Ambush

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EBradley33@Excite.com Chapter 4 The Ambush

From the end of Chapter 3:

I heard something slicing though the air before the lash landed on my back. It took my breath away from surprise. It kept coming, up and down my back to my ass and then legs and back up again. Oddly, I didn't cry out. The next blow was HARD, the pain rippling not just through my body but through my soul as well! I bolted upright in bed, sweating profusely, breathing heavily. The threat and foreboding weighing upon me didn't end with this nightmare. What did this disturbing dream portend?

While my breathing was returning to normal, I thought, "Who introduced the bogus program in my software?" What was the origin of that nightmare? Something my subconscious had picked up on during the day? My mind trying to protect me against future risks? Did I actually want that kind of treatment? That snotty voice exclaimed, "That's just it Evan: you're spooked because you haven't your precious sense of control. Go with it-not only might you learn something, but you might enjoy not having to be in control all the time."

I couldn't go back to sleep, so I arose, ate breakfast, and started my day. But the nightmare left me uneasy and depressed way into Saturday evening. I worked out hard, hoping to escape any more bad dreams. Since I'd been thrown into wakefulness very early Saturday morning, I slept like a log Saturday night.

By Sunday, I was back in control of my feelings a little more. I'd figured out that the nightmare had to be a product of my mind, so nothing threatening existed out there. I couldn't figure out why my dream function made the two figures treat me so roughly. I had always thought when a man treated another man roughly, the former was communicating that the victim possessed no worth, had no value, and deserved no respect; he was there solely for the use of the abuser. Utter contempt was the message.

So what was the least I could say about this situation? A couple of guys sent me some hot sketches and a hotter letter that revealed details about them. They wanted to give me a buzz; they had succeeded. There was some kind of attraction on their part to me. That couldn't be unfriendly. I was certainly attracted by the sketches and the letter. They had not menaced me or really threatened me. Little Kenny had a protector and a damned handsome boyfriend in Robert-well I hoped they were boyfriends. In his company, Kenny was livelier and happier than I had ever seen him be. Robert seemed to value Kenny. That, too, had to be a good thing. Oh, well, I thought as I prepared to retire, "It's more than you knew a week ago."

.............

As students arrived, my classroom seemed to fill with Monday Gloom. What a ride: from Friday Fever to Monday Gloom. I quietly took roll, but when I realized that Jeremy Wilder was absent, I asked the class, "Where's Jeremy?" LaKeisha Green popped off, "Probably held up by his car." I looked puzzled.

"He drives this bucket of bolts," explained Greg Dunwoodie, "that's always breaking down. Sometimes he's late for that reason."

"Yeah," said Paul Hartford, "he pours all the money he earns in it, but it "nickle's and dime's" him to death. Antiphonal rejoinders arose from the students, all detailing the miseries wrought by Jeremy's car, but it all put me on edge because the tenor of some of the remarks were depreciating Jeremy as a person-just because he drove an old car that frequently caused him trouble.

Finally, Jarod Paine said, "The car's a loser, and he's a loser." Slight laughter rippled around the room.

I fixed Jarod with my steely blues; "Say something nice about Jeremy."

Jarod looked confused. "He is a loser," Jarod insisted.

I put more steele in my blues and lowered the volume of my voice: "You can do better." "Try again." I saw Jarod gulp. Then a look of defiance blazed in his eyes.

"He makes fun of you in class. That's good for a laugh." Some rather nervous laughter followed.

"That little bastard has brass balls," I thought to myself. But I burst out, "At last- someone has wit enough to appreciate the "Jer and Ev Show." More substantial laughter followed.

I turned to LaKeisha. "Say something nice about Jeremy."

She looked thoughtful. "He makes us laugh, gets us off to a good start in the morning."

I turned to Paul. "What can you add about Jeremy's positive qualities, Paul?"

"If I'm down, he picks me up," Paul said. I heard a murmur of agreement run around the room.

Turning to Greg Dunwoodie, I just raised my eyebrows. "Jeremy always seems interested in what I think about things," Greg observed.

Now it was time to play my Ace. I gazed at Susan Connolly. "What can you add, Susan?" All the students turned to Susan.

She looked thoughtful. "His family doesn't have much. I think life at home is hard. I think it isn't just problems with money. Some days it seems as if we are the best thing happening in his life. This would put anyone down. But as we all agree, he rises above it. If you really listen to him, you find out that he cares about us."

I addressed the class: "When you see Jeremy today, he will have had a bad time, he'll be feeling down. Would each of you who spoke to Jeremy's good qualities this morning find sometime today to tell him just what you said now? If you're shy, just walk up to him, say it, and then turn around and walk away."

"Why?" Jared challenged.

"To justify your existence," I replied. "To build a relationship, cement a bond, leave Jeremy better off than he was before you spoke to him," I spoke with increasing rapidity as though I were rattling off a memorized list. "Join the Good Guys. Be a decent person. Become a healer. Learn how to build a community and how that sense of community supports both you and others. These are good things, in case you are wondering." I paused, allowing the silence to weigh in just a bit. "You have many strengths, Jared- and a smart mouth to boot [soft giggles from the class and a slight smile from Jarod]. Convert all that into being a leader. Not everyone has those abilities, but you do. It will be one of the crimes of the century if you don't develop that role." I paused again, allowing a twinkle to enter my eyes and a small smile to move across my face. "If nothing else, Halsey's curse will fall upon you. The resulting torment will be great." More soft giggles. I allowed the ensuing silence to make its presence felt.

"Now that we are pointed toward community, let's talk about these introductory paragraphs that I am going to hand back." I fixed them all in a meaningful stare. "We can do better." They groaned.

Halfway through the period, Jeremy moped into the room quietly and took his seat. I should have sent him to the main office for a tardy slip, but I decided we'd pass on that formality; he'd had a hard enough day. After class, as Jeremy moved toward the door, I saw LaKeisha put her hand on Jeremy's elbow and say something softly to him. He looked startled. Then she moved out the door. I observed Paul moving up and speaking quietly to Jeremy. Then Jarod moved up and, putting his left hand on Jeremy's right shoulder, ushered Jeremy out of the room, muttering all the while. I nearly laughed out loud. The bewildered look on Jeremy's face was priceless. Those wonderful kids!

Quarterly grades were due in the main office tomorrow morning, so after classes I decided to bite the bullet by averaging grades and recording them on grade sheets before I trekked home. Then I'd be free of that hassle for another quarter.

I hated staying late at school not because I believed Michael Myers or the latest villain in slasher movies haunted the hallways. More because those hallways should be filled with noisy students. Instead, they stood eerily silent. Besides, I had taught long enough to have learned the hard way how quickly noble causes like education can eat you up and then burn you out. Staying too late at school was usually out of the question. But if I were honest, I would admit that the silence reproached me for having no real life. Better to be at home where creature comforts insulated me from truths too painful to acknowledge.

Three hours later, I flicked off the lights in my classroom, thinking only of arriving at home and having dinner. As I passed down the short, semi-dark hallway before reaching the long, hallway that would take me to the stairs going down to the first floor, I thought I heard a scraping noise ahead. Another teacher who was staying late?

As I slowed for the turn in the hallway, I looked ahead to see what might have caused the noise. Only shadowed doorways of open but empty classrooms met my eyes. I shrugged my shoulders, moving on down the hall. Halfway down, a sudden flurry of movement broke out behind me. An arm slid around my neck as a hand planted itself over my mouth. "What the hell," I thought. A mugging in the school?

I began trembling slightly, rather hating myself for suddenly betraying my emotions. A whisper near my ear sought to offer reassurance: "Don't be afraid; we don't want to hurt you, Evan. We just want to show you how much we like you."

My captor was obviously taller, for my head rested just under the mystery man's chin. The hand over my mouth was large, sinewy, hard. It felt like a broad, solid chest behind me. And I felt a hard knot in my captor's crotch pushing into the small of my back.

"My buddy's wanted to sink his hard cock into your cute little ass for a long time, so I'm just helping him out," the captor stated. "You're a lucky man cause my buddy's a terrific guy! Got a nice dick too. Here, let's go in this classroom; it has tables." He dragged me into the back of the room. Light from parking lot lamps entering the windows faintly illuminated that area of the room. I wasn't resisting much because I was so surprised. I would later realize that, uncharacteristically, thought initially shut down, leaving only feelings in its place.

Continuing his whispered instructions, I heard the tall one say, "Put the tape over his mouth." A hand moved into my field of vision, plastering the tape over my mouth as my captor's hand quickly moved off. The tall one's hand grasped the neck of my pullover, yanking it over my head. Another pair of hands shoved my hands together, binding them with rope. I was pushed up to a table and made to bend over it so that the upper half of my body lay flat. Suddenly hands pulled off my shoes and socks. Then the hands unfastened my belt and shoved down my slacks. Then my briefs. My hard cock pushed up, earning a whispered exclamation.

"Look at his cock. It's better than I expected." ("Gee, thanks!")

While my captor still held me down, I heard what had to be "undressing" noises behind me.

"Come over here, buddy, and hold him down while I get undressed," my captor ordered. I could discern that my second captor was shorter, but he was surprisingly strong. More sounds of undressing. "Okay, little buddy. I'll take over. You get to work."

The tall one first pressed down on my shoulders, but then he started running his hands up and down my back, not roughly, just enough to let me know he wanted me to feel good. His hands gave me goose bumps. Meanwhile, the shorter fellow had moved my legs apart, licking in long strokes up the inside of my legs. How cool the wet tongue tracks on my legs felt. Finally, he licked my balls. I couldn't help moaning.

"Hey, buddy, he likes it," exclaimed the tall one. He leaned over more, nibbling lightly across my shoulders, on the back of my neck, and down my back. "You liked the sketch of me, didn't you, Evan?" I was so confused I didn't answer. "Didn't you, Evan," came the question more insistently. I managed muffled "Um-hmm" through the tape.

"You can't imagine how turned on I got imagining your reaction when you saw the sketch. I knew you'd get hard. I didn't have any trouble keeping my dick up 'cuz it was for you. You helped my buddy out. In fact, you're probably responsible for our getting together."

The shorter one lay down on my back. The feel of his bush tickling my ass and his fat, hard cock filling my crack pushed another moan out of me. They leaned together above me for a long kiss. Breaking their kiss briefly, the tall one whispered, "Hey, Evan, wish you could get in on this." They kissed again, rubbing my back and shoulders. The short one slid his cock up and down my crack. Then he whispered, "Sometimes I think you get hard in class when I catch you looking at me. But you won't come out from behind your desk so that I can see. After one of our discussions, I had to slide my notebook over my lap because you made me hard. You cared about me. Major turn-on."

The shorter one moved off my back and knelt down behind me, nudging up into my crotch from behind, forcing my legs apart even more. His tongue laved my balls, and then my cock, stopping to lick at the head. Then he'd lick back down my cock to my balls and then up my perineum, retracing its route. Then his mouth got on my cock. Sweet! Something that was a cross between a moan and an exclamation came out of the tape over my mouth. Man, could this kid give head from the back! If he kept it up, I wasn't going to be long for the game.

Then he moved back, pulling my cheeks apart. He must have leaned over my ass, for I heard him breathe in deeply. Then it was his turn to moan.

"What is it, Little Buddy?

"You ought to smell this ass. It's spicy. It's a little sweaty too. What a turn-on."

The tall one ordered, "Hey, come up here and hold him. I want a smell of that before you get it all wet." Precum immediately squirted out of my dick. I had never done that before.

The big one stuck his nose into my ass crack aggressively. Lacking any control, I let out a muffled squeal. Then he was licking, then nibbling, and then sticking his tongue into my pucker. "Yeah, Little One, this pussy tastes great." I could tell by the flush of heat in my face that I was embarrassed. He began giving me love bites up the inside of my thighs onto my cheeks and into my crack. Pulling back, he commented, "I'm afraid we can't stay here all night. Better get out the lube and suit up."

As they exchanged places and I heard the shorter one setting out about those tasks, the tall one leaned over, asking "You hurting, Evan?"

I pushed an "Uhn-uh" through the tape over my mouth. "This isn't just for us, Evan; it's for you too. You have a nice cock," he said as he slid his hand under me, lightly squeezing and caressing my dick. "Nice ass too. I never made it with a man your age, but I'm loving it so far." Then he started licking the back of my neck and the tops of my shoulders. I couldn't help it-a shiver moved from my neck down to my toes. Wow!

I felt the short one move his cock up to my pucker. "I'm going to try not to hurt you, Mr. Halsey, but it will hurt a little at first." He began stroking up my legs and hips as he ever so slowly pushed his dick into me. It popped in with a sharp, spiking pain. A muffled cry sounded through the tape. He eased back a little.

The tall one leaned down to my ear, whispering "I wish I could take the tape off your mouth so that I could slide my hot, hard cock into your mouth. You'd like it, Evan. I'd teach you how a cock can make your mouth and throat feel as good as it does your ass. I'd coach you in linking the feeling in your ass with the feeling in your mouth. We'd make music. Maybe next time."

At this juncture, the smaller one hit bottom. The pain was ebbing, with a hot glow remaining. He slowly began pumping in and out of my ass. As a moan escaped his mouth, it seemed as though he couldn't quite control himself. Lying down on my back, hanging on tightly to my shoulders, he was speeding up. I suddenly clamped down on his cock with my ass muscles and pulled him down on me as my ass gyrated in a circle. Some combination of a gulp, moan, and gasp popped out of him.

"What's wrong, little fella'," the tall one asked.

"I . . . I think . . . I think he's milking me with his ass," he managed to get out. The tall one just chuckled.

"W-e-l-l, Evan knows how to use his ass after all."

I hadn't done many more turns before I felt my fucker's cock grow large and then stab into me as he bit my shoulder. I reared back, surprised, as cum shot out of me onto the floor. I hadn't known I was even close to an orgasm. The longest moan I have ever heard poured out of the little fella', accompanying the cum pouring into me. "Man, this is hot," I thought. He lay on my back gasping as the tall one moved his hands up and down the little one's shoulders. We lay that way for a minute before the tall one said, "Pull out, buddy; I want some of that pussy." I felt another flush move up my face, glad that they could not see it in the shadows.

The shorter one pulled his cock out slowly. I heard some soft sounds behind me. Then he was standing at my head, pushing down gently on my shoulders as I heard the tall one behind me. Other noises. He was probably putting on a condom. "No need for lube. I think my little buddy's cum will be great lube." I felt his cock move rather aggressively up against my hole. Then he pushed in just as aggressively. More pain, followed by a grunt. "Hey, Bud, sliding my dick into your warm cum is a rush!" When he hit bottom, he paused, leaning down to my ear. "You okay, buddy?"

Wow! I was a buddy too. A managed a muffled "Um-hmm."

"I want this to be good for you, Evan. Both my buddy and I do," he offered as he started pumping into me. I heard him licking his hands. Then he reached around in front of me and grabbed my hard cock with one wet hand and encircled my balls with the other. He used his own pumping action to pump my cock through his slick hand. "Hot, Evan? Does this fuck beat all your fantasies up to now?" It did.

The little one began nibbling across my shoulders as the tall one had done. That, added to the tall one's hand action, and his intensely pleasurable pumping was moving me rapidly to another orgasm. I clamped down on his cock. He couldn't help it, a moan escaping from his mouth. "You little, devil! Think your going to bring the master to his knees, huh?" he whispered. He lowered his ass down below my hole and began undulating up into me, causing my prostate to send bolts of pleasure through me. Now it was my turn to moan. He chuckled. Every third or fourth time, he would flatten himself up against my ass and pull my cock and balls back against him. He was increasing the total surface of his and my flesh touching. The pleasure made me shudder. He chuckled again.

The little one chuckled too, asking "Are you doing your Monster Pump?"

"Yeah. He loves it as much as you do," my fucker answered.

I felt his cock expanding. So I clamped down one more time, sliding my ass back and down, checkmating him with his own monster pump. I heard a gulp. Then he lunged into me, pumping my cock furiously and pulling down hard on my balls. The lunge produced a spiking pain deep inside my ass. I knew he was shooting his come in me. But he didn't stop jerking me off. I could feel it coming from the point of pain, spreading out in me. All of a sudden my back arched involuntarily and I shot again, nearly catapulting the tall one off my back. We kept moving for half a minute. The little one bent over and kissed his buddy. Then he bent to the side and kissed the tape over my mouth.

We were spent. But finally the tall one rose up and pulled out of me, stumbling just a bit as he stood up. He slapped my ass, laughed, and whispered, "You are one, sassy little piece of pussy, Evan."

I heard him dressing. Then he moved up to my head, taking the short one's place while he dressed. I heard him gathering up some things. Then the tall one knelt down into my field of vision. He was joined by the short one. It was the first time I had seen their faces, but there wasn't much to see. They had the bills of ball caps pulled down low over their faces, and bandanas covered the lower halves of their faces, making them look like bandits.

"That was a beautiful fuck, Evan. I think it was for you too," observed the tall one.

"Yeah," the smaller one whispered. "I usually get fucked, but if I was going to fuck someone, I wanted it to be you. I owe you a lot. I hope you think I paid you back some of it. I wearily shook my head up and down.

"You okay?" the tall one asked. Again, I shook my head. While he removed the rope from my hands, he whispered, "You like us, Evan, so you'll give us a little time to get out of here. We didn't hurt you; we would never do that. We showed you that you count with us. Please don't get us in trouble. You know it had to be this way, don't you?" I shook my head in the affirmative. "Are we tight, then?" he asked. Another affirmative head shake. The small one slowly peeled the tape off my mouth and pressed his soft warm lips to mine, running his tongue along my dry lips before moving back. I suddenly understood how good a first sip of water feels to a man driven crazy by thirst. Then the tall one moved his warm lips onto mine, slipping his tongue between my lips until it found mine. After a few seconds, he pulled back.

"We'll have special plans for you next time, Evan," he said.

(To be continued.)