Chapter Eighteen - Bare Butts and the Ass Man
Chet never knew what hit him. One minute he was looking under the hood of his truck, trying to determine why he was having engine trouble, and the next there were hands on his head and a cloth with a weird smell and he passed out.
Butch and Leroy were gleeful. Their two cronies stood there pleased as well.
Butch spoke first. "Quick. Get him in the van. Then we'll strip him and take off."
"Yeah" Leroy added, his eyes gleaming. "Buck naked and we'll leave his clothes in his truck. He won't need them where we're going."
Their two goons went to work and had everything off in a matter of seconds. They obviously loved their work, since they muttered to each other and laughed as they stripped him.
From the front seat Leroy said, "Don't have too much fun with him. That's for later. Then you can do whatever you want to your heart's delight. But throw me his clothes and I'll lock them in the truck."
"Want to leave the hood up?" Butch asked.
"Yes, since that will mean he had engine trouble and went for help. If it's all locked up, it looks more like there's been trouble."
The clothes came forward amid a laugh from the back. Leroy snapped around and said "I told you to leave his dick alone! That thing belongs to me! And his ass belongs to Butch. You two can have what's left."
His words had a sobering effect and mumbles of apology could be heard coming from back there. That and a little slapping sound.
"DAMN IT! I said leave it ALONE! It's MINE!"
They shrunk back into silence. Leroy left the clothes in the truck and they started out for Leroy's farm.
Chet regained consciousness slowly. His nose and lips burned and his mouth had a funny taste. He tried to remember where he was and what he had been doing. He shifted slightly and realized he was tied up somehow. Even before he opened his eyes he became aware that he was naked.
"Well, well, Chet, you're awake at last."
He opened his eyes. It was Leroy. He knew that inevitably this would happen. When Leroy went looking for someone, he eventually found him.
"What's up, Leroy?" He tried to be calm. He wondered if anyone knew where he was. He vaguely remembered his truck giving him trouble and how he parked it to check. But no one on the team would be looking for him tonight. After the Dairy Squad initiation today, they'd all be doing other things, having gone their separate ways from the gym.
Leroy kept smiling. "Lots of things are up, Chet. We're going to have some fun tonight...well you might not, but the rest of us will be having fun. After that, a man from Grove Hill who liked your dancing at the motel wants to have you for his own private dancer."
Chet shifted and felt his arms tied behind his back. His right hand was tied to his left elbow, and vise versa. His hands grasped the elbows and were like a brace across his back. He couldn't move them up or down, and the ropes were tied so that he couldn't reach them to untie anything.
"Tied up pretty tight, are we?" Leroy stood before him with a pill and a glass of water. "I want you to take this pill. If you spit it out your balls will be sorry you were ever born."
Chet realized he was sitting on a u-shaped seat like toilet seats in some public bathrooms. But this one had a more spread U-shape, so his legs were pulled wider, and more of his ass was spread too. This device took the place of a chair seat, and gave anyone instant access to his dick and balls. One of Leroy's goons was standing nearby with a baseball bat, and at a nod from Leroy he shoved the tip of the bat under Chet's balls. His legs were tied and there was nothing to stop the guy from giving his balls a terrible hit. The guy grinned and gave Chet's balls a tap. It was hard enough to hurt and to make him feel sick.
"OK, now you've seen what it's like, open that mouth, Chet."
Chet decided to save bravery for later, and he swallowed the pill and drank the glass of water. The goon looked disappointed. He made little jabs with the bat as if to poke him anyway. Leroy stopped him.
"You wait. His body will be waiting for you. Just be patient." Then smiling he turned to Chet. "I've got a couple of games for us to play tonight. If you can overcome the obstacles, you can go free. Do you think you're up to it?"
"Do I have a choice?" The goon laughed when Chet said that. Leroy again frowned at the guy.
Butch came up and patted Chet on the cheek. "Got big things planned for you tonight, cute stuff."
Chet made a sound, showing his disgust at the name he was called. Butch asked sarcastically, "Oh, a boy dancer who jerks off for middle aged men shouldn't have a name like cute stuff?"
The goon must not have known about that because he laughed and slapped his thigh. His buddy came up beside him. He whispered to his buddy and they both laughed. Chet felt uncomfortable.
Butch continued, "Well Chet I'll tell you about tonight. I don't know what Leroy's got planned, because he's got your balls. Me, I'm the ass man. I've got your ass, and we're going to have a big time, and I do mean `big'."
Over at Zack's, he and Ricky sat on the bed. Ricky had come upstairs right after supper, saying he was going to do homework. Zack stayed to help with the dishes. Ricky looked up when he came in.
"Is it still OK with your folks for me to be here?" Ricky had stripped down to his boxers. His long legs were stretched across one side of the bed.
Zack nodded. Seeing Ricky in just his boxers always made Zack pause and got a funny feeling inside.
"Yeah, they understand. Maybe you could help me with some of the chores."
Ricky stretched and yawned. He lifted his legs and Zack could see that piece of meat flop to one side and begin to hang out. He was fascinated by it and he didn't know why. Actually he liked everything about Ricky, but it worried him that he liked this best of all. Sometimes when Ricky would pull his trousers off, the head of his dick would be hanging out the leg of the boxers.
Ricky noticed Zack watching him. He stretched again, which provided a better view, and then rolled over beside where Zack had just sat down. It flopped out of his shorts again. Ricky let it lie there. The head with its one eye seemed to watch Zack.
"You gonna get down to your shorts too?"
Zack shifted and cleared his throat without answering.
"Cat got your tongue?"
Zack was afraid Ricky would recognize his husky voice as being what it was: seeing that dick made him quiver.
"Um...OK." He pulled off his shirt and dropped his trousers to his ankles. Kicking them off, he pulled off his socks and shoes as well.
Ricky leaned over and put a hand on Zack's shoulder. In a quiet voice almost as husky as Zack's, he said "Why not pull them off too? You know how much I like to see how smooth you are down there."
Zack would have done it instantly but he was beginning to bone up. He felt the warmth of Ricky's hand on his shoulder, and he took a quick peek at that dick again. It lay there like an open invitation.
"Maybe I should wait a minute before I do."
"Come on, Zack. You know I like to see it. You know how I feel about that soft skin and the smooth balls. I just want to rub them a little."
Zack sighed and pulled them off. Hid dick was semi hard.
Ricky leaned close. "I turn you on, don't I?"
Zack didn't know how to answer that. So much had happened since Saturday when Gunter and his guys had made them have something like sex while those 14 year olds watched. When Ricky sucked him, it had been something he still remembered and was almost haunted by it. And then those guys rode Ricky up and down his bone until both of them shot off almost simultaneously.
Zack couldn't answer. Ricky put out a hand and began softly moving it over Zack's shaved crotch. Zack quivered from the touch. Ricky looked at him closely.
"Keep it shaved for me, will you?"
"Ricky, none of the other guys at school..."
"I know. But I'm asking you to do it for me." His voice was almost a whisper, yet it was urging, coaxing. Zack shivered.
"I'll help you with your butt. If you keep all this shaved, I'll do your butt."
"Why do you want me that way? It's like I'm a little boy...or maybe a girl."
Ricky's fingers were caressing his balls now. Zack's dick was totally hard. A spot of moisture appeared on the tip. Ricky saw that and reached a finger over to touch it. Zack twitched as he did. Then he saw Ricky's long dick beginning to poke out of his boxers with even more strength.
Ricky put his arms around Zack's shoulders and pulled him close, so he was practically whispering in his ear. "When we lie together in bed at night...when we are so close I can hear you breathing...when we pull off our underwear and can touch each other's bodies...I want to be able to touch you there and feel that white smooth skin and know it's the real you. No hairs, no crud, no nothing, just the real you."
That was the moment when Zack completely lost it. He started trembling all over, his dick locked into an irreversible rock hard, and he threw an arm around Ricky. On impulse he said, "Let's beat off. Let's do it. I'll lock the door. I don't think my folks will be coming upstairs anytime soon."
"We can do more than that, if we wait until they've gone to bed." For Ricky this was to be his trump card. If Zack agreed to wait, he'd not only have a sex toy of his very own, he'd have a free ride to stay at this house forever. It only took the ability to control Zack, to make Zack think having Ricky there was worth doing anything to keep him.
Zack's heart was racing at a hundred miles a minute. "What do you mean?"
Ricky gently touched his own bone. "All for you, Zack. This will be yours."
Zack began to plead: "I could suck it now and we wouldn't make any noise. Maybe we could suck each other. You know, like take turns." He was breathless, gasping in the intensity of what was happening.
"I was thinking more of the great butt of yours. All smooth and hairless, that little hole waiting for ole Ricky."
"Ricky, I don't know. Not yet. And not in bed. We'd make a mess and my mom would know." He ached inside. He was scared of what was ahead and scared of Ricky leaving. All he could think of was that bone waiting for him. He had never felt this way about anyone before. Carefully he reached out for Ricky's bone.
Ricky put out a restraining hand. "Not yet. Learn control, Zack. Wait for it. You'll get it...when the time comes."
Zack wanted to beat off so bad he couldn't stand it. His nuts were beginning to hurt. The sight and smell of Ricky had him helpless.
"Please, Ricky. Let's beat off now. I want to so bad."
Ricky gave him a hug. "I know you do. But you know you have to wait. If you sit here and breathe deeply, you can get your bone to go down."
"No I can't. It's too hard. When it gets this way, it's like it's locked in. I have to get off somehow. Come on, Ricky."
At that moment he heard his mother call him from downstairs.
"Oh shit." He grabbed for his shorts, but Ricky snatched them from him. He held out a restraining arm and said "Go out in the hall and call down and see what she wants."
"I know what she wants. She'll say she wants me down there right now."
Ricky adopted a more urgent tone. "Then go out there right now. Just as you are. Don't stop to dress. After all, you can lean over the rail and ask her to let you wait."
"I can't. She might see me. She might start to come upstairs."
"Well I'll guarantee if you don't get out there now she really will start upstairs and you're buck naked. You don't want your mother seeing that bone of yours, do you?"
He began pulling Zack off the bed. Two rock hard dicks were bobbing as they struggled. "Go out there, Zack. Don't be such a wuss. Do it for me. Show me you can man-up when the time comes."
Zack tried to dig his heels in but he was no match for Ricky. Ricky had him to the door and out into the hallway before he could grab anything. Then Ricky stood behind him so he couldn't get away. He pushed him to the edge of the stairs.
"What is it, mom?"
"I need you down here for a minute, son."
He couldn't see her from this point in the hall, but if he went forward she would look up and see him by the banisters at the top of the stairs. He shook his head and whispered back to Ricky, "No, Ricky. It's not funny. Stop."
Ricky with his arms around him and his head pressed close, giggled in his ear.
"Go on, dude. It's only your dignity you're about to lose. Let your mom see what a manly cock you're sprouting." He wiggled him from side to side making it bounce and swing. Zack could feel the body heat radiating into him. Even though he was scared, his bone wouldn't go down.
"Zack? Do I have to come up there?"
"No, mom!" He was desperate. Ricky had him less than a foot from where the protecting wall would end and he would be by the banisters and she would see him. Ricky was inching him forward.
"Well come down here."
Ricky gave him a push, Zack flashed forward and whirled around so his back was to her, and called out "Let me get some clothes on." At that moment she got a glimpse of him and called back "What is going on up there? Why are you undressed?"
Ricky let him go, dashed back into the bedroom and slammed the door.
"Let me get some clothes on, mom! I'll be right down."
"Well you better be. If not, I'm coming up there and straighten you both out."
Zack grabbed the bedroom doorknob. It was locked. On the other side he heard Ricky laughing. He was desperate.
"Ricky, let me in. My mom's about to come up here. I need to get dressed."
Ricky cracked the door a little. "What'll you give me if I let you in?"
"Well Ricky, after all it's my room."
"Wrong answer, dude." Ricky closed the door and re-locked it.
From downstairs his mom called "Zack? Are you dressing? Do I have to come up there?"
His bone wouldn't go down. He was naked and he was frantic. Up against the door he whispered, "Please Ricky, I'll do anything."
"Anything?"
"Yes. Please, Ricky, let me in."
The door opened. Zack rushed in while Ricky grinned. "Dude, you are so whipped. Are you that scared of your mom?"
"No, but my dick is so hard and she would see it." Zack was grabbing clothes and pulling them on. Even in his briefs his bone pointed up so hugely that it would show even with trousers on.
"OK, dude, but when you talk to your mom, remember this: Ricky doesn't do chores. Make sure you tell her that."
Zack gasp. "Ricky --"
Ricky took Zack's hand and wrapped it around his own bone. "Feel that? It's for you. Every inch of it. All yours. Now remember what I said when you talk to your mom."
Something in the pit of Zack's stomach turned to ice. He felt trapped. He didn't want to lose what looked like a new found happiness. But he didn't want to be Ricky's pawn.
He went downstairs, his horny bone nudging the front of his pants, wishing there was a solution to all this.
Chet watched Butch rub his hands in satisfaction. Ever since he and Leroy had done the varsity initiation to him, they had seemed to act like they owned him. That was 3 years ago, and they still weren't over it. He had hoped when the two of them graduated last year that the harassment would be over. But apparently it would never end. Chet sighed. But bigger problems were in store, because at that moment he felt a strong sexual urge, and his dick started to rise.
Leroy's goons saw it before anybody. They nudged each other, pointed, and guffawed. Leroy and Butch looked at them and then at Chet. They broke out in wide grins.
"Glad to see you're up, Chet. How's it feeling? Want a little action?"
Leroy said it, but his goons acted like they were ready to help out. They were obviously country boys, about Leroy's age. One might have been 20, but the other was about a year younger. They were red haired, freckle faced gangly boys in Levis'. They wore their hair long as if somebody on the farm cut it when it was needed. When they came close and reached out to touch him, he could see they never cut their fingernails: they were really long but not like claws. They were just rough tough country boys who seemed really anxious to have fun with him. He shuddered at the thought.
"We had fun with him last time, didn't we Butch?" Leroy asked.
"Yeah, and we were high on Tequila. Plus we had that big dicked Troy with us."
Leroy nodded and smiled. "Yeah, I remember. He sure could think of good stuff to do." Then after pausing a moment, he added "We've got good stuff too. Come on in the back and we'll set everything up." Looking at the two redheaded helpers, he said "You watch him good, BUT don't mess with him. Understand?"
The two goons looked at each other, nodded, and as Butch and Leroy went out, slapped their thighs in silent laughter. They immediately came over and hovered around Chet. It was almost like they had never seen another human being before. They reached out fingers and began touching him, particularly in places he wished they wouldn't.
"He's got more hairs down there than we do."
"We've got hairs, but he's got dark hair and those kind of hairs show up more."
"He don't have no skin to cover his head. See how it juts out?" He extended a tentative finger, touching the bone. It responded to the touch by bobbing. Chet breathed heavily. That pill was giving him urges he didn't want to have.
"They call that `cut'" his brother told him. Chet figured they were brothers or cousins, they had so much the same coloring.
"You mean somebody took a knife to him?"
The bigger one took Chet's erection and touched around the head. "When he got born, the doctor cut the foreskin off. It's a medical way to keep guys from jacking off. It takes away all the sensation down there and a guy has no desire to play with his dick after that."
`Damn if that's so' Chet thought. But the older one kept touching the head with his finger, like he was drawing a circumcision mark on it. Chet started to twist and his dick bounced.
"Well he sure seems to feel something down there, right fella?" He probed his balls, feeling their tightness.
He leaned forward putting his face right in front of Chet's. Chet just glared.
"He don't seem a might friendly at all, does he?" He touched Chet's cheek. "We have a way of dealing with unfriendly folks where I come from."
"And where do you come from?" Chet finally asked. That surprised the guy, who stepped back and thought a minute. Then with a wicked grin, he reached under the chair and grabbed Chet's balls, pulling them hard.
"The ball park! That's where I'm from. And I see you're from there too. Come along and we'll have fun."
Chet let out a loud cry because the pain was so bad, and the guy kept pulling on his nuts.
The younger one wanted to get in on the action too, so he pushed forward and grabbed Chet's dick. "Yeah and I'm taking a poll" he said as he grabbed at Chet's pole. "I'm taking it back home now." They both laughed loudly. Chet shouted with pain. The noise brought Leroy and Butch back into the room.
Leroy looked at them. Both boys hung their head. "You jerks! We're here to get Chet. If you try anything else, Butch and I will end up getting you instead. Do you remember what we did to you the last time we had to get you?"
The older one nodded. The younger one just sort of shrunk into himself as if he wanted to drop through the floor. Leroy paused a moment, and then he said, "Do you want to tell me? Chet might like to hear."
He gulped and paused, gathering his courage. "You made us run with our balls tied together. You and Butch chased us with belts. You busted our butts and we had to keep running and any second I thought we'd fall and pull our balls off. When we couldn't run any more, you came up behind us and started whamming out asses blood red and you kept screaming `Run you bastards, run!' So we ran a little more and then we just lay on the ground and let you do whatever you wanted to with us. We were too tired to care any more."
"Do you want to go through that again?"
"Oh no, Leroy, please. Please." The whimpering one beside him nodded his head fiercely in agreement.
"Then that's settled. Now for you, Chet." Leroy seemed to be full of his own importance now. "Chet, I always believe in giving a guy a chance. We'll have a couple of contests, and if you build up enough points, you can go free. What do you think of that?"
Chet knew that a chance with Leroy was no chance at all. He nodded his head without comment.
"OK. Then here's the first challenge. They are going to give you a 60 minute workout and Butch and I will film it. The goal is to go 60 minutes without firing your cannon. These two fine lads with work your dick, and it's your job to tell them when to stop. Also, they may decide from time to time to stop. But you have to stay hard, and all you have to do to win is not to fire off. Think you understand?"
"And if I win, I go free?"
"Chet, Chet, surely you dream. No, you get points toward freedom. This first contest gets you 25 points. 100 points and you go free. Are you ready to start?"
Butch had set the camera up. They moved Chet over to a bench. All four of them held his arms and legs as they untied him from the chair and retied him to the bench. He was spread out with his bone in profile for the camera.
The two red heads crouched down beside the bench. Butch adjusted the lighting and got the camera primed. Leroy took out a stop watch and said, "Go."
The drug by now had made Chet so hard that he winced when anyone touched his bone. If they touched the head, it gave him spasms. The guys discovered that right away, so naturally they wanted to play with the head first.
"Easy, easy" he gasped as they began their playing. The two guys were grinning from ear to ear. They knew Chet couldn't get loose. They could pretty much do whatever they wanted. They took their cue from what Chet objected to. If he said `go easy,' they knew to keep it up.
For the moment, Chet was generating enough precum to let them play with him. But they didn't understand a cut guy will eventually run out of dick juice and need lube. These two red heads, not having that problem, just let their tube do their handwork, just pulling on their skin, and so far had never needed lube or even knew what it was.
They touched and moved at first. There was no pumping, no stroking, just the joy of playing with a guys bone when they knew he couldn't stop them. They liked to see it bounce around, sometimes side to side, other times pushing it higher and letting it spray precum as it bounced down.
Chet had always hated being pinned down, even as a kid. When he reached that childhood age where taking a guy's pants down came along, he hated it even more. That didn't stop him from doing it to others, though. But except for the varsity initiation, he had never been penned down while someone played with his dick. That was the worst of all. Buck naked and guys doing whatever they wanted with your dick. And these guys clearly loved it.
Butch was filming and Leroy was preparing a dildo with a special cream. He knew that if its purpose would be to create the shock of feeling on fire inside, he would have to deaden the hole and pathway, so he had gotten some ice cubes, which he methodically broke into smaller sizes, while leaving some as big as usual.
For the two guys, being that close to a boned up dick gave the illusion it was longer than it really was. The younger boy took his hand and attempted to measure it, but when he found Chet's bone was only 6 inches, he thought he had made a mistake. So he grabbed it and started measuring again. Chet went rigid, and if he had not been tied down, he would have come off the bench. That fist around his pole sent fire all through him, fire and an intense desire to shoot off. He even tried to fuck the hand, but the guy caught on and opened his hand.
Chet was breathing huskily now. His face was red from the exertion, and he hated their smiling faces as they grinned and played. The younger one had discovered the flap of skin under the head that was the result of the circumcision, and he liked to roll it in his fingers. It was sending Chet wild again. Then he decided to use it to pull the dick down as far as possible, then let go with more spattering of juice as it flew upward to jump in the air.
They had been at this about 30 minutes. Ever since the pill took effect, Chet had felt like his dick wanted to bust out of its shaft. It was so tight, so rigid, and just aching to get loose. It was like some alien movie with his dick growing inside and getting ready to bust out of the skin. Chet knew he couldn't hold his cum much longer if they kept this up.
Watching all this, Butch said to Leroy, "Those guys would be happy for life if they had someone's dick to play with all day."
Leroy gave him an evil look. "It can be arranged you know."
The brothers were in Chet's face again, watching his reaction as they began pumping his bone. They grinned and taunted him. "Feeling good right now, huh?" "Like that twist I just gave your pole?" `Want us to go slow or fast?" "Tell you what, I'll go slow and let him go fast." They obviously thought this was the funniest thing they had ever heard, and their laughter in his face threw tiny bits of spit on him.
But something was wrong. All of a sudden, Chet was running out of precum. These two didn't know it, didn't understand it, and they were now dry pumping his dick. It was agony.
Chet called out "Leroy, I need lube! They're dry pumping me!"
Leroy was prepared for this. In fact he had anticipated it. "I've got lube. But if I let them use it on you now, you'll have to agree to let them keep lubing you until you shoot. Is that agreed?" Turning to Butch, he said "Be sure and get a good close up of what this is going to do."
He handed a bottle to the two guys, telling them to be liberal with how much they used on him. "Keep using it, no matter what he says." He gave them a knowing look, and they laughed with anticipation.
Generously pouring it into their palms, one grabbed his dick while the other grabbed his balls. Chet gave a loud shout of anger. "It's burning! What did you put on me? Get it off!" He tried to twist but all he could do was buck.
"It's just liquid heat for sore muscles. I didn't have any other lube. And you agreed. I'm sorry if you're not happy, but a deal's a deal."
The two red heads couldn't get enough of making Chet writhe. They had never had this much fun before. Chet's bone gleamed with the liquid, and it had begun to get a reddish color. The guy doing his dick went faster and faster, making sure the lube got absorbed without stopping. The head was in agony where some went down the piss slit. Whether the guy realized it or just thought of it on his own, he poured a little more into his palm, pinched the slit wider, and dripped some more inside.
"Keep working his dick" his brother told him.
The younger one, seeing Chet's struggle to not go crazy, said "Well I will, but right now I'm feeding the little pee hole he's got. It likes this hot stuff."
Chet was hollering now, tears of rage coming from his eyes that were now bloodshot.
"Just shoot, Chet" Leroy said calmly, as if he was solving a simple problem for a child.
"I'm doing his balls good" the other one said. "They're trying to pull up inside him, so I reckon he could cum pretty soon."
"Then I'll go faster" the younger one said, pouring on more lube and going up and down the shaft with such a rapid speed he was about to create friction burn.
The feeling started deep in Chet, an urge stronger than any he could remember, a desire to cum that was profounder than anything he had ever had. His butt began to try to rise off the bench and his stomach muscles tightened and strained. His whole body was consumed with the desire to cum. All his limbs went rigid, even his toes were scrunched double. He tightened his butt muscles and squeezed as hard as he could. He bit his lip, he twisted his mouth, he shook his head, and then finally...it happened! Finally the great outpouring started. Blast after blast shot out, while the younger guy pumped away joyously on his bone.
"We did it!" the younger one shouted. "We made him cum! Just look at that stuff. Wow-yee!"
Leroy turned to Butch even before the shouting died down. "It's your turn now."
Jennings got a call at home from Sam.
"Ted and I just saw Chet's truck sitting with the hood up in an abandoned filling station on South Street. Do you know if everything's OK?"
Prior to the call, Jennings had been wondering if Leroy would try anything further. "Did you try his cell?"
"That's what's so odd. The truck is locked up but I could hear the cell ringing in there. It even looked like some clothes left there in a pile."
Jennings thought a minute. "We need to know where Leroy is first. You and Ted come by and we'll go looking. If he's out at his farm and has Chet, he could be anywhere around there."
"Yeah, and maybe they didn't even use the farm."
Now they had taken Chet and placed him on his stomach across the bench. His hands were tied braced across his back, hand to opposite elbow. That was the way they had brought him here. It would keep him from reaching down to protect his butt. He had about 15 inches of rope between his ankles, and they had pushed his knees wide and heels together to spread his butt as wide as possible. The older redhead was looking at his butt enviously. "I brought a corn cob from home if you want me to shove it up there and clean him out. It works pretty good. At home we keep them in the privy for that."
Chet looked like a frog with his knees wide and the soles of his feet touching each other. He looked over his shoulder in fear when he heard about the corn cob. "Don't do that to me, man!"
The redhead replied, "It works good. You know how your hole can itch and stuff? Just ram the cob in and out a few times, and it scratches the itch real nice and you feel good."
Butch checked Chet out and saw his bone was still ramming up at a 45 degree angle, the head still red and fierce.
"Still hard, huh?"
Chet muttered in disgust. The way he was positioned, they not only had full access to his hole, but to his dick and balls as well. To prove that, Butch reached through his legs, took his dick by the head, and pulled it backward so it was sticking out below his butt. The two redheads got a big charge out of that. Leroy took some pictures.
Then Butch explained. "We're gonna have another little contest. If you do well, it might help to get you out of here sooner." He was still holding Chet's bone. He took an ice cube and held it against the head. Chet reacted visibly.
"I thought it might cool that thing down, but I guess you're still too horned to want it to go down."
Chet wouldn't have admitted it to Butch, but he really was still churning with cum that needed release. He wanted to get off in the worst way. His bone still had that tight muscled feeling of trying to burst its seams. The ice did nothing either way. It only reminded him how horned he was.
Butch leaned down and drew a line on the floor with a piece of chalk. It was about two feet behind Chet. Chet had turned his head to look back at it.
"This line is your goal. I'm going to see if you can send a piece of ice this far back, using your ass as the cannon. We'll put a piece up in you, and you can poot it out to the line. If you make it five times in a row, we'll let you go. Want to give it a try?"
Chet just glared in disgust. The redheads looked in awe at the big strong butt displayed before them, as well as the big balls, and that stiff dick that they so much enjoyed. They were anxious to use it all somehow. Butch gave them the chance. He looked at the big muscled ass, the butt that seemed to have been created for paddles, the butt that cried out to be slapped, spanked, busted, whipped. It was a rear end that could have been used in belt ads saying `The belt that does more than just hold up your trousers'.
"Before we begin, I think I'll let my two assistants have the chance to warm you up. Not that they didn't do it with that lotion on your dick, but I'll give them the chance to warm your butt for you. Which one of you wants to go first?"
The older one spoke up, and Butch handed him a paddle. "Before you start, run your hand all over that butt. Get the feel of it. Then when you finish, do that again as see how much warmer it is."
He did that eagerly, grinning the whole time. In fact, he was impressed with how muscular the cheeks were, how tight the tough skin was stretched across them, how fine the crack looked, and how he made Chet jump when he ran his fingers down to its hole.
"Think you can warm it up?"
He nodded eagerly. He reared back, lifted his arm wide, and swung in with a loud WHAMP. The pain went all through Chet, but he gritted his teeth. He might suffer from Leroy and Butch, but he wasn't going to let these two other goons get the satisfaction of making him cry or beg. Four more hits followed in quick succession. The butt began to glow red.
But the younger one was anxious to try his luck on that magnificent ass too. He took the paddle from his brother, spit on it and slapped it in his hand, and then let loose with ten resounding strokes. Chet could hardly catch his breath. "This is fun" the young one said. "How many more can I do?"
"Let's check out the heat factor" Butch said, and let the older brother make the test with his hand sliding all over the rump.
"It's hotter than before we started, and it's a nice shade of red now. Even one or two dark places."
Butch grinned evilly. "I'll prep the skin for you and you both can try again." Taking a piece of sandpaper, he began lightly brushing it across the cheeks. The blows had deadened the feeling for a few moments, and it took a bit before Chet realized what they were doing. He started to shout and cuss. The sandpaper didn't do bad damage, but it removed some particles of skin making the next blows more sensitive.
Butch stopped as Chet continued to howl, but told him "I'll put some lotion on it."
Before Chet finished shouting "No! Not that!" Butch had poured rubbing alcohol all over it. The noise from Chet was reaching fever pitch. Butch said "Chet, it wasn't the lotion. It was just plain old alcohol. It's good for you." Then he turned to the two and said "OK, you can go ahead now."
When they finished Chet no longer had any real feeling back there. So when Butch asked, "You want some ice for that?" he agreed. The redheads held ice cubes and rubbed them gently over the blazing buttocks. The cubes melted quickly and the guys' hands were dripping, but they were so caught up in what amounted to worshipping this butt, they went happily on. For Chet it brought a blessed relief from the pain and the burn. The hands were so careful they were almost caressing.
Butch moved to the next part. "Let's see how well you can poot an ice cube out now. You see the lines. I'll let my guys put a cube in. They can take turns. Hold it for 15 seconds and then shoot it out your ass."
The older guy went first. With Chet's cheeks spread so wide, it was easy to guide it in the hole. Then he gave the cube a push as Butch call out "All the way!" He got his whole finger up Chet, and then pulled it out.
"Fifteen seconds starts now!" Butch was timing it. Chet felt how cold it was and tried to hold it but his heat was melting the cube. When Butch called "Time!" Chet pushed out with all his might. The cube, much smaller now, came out but fell far short of the line.
"Bad luck, Chet. Now we'll let his brother try."
The younger one had always been fascinated by butts and ass holes, so he was eager to get to work. He had the advantage of longer fingers as well. He selected a larger piece and pushed it in hard. Chet winced. The process continued. When Butch called time, Chet shot it and it almost hit the line. But that colder piece inside him had been harder to take, plus he was sure the finger had probed for his prostate while inserting the cube. His dick was rock hard still, and now was starting once again to drip. Chet thought to himself `When I needed you to drip, you went dry on me. Now when I don't need you, you want to start.'
The older one tried again but had no better luck than last time. The younger one took over and Butch let him be in complete charge. He got another big cube, played around the hole a little with it to tease Chet, then thrust hard all the way. Deep inside, he poked around, having fun. With his other hand he reached between his legs to play with his dick and balls. He was impressed at how rock hard that bone still was, hot as a firecracker. The balls felt so full he figured Chet must have at least one more big load to shoot pretty soon. He worked the dick head for a second, then pulled his hands away. After 15 seconds the cube shot out, almost again hitting the line.
He decided to try pushing two cubes in at once. To do that he would use two fingers going up the butt. Chet felt cold down there, the ice was making his insides contract. But his butt cheeks were hot again. The effect of the ice on them had worn off. His dick bobbed for a second, and he would have given anything to be able to shoot off. That guy's fingers had been working his prostate to the hilt.
Two cubes pushed rapidly by two fingers went inside Chet. He hollered and gasped. He threw his head back and cussed. He squeezed his butt tight but the fingers were ramming upward and the cubes were freezing him. The fingers were doing something else as well: they were spreading apart, opening his hole and channel wider and wider. Then the guy, with his fingers still in a V-shape, began to rotate them around. Chet tried to come up off the bench but the guy used his other hand to grab Chet's bone and pull it down with a force that left him weak.
"Try that again and I'll break it" the guy whispered in his ear. The fingers inside were still at work. The ice cubes were melting. If he didn't pull his hand back soon, there'd be no cubes to try and shoot. Then his chute was empty and Chet tried to poot the cubes out, but they merely dribbled out his hole.
Leroy and Butch brought this to an end with an offer. While Chet had been going through the ice contest, Leroy had taken a dildo, covered it with Icy Hot, and gotten a piece of duct tape. He knew the ice cubes would prevent Chet from feeling the burn of the Icy Hot until it was well under way.
"Chet, we'll make you an offer. If you can run from here to the road before we can catch you, we'll let you go. Want to give that a try?"
Chet didn't trust them, but he was willing to do anything to bring this to an end. They got him up. The rope connecting his two ankles was about 15 inches. Leroy gave the final instructions.
"We know you can't run very fast hobbled like you are. By the way, be careful not to fall because you'd have a broken bone for sure" he said, giving Chet's pointing erection a friendly slap. It bobbed up and down. "We'll give you ten minutes head start. The woods are hard to get through, especially with your hands braced behind you back, so take it slow. We'll give you a gift to take along. Don't lose it."
With that they bent Chet over, rammed the dildo up his ass, and pasted the duct tape across the entrance to keep it there. Chet's colon was too numb to feel the heat, but his whole system reacted to the dildo. He was sure it would start massaging his prostate as soon as he started walking.
He took a few steps and they all laughed. "You're walking duck footed, man" the younger goon said. "It looks like you got a corn cob up your ass."
"Ten minutes" Leroy said. "Then we start out. You better hope to hell you're at the road by then." Giving him a hard swat on the butt they let him out.
The woods were bad, but Chet was willing to suffer anything to escape. He stumbled, slipped a couple of times but caught himself, and then when the road was almost in sight he started to burn inside. He realized what they had done to him. It felt like his ass was on fire, like his colon was burning. They had coated the dildo with something.
At that same moment, Leroy opened his GPS system and clicked it on. A bright dot showed him where Chet was. "I put a tracking device in the dildo. He's almost to the road. Let's go after him."
They opened the door to find Jennings and the linebackers standing there.
"Where's Chet?"
Leroy and Butch could have bluffed it out, but the brothers panicked. "We didn't have anything to do with this!" they cried. "Just let us go."
Sam and Ted grabbed Leroy and Butch and knocked them to the floor. "Where's Chet?" they demanded.
"At the road" the two goons said. "Just let us go."
Chet stood by the road shivering. He didn't think anybody would really stop for him, since they'd see his erection and the hobbled ankles. Plus his hands were tied behind him. A light appeared in the distance. A small truck was coming. It almost didn't stop. Then it did, and backed up. The man inside opened the passenger side door. He looked Chet over, then said "Hop in." With his ankles hobbled, Chet couldn't, but he could lean in and the man could pull him onto the seat.
The man was huge, with black hair and beard, and hands that were hairy as an ape. His arms looked huge. He gunned the engine and they started out.
He reached across the seat and grasped Chet's bone like it was a throttle.
"Looks like you've been places tonight."
Chet winced.
The man looked over belligerently and asked, "You know how to suck dick?"
Chet shook his head.
The man grinned broadly. "Well then son, this is your lucky night."
End of Chapter 18