Mark and Arron

WARNING - This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If such material offends what the hell are you doing on Nifty.

My characters do not use condoms or other safeguards but this story is fiction ... get it. This story in no way is intended to actually depict young English actors/models who's names may be used. I write my stories in 'full screen' text, they are best read that way.

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I wrote the original story for someone going by the name of "W..S..B.." (I'm not going to name him properly). This person claimed to be 16 but never made any effort to substantiate this claim. I came to the conclusion in the end this person was taking the piss. So here you go Ryan (unless that's another made up name). You don't walk so tall in this one.

If Nifty don't tie this up with the original you will find it at Nifty (High School) 19 Mar 04. IT IS BEST READ FIRST

GCutter66@aol.com ..... for comments and criticism, all mails answered excepting flamers

MARK AND ARRON

2 - Payback Time

by

G. Cutter

'Hi,' Darren stood at the front door and smiled in at his friend, fellow amateur actor and model Arron. 'I thought you went down the school for football practice on a Saturday?'

'I do normally,' Arron grunted. 'Come in anyway. What are you doing around here on a Saturday morning?'

'Just passing by,' Darren grinned delighted to see his close friend after a two weeks holiday. 'I saw your bike so I thought I'd pay my respects as they say.'

'You can pay them in the bedroom,' Arron grinned. 'The 'rents are out for the rest of the day.'

'Really?' Darren giggled as he followed his blonde friend upto the bedroom. He paid particular attention to Arron's tight little arse as he climbed the stairs, that little prize was his one of these fine days. They'd broken the ice and started playing around with each other around nine month's previously. Now that they were both fifteen Darren at least thought it was time to move onto 'advanced class' boy's stuff.

He had an older brother, Ray who was nineteen and who had been fucking him for over a year, it was time to pass on all he had learnt and enjoyed with his big bro, pass it onto or into little Arron as it were.

Arron stood back as Darren entered the bedroom and flopped onto the single bed and made himself comfortable.

'What's up, Arr?' Darren looked at his blonde friend with concern, things weren't right.

'Nothing,' Arron smiled weakly and sat on the edge of the bed.

'Come on, tell me,' Darren pestered.

'Oh, fuck off. Leave me alone,' Arron promptly burst into tears.

'Come on, tell me,' Darren comforted his pal. He wriggled away a little, he didn't want his friend to feel the instant erection that had materialised at his groin. Arron's discomfort must have something to do with the Saturday morning football, he loved his game and to be indoors fretting on a Saturday was unheard off. 'Some one having a go at you, a bully?'

'Something like that.'

'We'll go and sort him out.'

'He's a big lad, he's sixteen,' Arron wiped his eyes with his Newcastle United counterpane and looked red eyed at Darren.

'I'll get Ray down, he'll sort him out.'

'Mmmm,' Arron looked at Darren and wondered. Since the rape of the previous Saturday he'd had so many conflicting emotions. He realised that he should have immediately contacted the police, DNA samples would have closed the case in a heartbeat, Mark would have crumbled. What really confused him was that after the rape he'd made love to the sixteen year old and then let his rapist perform the act for a second time. With his thinking firmly fixed in the groinal area he was now beginning to wonder about Darren, he knew they wanked but he always felt that Darren wanted something more. Was Darren 'one of them' as well?

'Come on tell me,' Darren move closer and put his arm around his friends bony shoulder.

'He raped me,' Arron blurted it out before he could stop himself.

'Fuckin' 'ell,' Darren gasped. Someone had actually raped his little golden boy. The light of his life had been soiled by a bloody pervert. Arron was now second hand goods, well so was he, so what? 'Tell me all about it ..... start to finish,' he guided Arron onto the bed and they lay full length as if they were going to carry on with their now routine wanking exercise but this time it was like a confessional.

Arron told the full story from the puncture at the school right up until he'd actually let Mark take him for the second time. 'And that's it,' he finished off red faced and avoiding Darren's rather stern glare.

'The rape's the rape,' Darren passed judgement. 'Fucking him and getting even was fair enough but what the fuck did you let him do it again for?'

'I was scared,' Arron went crimson, he knew he was lying and he knew that Darren knew that as well.

'Bollocks,' Darren sprang to his feet and scowled at his friend still laying on the bed. 'You did it because you wanted to, you liked it ....... you complete shit.'

'Darren ....... ' Arron wailed.

'You fuckin' slut. I've loved you for ever and you go and do it with a bloody rapist.' He sat down in the room's small armchair and slowly lowered his eyes in embarrasment. He'd just realised what he'd said.

There was a heavy silence for quite a long time, neither boy wanted to be the first to speak.

'Darren.'

'What?'

'Come here,' Arron held his hand out.

Darren got to his feet unsteadily he was still having problems taking it all in and to top it he'd blurted out his love, he took Arron's hand and felt himself drawn down onto the bed. 'I shouldn't have shouted,' he conceded as he lay back down on the bed again.

'If you love me,' Arron whispered and snuggled up. 'Kiss me,' he turned his tear streaked face to his friend and now his self declared lover.

'Jeez,' Darren sighed and placed his lips onto Arron's for a chaste kiss, then a rougher and more demanding kiss and then a meeting of slippery boy tongues. Darren could feel his own hardness pressing against Arron's as they writhed and snogged like never before on the narrow bed.

'I don't feel anything for him, Daz. I dunno what I did it for,' Arron hugged his dark haired mate.

'Gotta taste for it,' Darren laughed shortly.

'Don't be like that,' Arron was on the verge of crying once more.

'I'm sorry. I'm jealous,' Darren grinned and kissed his mate softly on the nose. 'Why couldn't it be us?'

'It is today,' Arron suddenly sprang from the bed. A grin spread across his tear stained face. With Darren watching he kicked off his slippers and socks and dropped his shorts, his briefs followed and then he peeled off his baggy t-shirt. Totally naked he bent over the bed and turned back the bedding. 'How's that song go.......'

'What song?'

'Take me I'm yours .....' he sung in his reedy boyish voice as he slipped into the bed leaving Darren still laying on the top of the bed.

'You mean?'

'Get some slippery stuff from the bathroom,' Arron giggled as Darren left the room at flank speed. The parents were out for the day and he had his beautiful friend quite obviously on heat. Perfect. Later they could plan a revenge on Mark the Evil One. Darren was back in a flash holding Arron's mother's Cold Cream, nice smell, nice and slippery.

'Come to bed,' Arron whispered. His handsome friend Darren loved him and all this time they'd played wankies. He lay looking as Darren hurriedly removed his clothing and finally stood naked alongside the bed with his dark skinned uncircumcised cock jutting from his belly. He was probably around the same size as Arron but where Arron's boyish five incher was quite fat Darren's was slender. Darren grinned down at his blonde mate, he'd been fucked many times by his older brother but Ray had never submitted to being a bottom. This could be his day, the day he got to make love to a beautiful boy all on his own and in complete and utter privacy.

'I do love you Arrr,' he snuggled upto his friend and they gently kissed and turned inwards. 'You're as hard as a rock,' he giggled feeling Arron's hot boy cock.

'Do me,' Arron mumbled and turned away presenting his soft bottom.

'What?'

'You heard,' Arron was hardly audible as he clutched the pillow liked a surrogate lover. 'Don't hurt me.'

'I'm not a fuckin' rapist,' Darren nuzzled the back of his friend's neck and uncapped the lotion. He smeared some of the thick white cream onto his now slippery knobend and slid it between Arron's cheeks.

'Slowly,' Arron whispered with a tremble in his voice. He knew that he'd gone though all this the previous weekend with Mark and that Mark was bigger in the dick department than Darren but this was important. Last Saturday was a one off, this could be the start of something he now knew had been floating around in the back of his mind for ages. He was in love with his scruffy little mate from down the road, he had the hots for Darren and this time it would be totally different from that mad Saturday afternoon with Mark.

'Aaaaah, Darren,' Arron moaned. Darren wasn't big but his hard penis felt like a battering ram as it spread his pucker, parted it and then slipped inside his body.

'You 'orrite,' Darren froze with an inch of his boyhood trapped in Arron's velvety vice. 'I'll stop if you like.' He knew he didn't want to withdraw, the initial sensation was incredible, he had his stiffy in his lover's bumhole and he wanted to go on.

'No, it's OK,' Arron moaned. 'Take it easy,' he gave a little push back taking more of Darren and sighed as he felt the other boy start to move. 'Yeah, that's nice,' he pushed back harder and giggled as he felt Darren's hot and virile boyhoood begin to fill his eager hole.

'Aaaah,' Darren sighed and he slowly moved to and fro in Arron's delicious hot tightness and to top off the act he had his lips on Arron's smooth neck, he could smell the fresh boy smell and finally he reached around and grasped Arron's own hard penis. He was in heaven.

'Yeah, that is excellent,' Arron laughed shakily as he felt Darren's smooth belly against the small of his back and his friends soft dark pubics crushed against his buns. 'Come on top,' he muttered as he went belly down and felt Darren still moving in and out clamber on top and get between his legs. 'Now fuck me,' he growled. He didn't care if he sounded like a homo slut, he just wanted Darren to cum and fill him with sweet and slippery boy juice.

'I can't keep this up,' Darren grunted as he began to thrust and pound into Arron's soft bottom. 'I gotta cum soon.'

'Go for it,' Arron thrust his bottom up onto Darren's fuck. 'You'll last longer this afternoon.'

'Yeah,' Darren laughed as he now started to really hammer home. After this he decided that he was going to let Arron take him from the front so that he could see his blonde lover's face as he spilt his seed. He just hoped that after the rape Arron wasn't going to turn into a bottom, he couldn't handle that. Darren wanted a two way love, he wanted Arron in him as much as getting inside Arron, it had to be a two way thing. 'You are so fuckin' beautiful,' he began to ram and thrust as he felt his heat building down in his groin.

'Whatta way with words,' Arron giggled as he pushed his pert pure white bottom up onto Darren's darker skinned shaft moving in and out like a piston.

'Oooooh,' Darren wailed and thrust hard for one last time and then began to pump and squirt his creamy spunk deep into Arron's twitching body. 'Ooh, Arron, you are so good,' he pushed harder as he felt the second and third surges of his boy juice shoot deep into his friend's warm body.

'Nice one,' Arron clamped his bottom hard on Darren's meat and lay there savouring the feel of Darren start to move again but the hardness began to wilt, the dark featured boy was spent ..... for the moment.

'I've wanted that for so long,' Darren stared at Arron as he slowly withdrew and lay alongside his friend, now his lover.

'Don't tell me you've already got a boyfriend.'

'Not quite,' Darren snuggled upto Arron and licked his friends sweaty neck. 'I've been fucked by someone,' he whispered.

Raped?' Arron asked shocked.

'No, willingly.'

'You said you loved me,' Arron looked at Darren not understanding. 'You love both of us ..... you a fuckin' Muslim or something?'

'No, no,' Darren cried out. 'It's my bloody brother.'

'Ray?'

'Yeah, he's been doing me for nearly a year.'

'Why didn't you tell on him,' Aaron pushed away from Darren. 'You could have stopped him.'

'I couldn't grass up my own brother, anyway, liked it,' Darren muttered. 'Doncha get it, I liked him in me, I liked the feel of his body on me, I'm a fucking tart.'

Arron just looked at Darren and then suddenly grinned. 'Bit like me then.'

'What?'

'I said you've got to be a bit like me.' Aaron drew closer again and clasped his friend by the waist bringing them into contact, he reached around and clasped Darren's smooth bum. 'I liked the second time with Mark, I really liked the first time with you and I want to do it again.'

'Oh, Arron,' Darren felt a wave of relief literally wash over him. 'I do love you, you know.'

'Good,' Arron grinned. 'Because we're going to seal this boyfriendship or this marriage and then we're gonna tell your big bro to leave you alone and then we're gonna fix Marky Mark's waggon.'

'I hope we get lucky,' Darren spoke gloomily but a smile spread across his face as he felt himself being turned onto his side. He had a pretty good idea what Arron was after when he spoke of sealing and ten to one it involved a certain blonde shagging a certain brunette.

'Can I do you?' Arron's slick glans pushed at Darren's crack, he was already oozing precum and a quick smear of the Cold Cream let his knob actually glide between Darren's tight little cheeks.

'Never ask,' Darren pushed back, felt a twinge of pain as Arron speared into his most private place and they were joined. 'Fuck me silly, Arr,' he pushed back and was rewarded by Arron's five inches filling him and the exquisite heat of his blonde friends smooth skin and warm lips on his neck.

'Do love you so, Daz,' Arron started to move inside his lover. 'The past is past ..... just us two now.'

'Nobody has to find out about this,' Darren pushed back onto Arron's jerky movements.

'Only the big bro from hell,' Arron sniggered. 'We've got to put him in the picture and then he can help us sort out Mark.'

'Why do I think you only want to punish Mark because you let yourself go with him?'

'You may be right,' Arron stayed still for a moment, his hardness buried in Darren's hot little boy pussy was such a turn on. 'We gotta sort him out before he tries it on a thirteen year old or even a twelver.'

'I'll get Ray to shag him, Ray goes a bit rough sometimes,' Darren giggled as he felt Arron start to move again.

'Then I fuck him savagely,' Arron crowed as he began to pump and rolled Darren onto his belly.

'And I fuck him brutally,' Darren laughed and then with a wriggle slid free from Arron and flopped onto his back.

'Whasup?' Arron looked at his friend ' What's the matter, Daz?'

'Come on, I want to see you do it, I want you to look at me and kiss me when you cum.'

'Daz I really love you so much,' Arron took up his position and gently slipped back into Darren's welcoming warmth.

'So you keep saying. Prove it, lover boy.'

Arron did, he made love slowly and gently pleasuring himself with Darren's tightness and Darren's warmth. He savoured the tactile sensation of moving against Darren's silken skin until finally after climaxing he idly stirred himself in Darren's spunk flooded nest, it was done.

'Jeezus, Daz. That was my best yet.'

'I know,' Darren clamped himself on Arron's fat but now spent cock. 'I'm as squishy as a squishy thing.'

'Idiot,' Arron laughed and lay on his mate gently kissing the boy's sweet lips, as he did so his flaccid cock slipped free and lay between Darren's hairless thighs.

'We need to get some pictures of this clown so we can show Ray, he might even know him.'

'How we gonna do that?'

'We mooch down the school, borrowing you're dad's digital and we can run the prints off the computer.'

'He'll see us and then he'll be after me again,' Arron was horrified with the plan.

'We use the long range lens, dummy,' Darren hissed. 'We gotta do it or it's going to get swept under the carpet and he'll do it to another kid.'

'You just want to rape someone,' Arron snapped quite unfairly.

'Yeah, him.'

'Yeah, me too,' Arron laughed and slipped off the bed. 'Quick abortion and shower. Yeah?'

'You are really the pits,' Darren grinned and stood up alongside his friend and lover. 'You don't watch me and I won't watch you.'

'Come on.'

They did what they had to do and enjoyed a joint shower but stopped short of further sex, they both wanted it and being fifteen year olds they were both up for it but business first, the first steps on the revenge trail.

They got to the playing field behind the school about half an hour before the kids normally broke up.

'We'll go in the school, it's open Saturday morning for the cleaners.'

'They won't let us in,' Arron protested getting cold feet. He'd been thinking about Mark on the walk down and he was beginning to regret having started the revenge caper but Darren had the bit between his teeth and he was treating it all as a big game.

Surprisingly the cleaner didn't offer any objection and they took up a spying post in the nearest upper floor classroom to the play area. Ten minutes later they had a digital camera full of Mark and the other boys, they checked the small screen, OK. So far so good, now to get them onto the whiz box, printed out and deleted before Arron's father decided to have a go on his computer.

'Let's go,' Arron tugged his friends elbow. 'Mission accomplished.'

'He's rather nice ..... for a rapist.' Darren hovered at the window.

'He's a good fuck,' Arron sniggered.

'Bet he talks very highly of you,' Darren retorted rather sarcastically.

'Trust you,' Arron sniffed and walked from the classroom with Darren in hot pursuit.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Arr,' Darren gabbled as he caught up with his friend.

'You gotta big gob.'

'How's about if I get it around your willy this afternoon.'

'You're forgiven,' Arron laughed and the two of them set off for home and the family computer.

Once indoors they had a frantic half an hour on the machine and armed with some very nice glossies returned to the bedroom.

'I like this one,' Darren showed a picture of a fair haired boy of around thirteen to Arron.

'That's little Mark Something or the other, he's a bloody kid,' Arron grinned. 'You're a cradlesnatcher.'

'I'm a dick snatcher,' Darren retorted with a grin and buried his face in Arron's groin.

'Yes, yes,' Arron held Darren's head gently and ran his zip down, he could feel his mate's warm breath on his underpants and then the dampness of Darren's mouth as Darren started to suck hardening meat through the thin cotton. 'Let me get them off,' Arron squealed. 'I'll have soggy knickers else.'

'Can't have that can we,' Darren replied with a small grin. 'Get naked, Arr, just for me.'

'You too,' Aarron replied. 'Suckin' or fuckin'?'

'Whatever turns you on, baby.'

'You,' Arron blushed and fumbled with Darren's jeans. Five minutes later after much kissing, mouthing and just plain stroking and savouring each other's smooth bodies the boys were naked together for the second time of the day.

'You wanna sleep over tonight?' Arron whispered from Darren's belly.

'Only if we make love.'

'That's the idea dummy,' Arron laughed and holding Darren's dark skinned dick upright skinned the foreskin down and sank his mouth over the succulent dark red glans.

'I'm in heaven,' Darren sighed before shuffling around on the bed and grasping Arron's fair skinned five incher. A split second later both boys were sucking and lapping at their partner's stiffies. There was silence in the room other than the occasional grunt and slurp, each boy stroked and fondled the other's soft bottom, tonight was going to be a good night.

Arron's mind was in a turmoil.he wanted to humilate and hurt Mark but at the same time he didn't, he had a strangely satisfied feeling now that he'd admitted the rape to Darren and Darren had also owned up to sex with his brother. Arron smiled as he sucked Darren's hot hardness, they were both Secondhand Rose's but now they had each other. They had a big brother to sort out and then the friendly local rapist.

When Darren came it came without warning, Darren's cock throbbed in Arron's mouth and then he felt the spurts of thick creamy spunk on his tongue and his teeth, he swallowed and pumped himself harder into Darren's avidly sucking mouth, then he too came in heated spurts which were gobbled and sucked down by his best mate, his boy lover.

'Hey,' Darren surfaced with a grin and a cum smeared face. 'That was great, we gotta do that again.'

'Lots of times,' Arron agreed tiredly. He reversed himself and ran his tongue over Darren's lips tasting his own cum. 'I taste nice,' he giggled and then fell quiet as Darren's lips met his and they kissed and then dozed satisfied, contented and in love.

It was probably around fivish and the boys were in the kitchen seated and eating after having raided the fridge. Arron had got his father on his mobile and got permission in the first place to have Darren stay the night, Darren had then phoned home and got his own permission to stay, the night's entertainment was fixed and Arron was rather hoping that Darren had forgotten Mark, he was beginning to think that it may be better to let sleeping dogs lie as it were. No such luck.

'Can I use your phone, Arr?'

Arron pointed at the phone hanging on the kitchen wall without speaking, he didn't think spraying half a cheese sandwich over his new lover would be seen as being very romantic.

Darren jumped up and then dragged his chair tightly upto Arron and punched in a number.

'Yeah, Ray.' Darren held the phone between them as his brother replied.

'We gotta talk, Ray.'

'Hey, munchkin,' Ray sounded a little suprised. 'Look, I'm with a mate .... can we leave this until later.'

'No we can't,' Darren snapped back. 'We've got to talk about you bumming me.'

'For Christ's sake,' Ray's voice came back loud and clear. 'Shut up, they monitor these things.'

'Don't be so bloody paranoid,' Darren shook his head and silently mouthed to Arron ... 'Fuckin' idiot.'

'Alright, alright,' Ray seemed to calm down. 'I'd rather have this conversation in private but as you've obviously got a little chum or two backing you up......'

'I'm here with Arron, that's all.'

'And you've told him, you little shit?'

'Yes, I have. We need help on a project and we need to see you.'

'You doing it with Arron?' Ray's voice had dropped to a whisper.

'None of your business but yes I am and we both want to see you ..... like now.'

'Alright. I'm bringing a friend with me, guy called Paul, we're mates.'

'No mates,' Darren's voice was firm.

'No deal then,' Ray's voice was firmer. 'Paul's a special mate just like your Arron ... got me?'

'Aah,' Darren understood. 'OK then. Come around to Arron's it's just us two and it's important, we need your help brother dear before we wander around to the cop shop.'

'Don't worry, little poof. We'll be there in fifteen minutes.'

'That didn't sound very friendly,' Arron remarked as Darren hung the phone back up.

'What, him?'

'Both of you,' Arron remarked. 'You didn't have to threaten him, anyway, you couldn't prove anything without a medical examination and all that old bollocks.'

'Yeah, I know but I wanted to get him around. I wanna get this little lot sorted out.'

'OK,' Arron nodded. He felt a bit better, things were progressing and with a bit of luck Ray would refuse to participate in Darren's mad scheme. The scheme in question was Darren's bright idea before they'd left the bedroom, it was that the three of them invaded Mark on a Saturday afternoon and rape him ..... it was as easy as that. Biblical punishment, plain and simple. An eye for an eye, a rape for a rape. 'Where we having this conference?'

'Right here,' Darren slapped the kitchen table. 'I want keep it sort of official.' He looked at Arron earnestly. 'We're doing a deal here and I suppose Ray is your brother in law now,' he laughed shortly at the thought of it.

'Wow,' Arron replied with mock enthusiasm. In fact he found Darren's older brother quite attractive, an image of the two brothers making love in their shared bedroom brought a small twinge to his groin. Ray was dark haired and darkly featured like Darren but whereas Darren had a cheeky boyish face Ray was manishly handsome. Mind you, he understood that Ray had now got his own room, so perhaps the brothers didn't do it so much now, especially if Ray had got himself a boyfriend.

'I hear a car,' Darren rushed to the door and opened it a few inches. 'It's them,' he suddenly looked nervous, perhaps he wasn't as confident as he was making out to be.

'You do the talking, this is your idea,' Arron shuffled the chairs around so that two faced two the vague concept of a conference centre in his mind. The meeting of two pairs of boyfriends, he thought. After all, Ray had more or less suggested on the phone that he had some sort of thing going on with this Paul, who Darren had never heard of.

Darren opened the door wider as his unsmiling brother entered the house followed by a rather worried looking teenager who apeared to be some sort West Indian or Asian.

'This is Paul,' Ray stood in the small hallway for a moment, he gave Arron a casual nod. 'Paul is from Guyana, top of South America before you run for an atlas.'

Ray gave Arron a slight smile and Arron nodded in return. He rarely saw Ray but what he saw he liked. Darren's brother was a big lad and muscular, he was over six feet and if anyone could handle Ryan it would be he. His mate Paul was just as big and looked to be a little older than Ray's nineteen years, maybe twenty or twenty one.

Paul was beautiful, his skin was the colour of caramel toffee and to top it off he was drop dead gorgeous. Thin nose and lips, take away the colouring and he could be any European young man in their early twenties. Like Ray he was well built and looked tough, at least he did to the smaller pair of fifteen year olds.

'Come in,' Arron took over as host and took them into the kitchen.

Predictably the two pairs sat opposite and gave each other rather unfriendly looks until Arron got up and served them cold drinks from the fridge which seemed to ease things a little.

'What's this about you and Arron,' Ray set the ball rolling.

'What's this about you and whatsit,' Darren snapped back. 'Dear brother,' he added more to annoy Ray than anything else.

'My name's Paul you little twerp,' Paul spoke quite mildly.

'Sorry, Paul,' Darren looked at the table and after a second or so where he seemed to be mustering his courage he lifted his eyes and faced his brother. 'Arron and I are boyfriends.'

'I can handle that, Smurf,' Ray grinned. 'So are I and Paul and before you start to stir the shit I have confessed my sins.'

'Apologising doesn't come into it then?'

'You seemed to enjoy it,' Ray's smile got broader. 'Might give you a few tips on how to get on with your little mate.'

'We know how to get on,' Arron chipped in. 'We're not here to argue, Darren and myself want a favour.' Arron could have kicked himself. It would have been better to let the brothers squabble and Mark might have got lost in the wash.

'Really,' Ray looked at Paul. 'As payment for my incest sort of thing?'

'Why not?' Darren looked at Paul and spoke to him directly. 'Don't you think he owes me, Paul?'

'Possibly he does but I don't,' Paul replied with a smile. 'Mind you I don't mind helping Ray out.'

'OK. here we go,' Darren looked at Arron. 'Wanna tell a story?'

'Yeah,' Arron looking a little uncomfortable but determined to clear the air began to speak.

'Bastard,' Ray exclaimed when Arron finished his story.

'He needs a good slapping,' Paul agreed with his boyfriend.

'And I suppose this is where we come in?' Ray looked at his kid brother.

'He wants a bit of his own medicine,' Darren spelt out what he wanted. 'Arron know's this kids parents are away all day Saturday, we know he goes to the football practice in the morning oggling the kids and we know he goes home to eat around half twelve. We capture him, tie him up or something and do a gang bang on him.'

'You evil little sod,' Ray laughed.

'Come on, Ray,' Darren smiled at his brother. 'It could be fun, anyway, you owe me for the other.'

'Come outside a minute, Paul,' Ray spoke to his friend and they got up and left the room.

'The coloured kid fancies you,' Darren hissed excitedly at Arron. 'He's nice isn't he.'

'Slut,' Arron laughed. 'Yeah, he is rather,' he added. Nice, the golden brown boy was adorable! Having said that, Ray was quite tasty as well.

'I bet I know what they're chatting about ......'

'What?'

'Ray does nothing for free, I tell you that.' Darren smirked. 'My big bad brother is after something.'

'Maybe a foursome?' Arron tested the water.

'Maybe,' Darren agreed. 'But at the end of the day we're boyfriends ..... yeah?'

'Yeah,' Arron grinned and grabbed Darren and planted a kiss on his lips. The kiss was interrupted by the two older boys coming back into the room.

'You want to be more careful,' Ray spoke as he and Paul took their seats again. 'Other people wouldn't be so understanding.'

The blushing boys split and Arron fished more Cokes from the fridge, his mother was going to go ballistic.

'Did you know the parents are going out on an anniversary thing on Friday night?' Ray spoke to Darren.

'No.'

'Well they are, they'll be up in North London.' Ray looked at Paul and something seemed to pass between them. 'Paul's sleeping over and if your young friend slept over we could get sorted out for Saturday.

'We can't do anything until midday,' Arron pointed out.

'Well we can,' Ray grinned. 'Mum and Dad aren't coming back until Saturday evening.'

'And?' Darren put in looking puzzled.

'Paul can use my room and I can use yours.'

'Where are we going to sleep then?'

'Work it out,' Ray grinned broadly. 'You can sleep in your own room with me and Arron can sleep in with Paul ..... call it wife swopping if you like.'

'You're a cheeky sod,' Darren spluttered. 'I thought you'd got tired of my bum,' he tacked on waspishly.

'Never, dear bro,' Ray chuckled. 'I didn't use and abuse you because I was a sex starved bully, I did it because you're a good looking kid and I was madly in love with your skinny body. Still am in fact.'

'Oh.' For once Darren was silent. He looked at Arron questioningly. Arron just shrugged, he found the thought of a night with Paul incredibly attractive

'Make your mind up,' Ray smiled at his friend. 'We'll look after your boy for you provided you look after our animal needs next Friday.'

'I get a go this time?' Darren looked at his brother.

'No probs.'

'And me?' Arron looked at the handsome South American, he didn't intend being used as a plaything by two near adults but if he could manage Mark's cock up his bottom he was pretty sure he could manage Paul.

'Look forward to it,' Paul murmured.

'Deal done,' Ray stood up and Paul followed him. 'See you Friday if not before, rugrats.'

'Well. I never,' Arron looked at Darren and grinned. Darren burst out laughing. 'What's funny?'

'We're trying to organise a rape and we could all be so shagged out we won't be able to get it up.'

'Don't bet on it,' Arron grinned. 'Here's the 'rents,' he'd just heard the sound of the key in the front door.

Both boys found the evening boring, after their evening meal they were more or less obliged to sit and watch Saturday night television which is not a task for the faint hearted but they were dimissed for their baths and bed around eleven o'clock. This came as a relief for both of them, they were both looking forward to the night ahead and also having a private conversation about the following weekend.

'Don't your parents say anything about you sleeping with your sleepovers?' Daren looked at the single bed with some concern.

'No,' Arron laughed. 'My cousin come down from up North and we always share.'

'Fun is it?' Darren giggled. He knew Arron's cousin Jimmy was a spotty Geordie and not the brightest light on the Christmas Tree.

'Worth a wanky,' Arron laughed.

'Well if we sleep one on top and one under we should be OK,' Darren gave a theatrical leer.

'Go and have your bath,' Arron rubbed the crotch of his track suit bottoms. 'We've got unsettled business.'

'They didn't dare share the bath with Arron's parents in the house but both did their solo routine and by the time they were all done it was nearly midnight.

'Do you're parents ever come in?' Darren whispered as they sat in the dim light of Arron's torch listening to his mother and father climbing the stairs.

'Never,' he slipped his arm around his friend and chastely kissed him on the cheek, 'Not since I was fourteen, my dad said it was a watershed. Something to do with wanking I expect.'

Darren giggled, he was only wearing boxers and he could feel himself tenting, he wanted Arron's clean smelling body in his arms, he wanted to make love until they were both dried out husks. Both of them jumped as they heard a muffled 'goodnight boys' from outside the room and that was the end of the Saturday. Welcome Sunday.

'Let's get naked,' Arron husked and turned his torch out leaving the room fitfully lit from the street light at the bottom of their small garden path.

'Let's.' Darren agreed and pushed his lover flat onto his back and lay alongside, his lips traced acrossDarren's chest and his lips toyed with Arron's coral pink nips until the tiny pink nub felt hard in his mouth. As Arron groaned with pleasure he started on the other one and his hand slid into the top of Arron's briefs gently grasping the smooth skinned hardness within. 'Get 'em off,' he growled quickly moving his head up and sealing his lips onto Arron's in a savage kiss.

Maintaining the kiss they struggled on the narrow bed stripping until their naked bodies pressed together and their passion eased.

'I do love you, Arr,' Darren whispered and Arron flinched as he felt cold cream annointing his stiff spike. He felt Darren clamber onto him kneeling either side of his boyish torso. He felt rather than saw his friend's glans brush across his lips and eagerly opened his mouth to receive his midnight gift.

Darren didn't allow the suck to continue too long but with his now slippery stiffy jerking he lifted his body up for a moment and holding Arron's penis upright gently settled his body onto his lover's hot hardness. Arron sighed as he felt Darren's soft bottom accept him swallowing his stiffness in it's tight heat. He made vague up and down thrusts as Darren started to bob up and down on him. A fleeting thought of himself doing the same on the coffee coloured Paul came to mind but he dismissed it, this was the here and now, the rest was in the future.

'Aaaah,' Darren was moving up and down squeezing his bum every time he dropped and Arron was thrusting upwards, it couldn't last, something had to give.

Arron screwed his eyes shut as he felt his cocklet seem to swell even more and then the blessed relief as his hot jism shot upwards into his friend coating Darren's tight passage with the pearly fluid.

'Phew,' Darren slipped sideways and Arron's spunk stained cock slid free. 'Too much like hard work that was,' he clung to Arron and they huddled together. 'Was it OK.'

'Wicked,' Arron giggled. 'Do you want me to do that?'

'No,' Darren smiled in the dark and lightly kissed his lover. 'Just lay on your side, sweety.'

'Sweety,' Arron choked on his own laughter until Darren put a hand over his mouth. 'Sweety ... I like it.'

'Like this as well,' Darren whispered and parting Aron's tight little white cheeks with his erection pushed against the boy's pucker holing in one.

'I like,' Arron pushed back clutching the pillow and still giggling until the loving and the passion tok him. 'Fuck me, Daz.'

Friday was the last day of the Spring Term and Arron and Darren hung around outside the school saying goodbye to some mates and making arrangements to meet others over the long summer's holiday. Ray was supposed to be picking them up in his car to take them home as he was nominally in charge with his and Darren's parents leaving for their night and day out. Nothing more had been said about sorting Mark out although Arron knew that Darren wasn't going to let it go.

He'd been thinking in the week quite seriously about the Saturday mission and rather hoped that it would be forgotten. The problem was that the four of them had a midweek get together and the photographs had finally been handed over. Ray and Paul had studied them and declared that they were prepared to 'fuck Mark to death'. Arron suspected that the proposed fucking had little or nothing to do with revenge, both the older guys just wanted a game, maybe a sick game but a game nevertheless.

'Adventure night tonight,' Darren chatted as they sat on a low stone wall waiting for Ray.

'Oh, Paul and Ray, you mean?'

'Yeah,' Darren crowed. 'I've seen you looking at him, you slut.'

'Well he is rather tasty,' Arron admitted with a grin.

'My turn next,' Darren laughed. 'What goes around come around and all that baloney.'

'Fair enough ..... here's your bro,' he stood up as he sighted the car they were waiting for.

Ray's banger drew upto the kerb, peering in the boys could see that Paul was sitting in the rear with a load of shopping so Arron quickly slid into the back and Darren got into the front with his brother. They were home inside of fifteen minutes and went upto Ray's room to escape the parents who were preparing for their trip, unpacking the shopping could be done later.

'So, what's the master plan for tomorrow?' Arron asked with some nervousness, he still rather hoped that the rape plot was going to be swept under the carpet as it were. All he could see were complications and trouble for the future.

'I had a sniff around this guy's place,' Paul surprisingly spoke out as he quite happily sprawled on Ray's bed with Ray, the two youngsters hovered uncomfortably around the small sofa which was the only seating in the room.

'Sit,' Ray barked impatiently as if at a pair of dogs.

'Yeah, go on,' Darren grinned as he draped his arm around Arron's shoulders and they settled into the seat. 'You had a sniff around and what?'

'They leave the key under the plantpot by the kitchen door. Getting in is easy peasy.'

'You're suggesting breaking in and capturing him when he comes back from the sports field?' Ray looked doubtful.

'Yeah, why not?'

'What if he's pulled another youngster?' Arron smiled uncertainly.

'We save the boy from a fate worse than death,' Ray grinned. The subject seemed to be closed as he rolled onto his side and clasped his 'friend 'in his arms and planted a kiss on his lips.

'Guard the door, girls,' Paul laughed softly and moved into the clinch with one leg slipping over Ray's pulling them together. The older boy's kissed again and the two younger ones watched with interest as both of those on the bed unzipped each other and fumbled.

Arron and Darren huddled on the sofa completely ignoring the instruction to guard as Ray's semi erection came into view and then Paul's obviously much darker penis also popped free. Arron was delighted to see that they weren't the massive objects he'd been expecting but what you would call your average six incher, Mark the rapist was bigger. he felt himself harden and then get even harder as he felt Darren's hand knead and fondle his groin.

'Dirty cow' Darren giggled and his tongue probed at Arron's ear.

'I know,' Arron giggled as he fended off Darren and continued to watch Ray and Paul on the bed. They were gently kissing and sharing a joint wank, each handling the other completely at ease with their audience of two.

'Don't cum,' Ray muttered. 'We have to go down in a minute and see the 'rents on their way. I don't want to smell like a sex shop.'

'You won't if the boy's swallow it,' Paul chuckled and glanced at the two goggling kids on the sofa. 'What say you boys,' he gently pushed Ray onto his back and he fell back himself. Both of the seventeen year olds lay with their erections jutting from their parted trousers.

Darren as always made the first move, he shot over to Paul's side of the bed, gave the South American a swift kiss and then ducked down and took Paul's dark brown shaft into his mouth. With a mental shrug Arron scampered over alongside Ray and did exactly the same thing. The brother in law's quite nice, he thought as he ducked his head taking Ray's plumlike glans into the back of his throat.

'Jeeez,' both Paul and Ray groaned at the same time as the two eager fifteen year olds settled into a cock sucking session.

Ray, of course, was much bigger than Darren, more manlike and with a much healthier pubic bush, he even had a trail of dark hair rising to his navel. Arron went down on the meaty mass eagerly. If his lover, Darren was willing to play the slut then so was he, it was the brother-in-law after all.

'Yeah, go for it Arron,' Ray moaned as the youngsters head bobbed up and down taking almost all of his six inches down.

'Mmmmfph,' Arron gobbled as he felt the hard meat slip in and out of his mouth and the spongy purple glans slide into his gullet. He reached around and clasped Ray's smooth flanks grasping the firm flesh as Ray's penis filled his mouth. Glancing sideways he saw that Darren was sucking Paul to death, the expression on the dark boy's face was that of bliss. Arron was as hard as a rock himself thinking of the handsome South American plundering his bum on his overnighter.

'I'm cuming,' Ray groaned and laughed softly as Paul said exactly the same thing.

Jeeezus. Arron thought as he felt Ray's slippery erection thob and then spurt stream after stream of sweet spunk into the back of his mouth. He tasted the thick, creamy glutinous yet slippery bursts covering his tongue and coat his teeth. Ray's cum was thicker and juicier than Darrens but Daz still had some growing to do.

'Fantastic,' Ray pulled Arron up and kised him gently. 'Hello, kid brother-in-law,' he smiled and kissed Arron's spunky lips.

'I'm so hard,' Arron whined and put on his little lost boy look.

'Hint, hint,' Ray sniggered and started to kiss his way down the blonde fifteen year old's body aiming for the jerking pricklet on the boy's gently rounded belly. 'Beautiful,' he licked across the exposed head with it's trickle of milky fluid. 'Yummy,' he absorbed Arron in one swift movement. Arron nearly went to heaven happy, Ray was an expert sucker. He brought the boy to the verge three or four times before he allowed him to spurt one of the biggest cums of his young life.

Arron flopped back drained, he could see Darren with a big grin on his handsome face and the smears of cum and Paul's wet kisses across his belly.

'Well that broke the ice,' Paul laughed and looked at Arron with a wide grin. 'You and me tonight, little buddy.'

'You and me.' Ray looked at Darren and stared at his shrunken dick. 'I should be able to manage that I think.'

'You wait, I'm gonna fuck you silly, bro.'

'I'll look forward to it,' Ray murmured. 'After I've sampled your tight little arse again.'

'Shurrup,' Darren blushed and then scooted closer to Arron. 'We'll sort that bastard Ryan out for you tomorrow, loverboi.'

Shit. Arron had forgotten all about the teenage rapist. Still he had the night to get through first. His experiences were being rapidly expanded as was his little ring. 'Still lovers,' he hugged his dark skinned friend.

'Of course,' Darren smiled and kissed him.

'Kissy, kissy,' Ray mocked and slipped from the bed and started to dress. 'I think mum and dad are gone. Let's eat.'

The evening was uneventful, they watched some football highlights and then an old Chucky video which had them all in hysterics, at the end of it their was silence.

'A nightcap,' Ray declared and walked out to the kitchen.

'It's that time of day,' Darren made with a spooky voice. 'The brother from hell awaits me.'

'You're looking forward to it,' Arron accused him. 'Little Mr Incest.'

'Keep it in the family,' Darren grinned. 'I've been waiting for this for yonks, don't deny me the pleasure.'

'I don't,' Arron looked across at Paul who was busy tidying up. Fuckin' ding dong. Apart on verging on the beautiful he had a nice tight bum as well, he was looking for a night that would further enlarge his little boy pussy and his pleasure. At the end of the day Ryan had done him a favour, he'd put him into a budding relationship with his friend Darren and a night of 'wife swopping, not a bad start for a novice.

'Here we go,' Ray walked in with a tray in his hand. 'Two Scotch and Gingers for the big uns and two Smirnoff Reds for the children.'

'Great,' Darren eagerly grabbed his bottle and handed the other to Arron, the older boys took a whiskey apiece and they drank without conversation. They all knew what was going to happen after the drink and all were looking forward to it in their own way. Mumbled goodnights and the day was over, it was bedtime.

'Strip off for me,' Paul sat on the bed and looked at Arron as the boy stood uncertainly by the door. 'You're a very good looking kid, do me a striptease ..... please.'

As good a way to get started as any Arron thought, he sat down and removed his trainers and socks. Then standing he slowly dropped his jeans and then just as slowly removed his briefs. He then stood right in front of the goggle eyed Paul and slowly unbuttoned his shirt which covered his erection. The striptease came to an abrupt halt as Paul grabbed him and pulled him onto the bed.

'You are so tasty,' he whispered as he shucked the boy's shirt up exposing his rigid cocklet, he nuzzled at Arron's sparse pubics and kissed his exposed glans.

'Aaaah,' Arron moaned and unclipped the waist of Paul's trousers, a moment later he was fondling the caramel skinned youth's thick stiffness through the thin cotton of his briefs.

'You want?' Paul whispered as he felt Arron's small hand delve into his briefs and grasp his turgid warmth.

'Kissy, kissy first,' Arron giggled as he felt his shirt being taken off and he in his turn exposed Paul's middle allowing the youth's dark skinned weapon to spring free. It was definitely over six inches he decided, on a par with Ryan's in fact and he wanted it in him so bad and then he was going to use and abuse Paul's less than smooth bottom until they were both drained. After that they were going to do it all again until they were completely exhausted. He'd never had a hairy bum before, Darren was a smoothy as was Ryan, he imagined it would be like a proper fanny, little did he know. He knew exactly what he wanted and he wanted Paul.

'So beautiful,' Paul lapped at Arron's jerking cock and took the boy's tight scrotum into his mouth gently moving the smaller boy around until his head was between Arron's outspread legs and he had access to his ultimate target. 'Ooooooh, yummy,' he laughed and dropped his head again with his tongue lapping and pushing trying to get between Arron's tight little buns.

'Yes, yesss.' Arron giggled and thust his bum up spreading his legs exposing his coral hued pucker.

'Yes, indeed,' Paul laughed again and flathanding Arron's buns mouthed at the tautly spread ring sending Arron into a real giggling fit. He nearly wet himself as he felt Paul's hot breath and then his slippery tongue attack his most private of places.

'Ooooh,' he jerked as he felt a saliva coated finger penetrate him and then begin to move in and out sinking deeper until it slowly massaged his prostate. 'Do me, Paul. Please'

'I want to loosen you up a bit first, I don't want to hurt you.'

'Do me now,' Arron gasped. 'Fuck me ..... just take it easy.'

'You asked for it,' Paul dragged a pillow down and shoved it under Arron's raised hips. He gazed at the dark rose pink pucker with just the hint of red inner flesh and attacked again with his mouth, his tongue actually forcing the ring of muscle to open ..... the boy was ready. 'Relax, Arron. Tell me if I hurt you.'

'Bet on it,' Arron laughed and forced his body to relax

It did hurt but the hurt was only as Paul's swollen glans forced his ring open to it's fullest and then eased as his slightly thinner shaft filled the muscle. Paul's spongy glans was inside his tunnel and sinking deeper on a coating of saliva and precum.

'God,' Paul sighed gustily and kissed the back of Arron's pale neck and tasted the boy sweat and smoothness. 'You are so tight.'

'I bet you say that to all the boy's,' Arron giggled and pushed up savouring the thick tube in his anus stretching his ring and now moving quite easily. 'Go on,' his voice broke as he pushed his pert little white bottom up onto muscular dark skinned thrusts. What had been painful and then slightly uncomfortable was now enjoyable. He felt himself blush, he'd enjoyed the second time with Ryan and now he was revelling in the feel of Paul's dark brown cock up his bottom ....... Am I a size queen, or what? The thought flashed across his mind and he bit the pillow to stop laughing.

'Yes, yes, yessss,' Paul now flathanded either side of Arron's slender boyish body and started to smack onto the soft white globes of the boy's beautiful high riding bottom, he was in Heaven. He felt a complete pedo, a complete perv but the boy was fifteen, he'd virtually asked for it and to cap it off he was rumping his own little pal. Arron was no innocent, that was for sure. 'I'm getting there,' he dropped his body and crushed Arron tightly just using his thrusting hips to bring about his climax.

'Aaaaaah,' Arron squealed and pushed his bottom back as he felt Paul swell within him and then the hot squirts and spurts of the coloured youth's thick creamy spunk coat and fill his tight little bum. It was over, he craned his head around seeking Paul's hot lips and found them.

'Wonderful,' Paul idly stirred his limpening cock in Arron's cum drenched bum.

'You're hardening up again,' Arron laughed. 'You up for more?'

'Can you take it, buttercup.'

'A deal?'

'Anything,' Paul stirred his reawakening penis in it's spunky nest.

'I clear out, you do it from the front and we try and cum together.'

'I thought you wanted to play the top.'

'Before breakfast,' Arron grinned. 'I'm a morning person.'

'Go and do your biz,' Paul chuckled, he could quite easily fall in love with this little raver but both of them had partners already and he already had very deep feelings for Ray, he didn't want to hurt him.

Arron scampered from the room with the gleam of cum and saliva shiny on his flawless buns. Paul lay and slowly wanked himself. Was he up for more? Too damn right he was.

This time Paul was slow and tender, he placed the much smaller boy onto his back and raised his legs. Arron's pucker looked swollen and a little red but the boy had been washing it and rubbing at it. He prodded with an oil covered finger and quite easily slipped into Arron's warmth.

'I'm OK,' Arron clamped his sweet bottom on the slowly moving finger and wanked his stumpy erection. 'Come in, do it,' he ordered impatently and smiled up at Paul as the coloured youth lowered himself. Arron gave long quavering sigh as he felt Paul's knob nudge at his ring, part it and enter his body for the second time. 'Jeez, it's so big,' he remained until Paul had most of his cock buried and then clamped his bottom and started to wank himself off, his smooth calves pressing on Paul's broad shoulders.

'Yeah, yeah,' Paul chanted rythmically as he pounded into Arron's sweet flesh rocking and jolting the boy up the bed.

'I'm getting there,' Arron gasped and redoubled his efforts as Paul continued to slip in and out.

As Arron had wished they came together, he shot his milky spurts over his belly and Paul's stomach as he felt the familiar pumping and hot splashes into his belly. It was a good one, a double whammy.

'Jeez,' I'm shagged,' Paul slid free and clasped Arron's cum covered body tightly and kissing the English lad's sweet lips.

'That cums in the morning,' Arron sniggered and snuggled upto his larger mate. He felt the stickiness, smelt the odour of fresh cum and savoured the warmth of Paul's strong body ..... tomorrow was another day.

They made love or had sex depending on your point of view at the crack of dawn and were down in the kitchen before Ray and kid bro, Darren. They were all pretty much on their knees but after boiled eggs and toast as none of them were into cooking they discussed the day's operation over coffee.

'Plan One,' Ray looked at the other three. 'We capture him in the car take him somewhere and give him a good hiding ..... we let him know what for, of course but that's it. Four of us should be able to kick the shit out of him.'

'That's a bit heavy,' Arron looked around.

'You're the one who got raped, mate,' Ray grinned. 'Plan Two. We lurk in his house and rape him, we all rape him that is.'

'Hey, that sounds more fun,' Darren piped up.

'Sicko,' Ray laughed. 'But as Arron says it is heavy so we have to be clear what we're upto.'

'If we're in the shit, we're in the shit together,' Paul observed.

'Exactly,' Ray looked at his lover. 'Very well put, sweetnuts.'

'You should know, you've sucked 'em enough,' Paul grinned.

'Yeuchy,' Arron and Darron exclaimed in unison.

'Come on, what's it to be?'

'Rape,' Darren spoke first after looking at Arron.

'OK, rape,' Arron agreed.

'I'll go with the boys,' Paul smiled.

'Then as Chairman, I declare the meeting over,' Ray stood up. 'First of all we need to see him leave the field and with whom if anybody. Then we shoot to his place whilst he's walking back and we'll be in position when he arrives.'

'What if he takes someone home.'

'They get to watch, get fucked or fuck off,' Ray answered quite brutally. 'Playing silly buggers is not an option. This guy is a rapist and he'd gonna get the works.'

The other three nodded. there was little left to say.

They all piled into Ray's car and drove to the school, the first step was for Arron and Darren to scout the back field and determine if Ryan was there or not ..... he was. Step two was to check that the key to the door was there, it was. Finally step three and that was to make sure that the house was empty. It was.

Back in the car the gang sorted out the details.

'Field to house ..... how long,' Ray looked at the boys.

'About twenty minutes,' Arron spoke.

'Good, gives us stacks of time,' Ray grinned really getting into the plot. 'As soon as he leaves we shoot up here and myself and Paul lurk in his bedroom. As soon as he's in the house you tiddlers come in behind and cut of his escape.'

'What if he locks the door behind him.'

'He won't, it's a communal key ..... silly sods, asking for trouble,' Paul looked at Arron and gave him a sexy wink.

'If he brings a boyfriend home he might drop the inside latch,' Darren suggested quite sensibly.

'He didn't with me,' Arron mumbled. 'He had his own key and just slammed the door.'

'OK. we'll go with it,' Ray decided.

They shot back to the field just in time to see Ryan leaving and just to get everyone excited and slightly alarmed he had a youngster with him, a rather pixyish boy of maybe thirteen or fourteen, the same boy they'd noticed last weekend, he was probably a bit younger than Arron and Darren's.

'He likes his meat young,' Paul chuckled.

'He won't after today,' Ray grinned savagely. 'Any trouble and you two handle the kid,' Ray spoke over his shoulder to the boys in the rear of the car and then drove off. He overtook the pair walking and parked down from the house a little. The four entered the house and Ray and Paul went up to Ryan's bedroom. Arron and Darren in a change of plan hid in the parent's bedroom a place that Ryan was hardly likely to go.

'Don't touch anything,' Arron whispered as he and Darren stood behind the door. 'Fingerprints.'

'Prat,' Darren giggled. 'Exciting innit?'

The house was silent, the two older boys were behind the door in Ryan's room and the two youngsters were in position. They all heard the slam of the door and the sound of voices. There was noise in the kitchen and suddenly they could hear the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs.

'Come upto my room, we can play some music.' It was Ryan and he was obviously talking to the other boy.

'Dunno really,' a youngish treble answered. 'I can't hang about.' The voice sounded nervous and slightly suspicious.

'Come on,' Ryan coaxed the boy and after a pause opened the door to his room.

All hell broke loose.

Ryan shoputed out in alarm as he spotted the two older boys and attempted to leave, his younger friend or his pickup bolted straight into the arms of Darren and Arron who had emerged from the parent's bedroom. As the three youngsters fell on the floor and struggled on the small landing as they could hear the sound of curses and a struggle going on in Ryan's bedroom.

'We should have let this prat go,' Darren panted as they finally subdued the struggling blonde kid.

'I'll go, I'll go,' the kid sobbed. 'I don't even know this guy.'

'You don't want to,' Arron snapped and then relenting smiled down at the prostrate boy, he was rather tasty. 'Get up, we've got a show to go to.'

In Ryan's bedroom everything was under control, Ryan was sitting on his bed crimson faced and the Ray and Paul stood over him.

'We're not fucking burglars, shithead,' Ryan was talking. 'Hi guys,' he glanced sideways as the three boys entered the room.

'What the fuck you doing here?' Ryan shot to his feet and promptly collapsed as Paul gave him a rather light punch in the belly. Ryan glared at Arron. If looks could kill.............

'You've been accused or rape and found guilty,' Ray intoned

'Piss off,' Ryan's voice broke he knew exactly what was happening. 'He was willing, he suggested it, it wasn't rape.'

'Bollocks,' Arron blushed bright red. He couldn't believe Ryan had said what he had, what if his friends believed the seated boy? 'You fuckin' liar,' he leapt towards the bed but Paul restrained him.

'Mmmmm. We have a problem,' Ray looked at Paul busy holding a wriggling and furious Arron. 'Who's this kid an old chum?' He glanced at the other boy whom Darren had crowded into a corner.

'A new friend.'

'Very nice,' Ray sneered. 'The next victim, I assume.'

Ryan blushed. 'Sod off all of you, you can't prove anything.'

'Oh ho,' Paul grinned. 'Fancy little blondes do we?' He looked at the seated boy. 'So do I but I don't rape them,' he kissed Arron lightly on his short blonde hair.

'It's his word against mine you fuckers.' Ryan sprang to his feet and took a swing at Ray which was absolutely the wrong thing to do, Ray struck in response knocking Ryan back onto the bed with blood trickling from a cut lip.

'Try that again sunshine and I'll slaughter you,' Ray snarled.

'He asked me home as he was training to be a coach,' the blonde boy piped up. 'He said he'd show me a few tricks. I thought we were going to have a kickabout in the garden but he asked me upto his bedroom.'

The junior vigilantes looked at each other and Darren laughed down at the sullen faced Ryan.

'Good enough for me,' Paul spoke to Ryan.

'That Arron begged for it,' Ryan came to life. 'He's a little slut, half the kids in the school have fucked him,' he attempted to spring up again and this time Ray's fist shot out and connected with his jaw, he flopped onto the bed out like a light.

'He's a liar, he's a bloody liar,' Arron was sobbing and holding onto Paul.

'I know, I know,' Paul soothed Arron and Darren left his captor and huddled against Arron's back.

'I believe you, Arr.' He looked at his older brother. 'That kid is a liar,' he stared venomously at Ryan's prone body. 'He's a rapist and he was gonna have a go at this kid here as well.'

'Marky,' the kid provided, his voice broke in a squeak betraying is tender years.

'I believe Arron,' Ray declared. 'Wanna see some justice done, Marky?'

'Yeah,' the boy looked wide eyed at the scene before him. He'd been scared at first but he was smart and he'd gathered what was going on after a few minutes or so. Paul and Darren were comforting the still sobbing Arron and Ray was standing guard on the now recovering Ryan. He could have run and they would probably have let him go but in his mind he knew that the kid on the bed would have probably had a go at him. In hindsight it was as clear as crystal. Yes ..... he did want to see some justice done.

'Rape time,' Paul grinned at Ray.

'Justice time,' Ray agreed. 'Old Testament; an eye for an eye, a rape for a rape.'

The two older youths bundled the three boys over to the window to watch and to watch out and they set to work. Short lengths of cord and a gag appeared and Paul began to strip Ryan's shoes and socks off whilst Ray held the struggling boy down.

'Whatcha doing,' Ryan sobbed and struggled. He was getting frightened, he had no chance against the black and the white strangers, they were both bigger and tougher than he was. 'Fuck off, fuck off,' he started to shout.

'Bugger this,' Ray shoved a discarded sock in Ryan's mouth shutting off the screaming. He tied the gag around Ryan's head holding the sock in place, whilst he had been doing this Paul had unclipped the boy's khakis and tugged them down exposing floral boxers.

'Shirt first,' Paul nodded at Ray and with a struggle they got Ryan's shirt off over his head and tied his hands to the centre strut of the bed's headboard. Ray was now secure apart from his wildly kicking legs. The three boys by the window goggled at the show in varying degrees of shock.

'Boxers?'

'Boxers,' Paul agreed and they tugged the gaily printed shorts down fully exposing Ryan in all his naked glory.

'Wow,' Marky exclaimed and giggled. Ryan was erect, Ryan had a hardon.

'Wow, indeed,' Darren grinned at Arron and draped his arms around his young lover and the other boy.

'Do his balls,' Ray instructed and Paul fished a ribbon from his pocket and smoothing their captor's heavy scotum down tied it at the neck securing the nads in the down position.

'What's that for?' Marky whispered.

'It'll stop him cuming if he gets too excited with all this,' Paul responded and looked at the three by the window. 'Some people get off on raping and being raped,' he gave Ryan a light slap on the belly which left a quite visible red handprint. Ryan was not having a fun day. He was totally naked apart from his boxers tangled around his ankles, he was embarassingly hard and he was at the mercy of two big guys with an audience of three schoolies.

'Missionary first,' Paul looked at Ray.

'I think they call it the Choir Master', Ray laughed and turned Ryan over, they removed his boxers totally and told Arron and Darren to hold an ankle each towards the corners of the bed leaving the junior rapist fully exposed. Marky remained by the window watching the show with his mouth open. He folded his hands over his groin, he didn't want the others to see that he was as stiff as a board, the whole carry on had left him turned on like never before.

Oh. my Gawd. The two older boys were stripping off now. The only naked people he had ever seen were his school chums at sports, now he was being treated to the sight of two fully grown young men showing their all. He glanced at Arron and Darren holding their victim's ankles ..... now there's a pair he'd like to see naked.

'Nice bum,' Ray ran his hand over Ryan's fully displayed buttocks lightly intruding his finger into the boy's slightly parted crack. 'Bit hairy though.'

'It's his age, he'll be a right Hairy Fairy when he's a bit older,' Paul looked unconcerned as he stood totally naked with his fat dark brown cock jutting like a spear.

'You go first,' Ray croaked looking at his lover's penis now oozing precum. 'Seems you have a need.'

'Yeah,' Paul knelt on the bed between the outspread legs and placed his hand on Ryan's shoulders pinning him down. The boy had stopped struggling now, perhaps he had accepted his fate.

Marky and the other two boys watched intently as Paul slipped his oozing erection between Ryan's clenched cheeks, worked it deeper and then gave a savage thrust.

Ryan's body bucked and spasmed as Paul's thick brown cock speared into his tender bottom. Unbeknown to the others he was totally hard but his erection was trapped between his body and the bedding and in any case was tied up. The pain of the violation made him screeam but the sock in his mouth kept him silent.

God, the pain and then he felt Paul's smooth belly on his spine.

Paul started to fuck roughly, fast and deep. he moved his knees out forcing Ryan's to move outwards and the younger man's bum to raise onto his thrustings. God, Ryan was a good fuck, it was a pity that the circumstances weren't better he told himself as he ploughed very deep and very hard.

Ryan's was sobbing into the pillow, the pain was never ending as he clamped his buns trying to stop the intrusion of Paul's thick manmeat.

'Relax, it won't hurt so much,' Paul whispered as his head dropped and he nuzzled Ryan's sweaty neck, it was the least he could do.

Ryan tried it, he let his body go limp and willed his arse to accept it's unwelcome visitor and sure enough the pain dimmed, it didn't go away but it was easier.

'Good fuck?' Ray asked with interest as he nuzzled at Darren's ear watched by a rather jealous Arron and a totally hard Marky.

'Good enough,' Paul grunted. he could feel the heat rising, he was about to pop. 'Jeeezus,' he rammed in as deep as he could and offloaded his load of hot cum into Ryan's quivering flesh.

Ryan sobbed into the pillow and tried to stop the saliva soaked sock choking him, he'd been violated, he could feel the cum thick and warm in his belly and between his legs as Paul slid free.

Marky on his own by the window slid into an old wicker chair. As Paul's slippery hardness had emerged from between Ryan's cheeks he had felt his own cocklet jerk and twitch and then the wet warmth in his own briefs, he had actually cum without touching it. It was so cringe making he just hoped the wetness didn't soak through to his shorts which were luckily navy blue.

Ray was next up, he followed his lover's lead by positioning himself and then lunging into Ryan deep and hard pinning the sixteen year old to the bed. The fuck was fast and furious and he came in record time ...... Ryan was double fucked but it wasn't over yet.

'Flip him over boys,' Ray gasped as he flopped out on the bed alongside the well fucked Ryan. There was giggling and confusion as the three boys and Paul managed to turn Ryan over and lay him onto his back and resecure his hands to the headboard.

'He's as red as a beetroot,' Darren giggled.

'He's as hard as a rock,' Arron contributed.

Marky said nothing but just huddled between them quite sure that his shorts were showing signs of his cuming.

Arron made the first move, he grasped Ryan's super hardness and slowly moved his hands up and down, Ryan's eyes bulged at the pent up pressure in his balls. Marky gave an audible groan, he could feel his cocklet filling out again, he was getting another erection.

'Take his gag out, the poor sod's suffocating,' Paul looked at Ray and Ray nodded.

'We're gonna take this gag out to give you air, don't yell or shout or back in it goes ..... you understand. Ryan vigorously nodded his head, his face was scarlet.

Ray removed the rag and Ryan gulped in fresh air.

'Please......' he whined.

'Please nothing,' Ray snapped. With an evil grin he bent over and took Ryan's blood red member in his mouth and gave it a gentle suck for a few moments.

'Stop, stop.' Ryan pleaded.

'Leave his ankles,' Paul said in a hoarse voice.

The boy's did as they were told and then to Ray's amusement and the boy's shock he mounted the bed and knelt between Ryan's outstretched legs. With a grin he hoisted the still pinioned boy's legs up and folded them back onto his chest. Ryan mumbled a protest as he felt Paul thust into his flooded hole smoothly and effortlessly.

'Aaaaaaah,' Ryan moaned but didn't protest as Paul began to fuck him silly for the second time. It was about this time that the ever randy Darren grabbed Arron and Marky and dragged them onto the carpet alongside the bed out of sight of the older boys still intent on their return rape. All the fight was out of Ryan now and he just prayed for it to end, he gobbled as Ray straddled his chest and carefully slipped his reawakened erection into his hot wet mouth. He sucked and salivated as Ray's cock slipped in and out and Paul's thick dark brown penis ravaged his sore bottom.

On the floor Arron and Darren played with an eager Marky in the middle, the three boys giggling and laughing dropped their trousers closely followed by assorted briefs and boxers. Marky squealed with a mixture of surprise and pleasure as he felt Darren's mouth and tongue at his tight little white arse and Arron's hot mouth take in his stiffly jerking four inches of boymeat.

'He's shot in his pants,' Arron grinned and spoke around a mouthful of succulent boymeat.

'I couldn't help it,' Marky blushed.

'No matter,' Arron resumed his meal and Darren assaulted the boy's rosebid finally slipping a finger inside the virginal ring.

'Eeeeek,' Marky squealed as he felt another boy's finger up his bum and then more pressure as Darren forced two fingers through the tight rubbery and slippery ring. 'No please don't,' Marky begged. 'Don't fuck me.'

'I won't,' Darren soothed and contented himself with slowly moving his fingers inside Ryan's prospective victim. 'Only when you're ready. I'm not a fucking Ryan.'

'Ooooooh,' Marky's response was a watery jet of milky cum quickly swallowed by an eager Arron. The smaller boy limp, played out and generally knackered the juvenile lovers immediately assumed the famous sixty niner watched by an exhausted Marky, the boys had lost all interest with what was happening on the bed.

As the two fifteen year olds on the floor worked their way to a mutual climax Marky finally plucked up the courage to pull up his shorts and peep over the edge of the bed and then to reseat himself to watch the culmination of the show. Paul was still pounding away on his second fuck but Ray was groaning and suddenly he tensed and with a slight move in his chair Marky could see the older boy's prick spurt creamy spunk into the captive's mouth and then all over his face. Ryan swallowed manfully but all the same nearly choked on Ray's cream. Suddenly Paul gave a long gasping moan and jetted and splashed his second load into Ryan's well battered and flooded bottom. Ryan's legs rested on Paul's back and he lay there with his eyes closed and his cum smeared mouth wide open, he was done for.

Marky grinned at the noise below as both Arron and Darren came in each other's mouths, it seemed that they were finished as well.

'All over kid,' Paul slid free dragging a flood of semen from Ryan's flooded bum, 'You're done.' Both of the young men sat on either side of the bed and stared down at their victim ..... what now. They were joined by a pair of heavily breathing boys, Arron and Darren had appeared for the finale.

'What now? Arron asked. He felt sorry for Ryan who looked absolutely shattered as well he might after what he'd gone through.

'Mission Statement,' Ray spoke to them all and then addressed Ryan. 'You interfere with me or mine again and it'll be baseball bats next time ..... you understand?'

'Yeah,' Ryan croaked.

'If you want sex; chat 'em up, even pay 'em but don't entice them up here and go for rape ..... you understand?'

'Yeah.'

'My brother and his friend and probably the youngster here will continue to use that field on a Saturday morning. I suggest you find another hobby ..... you understand?'

'Yeah.'

'Cross me or my man and you're in really deep shit,' Ray tapped Ryan on his sweat and spunk stained chest. 'You understand that one?'

'Yeah, yeah. Please leave me alone,' Ryan sobbed and began to cry long and hard as they untied his hands and began to recover their gear.

Arron looked at Darren, he felt tears in his own eyes as he saw Ryan curl in a ball with his cock still secured looking like a salami, hugely swollen and blood engorged.

'Yeah, Darren nodded. 'Final lesson?' He looked at his older brother.

'Whatever,' Ray shrugged as he pulled his jeans back up and cast around for his trainers.

As if rehearsed Arron and Darren clambered onto the bed watched by the older boys and Marky. They gently spread the crying Ryan out on his back and untied the tight tape from around the base of his cock and his scrotum. As Ryan mumbled a 'thank you' and sighed with relief they both ducked their heads and started to suck and lap.

'You might need us,' Darren remarked at one stage. 'But we don't fuckin' need you ..... understand.'

'Yeah, alright, alright,' Ryan gasped as his cock got harder and harder. Even in his shock he felt a third mouth at his privates and groin. Marky was on the bed and with sparkley eyes and eager lips took pride of place by swallowing Ryan's tender bulging glans.

When it was over the three juveniles carefully guarded by the big boys wiped themselves clean of Ryan's massive cum and got their clothing sorted out. It was all over and they all felt a sense of climax, justice had been done and hopefully it was all over. Ryan had turned over on his bed and they could hear his snuffles as he nursed his sore bum and his shame.

The five of them bundled into Ray's car with the three youngsters in the back seat.

'Right boys. We've got a life to go to,' Ray laughed and looked at Paul. 'Drink maybe?' Paul nodded.

'Can you drop us off at my place?' Arron asked.

'What about Marky?'

'I'm going with them,' Marky replied in a very small voice.

'Fair enough,' Ray laughed and Paul grinned over his shoulder, it was still only two in the afternoon. 'I assume that you're staying at Arron's tonight, Daz?'

'If I can,' Darren replied in his respectful kid brother voice.

'You've got it,' Ray turned the key and they were off.

Half an hour later the three boys were in Arron's bedroom discussing the lunchtime's events.

'Do you think he'll bother us again,' Marky looked at the other two nervously.

'No chance,' Darren replied confidently. 'Gonna join our gang, Marky?'

'How many in it?' Marky looked keen.

'Just two and you'll make three,' Darren leapt on the smaller blonde to be joined by Arron. 'The initiation is the good bit.'

'I'll bet,' Marky giggled and then fell silent as he felt Darren's lips press against his and Arron jerk his shorts down and nuzzle at his tight briefs.

THE END

This is a Sequel rather than a Chapter/Part 2. If Nifty don't put this and the original MARK AND ARRON together you can find it in their HIGH SCHOOL SECTION dated 19 Mar 04

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