The Woodshop Boys: Chapter Twelve9 minutes of an awesome read

CHAPTER 12

“I don’t believe you did it,” Mark said, looking at the fragments of the wood basket.

It had been ripped apart like a giant had taken it in both hands. “And God, the cuts on your legs.” The way he stroked up and down his brother’s thighs told Heath he had more in mind than just checking the damage.

Heath wished they had the time to explore their new thing. It was all so new to him. But he knew the men would be back soon, whether they caught Len or not. They couldn’t stand around here waiting. Worse—they couldn’t fuck.

“I guess you excited me more than you knew,” Heath said. “When your cock came sailing in and set me off, I felt like I was strong enough to do anything. Straightening my legs out seemed so simple. And the next thing I knew, I was sprawled full length on top of you. It was so good.”

“Yeah,” Mark said, remembering exactly how good it had been, fucking his brother. “But you’re right about us getting the hell out of here. Except I’m not satisfied with just doing that. I want more. I want revenge on those two.”

“Forget them, Mark,” Heath urged. “They won’t dare do anything to us if we just shut up. They can’t.”

“The hell they can’t,” Mark flared. “They did this, and we were pretty innocent about the whole thing. They can do anything they want to us unless we fight back.”

“Do you have any ideas?”

“One or two. Lemme see where they keep their supply of stocks. I’ve got the idea we’re not the first ones here, and we won’t be the last unless we stop them dead in their tracks.”

“Over here. In the closet.”

Heath shuddered when he saw the stack of wooden restraints piled in the little closet. It was obvious Mark had been right. More would follow unless they stopped Mr. Elliot right now.

But how?

“Where’s that length of lead pipe I saw around here? Good. And the rope. Get the rope and some nails.”

Heath watched in confusion as his brother nailed one end of the rope to the side of the door. He pulled it taut a couple of times so it sat just at ankle level, then hefted the pipe and smacked it across his hand for effect.

“I’m ready for those bastards. Let’s hope they don’t have Len with them. It’ll make this easier.”

But they did have Len.

The blond was struggling between them, biting and kicking and doing his best to get loose again. It was all for nothing. They were too strong for the fucked and battered kid.

“You cocksuckers! I’ll kill you for this!” Len yelled.

“Sure you will, sure you will,” said Mr. Larson. “After we fuck you a few more times. You’ve got one hell of a nice ass on you. Maybe we’ll decide to double you again after we get you back in a set of stocks. All good sex slaves ought to be tied up nice and tight.”

“You—” Len raged, uselessly.

Just as Mr. Larson crossed the threshold, Mark yanked the rope taut.

The man went down heavily, tripping over it. The lead pipe flashed out and landed with a dull thunk on the back of his head. He groaned once and collapsed on the floor.

Mark had thought Len’s being there would be a hindrance. He was wrong. If Len hadn’t started struggling and biting Mr. Elliot, the other man would have been on Mark in an instant. As it was, Elliot had his hands full of a clawing, punching wildcat. He turned to deal with it, and that was all Mark needed.

The pipe swung again and met the back of the principal’s head. He went down in a ragged heap.

Len kicked him as hard as he could, then made a face. “I think I broke my toes. But I’m glad.” He stepped back and kicked him hard with the other foot. “Now I’ve got a matched set. And I wish I was an octopus. I could kick that son of a bitch six more times.”

“What are you going to do, Mark?” Heath asked, anxious. He watched his brother drag the men into the room and lock stocks onto their heads and wrists. “You’re not just going to leave them like this, are you?”

“Hell no.”

But he didn’t say what he was doing. He stripped the clothes off both men in a hurry and then smiled wickedly. Using the rope still stretched across the doorway, he tied Mr. Elliot’s feet together under the table saw so the man’s ass was planted flat on the power feed. Then he turned to Mr. Larson.

The shop teacher soon had a thin nylon line fastened in a hangman’s noose around his balls. Mark ran the line over to the lathe and wrapped it tight around the massive metal head of the machine. He turned the lathe on and watched the line slowly reel in. The power in the machine was such that the tightening loop of nylon would soon cut clean through everything the man had.

And to add to their problems, Mark made sure both men were tied down exactly where they were.

Then he waited for them to come around.

“Wh—what’s going on?” muttered Mr. Elliot.

“This, sir,” said Heath, getting the idea.

He went to the saw and turned it on. The whirring blade sat inches from the man’s rear. Then he switched on the power feed that started walking him slowly into it. In less than five minutes, Elliot would be minus a cock.

“NO!” the man screamed. “This is inhuman. You can’t.”

“Shut up,” came Len’s cold voice. “I think it’s still too good for you. You’ll be a gelding, sure. But you ought to be dead.”

“A gelding. Ha, that’s a good one,” laughed Mr. Larson.

Then he worked out his own predicament. And when Len turned the lathe up and the nylon started drawing tight, the man went absolutely white.

“The two of you will get along great together,” Len told them. “A pair of eunuchs.”

“Let’s get out of here, you two,” Mark said. “We’ve got to find our clothes and split. I’ve still got a phone call to make.”

He put his arms around both of them and pulled them in close. He’d never felt this way about anybody, much less his own brother and his brother’s best friend.

He closed the door behind them as they left, so they wouldn’t have to listen to the screaming in the wood shop.

They got most of it anyway. The saw whined up into a higher pitch as it met something that wasn’t wood, and then there was a noise out of Mr. Elliot that didn’t sound human at all. The lathe just kept reeling, slow and patient, and Mr. Larson’s voice cracked apart into a long, thin wail that climbed and climbed and then stopped.

Then the two of them were quiet, and the machines went on running in the empty room behind the closed door.

“There,” Mark said, at the pay phone by the front office. He’d had to hunt for a dime in the pocket of his shorts. “That’s done. I called the cops. Anonymous, of course. Told them Elliot and Larson have been dealing dope. When they find that bag of shit in Elliot’s desk, it should send both those bastards up for a long time.”

“Yeah,” said Len, looking dreamy. “I guess they got what was coming to them. Still, it’s a shame.”

“A shame!” yelled Heath. “You can’t mean that.”

“Sure, Heath. Look at it this way. If it hadn’t been for those rotten pricks, we’d never have gotten together.”

Heath smiled and leaned into the circle of his brother’s arm.

He knew his blond friend was right. Without the forced sex, they might never have found out how good it was. Just the three of them.

In fact, he might never have found out about sex at all. Not fucking with his own loving brother. Not sucking his best friend’s cock. Those were things he wasn’t ever giving up.

Just thinking about it made him hornier than hell.

He let his hand drift down to Mark’s fly and ran the zipper down the track. His brother’s hard-on snapped out into the night air, thick and red and standing.

Mark was ready for him. Ready for both of them.

They were out behind the shop, on the grass, with the dark school standing over them. Heath got himself over his brother’s cock and sank down onto it, slow, and started to ride. It went in easy now. He was still loose and slick from everything that had been done to him, and the ring took it without a fight, and he closed his eyes and worked himself up and down on it, and it was better than anything the two men had ever managed between them.

Then he opened his eyes a little and saw Len squatting down over Mark’s face.

Mark’s tongue came out and licked the blond boy’s cock, just before Len pushed it into the older boy’s mouth. And Mark reached up and got both hands on the boy’s ass, working two fingers into the tight hole as he sucked.

Heath reached forward and put his hands on Len’s back. Len leaned back, careful to keep his cock in the older boy’s mouth, and moaned as his best friend kissed his neck and shoulders.

Heath loved kissing Len’s body, and he knew that the two of them were a team. Then he heard Mark’s mouth smacking on Len’s cock and realized that with the cocksucking and the older boy’s cock up his ass, there were three of them on the team.

From depravity had come bonds stronger than anything in the world.

They loved each other. They truly did. And Heath was determined to show his brother and Len exactly how much as often as possible.

He rode down harder on Mark’s cock, and behind them, in the school building, the lathe was still turning.