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Josh's Summer Job 14
The following morning Billy's phone rang. It was Josh's mother again. She seemed somewhat concerned. Josh hadn't been home, that didn't bother her, but he hadn't called and that was unusual. She'd tried his cell phone, but it was still off. Billy had little to tell her, but promised he'd have Josh call if he heard from him. He called Danny and picked him up on the way to Jamie's, but Josh was nowhere to be found.
The truck was still parked in the back lot of the high school. They searched it carefully. Josh's calendar was in the pocket of his shirt. A small address book was clipped to it. The calendar detailed the fixed appointments, the address book held a broad number of customers and friends. By cross referencing the two they slowly began to see the differences between clients and customers.
"Look here," Billy said. "He's got Mr. Clark down for lawn service twice a week all summer."
"Yeah so, Officer Clark is anal about his lawn?" Danny said.
"Clark's yard is no bigger than ours. He's got Clark down for a two hour appointment twice a week, and our yard is only an hour, and then we're on call. You've seen him work, he doesn't dawdle."
"So how's that help?"
"I don't know, at least we can figure out who his special clients are, maybe he went to one of them?"
"And if he did what then? We knock on the door and ask, `Hi, we were wondering if Josh was here fucking you?' That'll work."
"There are some names that are crossed out."
"Okay, so people move, and hire different companies, what's that prove?"
The different notations weren't the only thing he noticed. There were notations on the calendar for billing. He noticed that his family paid a lower rate than many of Josh's customers.
The room was pitch dark. Josh grunted in time with the machine that pounded his wide splayed ass. He had no idea how long he'd been here. His entire body ached. Sweat dripped from every pour and he was exhausted. The lights blazed to life. Voices, voices filled the room. They broke through the haze created by the persistent pulsing vibration ravaging his frame. A man in leather chaps appeared before him. A fat cock dangled between his thighs.
"He's a beauty, where'd ya find him."
The machine was removed. Even that simple act made Josh's body quiver. The hose was employed to wash away the crust of slime that covered his legs and the pommel horse. The welts on his back and ass still ached. It would be a week before his anus would recover from the pounding it received.
"That is a perfect ass."
"Help yourself. It's why I called ya."
The chaps moved up and smeared his greasy cock across Josh's face.
"Better be careful, he's not as well trained as he once was, he may bite."
"You won't bite me will ya pretty boy."
Josh accepted the offered cock. As he did a tongue slithered across his balls and up into his crack. It delved into his gaping hole.
"I'm sorry Billy."
"Jman, I wish you wouldn't ream `em so with that damn machine. We ain't all hung like you ya know."
"We can fix that."
The man he serviced had grabbed his hair and was beginning to fuck his face. His cock was thick, but of average length. He could manage the fat mushroom head popping in and out of this throat so long as he could focus. There was chuckling behind him.
"What the fuck is that."
"Made molds from all the attachments for the machine."
"I'm sorry Billy"
Something cold touched Josh's ass. The sensation broke his concentration and he gagged.
"Yeah baby, take it." The man fucking his face growled.
The cold sensation moved into his gaping anus. The ice made the tortured flesh shrink and tighten. It hurt just as much as when it was forced open, and the welts of the beatings he'd taken ached as his muscles clenched.
Around the room the monitors played a variety of video; they all featured Josh. Josh at twelve, Josh at thirteen, at the beach, playing in the yard, being yelled at, spanked, restrained, strapped to the pommel horse, in the sling, tied to the wall. An X shaped cross constructed of two by tens was bolted to the wall in front of the pommel horse.
He was tied to the cross. Thick ropes coiled tightly around his arms, legs and torso. A heavy weight hung from his balls and clamps were applied to his tits. A thick metal butt plug was shoved into his greasy hole. Wires trailed away from it and were attached to a set of batteries. The electrical current coursed through his gut forcing his ass to clamp tight around the intrusion. His limp cock was slid into a thick Plexiglas tube. A rubber collar on the device was pressed firmly into his hairless groin. The vacuum pump was engaged as his sizable endowment thickened and stretched until it pushed the tube away from his groin breaking the vacuum.
`We're gonna need the big sleeve for this bitch.'
`He's hung like you Jay. Gonna be a major league stud some day.'
`Let him off the wall and he'll show ya some day.'
They employed the vacuum pump until his cock reached monumental dimensions, and the festivities began. The boy's long thick pole was to be the focal point; the purpose to make him cum, keep him hard, extend orgasm. They licked and sucked and teased his aching cock. He'd no sooner fill one mouth with his adolescent spunk than another hungry cocksucker would stoop to continue the process. He raved, and groaned and begged for respite. They tortured him with pleasure, and when that no longer worked, they bound his genitals with cords and wires, slapping it, buffing it, grinding it until he raved incoherently. Occasionally he'd pass out, and they'd revive him with salts or the hose. Tears and sweat blurred his vision. He no longer focused on the noise around him. Not the taunts of his tormentors or his own incoherent cries and pleading.
"Who's next?" A hairy middle aged man panted as he pulled free of Josh's sopping ass.
The sound brought Josh to his senses. They'd fucked him with the ice sculpture until it melted away, and applied a metal butt plug hooked to electrodes to finish tightening his overworked hole. Once the process was complete they drew numbers and fucked him in turn. A river of cum oozed from his hole over his balls to streak his legs and the pommel horse. One of the old queens was slurping at the cum cocktail that poured from him.
"Everybody get a chance to breed this pig?"
"I'm sorry Billy"
It had been his mantra through the endless haze of sex and torture that had encompassed him since arriving. They dragged him from the pommel horse. The icy pinpricks of the pressure hose cleared his vision and restored some semblance of reason. He was rinsed inside and out. They stuffed him into a small cage in the corner. There was room enough for him to sit with his knees drawn up. He remembered the cage being larger. Food and water were delivered. He gargled and spat, then wolfed the steaming bowl of food which proved to be very spicy. He gulped the water knowing it would do little to ease the fire and then fell into and uneasy sleep. The throbbing between his legs woke him. He was painfully erect, and understood immediately what had happened. The two old queens in the group sat watching. They smiled when he woke.
"Jay said we could have you for a bit," said the heavy set man.
"So we've decided to give you a choice, so long as you don't tell Jay."
Josh didn't say a word, but watched them warily.
"You'll be a good boy won't you?" Harold said dangling the key to his cage.
Josh nodded. They set him free. He stood and stretched for what felt like the first time in days.
"He's magnificent." The fat man cooed running a hand over Josh's torso.
"What do you want?"
"To fuck."
"Fine how do you want me?" Josh said his eyes projecting a sorrow that they both perceived.
"No, no, no dear boy, fuck us." Harold said feeling naughty.
"In the sling." The fat man added.
Josh grimaced as Harold stroked his aching cock. The fat man used a chair to mount the sling. The leather and beams groaned under his weight. Harold led Josh to him and greased his partner's hole.
"No holding back now. We can see the man you are behind those gorgeous blue eyes."
Josh grunted as the friction from the fat man's blubbery butt and tight hole increased the pain in his tender cock. He grabbed the chains from which the sling hung and pulled it toward him as he stiffened his hips and presented his drug induced hardon. The fat man grunted as the hard meat entered him.
Harold took the opportunity to caress Josh's highly defined frame. The stress, physical demands, and dehydration had combined to leave his long lean frame defined to levels rarely seen. He traced the welts that marked his muscled back and ribs and caressed the boy's flexing ass. Once Josh was firmly in place he labored, slowly mastering his pain. The effort brought relief. Moving freely, his aching joints and muscle began to relax into the practiced motion. His mind settled, the semblance of control fed his recovery. He reared back and began delivering a brutal fucking. The sling swung wildly, the chains and leather creaking and rattling as he hammered into their occupant. The fat man grunted his approval.
"That what you want?" Josh grinned viciously.
He set his rhythm to meet the fat man's swinging ass, pounding relentlessly into the gaping aperture. Harold grinned as the young man he'd helped to demean seemed to be taking his revenge. He grew bolder and more determined.
"He's a stud," the fat man cried. "It's so big, bigger than Jay."
A fountain of cum shot up from between his chubby legs. Josh didn't seem to notice. He flailed into the clutching hole, his hips blurring, the sweat pouring down his powerful back.
"Don't use him up," Harold complained.
"Use me up?" Josh said pulling suddenly free of the fat man and turning on Harold.
The angry red cock swaying before him looked more like weapon than a pleasurable tool. He stalked Harold. Padding soft and sure until the man had backed into the pommel horse. Fear and passion confused the expression on Harold's face. Josh pressed him against the horse. He was a head taller than the man. His stiff cock pressed into the man's belly and chest.
"You scared Harold?"
"Yes."
"You should be."
Josh grabbed him beneath the arms and flipped him face down onto the pommel horse. He fisted his erection and jammed home into the little man. Harold grunted and squealed as the thick pole shot into him. Josh fucked him with wild abandon, his strength mounting, his body reveling in the movement, his libido once more in control. Orgasm came, Harold discharging a spray of cum unlike any he'd experienced in years. Josh stepped back allow him to slump to the floor. The fat man was still nearby jerking off. Josh strode to him and took hold of his thinning hair and presented his shit slick tool.
"Clean me faggot."
The fat man rushed to comply. He was a consummate cocksucker. Josh had known him for years. He sucked Josh prodigious endowment tip to root leaving it gleaming in a coat of saliva and reminding Josh what good head felt like. Exhaustion was catching up with him, he could feel the strength that the drug and situation had given him flagging. He lifted an iron bar that was used for restraint; two cuffs had been welded to its wide spread ends. He swung it testing its weight. Harold scuttled away looking for sanctuary. The fat man simply stroked faster as his eyes widened.
Josh swung the pole in a hard sideward stroke. It smashed the flywheel of the machine that had tormented him. Harold fled. The machine lay on its side on the floor. Josh swung the improvised cudgel until the device was a crumbled ruin. He turned to vent his anger on the electric fencing device to find his father, hands on hips, watching angrily from the doorway behind the cage.
"Put down the fuckin' bar and get back in your cage."
"Let me out or I'll split your skull."
"You don't have the balls."
"You should know," Josh said hurling the bar.
The man dove behind the door. The bar crushed the case of the fencing device. It flashed and sputtered raining sparks across the room. A deep buzz filled the space followed by the smell of ozone. The lights flickered, and several of the monitors flashed before the electricity flailed completely. Emergency lighting came on line.
"I'm gonna beat you `til you bleed." His father growled as he entered the room swinging a strap. Several shadows huddled in the doorway behind him.
"I've missed this." Josh said distinctly.
The man stopped. He drew several deep breaths slowly mastering his anger and stepped aside.
"You always cost more than you're worth." He hissed as Josh passed.
Getting out of his clothes gracefully was never difficult, getting back into them posed a far more difficult problem. Luckily Josh had been wearing little when he arrived. He slipped on his jeans and stepped into his sneakers. He handed Harold his sweat stained boxers, and turned to leave. The climb up these stairs was always a liberating experience. It was evening when he emerged into the air. He wasn't sure what day it was. His body and soul ached. He walked off into the shadows as he had arrived. The High School was close by, he hoped his truck was still there as he started on the lonely walk.