CHAPTER 7
“Damn, but you made me horny,” Mr. Elliot said again, peering down at Heath. “What magic have you got, kid, to make my prick get ready to fuck again so fast?”
“He’s a witch,” observed Mr. Larson. “Or maybe just a bitch. I can’t believe he’d really never taken a cock before all this started. I think you lied to me to make me jealous.”
“He was a goddamn, fuckable virgin, I tell you. What the hell does it matter? We’ve got him again, right? So let’s use him. Both of us at the same time.”
Mr. Larson licked his lips as he looked at the boy’s prone body. He couldn’t believe anybody could be this damned attractive.
Heath’s chest was rising and falling quickly, making his face flush. That was part of it. But only part.
The kid had a trim, flat belly with a deep navel in the middle of it. Larson wanted to run his tongue all the way down it, and then further. The fine corn-silk hair on the boy’s stomach thickened into a thin thatch at his crotch.
And the boy’s overworked cock lay on top of it.
It was impossible to believe any kid who did what he’d just done with his mouth had been a virgin. And the way he and his brother had gone at each other didn’t say virgin either.
Still — the evidence pointed to his naive behavior. And he hadn’t been used to getting a long, hard fuck stick up the ass. Larson would swear to that.
He stroked his prick a few more times, remembering what it had been like to butt-fuck him. Heaven. Sheer heaven, and he wanted to do it again.
“Both at the same time?” he asked, in a voice that carried his eagerness to his friend. “I like the idea. How’s it work?”
“One of us gets in first and stays put. The other one spits on his prick and works in alongside him. Once he’s opened up, there’s room for two — you’d be surprised.”
“It doesn’t matter to me. After all, he’s tied up in those goddamned stocks. He’s not going anywhere. It’s incredibly that we’re the only ones who got a piece of that action.”
“Just us and his big brother,” the man said, grinning lewdly at the captive kid. “You like me better than your brother, kid?”
“Go to hell,” was all Heath said.
“Such language,” Mr. Elliot observed. “I think we’re going to have to teach him good.”
“Leave him alone!” yelled Mark, struggling to sit up in his stocks. They’d fastened him firmly to the table leg and he was hard pressed to move at all in that position.
“My, my. Listen to big brother wanting to protect baby brother. Should we let him join in too? Maybe the kid can suck him off while we’re fucking him together.”
“Nah, too complicated. Besides, I want to do this standing up. No way of getting his prick to the boy’s mouth. He’s not that big.”
“He’s just better than you two are,” said Heath, in a quiet, penetrating voice. “He’s a lot better man than either of you will ever be.”
“We’re gonna have to show him how wrong he is. Up you go, kid.”
Mr. Elliot pulled Heath to a standing position.
“Now just cooperate with us and spread those fine legs of yours. Yeah, just like that. You could be a pro, you learn so fast.”
“I know a lot of guys who’d pay big money to get the chance to fuck him,” said Larson. “Hell, we could shave him and make him look even younger. He doesn’t fuck like a kid, but that’d be part of the thrill. We could make a fucking fortune.”
“I’d rather keep him for myself,” said Mr. Elliot. “I’m greedy. I’ve got all the money I need, but not all the ass I can use.”
“Keep those legs spread wide,” ordered Mr. Larson, running his hands along the insides of Heath’s thighs.
Heath shuddered at the touch. It was as if a slimy thing were crawling up toward his crotch. But he kept from shivering too much, even though he was still completely naked in the air-conditioned room. The warmth creeping into his belly from between his legs kept him poised on the brink in a way he didn’t understand.
Larson stroked across the smooth curves of his ass. Heath imagined he could still feel the heat from the paddle. The way his ass felt was so amazing that he wanted to be fucked. The thought repelled him, but he still wanted that huge, purple-knobbed cock driven all the way up into him.
The man’s hands gripped down hard as he pulled the boy forward. Heath staggered a little, then gasped as Larson moved under him. The hands on his behind kept him from dodging to either side. When the man straightened his legs, his prick shot upward and hunted the boy’s asshole like a heat-seeking missile.
“God — oh sweet Jesus God, you’re too biiiig!” Heath groaned.
He wanted to reach down and shove the man away, but with his hands and head in the crude wooden stocks he couldn’t. He had to endure the feel of the thick head driving into him.
The blunted head poked and prodded, then wiggled its way in. Heath thought he might faint at the entry. Larson was a lot bigger than Elliot. He knew the man would rip him apart when he shoved. But he was young and the ring stretched to take it. And, in spite of himself, his prick got rock-hard. His excitement mounted as the big, meaty prick pulsed violently inside him.
“Please,” he pleaded with the men, “don’t do this to me. You’ll hurt me baaaaad! I — aaaaa-ieeeeeee!”
He would have fainted if it had been possible. The pain as Mr. Elliot drove his prick against the ring kept him from passing out. And he couldn’t hope to avoid that probing cock, not with Larson fucking him and the stocks holding his head and arms stationary. He could only stand there, legs spread wide, and take whatever punishment the man wanted to give him.
Heath knew he was going to die. That was all there was to it.
Elliot spat twice into his own palm and slicked it down his prick, then spat again and pushed two fingers into the boy’s asshole alongside Larson’s cock, working them around, opening the stretched ring up wider. Heath sobbed. The bulging head of the man’s swollen prick plunged in and took him completely by surprise. Elliot’s hands had pulled the cheeks of his ass apart, sure, and Heath had thought he was only surveying the damage. He hadn’t expected such a quick fucking.
Elliot drove directly against the puckered ring and didn’t slow down as he surged all the way in.
One second Heath had one cock in him and nothing else. The next, two pricks were inside his ass, pressed up hard against each other, and there was no room left over for anything — not air, not thought, not even the pain he’d expected.
The pain pulled a red curtain over his eyes. He moaned and twisted and tried to get away from the punishment being meted out to him. It wasn’t possible. He was their captive, their sex slave, and he’d have to do whatever they wanted.
“I didn’t think it would be this good,” muttered Mr. Larson. “Christ, I can feel your prick against mine.”
“Yeah, I can feel yours too. It’s dancing around like it’s got a hot foot.”
“Might as well have. Shit, he’s hot inside. And the way he grips down on a guy is enough to make me want to shoot my wad right now. I feel like some teenaged kid getting his first piece of ass. But I can hang on for a while. He’s not that good.”
Heath moaned softly, wondering when he was going to die of this double fucking. It had better be soon, because he wasn’t sure he could take much more. The way his ring screamed in agony, he knew it would do him in quickly. Bending forward a little and shoving his ass backwards relieved some of it — but it also drove both pricks all the way up into his guts.
“Like it, I like it a hell of a lot!” Mr. Elliot cried. “He wants me to really fuck his ass. Look at the way he’s moving.”
“Yeah, he’s letting my prick slip out. I don’t like that one little bit.”
“Let’s work together on this. I’ll pull out as you fuck into him. Then as you’re pulling out, I’ll fuck him but good. That should give the kid a first-rate sex education.”
“Go to it, man. I can’t hold out too long in this seething pit.”
Mr. Elliot began to pull his prick out of the boy.
Heath hadn’t really understood what the men were saying. His head throbbed and his temples boomed like drums to the tempo of his pulse. All he understood was that the pain in his ass was going away as the man pulled out. When only the thick head of Elliot’s prick remained in his guts even though the circle of his ring was still stretched, he sobbed out, “Thank you — you for doing — aieeeeeee!”
Mr. Larson straightened his legs and shot his prick all the way up into the boy.
The smucking noise as the cock surged in filled the room. Then Larson laughed and twisted from side to side to work himself around inside the boy, and then pulled out slowly.
Heath thought he would lose his mind.
The pain in his well-fucked ass went on. The huge cocks were like pistons in a well-oiled channel.
And Heath felt like dying.
He didn’t get one instant to rest. The battering ram of cocks slamming his back door slowed as the men found a rhythm. He felt the stretched ring giving, and the pain wasn’t as intense. He could bear this — a little. When the entire length of each prick topped out, he breathed out. And then in as they slid past each other.
It wasn’t as bad inside as it had been when they’d started. And he’d discovered that if he bent forward slightly and shoved his ass back a little, the pain died almost entirely. He hated playing along with the men while they both raped his ass, but minimizing the pain was all the kid could think about.
They wouldn’t leave him alone for an instant. One of them was inside him at all times, always moving, always coming or going.
He wanted to cry, to moan, to tell them to go fuck each other, anything. But the words were tangled up in his throat. All he could do was ride the tide.
Even his own prick seemed to conspire against him. As his heart hammered faster, it filled his prick with blood and made it stand up hard, and when it scraped against Mr. Larson’s shirt front he thought it’d be pulled off his body.
Everything worked against him. He hurt all over, and the fucking that should have been a pleasure hurt — bad. The agony of being beaten and fucked had hadn’t died out yet. He was stiff and sore from the stocks. And his ass. It burned as if a million fire ants had moved in. The double fucking was taking its toll on his stamina. Soon he’d collapse and never be able to get up.
But the men didn’t care. They were using him as a fuck-toy. He was nothing more than a convenient receptacle to stuff their pricks into. The men’s cocks reamed out over and over — loving the feel of the fresh young body enclosing them. And the curves of Heath’s ass filled them with joy.
“Leave me alone! Stop it! Stop it!” Heath bellowed, tears running down his face.
He wanted to wipe them away and couldn’t. His wrists were chafed raw against the wood and the ring around his neck was actually choking him now. It was probably more psychological than anything, but he knew he was a prisoner, and totally at these men’s mercy. No matter how he struggled he couldn’t avoid them and their driving, probing cocks.
“The kid wants us to stop. I don’t want to stop. Do you, Jim?”
“Jesus H. Christ. What a thing to say. The way his ass is gripping down, I don’t think he wants us to leave. The way he’s hanging onto my pecker says just about the opposite.”
“Yeah,” said Larson. “I’ve heard about that. A kid who’s getting fucked will say just the opposite of what he really wants. Sounds screwy to me, but that’s the way it looks. Let’s really fuck him good.”
“Now.”
Heath might have passed out from the pain then. He never knew afterward, because the next thing he knew, both men were poling hard and fast into him at the same time. The thick, punishing cocks threatened to really rip him apart. The tunnel was stretched to its maximum and he still felt filled to overflowing.
They drove in together and he could feel them meet and grind against each other inside him.
He wondered what kind of sick thrill the men got out of this. Their cocks touching. It was mutual, both of them feeling it, both of them using him to feel it.
Their whole effort went into the fucking. They panted harshly, and Heath could feel their hot breath on his back and on his neck.
He closed his eyes and tried to flow with the pleasure and ignore the pain. It wasn’t easy, but he finally managed it. He seemed to reach a sort of numbness all through his body that let him pick the pleasure out and leave the agony behind.
Tiny fingers of sensation worked him over. They teased and pulled at him until he was panting as hard as either man. His cock begged for attention, and he tried to reach down and touch it, and couldn’t. His hands were too firmly locked.
But the way Larson’s pubic hair ground against the underside of his cock was enough of a thrill. He concentrated on the thick, swollen prick driving into him, and on how it felt to be full of two. The pleasure mounted. The cocks burned their way up the whole length of him and made the walls of him quiver with the friction.
He came — shooting a stream of jizz between his smooth body and the hairy one pressing against his front. In the next instance the cocks in his ass pistoned again and he shot out a second stream. The hurt had just about gone, leaving only the thrill of having two big pricks shoved up his behind. All his nerves sang the same tune.
After the third shot, his body just convulsed every time the cocks changed places. He’d already cum so much that day that he was going off like a machine gun with no more bullets left in it.
His shuddering body took its toll on the men. The ring clamped down hard on both cocks at once. When he felt the thick goo of one of the men’s jism searing the walls of him. And almost immediately after than he felt the other one’s come come flooding in on top of it, felt the man’s balls tighten up against his own and the big cock jumping inside him.
When both pricks finally fell out of him, Heath collapsed between them, exhausted.
He didn’t think he’d ever be able to fuck again. His hole ached. His cock felt hurt. His wrists burned. And his head pounded unmercifully.
Never had the kid felt so miserable.
“That was some fuck,” said Mr. Elliot.
“Yeah. I just wish I could do it some more,” said Mr. Larson. “We can always watch —“
Heath started crying.
They weren’t going to leave him alone. Ever.
