Motorhome Slaveboy 13 (c) 2004 by hgo469@yahoo.com
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories that depict sex between boys, men, boys and men, kinky or nonconsensual sex or live in a jurisdiction where reading or possessing such materials is illegal - exit now.
This story is fiction; it is set in a parallel universe where the names are the same, but the rules of conduct are not - any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.
If you like this and want to hear more let me know - questions and constructive criticism will be acknowledged - flames will be ignored.
Chapter 13
Invasion - Part II
My first thought was that Spider had decided to escape while I was asleep, only I then realized that he was still lying beside me - that meant that someone else had found the elevator lobby. We were going to have to hide until I knew who it was that was on their way down. I nudged Spider and when he started to speak I covered his mouth with my hand.
"Someone is coming and I don't know who it is, we need to hide," I whispered into his ear. "Don't make any noise."
I looked around and then decided that the only place was in the large closet where most of the control computers had been when the base was active. The computers had been removed and the closet was almost as large as the control room. After we were inside the closet with the doors closed, I could still see almost all of the control room.
The elevator doors opened and two of the gang members stepped cautiously into the control room. They were each carrying a baseball bat and the older one had a gun tucked into his belt.
"That's Clem and Brick, they're two of Dragon's top enforcers," Spider whispered in my ear. "They both love to hurt people and think they are real tough shit."
I nodded and indicated that Spider should keep quiet for the moment.
"What the hell is this place?" Clem asked, not really expecting a reply.
"I don't know for sure, I'd guess it's some sort of control room from when there were missiles here. It looks like someone has been in here recently, see how there is almost no dust anywhere."
There was a muffled shout from inside the silo - shit, I had completely forgotten about James.
"What's that?"
"It sounded like it was coming from behind that door," Clem said, pointing to the closed blast door.
He spun the wheel, unlocking the door and pulled it open. Light from inside the control room spilled into the silo. Brick stepped out onto the catwalk and looked around.
"Hey, what do you know, there's another of those naked fags down there," he said when he saw James in the dim light at the bottom.
"I ain't no fag," James shouted in reply. "Who are you?"
"Who I am is none of your business, fag."
"Get me out of here and I'll show you who's a fag, punk," was James reply.
"Mighty big words for a naked faggot trapped in the bottom of a pit."
"The only faggot I see around here is you," James shouted up at the gang member.
Brick turned to Clem. "I think I just go down there and teach that fag a few manners."
"Dragon said we were to came back and tell him right away if we found anything. No one knows where we are."
"What's the matter, you afraid? Think the little faggot is going to get you? I'm going down there and teach that faggot a lesson, then we can report in."
Brick started to lower the ladder.
"The tough guy needs all those weapons to take on one naked faggot! Gee, I must be more of a threat than his words indicate," James taunted from the bottom.
"You think I can't handle the likes of you bare-handed?"
"I know you can't!"
Brick handed his bat and the gun to Clem.
"What are you doing?" Clem asked.
"I'm going to meet the fag on an even footing - I can handle one of those sissy boys without any trouble - what's he going to do, he doesn't even have his eyebrow pencil with him." He laughed as he started to undress. "He's naked, so I'll be naked - all the easier to fuck him."
Clem looked extremely uncertain, but he took Brick's things, placing them on the counter in the control room.
When he was completely naked, Brick again started lowering the ladder. "When I get down there you crank the ladder back up out of reach - I don't want the little sissy to be able to run away. I'm going to give him a real good beating and then fuck him 'til my cum pours out his nose." He laughed again.
"Here I come, faggot," he called down to James as he started down the ladder.
While Clem was cranking up the ladder, I slipped out of the closet and picked up Brick's baseball bat and the gun they had left on the counter. I could hear Brick and James taunting each other and then the sound of a couple of blows falling, but couldn't tell for sure just what was happening from back inside the control room.
Clem backed up into the control room and I swung the bat, hitting him right on the kidney. He gave a loud grunt and fell to the floor like a sack of flour. Before he recovered Spider pulled him into the control room while I closed the door to the missile silo. By the time Clem could sit up I was standing in front of him with the gun pointed directly into his face.
"The next word you say could very well be the very last one you ever utter," I said.
Clem looked up at me and nodded his understanding.
"Now, first off I think you would be a lot more comfortable around here wearing a lot less clothing."
Clem looked at me for a moment and then started to undress. When he tried to stand up I just shook my head and he sat back down. Spider piled his clothes on top of Brick's. Soon Clem was sitting naked on the floor.
I handed Spider a large roll of duct tape and he taped Clem's hands behind him.
"Do a real good job, I don't want him to be able to work his way free."
"No problem, these two had raped me twice and when I threatened to tell Dragon they claimed that I had fallen asleep on guard duty. You saw my public punishment. When I tried to tell Dragon what had happened he accused me of lying and that was why he decided he was going to make an example out of me. I really want to work this shit-bag over with this bat."
"Not right now - but perhaps later - for sure he needs it."
When Spider finished with Clem's wrists, he taped his ankles together as well.
I picked up one of Brick's smelly socks. "Open wide, motherfucker," I said as I pressed the balled up sock to his lips.
Clem tried to clamp his mouth shut, but when I drove the barrel of the gun into the hinge of his jaw, he opened his mouth and I was able to stuff in the sock. Since his head was shaved there was no problem running several turns of duct tape around his face to keep the sock in place.
I could hear Brick and James still going at each other in the silo, but with the door closed, I couldn't tell just who was getting the worst of it. I started to open the door when Spider said, "Please, can you wait a minute. I want to repay this scum-bag for what he did to me."
I nodded and softly pushed the door closed again.
Spider picked Clem up and laid him across one of the counters, making sure that the helpless gang member's cock and balls were still hanging off the edge. Next, he took hold of the bound boy's nuts and started to squeeze them as hard as he could. Clem thrashed about as much as he could and even with the sock in his mouth, he managed to emit a rather loud howl of pain. This just seemed to encourage Spider as he took his other hand and squeezed even harder on the helpless boy's already abused testicles.
I noted that while the pain in his nuts was extreme, Clem's cock had still come to a full erection. When Spider noticed this he took one of the shoes that littered the counter and swinging it as hard as he could he slammed it against the erect member, bringing out another howl of rage and pain from our helpless prisoner.
After a second slam of the shoe against the rapidly deflating prick and another hard squeeze of the boy's balls, Spider spread a little bit of his pre-cum over his own cockhead and lined it up with the puckered rosebud of Clem's tightly clenched anus.
"I'm going to fuck you, you can't stop me. The harder you clench the more I'm going to enjoy it and the more it is going to hurt. Your choice," he said as he began pressing his rigid fuck-pole into the helpless anus before him.
Clem's protests sounded like he was trying to tell us he had never been fucked before - this just made Spider all the more vicious in his attack of the asshole in front of him. Slowly his six inches of rigid boy-meat disappeared through the sphincter in front of him until his groin was pressing tightly against the smooth ass cheeks.
Spider pressed harder, trying to get every last millimeter of cock into his one-time attacker - causing him to feel the same humiliation that he had felt when the two of them decided they wanted to take his cherry.
Slowly Spider began pulling his rigid cock-shaft from the tunnel it had invaded until only the mushroom-shaped cockhead remained buried out of sight inside the bound prisoner. The cock-shaft was covered with specks of brown shit and streaks of red blood. A small trickle of blood oozed out of one corner of the anus where obviously a tissue was torn by the blunt force invader.
Now, for a second time, Spider slammed his rigid cock deep into Clem's rectum, bringing still more moans of pain through the sock and duct tape gag. This time he didn't stay buried as long but instead, pulled out as soon as he had hit bottom. Now he began a rhythmic fuck of the ravaged asshole, pulling out and slamming in at an ever increasing rate of speed until the sound of Spider's groin hitting against his victim's ass cheeks sounded almost like applause.
Finally, Spider buried his cock in the now slick and stretched hole, fell forward until he was lying on his captive's back and began to shoot load after load of hot boy jism deep into the helpless asshole under him. If I hadn't experienced his orgasm less than an hour ago I would have suspected that he hadn't cum in days.
I looked down between the helpless gang member's legs and noted that his cock was once again at full erection and a pool of his cum was now slowly running across the smooth concrete floor.
Spider pulled his softening cock from the still fairly tight hole with an audible "Pop" and rolled off to the side, almost unable to get to his feet due to the intensity of his orgasm.
"He is a really good fuck, want to try him?"
"Later, I'm sure, only now we have things to do."
Spider wiped his cock off, first on the captive's ass cheeks and then with his discarded underwear. "Somehow, I don't think he'll be needing these again," he said with a smile.
All I could do was return his smile, already Spider was getting into the spirit of what needed to be done around here.
Spider pulled Clem back down onto the floor and taped his ankles up to his wrists so that he was hog-tied and completely helpless. Next, he worked his foot down between the helpless gang member's legs until he was able to reach his nuts. He leaned forward, putting much of his weight on his captive's nuts - Clem gave out a muffled scream of anguish as Spider pressed down on his already abused balls. Spider lifted up off the tortured testicles and then pressed down again, even harder.
Clem screamed against the gag in his mouth and tears began to flow from his wide open eyes. Spider laughed, "You deserve far more than that for what you did to me."
I left Spider and Clem and stepped out onto the catwalk to see just what was happening down in the pit. James and Brick were still at it, but it appeared that Brick was getting the worst of it - it's always that way with bully's, they are only tough when they are picking on someone smaller than themselves or have the opposition outnumbered.
As I watched, Brick took a big, roundhouse swing at James that, if it had connected, might have knocked him unconscious; however, James saw it coming and managed to duck away. Since he didn't connect with anything the momentum of the swing left Brick off balance for a couple of seconds and that was all James needed - he delivered a mighty kick to the larger boy's groin that connected with a loud smack. Brick fell to his knees with a scream of pain, both hands clasping at his crotch.
James came up behind the kneeling youth and after weaving his fingers together delivered a heavy slam to the base of his head, driving the bully down onto the ground, unconscious.
"Well done," I shouted down to James as he stepped back to avoid any actions if Brick wasn't really unconscious.
"Now, will you let me out of here?" he shouted back.
"I can't do that without permission from my Master and right now he isn't available. What I will do is give you something to tie him up so that he will no longer be any threat."
I stepped back into the control room, picked up a roll of duct tape and tossed it down to James. "Use this, no one I know has ever been able to escape from a good duct taping." I smiled, but I don't think James was paying any attention.
James pulled the unconscious gang member into the middle of the silo and pulled his arms up behind him so that his hands were resting against the opposite elbow. Next, he wrapped the duct tape around the naked youth's forearms from one end to the other so that the only thing his ands could touch was the elbow. After wrapping the length of the arms a couple of times he wrapped some tape around the fingers of each hand and then taped them down to the elbows so that his captive had no use of his hands/fingers whatsoever. A very professional job, I couldn't have done better myself.
As James finished the last taping Brick started to regain consciousness and struggled against his bondage.
"What the fuck is this?" he said as he pulled against the tape that held his arms behind him. "If you know what's good you, you had better release me right now - otherwise you are going to die an extremely painful death. That's a promise!"
James delivered a light kick into the bound youth's side and then stepped away to avoid a wild kick. "The only one who will be delivering any pain around here is me, and as far as releasing you - not a chance in hell!"
Brick made a couple more wild kicks that James avoided. When he tried to get up James delivered a kick of his own that sent the helpless gang member sprawling back onto the concrete floor. Next James took hold of one of Brick's feet and began to twist it until Brick cried out in pain and was forced to roll over onto his stomach.
Avoiding the still free foot that Brick was using to try to kick him, James planted one of his feet directly on Brick's already abused nuts and pressed down hard. Brick screamed with anguish.
"The next time you try to kick me I'm going to put my entire body weight down right there and keep it there until those useless nuts of yours turn to jelly," James said with a sadistic grin. (Could it be that this boy was a natural Master?)
All of the fight left Brick and James was able to tape his legs together in much the same fashion as he had his arms.
"You win this round, faggot, but I have lots of friends who know where I am and when they get down here you'll be the one who is sorry."
James looked up to me with an unspoken question on his face.
"Actually, no one knows where he is, and even if they did they couldn't get in here to rescue him. He's yours to do with as you please - I know have to ask anyone about that." I smiled down on James.
"You better release me," Brick started to say, "or..."
"Or what? Now shut up or I'll pulverize those gonads right now!"
Despite James' protestations about not being gay, having Brick tied up and helpless there with him had given him a roaring hard-on. His six inch member stood up straight and hard in front of him. When he realized this, he tried to turn so that I wouldn't see it.
"If you don't do something about that you might pass out from lack of blood," I said with a chuckle.
James started to turn red and then he realized what I was suggesting. "I've never done anything like that before," he said.
"So, there's a first time for everything isn't there? I rather doubt that you'll ever have a better opportunity, or someone more deserving."
Brick suddenly realized what we were talking about. "Listen you faggots, I'm not queer. You can't do that to me."
"But you were more than willing to do it to me," James said as he stepped around behind Brick.
I retrieved a small tube of Vaseline from the control room and tossed it down to James. "I'm sure he didn't plan to use anything like this on you, but you'll enjoy yourself more if you use it on him."
James worked some of the greasy jelly out into the crack of Brick's ass and started working it into the helpless youth's rectum with his finger. Brick continued to threaten about what he was going to do to us when he got free, but James ignored him and worked two and then three fingers into the virgin asshole.
When he felt that the hole was slippery enough James withdrew his fingers and positioned himself so that his rock-hard erection was pointed directly at the greasy rosebud of Brick's pucker and then with a powerful thrust he drove his manhood into the tight hole, powering his way down until his groin was pressed tight against Brick's ass cheeks.
"YEOW!" Brick screamed, "Take it out, please!"
"Hey, he said 'please'," I said, "that's a first."
"Well, I do please," James said. "This hole is much tighter than a pussy.
James pulled back until only the mushroom-shaped head of his cock was still buried in Brick's asshole and then he shoved forward again, trying to puss even further into the man-pussy he was using. When he reached the bottom, he paused for only a moment before he began withdrawing again. Now he started to set up a rhythm, fucking in and out in a continuous motion, the rhythm picking up tempo as he settled in. His fucking rhythm picked up speed until the pounding of his groin against the other boy's ass cheeks sounded more like applause.
Brick's complaints tapered off and then, after a couple of minutes, he began bucking upward each time James stroked down, assisting his assailant as he rapidly pressed forward toward a monster climax.
"AGH!" James shouted as he pressed forward one last time and then held himself deep in Brick's bowels, shooting load after load of his hot jism into the helpless boy's guts. At the same time Brick gave forth a loud sigh and shot his own load of cock snot onto the concrete floor under his groin.
"He's all yours for now," I said to James and I returned to the control room, closing the blast door behind me.
In the control room I found that Spider had been busy while I was watching the action at the bottom of the silo - he had made a noose from a couple of strips of duct tape and tied them around Clem's cock and balls. This pulled things so that if Clem even moved his feet at all the noose tightened around his nuts, bringing him more and more pain.
I smiled at the whole thing and gave Spider a loving kiss. Clem tried to say something, but the gag kept whatever comment he might have had from being audible.
"I'm going up to see what's happening. I want to try to free Master Karl and Master Cole if I can. We need to take back the control of our compound and do something about these invaders. You stay down here with our prisoners. I'll make sure that no one can come down the elevator until I get back."
Spider started to say something, then decided that since I was the one who had rescued him I was in charge so he went back to his little tortures on Clem's body. He had found a pair of tweezers and was plucking the hairs from the helpless youth's groin, one by one. That had to hurt.
I waved good-bye and headed up to the surface.
To be continued...