Chapter 10
Ross parked his cycle out of sight in an alley half a block from where the twins and I waited in my car. The street was deserted. Mr. and Mrs. America were all inside eating their TV dinners in front of the tube. Or so I imagined while I sat in the car waiting for Joe and his mother's boyfriend to turn the corner. The twins were sitting in the back seat, blocking my rearview mirror with their bulk. They sat in silence as I did, waiting.
Headlights turned into the block from the main artery, and sped toward us. Joe had provided me with the license plate number, and Russ had it on a pad clamped to his handlebars. The car came rapidly down the street, and I felt my tension rise. Ross let the car pass his spot of concealment, and I saw as it roared past us, that it was a carload of teenaged boys out with one of their dad's cars for the evening.
Before their tail lights turned two blocks down, another set of head lights turned into our block. I tensed again, and this time as the car sped passed Ross, he flipped his flashing red lights on, and roared out after the car. He didn't use his siren, because we didn't want to attract unwanted attention. Our plan worked smoothly. Joe's lover pulled over to the curb just in front of where we were parked. Ross pulled his bike around his car, and blocked his front exit. I dropped my car into gear, and silently rolled up behind him to block his rear exit. I saw Joe glance at me through the rear window. I hope he didn't get nervous and blow the scene.
Ross pretended to be on the radio, checking his victim out. After an appropriate amount of time, and a few fortuitous squawks from his mistuned radio, he stepped off his bike and with his hand on his gun so the jerk could see it, he sauntered back to the driver's side of the car. He shined a light I hadn't noticed before into the car, and caught Joe in its beam like a frightened rabbit.
"Hold on Joe," I whispered. "It won't belong now.
Ross returned the beam to the driver's eyes obviously blinding him totally. He opened the driver's door and stepped back with his hand still on his gun butt.
"Please step out of the car sir." Damn he was authentic. Must be the training. Not a hint that this wasn't for real.
The jerk got slowly out of the car before he spoke. "What's the problem officer?"
"Sir, step to the front of the car and put your hands on the hood."
"What's going on? Was I speeding or something?"
"Sir, I asked you to put your hands on the hood of the car." Ross pulled his gun for emphasis.
"All right all ready." He quick stepped to the front and assumed the position with his hands on the hood, and his legs spread wide. This guy knew the routine. I began to wonder what his story was and if Joe's mom even knew.
Ross put his gun away, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He asked the jerk to put his right hand behind his back. The guy did it, but he started to turn around. Ross immediately put all his considerable bulk on the man's back, and in a flash had him cuffed, and sitting on the pavement next to his front tire.
"Hey, what's this about? I ain't done anything."
"We have a report that you were planning to sexually abuse the young man in the car." Ross trailed his light beam over his face.
"What?" He suddenly pulled into himself, and glanced swiftly at Joe in the front seat. The look on his face was pure hatred. "That little fag tell you that?"
"Sir, I don't know where the report came from. I'm only dispatched to check it out."
"Let me talk to the kid. He'll change his story. He's only saying that shit `cause he doesn't want me and his mother to get married."
"Son," Ross shined his flashlight into the car at Joe. You want to get out and talk to me?" Joe popped open his door, and was standing in the headlights in a flash. He looked properly scared.
"Son, you don't have to worry now. I have him in restraints. He can't get at you. Is this man taking you somewhere to have sex with you?"
"That's what he said." Joe's voice was trembling.
"You shut the fuck up kid." Ross bent down and put a beefy hand on the jerk's shoulder and he immediately lowered his head onto Ross' hand. It looked like he was trying to be friendly, except for the sweat that broke out on his forehead and the grimace of pain on his face.
"What did this man say he was going to do to you?"
"He said he was going to fuck me until his cum came out of my mouth."
"He said that?" Ross tightened his grip and the jerk stiffened up his backbone. "Stand up you. I'm running you in to the station." He easily lifted the man from his sitting position to a standing position. He turned the guy away from him, and pulled a dark blue bandana out of his back pocket.
"I'm going to blindfold you for your own protection."
"What?" The jerk sounded scared suddenly.
"This leaked out to the press about an hour ago. There's likely to be a gang of photographers at the station. I wouldn't want your civil rights impinged. After all, this is America. You're innocent until proven guilty in a court of law."
"Am I being arrested?"
"In fact sir, you are. You have a right to remain silent..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah...skip it." His history was immediately more certain. This guy knew cop routines too well.
"I'm going to put you in this car behind yours with three plainclothes officers. They will take you in for booking. I advise you to remain calm, two of those officers are the champion weight lifters for the state. They won't take kindly to having to struggle with you."
"I'm quiet. I ain't going to act up. This is a bullshit rap."
"Perhaps it is, but that is for the court to decide." He put him into the seat next to me, pushing his head down low so he didn't bump it on the door frame.
"Hey. What about the little faggot?"
"Do you mean this child?"
"Yeah."
"I'll see he gets home safe and sound." I started the car, and pulled away from the curb. The jerk started muttering to himself but I could only catch the repeated oath about fucking faggots. The man was full of hate.
Ross and Joe followed us at a distance, and we pulled into Harold's garage. He was waiting for us wringing his hands. We took the prisoner out of the car and walked him between the twins to the door into the kitchen. Joe and Ross pulled into the garage, and the prisoner turned to try to see. Lloyd tapped him lightly on the nose with a flicked finger.
"Nosy bastard ain't ya." Lloyd gripped his arm, and dragged him down the stairs into the basement. Harold closed the garage door after satisfying himself that none of his neighbors had noticed the unusual activity. We all hurried into the basement where Joe would get his revenge, and Jerkface would get his wires straightened out about Joe.
"Strip the prisoner." It was Harold, getting into the developing scene. Ross stepped over and unlocked his wrists.
"Keep your hands away from the blindfold fucker." Floyd batted the jerk's hand away before he could reach the cloth.
"What's going on? This ain't no cop station. What are you going to do to me?" His voice was becoming a little hysterical.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll shut up and take this like a man." Ross ripped his shirt buttons open exposing a pale sunken chest with patches of graying hair around each of his nipples.
"What are you doing?!" He almost shrieked.
"We're going to give you some of what you've been giving the boy." Harold really relished his role.
"You...you mean you're goin' to fuck me?"
"As many times as you fucked him against his will."
"Oh lord! All in one night?"
"For as long as it takes. You're ass is ours motherfucker."
"Oh lord. I didn't mean to hurt him none. I thought he liked a dick up his ass. He was allus readin' them fuckbooks with pitchers of guys doin each other."
"Well in fact, he does like it up the ass," I said, unbuckling his belt and popping his button up jeans. "But he likes to be asked, you know, treated like a human being."
"He's a faggot for godsake. He likes dick up his butt. I ain't no faggot. I don't want to be fucked."
"Well," I continued. "It looks like your number has come up." I pushed his pants down to his knees. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his dick was shrunken and drawn up to his body in fear. His balls looked like they had withdrawn into his body as well. I tripped him and he yelled as he fell onto the big rubberized dog bed. I pulled his dirty sneakers off his feet, and pulled his jeans off his legs.
Floyd pulled his shirt off his torso, and left him shivering on the rubber covered bed holding himself with his arms folded across his chest. He began to mutter to himself again, and Ross stepped up and gripped his shoulder again like he had out on the street.
"What are you muttering about asshole?" The prisoner turned his face toward Ross' voice.
"I was saying after the last time, I wasn't going to let nobody fuck my asshole again."
"Who fucked you before?"
"In prison. They fucked me all the time."
"What were you in for?" He mumbled something and Ross clamped down again.
"Molestin' boys." He whined and tried to pull away from the painful grip.
"A fucking child molester. I fucking hate child molesters." Ross had turned red in the face.
"Everybody hates `em," the jerk whined. "You think I like bein' turned on by boys. I keep tryin' to go straight, and I woulda done it this time if that little faggot hadn't a got me turned on so bad."
"Well, maybe we can break you of the habit once and for all." Ross started removing his tie slowly. The rest of us took this as a signal and began to strip. The twins were bare assed first, having had so little on. They were standing over the jerk pulling on their dicks, making them hard. Harold was panting over the boys, and was struggling with a bad knot in the lace of one of his oxfords. Joe and I helped each other with occasional touches and strokes. By the time we were stripped, Ross was removing the tags he had been wearing around his neck. The four of us decided to help Harold, who was so nervous he'd managed to tie another knot in the second shoelace. We had him stripped in a flash, and the six of us surrounded the rubber dog bed.
"How many of you fuckers is there?" The jerk was getting nervous too.
"Enough to make your butt hole sore for a month." Ross stepped onto the bed and placed his hairy legs on both sides of the jerk's head. He bent his knees and dropped to the rubber sheet and captured the jerk's head between his thighs. The jerk let out a howl, but cut it short when Ross slapped his asscheeks hard. Ross grabbed the jerk's ass and pulled the cheeks apart, exposing his palpitating hole for our view. Harold stepped up and pushed a squeeze bottle into his asshole and squeezed a load of lube into him.
Harold had provided a basket of condoms for our use, and now offered it around. We each took one according to our size except for the twins. Harold hadn't imagined he'd have to provide condoms the size of garbage bags. The boys were a little distressed until Harold got a bright idea. He bolted up the stairs into the kitchen, and we could hear him opening drawers and closing them. He relocked the door at the top of the stairs before he came back down. He had a roll of plastic wrap and several rubber bands which he offered to the twins.
"Can I show you boys what I have in mind?" The twins were clueless, and watched him closely as he pulled a length of the tough plastic film off the roll, He lovingly shaped it to cover Lloyd's risen dick, taking entirely too much time handling the model he was draping. He asked Lloyd to hold the wrap in place, and then strapped a heavy duty rubber band over his cock to hold the sheet of plastic in place. Lloyd was smiling down at the top of Harold's sweat drenched head.
Floyd stepped onto the bed, and pushed his brother out of the way. "Now do mine sugar. That looks like it will work." Harold was in fag heaven putting his idea into reality. He spent so much time smoothing and shaping the plastic onto Floyd's massive tool, I thought Floyd was going to fire his load. When the boys were covered safely, we looked at each other, and silently decided Joe should go first.
His bone was hard as steel, and Ross helped guide him into the jerk's hole and then held his cheeks open for him so he could do his thing. The jerk let out a low howl as Joe entered him in one swift movement. The kid was excited, and I didn't expect him to last long his first time in, but if things went as we had planned, it wouldn't be his only time.
Joe began pumping his hose into his potential pa, and was soon glistening with sweat and starting to shake. It took him a little over three minutes to blow his first wad. When he pulled out, I stepped up to replace him. My dick was larger, and when I penetrated his ring, he bucked and screamed while I sunk in to my nutsack. Ross' thighs muffled the sound of his protest, and his repeated wails of pain and degradation as I fucked his ass hard. It took me more than ten minutes to get a load into the chute, and I had him sobbing and blubbering between Ross' legs before I came.
Ross got up, and stretched his leg muscles. He sauntered behind the jerk, and plunged his considerable shaft in to the hilt. I thought I saw the jerk raise his ass a little for Ross' assault. Ross plowed him hard for about eight or nine minutes, and grunted as he filled his condom with a hot load.
Harold took his turn next and was so tiny and quick, that the jerk was trying to feel with his hand if there really was a dick and not just a finger tickling his hole. After Harold had squirted his juice, Joe was ready to go again. We all noticed, the jerk seemed to be getting into the punishment, and was holding his own asscrack open while Joe plugged him a second time.
He lasted longer than the first time, shooting his load about six minutes into the fuck. He was grinning and dripping sweat all over the jerk's back, and let out a squeal when he came. The jerk was pulling on his own dickhead between his quivering legs when Floyd stepped up to take Joe's place.
At first, his massive head would only batter the well loosened ring, it looked too large to even enter. The jerk was helping by pushing back against it while Floyd pushed hard to get inside. They struggled for a few minutes, until suddenly the head of Floyd's giant cock slipped through the opening. The jerk was panting and hyperventilating. Without warning, he tried to stand up and before anyone could do anything about it, had knocked Floyd off balance, and sent him sprawling on his back. He then proceeded to sit on Floyd's cock all the way to the bottom.
The jerk was having fun. We looked at each other and then back at him humping his ass in the air and then down again like an oil well pump only faster. He had a raging hardon that was swollen and red from the rough treatment his callused hands were giving it. He was pulling his ballsack down, stretching it to its extreme, and whacking his dick so fast his hand was a blur. He was beginning to mumble and groan under his breath. I thought I could hear him say fuckin' faggots over and over, but it was so indistinct that I wasn't certain.
It wasn't long before he was pumping his cum up and out of his piss slit. The thick ropes spat and splattered across the rubber sheeted bed. Floyd upended him again, and laid down over his back and started fucking him hard like he'd fucked Lloyd earlier for my entertainment. The jerk started writhing in his own cum slick, breathing hard and grunting like his breath had been knocked out of him every time Floyd touched bottom. He sounded a little like a freight train trying to make it up a steep hill.
Suddenly, Floyd was cuming in his butt. The jerk let out a howl, and I saw him shoot another load onto the rubber beneath him. His prostate was going to look like an Idaho potato when the night was over. Floyd pulled out, and was quickly replaced by his brother. There wasn't much for Lloyd to do but to punish the man as hard as he could. His beautiful butt was hammering the jerk like a piston. He worked at that ragged hole for over thirty minutes until he finally unloaded into the stretched and slimy hole. The jerk had cum at least once more during his ordeal, but he seemed to have lost control of his muscles. He lay like a rag doll on the cummy rubber dog bed.
When Lloyd pulled his spent wang out, the jerk's hole remained open. It was raw and inflamed inside. He moaned a little at the absence of a cock in his butt, and probed gently around the opening with his hands. When he felt how large the hole had become, he began to giggle. Harold bent over his face and directed a stream of piss into his open mouth. At first the jerk tried to pull his face away, but then turned back into the stream and opened his mouth. He realized he had to take his punishment or have it forced on him by the rest of us.
Joe joined Harold and added his stream of golden liquid cascading hot and salty into his rapist's mouth. Ross joined the party, only he began pissing into the jerk's open asshole. The sound his stream made going into his guts was like a bucket being filled from a height. The twins joined the piss party, and were hosing him down all over. Before our bladders were emptied, he was a soaking mess from head to toe. He had piss and mucus oozing out of his over fucked asshole, and he looked like he was about to puke from all the piss he'd drunk. He rolled over onto his back, and stretched out on the rubber bed.
Harold led the attack again, and straddled his chest and stooped and began crapping on his face. The jerk felt the warm feces falling on him, and wiped at it with his hand, smearing it across his face and chest. Ross was next, and laid along turd across his stomach the jerk picked it up,and began squeezing it in his hands. Joe's eyes were glittering as he watched his tormentor being degraded. He was feeling his revenge.
"Hold his hips in the air," Joe pleaded with the twins. They grabbed the jerk, and did as Joe asked. Joe sat on the jerk's butt, lining his own butt hole up with the jerk's. He had to strain a bit, but he delivered himself of a massive turd, that came out of his own hole and went straight into his former fucker.
We were losing interest in continuing the torture, mainly because it became apparent our victim was enjoying himself too much. Somewhere along the line, I realized we had created a monster. He was going to have to be satisfied some way, or he would be all over little nelly Joe again until he got a repeat performance out of his tormentors. Namely, us. I thought about it for a while, and realized with a flash of inspiration that our solution was already at hand.
We left the jerk to his coma on the cum couch, and had a whispered conference across the room by the bookcases. I pointed out to the rest of my torture crew that we had failed to make our point, and that Joe's asshole was in even more danger of being taken by force now than it had been.
"We've got to have a change of plan." I looked from face to face in the circle. "He's hooked on this scene we've constructed for him. He's on fantasy island having his most incredible fantasy come true."
"What can we do?" Harold was certainly on some kind of fantasy trip as well.
"Well Harold, how would you feel about inviting him to be your playmate. I have a feeling he'd love to be your bitch."
"Ooo," Harold cooed.
"Seems to me that you two," I addressed the twins. "Got off plowing his hole as well. Am I right?" They both nodded in unison.
"And maybe," I looked at Joe. "You got off a little more than you ought to have just getting even. Huh?"
"It was hot." Joe smiled.
"So why don't you guys work something out to get together on a regular basis, and take control of the problem, mainly that the jerk's a queer, and doesn't have to rape Joe anymore to get his needs met. You guys can get off as well in the process. I can't see how anyone can lose."
They mulled it over among themselves, and decided to give it a try. Once the decision was made, they began to look at the jerk in a different light. Joe went to the sink in the laundry area, and brought a cup of water over to the jerk. He lifted his head into his lap, and nestled it next to his flaccid prick. He pulled the blindfold off the jerk's eyes, and dribbled water onto his swollen lips. The jerk opened his eyes and smiled at Joe. He reached for the cup, and drank the water down.
Harold opened a fridge against the wall, and showed us all that it was filled with beer. He took one from the shelf, and popped the tab. He walked slowly over to the jerk and presented it to him. "Hi," he said. "I'm Harold. I shat on your face."
The jerk took the can from Harold, and swallowed about half its contents. He held out his free hand to shake, and smiled again. "I'm Delbert. Am I ever glad to meet you." The twins crowded around, and introduced themselves and Let Delbert handle their equipment and marvel that he'd had both of them where the sun don't shine one right after the other. "Best fuckin' time I ever had boys. I hope we can do it again sometime."
"That's what we want to talk to you about Delbert." Joe explained the idea, and Delbert didn't spend a second before his grin was spreading from ear to ear.
"Maybe if I can get fucked like this once in a while, I won't be so damn ornery." He gingerly felt his stretched hole with his free hand. "I knew I liked to fuck boys, but getting fucked by you boys has opened me up to new ways of thinkin'. When I was in prison, those damn cons would plug my butt nearly every day in the showers or the yard under the bleachers and once, even two of the guards took turns with my asshole. Trouble was, when they got off, they got off if you know what I mean. I never got to shoot my wad while I was gettin' fucked. I only got to jerk off after they had already done me and were gone. It wasn't much fun for me, but you guys opened my eyes as well as my butt. I musta cum four or five times while you all was doin' me. Best fuck I ever had."
"Delbert?" I interrupted his ode to the joy of a good fuck. "What are you going to do about Joe's mother?"
"Charlene?" He blinked at me. "Charlene..." His brain started to crank. "I guess I'm going to have to tell her." He looked at Joe. "I love your moma boy. She ain't gonna take it too kindly if she finds out I been fuckin' you."
"You're right about that. I'll think about if we have to tell her about it. But I want you to promise me you won't rape me anymore."
"Oh hell no. That's over. A thing of the past. Maybe I could make it up to you some how?"
"Just treat me like a man Delbert. And stop calling me a faggot. I might be one, but it looks like you are too at least part of you is, so lets call a truce and just be friends and lovers. Harold will let us come here for our fun if he and the twins can join us."
"Sounds mighty fine to me boys." He took another swig of beer, and tried to stand up. His legs were a little wobbly but the twins each took an arm and steadied him. "Harold, I got to piss somethin' awful." Harold knelt on the rubber dog bed in front of him, and took his cock into his mouth. Delbert let a another grin spread across his face as Harold began swallowing fast to keep ahead of the flow.
Ross and I cleaned up and got dressed as the five men proceeded to get more involved with each other on the bed. By the time we were ready to climb the stairs, there was a daisy chain forming with Harold at the front followed by Joe, then Delbert, then Lloyd and Floyd. Harold was straining to tongue Floyd's asshole. We watched for a few minutes, then climbed the stairs and opened the garage door. I backed my car out, and Ross rolled his bike out into the street. I got out and closed the garage door again.
"I'll see you at the motel." I waved at Ross, and got into my car. The night air was pleasant and scented with the smell of lemon blossoms. I thought about how things had turned out in the basement, and wondered if John's little beeper plan was bigger than both of us.
Ross and I actually slept! It was late Sunday morning when I woke up to him showering. I stretched and yawned, scratched my balls and picked up my beeper. Geez, fifty-four numbers on the little plastic box. I was going to be an old man before my time if I didn't slow down a little. Ross started singing an old rock song in the shower, and I checked a number in my little black book and dialed. The third ring was answered.