On going saga of the Kinky Adventures of Neil and Craig
Hello again everyone,
Had some readers wanting to know what Neil and Craig did on their way to Toronto, Canada. Also thanks for the great emails, comments, and suggestions.
This is what all Nifty Authors delight in readers wanting their stories to continue. let me know what you likes/dislikes. Again thanks heaps.
Disclaimer: This story contains teen and preteen boys exploring, experimenting and some full blown gay sex. If you know your not suppose to be reading this... In short BYE!
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Where we left off in chapter one...
"Damn that was close." Craig huffed slowing down after running their asses off to the town line.
"You got that right." Neil sighed slumping to the ground catching his breath. A half hour passed and the boys started looking for another ride.
An hour later a van stopped an gave them a lift to the interstate. Darkness set in. It was getting cool. The teens found a old blanket by the bridge.
They gathered some wood to make a fire to stay warm. Neil shivered and Craig rubbed his back then pulled his bud into a hug.
"Damn your getting me to chub." Neil grinned leaning back so he friend could see the bulge in his Levi's.
"Bet ya I can get it full on hard." Craig smiled back. He moved around and in one smooth motion yanked Neil's pants down to his ankles.
"Get on with it then." Neil commanded with a laugh aiming his cock to Craig's face kneeling in front of him.
"Hmmmmmm" was the only sound Craig made trying his best to get his lover hard and juices flowing.
"Yeah that's the way." Neil mewed taking a firm hold of Craig's head.
"Gurgle" Craig's eyes went wide as piss gushed into his mouth and down his throat. It was pay back time. Neil held his head tight for a minute before pulling out and turned to finish emptying his bladder.
"What the fuck Neil?" Craig said coughing and spitting from the taste of piss.
"Here have apple and some water. That ought to get rid of the piss." Neil snickered.
It was then they heard a scream some where deep in the woods. A definite cry for help.
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Now for Chaper Two...
It was all he knew. As far back as Nige could remember. That wonderful taste.
When there was no breast milk to feed from he drank from another source.
It soon was the only nourishment he would have for some time. There was food later on.
This though was his main drink. Thick, rich, creamy, and life giving. He thrived on it. And there was plenty. Twenty to Thirty boys to please. Although he did not realize it was for their pleasure they lined up for him to drink from their creamy spickets.
He needed it to live. Some years later, he also learned to take them another way. This brought him as much pleasure as the boys who did it. Soon he was in high demand. The older boys fought over him. As he grew older it was his place to teach the younger ones what he learned. By the age of twelve he was The Rent Boy. Others had been bought and sold. Not this one. No, he was priceless to the owners of the hall.
Suddenly one night, he was taken from his bed. Gagged and hooded, he and five others were smuggled out of the hall, village, then country. He smelled fumes then blacked out. He woke with the need to urinate. No longer was he gagged or bound. It was pitch dark. What ever he was in was moving. There were others around him. Some were out. Some like him in dear need to relieve themselves there were holes in the floor. This is how they took care of business.
Laying face down each in turn pissed through the holes. He found there were eight boys with him. He later found that nome were older then fourteen. Also, none spoke the same language. Spain, Germany, Congo, Iraq, Vietnam, Russia, France, China, and Ireland. Their captors were shrewd. However, what they did not know that these boys had another way to communicate. Their hands. By the sounds they now knew it was a truck they were inside of. It bumped along and times moved slow.
This meant they were on a back road of some kind. The nine boys did not know where they were going or why. They figured this would be their only chace to excape. They started running from one side or the truck to the other. The truck began to rock and weive. In the end the truck pitched, tipped, and rolled off the side of the road. It slid down an embankment. There was a gigantic splash.
All nine boys ended up in a heap together on one side of the truck. The back door broke open. Water started flowing in. The boys rushed out the opening. Now they could see in the moon light. One boy's arm was broken. He cried out.
The others helped him out of the river. It didn't seem like the driver or anyone else got out. They were left to fend for themselves. the boy with the broken arm screamed in pain. Some time later the group saw flash lights coming through the woods. Should they hide of call for help?
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"Hello!" Neil yelled. "Is anyone hurt?" Craig called out. They heard another shriek, then a muffled whimper. It's ok we're here to help. IT was then they heard voice in broken English "Polease help. Boy hurt bad."
"What the fuck?" Craig said in disbelief "Where are you? Show yourself"
They scanned the area with their flashlights. Just over the edge of the clearing they could see hands waving beckoning them to come closer. When the two reach the edge they find 9 naked boys. One asked urgently "You help us?"
Eight boys brought the hurt one up to the level ground.
"Gee's that looks bad" Craig said. pointing to the boys arm. In the light anyone could see the forearm was broken. The cold water so far had kept the swelling down.
Neil took action. Craig take one of these guys and find two short straight sticks.
He then shrugged off his back pack and got out his first aid kit. Using his boy scout first aid knowledge he had the others lay the hurt boy on his jacket.
he had one of the others open up Craig's backpack to hand out clothes for the others to wear. Craig returned with the two sticks. Neil had him hold them on the boys forearm while he wrapped the ace bandage around it. He took one of his t-shirts and made a sling. six of the nine boys were clothed. That left the one hurt and two others still naked. No more boxers for these guys? Neil asked his bud. Shit dude we traveled light. Two of them are going commando as it is. Well we cando that too Neil said dropping his shorts with Craig following suit. They handed over their shorts to the two naked boys. Only four of the eleven boys had foot wear. Slowly they made their way up to the main road. Up at the road Neil sent Craig and two others to flag down a car or truck to stop.
"Thanks much" the red haired Irish boy with the broken arm croaked out looking up at Neil. "You're welcome... Wait, you're not the one who called out to us"
"No twas I" Nige the Vietnamese boy raised his hand. "Thinks others not know Englis."
"Hey guys" Craig yelled "We got a guy to stop. Bring red over here so we can get him to a doctor."
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"The truck sunk. Cargo gone" Ivan spoke his cryptic message into the pay phone half mile down from where the accident occurred. "What? Unbelievable! Get here as soon as you can." Came from the reply. Ivan was about to hang up when the voice said Wait... Not to worry cargo found. Get here quick. The line went dead.
"Whoa YES!" Ivan thrust his fist into the air. "Be glad to get out of these fucking wet clothes." He figured he had five miles to go. Hopefully someone would take pity on a soaked young man and give him a lift. It had taken four months to collect all these boys. Between his handsome looks platinum blond hair ice blue eyes, chiseled 5'10" build and fluent in several languages He worked the arcades and streets in six different countries to get these boys.
One special item took a break into a brothel. That took three weeks to case and huge nads to pull it off. All in all it went smoothly. Shopping list complete.
All they had to do is smuggle their cache into Canada. Now it was home free.
Wonder if Rake made it out ok He thought as he walked along side the rode hoping for a ride. Rake was the driver of the truck when it plunged into the river. The two had worked together for two years. It would be a damn shame if he lost his friend and bed companion. How many kids had they picked up between the two? Ivan had lost count. Shit he didn't care He had all kinds of money this batch would put his tally some where around five mil. Their boss paid them well.
Now that the cargo has been located He was once again a happy guy. It still puzzled him as to what caused Rake to loose control. They had driven that road many times without a problem. No matter the sooner he got to the base the sooner he'd get his take. That is, once the cargo was sold.
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"You sure that's them?" The voice on the cell phone said. One of the 2 that flagged me down fits the discription items I came to collect. Frank Myres replyed. Yup there's another one. Red hair in over sized boxers looks to have a broken arm. "Still interested in damaged goods. Hell yes fine looking kid even in this bad lighting. I'm sure I can set. But, I want a discount for any other I have to doctor besides this one.
"You got it. Now get them in here pronto." The call ended.
"I can't believe my luck" Frank muttered as the three boys walked up to his car.
He slid the folder under the seat then opened the door for the boys.
"Thanks mister" Craig said with a smile. "Can't tell you how good it is for you to help us. Can we get him to the hospital right away? he added as the two got into the back seat.
"This is your lucky night guys. you see I'm Dr. Myers a pediatrition.
We'll go to my office and I can set this young mans arm there.
"Wow! Super Doc. Oh I'm Craig, That's James my step brother next to you and this is Carlos a exchange student from Mexico." Yeah it was a lie as thick as anything but Craig was on a roll. How many stories had he and Neil cooked up while on the run? Who cared long as they worked he was getting good at making them sound real.
"You boys are kind of dressed down way out here this time of night."
Frank said as they drove down the road.
"Camping out" James added to Craig yarn.
"Yeah we were hot and jumped in the river to cool off. That's how my bro broke his arm. Craig kept building to it.
"You boys should know better that river isn't the cleanest to begin with.
Sounds like a tetnus shot is in order." Frank said. Shit! he better give all three a once over. Damn if any of this batch got sick there'd be hell to pay.
Now how to get the others...
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We do what now? Nige asked Neil.
First things first. Neil countered. Who are you and why were you in the river? "Were taken. Excaped" Nige fumbled with his limited English. Using his hands he pantimimed how they got the truck to go into the river.
So you were kidnaped? From where? Several of the boys spoke in foren words that Neil didn't understand except for the 13 year old german boy. Neil's grandfather was german who taught him once a week. Erin was his name. Lelik the Russian boy of 14 years eyes lit up. He knew some German. Mechelle the 15 year old french boy had no clue what was being said till Nige explained things to him.
This was another good thing why Nige was such a high price rent boy. He quickly learned to speak several tongues which pleased his master and the well paying clients.
Last three were 12 year old Iraqi Furoke, Lin 13 from China, and Congo Kema 14.
All were good looking. Even breath taking. Neil could see why they were chosen.
After an hour the boys related how a handsome white haired boy had tricked them into going with him. Eating a good meal that for some it had been days since they had any food at all. This to them was like a feast. Ah soon the drug within took it's toll in the end the nine boys found themselves in the back of the truck. All their clothes and belongings taken.
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Before this night, over a week ago, Erin found he and Kema paired up.
Stark contrast these two were. Fair skinned, shoulder length blond hair, blue eyed, 13 sexual awakening body laying next to black as coal skin and hair, brown eyed man boy. Erin had been the first to wake. His gaze took in the slender body next to him. His breath caught looking at the huge morning wood standing at attention.
Had to be a good eight inches. Like most inquisitive boys Erin had to touch it.
So hard yet silky soft. A mere couple strokes it stated leaking a river of sweet honey. Erin well knew what it was. His uncle had made him suck his and his cousin's every chance they had. Not that he minded. It was better then the beatings he got if he refused. That is what he ran from.
Cold, hungry, sleeping in dumpsters where he fought rats for left over food.
A man and boy with white hair took him in on the pretense of a meal shower and probably a long night of having his body ravaged. IT'd be worth it full belly and warm place to sleep. The two took him to heights he never had known with his cousins or uncle. His lum had never been sucked. He lost count the number times he shot off. Once while his hole was plowed he came with out it being touched.
Now this... God, he sighed after sampling the nectar. He had to have more...
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Michelle was from a well off family.His problem was his parents were hardly ever home. He spent most of his time at boarding school. Had plenty of friends where money was concerned. Frankly he was bored one night. He and two others snuck out to go into town. They got some food then on a lark they went in a store stealing bottles of vodka. Mixing it with juice the three got very drunk. Micelle woke from his stupor. His hands and feet cuffed to the bed head board. He cried into the gag stuck in his mouth. he was being fucking raped. Who were these guys? A big thuggish man and a young white haired boy not much older then himself. He's awake. The boy said spewing his load deep in the shackled boys ass. Nor for long the other laughed Michelle felt a needle in his arm then the world went black.
When his eyes opened a Iraqi boy was giving him best blow job he ever had. His ass hurt like hell. Where the fuck was he? What happened to his friends?
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"Fuck just what I need" Ivan cursed The sky opened up. It was pouring to beat the band. He started jogging his left tumb held out atill hoping for a ride.
He saw head lights. A car sped by then screached to a halt then started backing up.
"Fucken Yes" He yelled pumping his hands over his head. He ran to the car the door pushed open. I ven got in quick and slamed the door. Thanks ma...
his head got slamed to the dashboard. "You FUCK! Left me to drown did you now?"
Rake shouted in to the stunned boys ear.
"Your alive oh thank god!" Ivan wrapped his arms round his friends neck and kissed his ear. He pulled back to look at Rake. "I didn't see where you went. The driver seat was empty. I swam to the back of the truck. All the boys were gone.
You must have swam to the opposite bank. I called Bossman." He continued.
"He says they found the boys. We still will get paid." Ivan blurted out.
He had to it was the only way he know to calm the big man down.
"Fucking A!" Rake sighed leaning back into the seat. "Mother fuck lets get going."
He stomped on the gas peddel and they were off.
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To be continued....