contracting the muscles of his ass, sucking hard with his throat and lips. He hungered for the cum of the three men, hungered for their cum up his ass and down his throat. He no longer cared about anything else but the pleasure of being manhandled and fucked like this. He had never felt more desired, more lusted after, more fucked.
Oh, fuck meeee! he screamed in his mind. Faster! Harder! Deeper! Grind! Fuck! Ram! Fuck! Shoot, shoot, shoot!
Gib sank his teeth into his neck from behind. He fell on him, squirming, his loins bucking uncontrollably. His cock flexed, jumped, twisted. Cum squirted out of his cock like hot water out of a hose.
Finn felt his asshole being scalded. Gib’s spit leaked down his neck as he gnawed it, grunting and groaning out his pleasure.
Ripper shot next, his enormous cock literally lifting the boy’s body as it flexed inside his ass. He felt the prick spurt, although his climax was nowhere near as forceful or profuse as was Gib’s. His cum seemed to bubble out of his cock.
As Gib and Ripper pumped their cum into Finn’s loins, he felt his own prick shoot between his and Ripper’s bellies. His eyes seemed to pop out of his skull. Had his mouth not been stuffed full of Bear’s uncircumcised fuck-machine, he would have wailed unashamedly. Instead of whining, he sank his teeth into the hard shaft of Bear’s bucking prick, sucking his cock with such force that it felt the big man’s cockhead to separate from its shaft.
Bear swore. “Christ!” His piss-slit gaped around the tip of his darting tongue, and his thick warm cum gushed out.
Finn savored the taste and smell of his jizz, then swallowed as fast as Bear could shoot it. Every cell of his body seemed to contract as his own cock seemed to shoot endlessly. He felt his legs and feet fluttering on the wood floor like the wings of a pinned butterfly. Cum flooding his ass, filled his mouth. He felt like he was drowning.
* * *
Finn woke up near the fireplace. The heat of the fire warmed his skin, and he could hear its hiss. His ass ached mildly, throbbing. He opened his eyes slowly, seeing everything through a blur for several seconds before he focused on the scene in the center of the room.
Gib stood, his hands filled with Caden’s brown hair, jerking the boy’s head while he pumped his cock in and out of the kid’s mouth. Caden kneeled, his arms dangling. Finn wondered whether he was even conscious.
Finn glanced around the cabin. Heath, the guy who’d been there with Ripper when the rest of them had arrived, still lay dozing in the corner, chained to the wall. To Finn’s right stood Billy, still tied up on one side of the fireplace, his cock erect and throbbing.
He glanced up behind him and to his left to find Brian. He still stood like Billy, his arms tied by the wrists over his head, his cock standing up nearly vertical, his balls rolling in their smooth pink sac. He gazed at Finn as if something had snapped in his head. He looked crazy, pleading.
“Are you all right?” Finn whispered to him.
“I can’t stand much more of this,” Brian whispered. “My balls—oh, Christ they hurt! My prick’s gonna break off!” He groaned like a helpless animal.
“What are you two jawing about?” Bear called from across the cabin.
He lay on some cushions that had been pulled off the old couch in the corner. The couch looked like it concealed a hideaway bed. Ripper lay nearby on a sleeping bag, apparently dozing.
Finn had thought that Bear was dozing too, but if he had been, he dozed with one ear open, and probably with one eye open, because he’d caught him and Brian whispering from all the way across the room.
Finn smiled at him and shrugged.
Bear raised up onto one elbow. “Don’t wise-ass me, faggot. No more talking—hear? Hey, you, get over there by Gib and that other guy, and eat that kid’s ass out while he’s blowing Gib. Hear me? Get over there and lick the fuck-juice out of that guy’s shithole. Move it now—hear me?”
Finn crawled on his hands and knees to the center of the room, wincing at the ache in his ass and in the muscles of his inner thighs. Being tied with his legs spread so wide, and being fucked simultaneously by two monstrous cocks, had stretched muscles he’d never used—at least he’d never used them that strenuously—and now he felt sore.
“Get that tongue out and lick,” Bear growled. “Lick that slut’s ass!”
As Caden knelt there, Gib’s big cock plunging in and out of his mouth, Finn, leaning forward on hands and knees, shoved his nose between his asscheeks. The guy’s asspucker nipped at the tip of his nose.
“Eat that ass!” Bear commanded. “Lick it out!”
“Suck my cock!” Gib growled at Caden. “Yeahhh!”
Finn could feel vibrations in Caden’s asshole as he eased his tongue inside it. The young guy’s asspucker, although stretched only a short time ago by Bear’s thick fuck-tool, tightened around Finn’s plunging tongue as if it hadn’t been fucked at all.
But Caden surely had been ass-fucked—the jism Finn was sucking out of his shitter was proof. Bear’s jism and Gib’s jism. Finn found it exciting to be sucking cum out of the boy’s asshole. He plunged his tongue in and out and sucked. Caden began to wiggle his ass.
Finn couldn’t believe how exciting this was.
His cock hardened and beat against his flat belly. His cock was responding to his ass-sucking in the same way that it responded to his sucking of Brian’s cock.
His entire ass and crotch throbbing suddenly with renewed lust. Getting between Caden’s legs, he sat back on his heels so he could use his hands to separate the boy’s asscheeks.
As he reached between Caden’s legs, Finn found Caden’s cock as hard as his own. Caden’s ass bucked and gyrated as if it were being fucked by a hot slippery cock.
Finn forced Caden’s asscheeks wide. He lapped up and down his asscrack, tasting every moist inch of it. Then he shoved his face down between Caden’s legs and licked the tight ball-sac hanging there.
Finn moved his face between the teen’s legs and began to lick and chew and suck at his pulsating cock. Cock-hairs caught between his teeth. He opened his mouth and impaled his face with the boy’s bobbing prick.
He was so horny that if he hadn’t been afraid of the biker’s reactions, he’d have plunged his prick into the boy’s ass.
Caden groaned around Gib’s throat-fucking cock. His cock seemed to become red-hot, then juices sprayed out of his prick-head.
Gib came next. Instead of shooting his cum down Caden’s throat, he pulled his cock out of the kid’s mouth, stood back away from the two guys, and spurted his jism onto their naked bodies. Finn felt hot jizz-wads pelting him like warm rain. He pulled his dripping face away from Caden’s crotch and let his mouth gape.
Gib stepped closer and shot a few cum-wads into his mouth before his orgasm subsided, and Finn milked the last drops of jism out of his softening cock.
Finn, out of his mind now with lust, not caring any more who was watching, crawled up Gib’s legs, his mouth wide, his tongue hanging out and salivating, and sucked Gib’s big rubbery prick into his mouth. He licked his cockhead, probed his piss-slit with the tip of his tongue, sucked gently, hoping to get just a few more drops of warm cum out of his cock.
Gib watched him for half a minute, then pushed him away.
“Get away, you vampire faggot! What you trying to do, suck my balls off?”
Across the room, Bear guffawed. “You’re learning, Gib. Feed them bitches more than they deserve, and you’ll end up ball-less and crawling. You better take yourself a rest, boy. We gotta split early, at the first sign of daylight, and we got a lot to do before we leave—take care of these wise-ass high school punks, for one.”
“What we gonna do with ‘em?” Gib asked. “I say we tie these little ones over the backs of our bikes and take ‘em along. They all got a lot of fuck left in ‘em.”
Bear chuckled. “Now, that’s one of the better ideas you’ve come with, boy. Maybe you ain’t so dumb as me and Ripper thought you was. Maybe you’ll make a Rider yet. Ain’t that right, Ripper?”
“Maybe,” Ripper said. He sat up and stretched. He hadn’t been as sound asleep as Finn had thought he was. “And what oughta we do with the big guys? Tell me that, Gib?”
Gib looked at Brian and Billy, thinking. A leer came over his face. “Skin ‘em and roast ‘em over the fire for breakfast.”
Bear and Ripper guffawed, holding their guts.
At last, Ripper said: “Maybe that’s a good idea. We’ll see.”
Brian and Billy glanced at each other, then lowered their heads as if resigned to their deaths in the morning. Finn sat there with his mouth open, unable to believe that the Riders would actually do what Gib had suggested. It’s all a joke, he told himself. They wouldn’t dare kill anybody. They just wouldn’t dare.
Gib marched over to the fireplace and snatched an iron rod off the floor near Brian’s feet. “Let’s brand the guys now,” he said, and he plunged the end of the rod into the sputtering coals.
“In the morning,” Ripper said. “I ain’t got the strength to go through with the branding ceremonies tonight.”
“Me neither,” Bear said. “Pull that rod outa there, Gib. We’ll brand ‘em in the morning.”
Gib stared into the fire as if hypnotized, rotating the brand end of the rod in the yellow and blue flames. “I’ll brand ‘em myself,” he muttered.
Ripper stood up, his heavy prick swinging. “Boy, you do like Bear says, or I’ll jam that hissing brand up your asshole.”
Gib yanked the brand out of the fire. He swung toward Ripper and stood up, aiming the glowing R of the brand at the tall man. His rib-cage heaved. He glared at Ripper for a long moment, then tossed the brand onto the stone apron of the fireplace.
Finn winced at the crash of metal against stone. He watched the glowing brand pulsate for a moment, then watched it flicker out. He let out his breath, aware that his heart was banging inside his chest.
“Good boy,” Ripper said. “Besides, you’ll enjoy the branding more when your balls fill up. Shit, boy, you’re all fucked out. Admit it. Your cock’s hanging like a nylon sock full of sand. You believe this, Bear? The kid’s got a soft cock.”
Bear shook his head. “First time I ever seen his prick like that. You sure he ain’t dead?”
Ripper turned back to Gib, grinning. “Tomorrow morning, when your balls is busting with fresh jizzy, and when you shove that hot cock of yours up one of these guys’ asses while he’s screaming under the brand—why, then you’ll be thanking me for making you wait.”
Gib smiled, squeezing his cock, a faraway look in his eyes. When he snapped out of his musing, he said: “I suppose we oughta tie up these two slutty queers, then.”
“Lock ‘em in the shed out back,” Ripper said. “No way they’re gonna bust outa that place. All of ‘em-lock ‘em up out back. That way, you won’t be mounting the boys all night long and keeping me and Bear here awake. Besides, I don’t like them other two bastards watching me while I’m sleeping. Makes me nervous.”
“All right,” Gib said. “But you two lazy asses are gonna help me.”
“Come on, Bear,” Ripper said. “Let’s give hot-nuts a hand.”
