CHAPTER 5
“I got turned on in a big way watching you fuck his butt, Mike,” said Mr. Elliot. “Look at me.”
His prick bucked long and hard and proud from his crotch. All the while he’d been watching, his hands had been busy on it — stroking, stimulating, getting himself hard again for another good fucking.
“You’re insatiable, man,” Mr. Larson said. “And I’m not. I’m beat. That ass of his literally dragged the last drop out of me. It’s going to be hours before I can screw again.”
“Hell if it is. Look at the kid over there. Just waiting for a real stud like you to fuck him.”
Mr. Elliot pointed at Len, still struggling against the wooden bonds and the rubber ball planted between his teeth.
“I bet he’s dying to have a long, thick prick like yours rammed all the way up his ass again.”
Mr. Larson looked the boy over, then stood and went to him.
Heath managed to turn and peer back over his shoulder in time to see what the man did. Larson took his limp prick, still oozing a bit of come, and wiggled it in Len’s face.
“You want this, huh? Do you, faggot? Answer me.”
Then he slapped him hard across the face. The sound of it echoed off the soundproofing. A deep red welt came up on the boy’s suddenly pale cheek.
Larson stroked his hand over the injured cheek and cooed, “Didn’t mean to hit you so hard. Let me make it well.”
He pulled Len down to his knees and rubbed the limp prick into his face. The thin trail of white jizz began tracking down the imprisoned boy’s cheek, and with the ball in his mouth and the ropes on him there was nothing he could do about it. They were treating him like a slut, making him do things he wouldn’t normally do, and then laughing at him.
Heath knew the same was in store for him the moment they got tired of the blond.
“Lookit that, he likes this,” Larson said. “I bet he’s got a real hot bush on him, don’t you think so, Jim? Come and check it out for me.”
Heath heard a rough snap, and then a hiss. He smelled burning gas, and managed to turn far enough to see Mr. Elliot holding a small propane bottle in his hands. The torch had been lit and the man turned the nozzle down until a wicked blue flame leaped off the end of the spout.
“This is sure to make him a burning hot bush, if he isn’t one already,” he said, malice in his voice.
He went to the bound and gagged boy and toppled him over onto his back. With his hands in stocks like the ones holding Heath, and his legs held wide apart by the two-by-four, Len was completely at the man’s mercy.
And mercy was something the man didn’t have.
He seemed to get more and more excited as the horror on the boy’s face grew, as Len worked out what was going to happen to him. Elliot began melting the tile on the floor between his legs, moving the leaping flame up slowly so the boy could see exactly where it was heading. In a few more inches the cutting flame would be licking at his balls.
“A hot bush, huh? I’m going to make sure you’re the hottest kid in this whole school. Look at him sweat, Mike. You think he’s hot enough yet?”
“Nah. Keep going.”
The other man was getting as much of a perverted sexual thrill out of this as the principal. Elliot moved the torch closer to the boy’s crotch. Len tried to scream, but the ball in his mouth let nothing out but a trapped animal whimpering. When the hair began to singe, the man actually laughed out loud.
“This is fun.”
Len’s sparse ball hair smoldered from the nearness of the flame. He struggled to get away from it and couldn’t, not bound the way he was. He had to let the man do it to him and couldn’t even cry out.
When the tiny flames began to dance along his pubic hair, Elliot moved the torch away and said to Mr. Larson, “Take care of the fire. You want him to put the fire out, don’t you, you dumb little faggot?”
The blond head bounced up and down vigorously.
It was apparent to Heath that Len was in horrible pain. A blister coming up on the inside of his thigh was only a small sign of what the man had done to him.
Mr. Larson towered over the boy and pulled out his limp prick, holding it in his hand.
“You want the fire out, don’t you? So there it goes.”
And he pissed on him.
When the fire was long out and there was nothing left of the blond hair but a smoldering ruin, he kept on pissing on him. He made a long, drawn-out, humiliating job of it. He pissed on the boy’s crotch and then splashed a hot yellow stream up over his chest. No matter which way Len turned his head, he couldn’t keep it from spattering into his face. And with the ball jammed between his teeth, he couldn’t even keep his mouth all the way closed against it.
Choking, the boy managed to roll over onto his side just as Larson finished.
Larson flicked off the last drip and said, “There, all out now. You can thank me later, when you get your voice back.”
Heath was sick to his stomach. He couldn’t believe men could be this depraved, and he was seeing it with his own eyes. They had tortured his best friend and then humiliated him in a way that might drive him to something worse than tears later. After being repeatedly fucked and abused, Heath knew Len was going to be thinking about putting an end to the whole thing.
The kid shuddered.
And then Heath realized, for the first time, that it wasn’t likely Mr. Larson and the principal were ever going to let them live.
Not with the charges the boys could bring against the two of them. One hysterical fucked kid might be discounted. Not two. And if they came forward, Heath was sure Stu and all the others Mr. Elliot had had in his office would be willing to testify.
The two men would be sent up for the rest of their lives. And if they weren’t, enough parents would come after them to make sure of a quick and messy end. The only course open to them was to kill the kids.
That didn’t perk up Heath’s flagging spirits any. He’d been had, and fucked twice, and humiliated, and forced to watch his best friend degraded utterly — and now he knew he was doomed. It no longer mattered what these two men did to him. He wasn’t going to come out of it alive to avenge himself.
“Where’s that other kid that was with him?” asked Mr. Elliot. “I think it might have been his brother.”
“The other one called him Mark,” said Mr. Larson. “I sent him off on a wild goose chase, but the kid’s probably smart enough to have worked it out by now. He’s had time to get back to your office. Want me to go get him?”
“Yeah. I think it would be damned interesting to see his brother fucking him. After all, he’s new at this game. We should keep it in the family as much as we can.”
Mr. Larson laughed evilly and left.
Heath had never felt sicker to his stomach than now. When Mr. Elliot came over and gently stroked his hair, he flinched away from him. The man didn’t seem to notice. He just kept stroking the boy’s red hair, slow, like he was gentling a horse.
“I think you and that stud brother of yours are going to make a hell of a fine pair,” he said. “Incest. You know the word, I suppose. Yeah. Seeing the two of you fucking would be a real kick.”
“Rot in hell, you slimy —“
He didn’t get to finish.
The man yanked back on the hair he’d been stroking so gently and the words died in Heath’s throat. Elliot put his face close to the boy’s and said, “Don’t make idle threats. Mike and I are the ones calling the shots around here. We’re just using you. Remember that. You’re here to give us pleasure, and nothing else.”
He let go of the head so fast that Heath’s forehead slammed into the table. He groaned and saw stars for a moment, and when he recovered enough to lift his head and look around the room, he saw Mark locked into still another set of the wooden stocks.
“He was too easy, Jim. Just grabbed him from behind and he practically knocked himself out for me. So you really want the stud here to fuck his own brother?”
The words registered on Mark’s dazed mind. He pulled himself upright in the bonds and blurted, “Go to hell! I won’t do it!”
“And how would you like us to cut your balls off with the band saw?” snapped Mr. Elliot. “We will if you don’t fuck him. Besides — are you telling me he doesn’t turn you on? Look at him.”
He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the kid’s head around to stare at his naked brother.
“Look at that body. Look at these little muscles. And that ass. Firm as a rock, isn’t it? And his hole is the tightest you’ll ever hope to fuck. Don’t tell me he doesn’t turn you on.”
“Maybe the kid’s cock doesn’t work,” said Mr. Larson.
“No way. Look at his prick. It’s getting hard. Here, lemme open his fly for him, since his hands seem to be occupied.”
The man reached over and ran down Mark’s zipper and let the long, hard prick flip out into the dim light of the shop.
Both men laughed at Mark until he flushed a bright red. The kid stammered, “I — I don’t want to do this, bro. Honest. But you’re so cute and I’ve wondered about fucking you for a long time now.”
“Listen to him confess his fantasies,” Elliot said. “Sure, kid, we’ll let you ball your brother. Get him into position between those legs. There. Now all you’ve got to do is screw your brother cross-eyed. It’s what you both want.”
Heath was flat on his back and Mark’s cock wasn’t going to get into him with both of them tied the way they were. It took Larson about a minute to haul Heath upright, strap his legs to a sawhorse and bend him over it. That put his ass in the air for his brother, who was tied down on top of him.
Then Mr. Elliot reached between their bodies and Heath felt the man’s hand close on Mark’s cock and guide it to the hole. When he stuffed the rigid prick into him, Heath gasped.
“That’s right, kid, enjoy it all the way. Your big brother’s going to give you the fucking of your life. Go to it, or you’ll be sorry you didn’t obey us.”
The command was too harsh for either of them to doubt that he meant it. Heath bounced up and down a few times until Mark’s cock was lodged firmly inside him. Then he sighed and closed his eyes and resigned himself to his fate.
“Go on,” he told his big brother. “Let’s get it over with.”
“It’s not my idea, Heath. Believe me, I wouldn’t be doing this if they weren’t making me.”
Heath opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder at his brother for the first time. He was just inches away. Mark’s chest was pressed against Heath’s back and Mark’s cock prodding firmly into him, the whole thing was almost a joke.
Heath said, “Look, Mark. I’ve… I’ve always thought you were really good looking.”
“Really?” Mark said, stunned.
“Sure. You’re so big and strong, and why shouldn’t anybody want to know what it’s like fucking you? Don’t worry. I know you wouldn’t do this on your own — but since it’s happening, let’s show those sons of bitches a thing or two. Let’s enjoy the hell out of it.”
“I’m with you.”
The prick in Heath’s ass snapped up to even stiffer attention. Then Mark leaned forward and sent his cock surging up into his little brother. The going was rocky at first — the hole was sore and tight and still loaded from the two men who’d already been in it — and then Heath shuddered once, shut his eyes, and pretended he was the one seducing his brother.
It was one of his favorite fantasies.
His own cock began to drool. And when Mark’s prick pushed far into him the second time, it slid easy.
Heath felt his brother’s hard nipples and little bit of chest hair rub against his back and he got even more turned on.
Mark whispered, “You don’t know the times I watched you in the shower and wanted to get in with you. Wanted to fuck you. Wanted to stick that cute little ass. My own brother.”
Mark’s prick was rigid as an iron rod now, and he fucked his little brother with slow, deliberate strokes meant to turn him on in a big way.
It did. And Heath’s mind went to work on him, and he excited himself even more thinking about what he’d once planned to do to Mark. He was going to wait until Mark was already in bed. He didn’t know if his brother slept raw or not, but in the fantasy he did. He’d sneak into the room around two in the morning and pull the covers back and expose his limp, naked prick.
Then he’d go to work. His lips would close over the very tip of it and he’d suck and play with it until Mark was hard. Then he’d climb into the bed and wrap his arms around his big brother and keep kissing that thick rod of flesh. Still half asleep, Mark would mutter something, and Heath would kiss his lips, and Mark would kiss him back and let him sleep there every night.
His fantasy would have gone a lot farther if he’d known boys could do this…
Just what they were doing now.
Heath turned his head and half opened his eyes and looked at his brother’s face. Mark was frightened, the same as Heath was. But it was plain he was enjoying it more than either of them had thought possible. The cock drilled into him, steady. He felt the thick knobby head plunge all the way up into his tight little fuck tunnel.
“More, Mark. Give me more of that sweet fucking cock of yours. I love the way it feels inside me.”
The words coming out of his own mouth shocked him. He didn’t talk like that. He was a good boy. But strangely, just saying those things got him hotter than anything else could. He wanted the prick now. He wanted Mark to fuck him until it rubbed his tonsils.
“Anything for my baby brother,” Mark whispered hotly in his ear.
His tongue lanced out and touched the rim of Heath’s ear. That brief touch was electric. The boy’s whole body responded, and he started doing things with his own body that he only half understood.
Mark gasped at the feel of the hole working on his prick. Heath was tensing and relaxing the ring in exactly the right way to give him one hell of a massage. It felt to Mark as if fingers had gripped the whole length of his cock and refused to let go.
Whenever he drove into the hot, wet tunnel, Heath was relaxed. Then the tightness would creep in and squeeze down on him, hard. No matter how hard Mark tried to pull out, he was thwarted. The ring was too strong for him. But pull he did, and soon the mixture of the two men’s cum and Mark’s precum made Mark’s cock too slippery to hang onto.
He slid most of the way out, the head still inside him. Then he slammed back in. Back and forth he fucked, using all the strength of his body to drive the battering ram of his cock as deep as it would go.
Tied to the sawhorse the way they were, it was impossible to get much leverage. But this odd, forced fucking wasn’t the way they’d have wanted it anyway. They managed to get each other hot with their words of encouragement and with the way their bodies answered each other’s.
Then Mark started a corkscrewing motion that drove Heath crazy. And Heath squeezed down on the prick harder than anybody ever had.
The novelty of fucking his own brother, plus the fact that Mark had been hornier than hell to begin with, took its toll. The feel of Heath’s hard body tied to his helped finish him.
Mark’s prick erupted its fiery stream of jism into the greedy hole.
It was as if a mouth had fastened on the end of his cock as he came. The ring sucked him dry of every last drop locked up in his aching balls, and even when his prick began to melt and dribble out of the boy, Heath kept up the treatment. The hole seemed reluctant to let him go. But when his cock shrank down so small that Heath could no longer hang onto it, he slipped free in a flow of come.
“Goddamn, I don’t believe the two of them fucked like that,” said Larson, who’d come back in. “It was like they were longtime lovers or something.”
“You know how these sex-crazed kids are,” said Mr. Elliot. “All the time thinking about it. Maybe they liked the idea of brother fucking brother. Maybe they’d thought about it and been too chickenshit to ever do it. Is that it?”
He prodded Mark in the ass with the toe of his shoe. The kid didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy staring into the gray depths of his brother’s eyes.
The love he read there more than outstripped any of the hate coming off the two men.
