[Note: Though based on events which did happen to me in the Pacific Northwest, all places and persons mentioned other than me are entirely fictitious. I did grow up in Oregon, but I don't think you'll be able to figure out where.
WARNING: This is not a story about willing partners, though elements of such relationships will occur in subsequent parts if I write them. The story contains scenes of intimidation, rape, and teenage exploitation which, though factual, will not appeal to everybody. Though some of them did turn me on, many of them were brutal and sure didn't appeal to me when I experienced them, I can assure you. Please don't read further if such scenes turn you off.
APOLOGY: The version first submitted had an avoidable formatting error. (MMSA Stories site does not accept formatting tags, which I'd have known if I'd bothered to read the submission FAQ. That kind of stupid error gets me three on my ass from my partner. You'd think I'd smarten up, wouldn't you?)
This version is identical except for the correction.]
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I'm writing this at the suggestion of a friend, who persuaded me that it will help me in coping with the aftermath if I write down a full account of what happened to me in my last year of high school. I'm not sure it will do all that much good, frankly, but maybe it will. It's almost two years now since it happened, but everything is still blindingly vivid in my memory. I still wake up with nightmares. My friend Jeb thinks writing out what happened can serve as a catharsis. I'm not so sure, but I do what I'm told. I don't think anything can ever change my memories, nor my nightmares.
Maybe writing this will help. Anyway, even if it doesn't, maybe my story will serve as a warning to other teenagers who read this. You gotta be smart, guys, a lot smarter than I was back then. I was lucky to escape.
I was even luckier to run into Jeb. We met at a track meet at Oregon State the spring after all this happened --Jeb was a junior then, and a star on the State track team. We've lived together ever since I enrolled as a freshman this past fall. I was pretty screwed up when he met me. I don't think I could have survived the bad memories without him.
For some odd reason, my most vivid memory is from the night of the first day. In many ways, it's strange that this particular memory should be so vivid. Much worse things happened to me later. But I guess it was vivid because it was the beginning.
The memory starts with me waking up screaming. Oh, I know this sounds overly melodramatic. But it's exactly the way I remember it. I guess I must have passed out, for I remember suddenly coming to, shrieking in agony. Or maybe that's just where the memory kicked in, I don't know. Either way, someone had been beating my ass, beating it hard. My buttocks felt like they were on fire.
I couldn't see or hear anything, but I could feel the pain stabbing out of my buttocks. The room was pitch black, so I couldn't see the men beating me. But I could sense their presence in the room. I remember my fear.
Pain suddenly exploded in my mind as I felt the strap slash into me again. It was an incredible shock, so electric that I thought for a moment it was a cattle prod. Then the strap slashed into me a second time, hitting with even more pain. I pleaded with the guy strapping me, begging him to stop. I remember begging him and begging him. But he just kept on, slashing blow after blow down on me.
When he finally stopped, it was only to drop down on me, pull my ass cheeks apart, and ram his huge prick into my asshole. His prick felt like a crowbar, stretching my anus almost to the breaking point. I felt his lunges hammering into me, battering my rectum like a pole. When he came inside me and finally collapsed on top of my back, it was a blessed relief.
The relief didn't last long. Soon after he took his prick out, the strapping started again. I don't know who was doing it. In the dark, it didn't matter. It was one of the others, I don't know who. Whoever it was, he was just as bad.
They were taking turns. They'd all beaten me earlier, when I'd tried to resist being raped. They were still turned on from doing that, still turned on by watching me twist and turn in agony in vain attempts to escape the blows of their strap, still turned on, too, by watching me try to jerk away as their pricks raped my ass. I couldn't tell if they could see me now. They must be, somehow, because the blows all hit with exquisite aim.
The pain in my ass was unbelievable. It got worse with each blow of the strap. Then whoever was strapping me threw the strap down, dropping down on me like the first guy had. His prick felt like a pile driver. Pain stabbed out from all over my ass. Every time he lunged, his pelvis smashed into my bruised buttocks like a truck into a crash barrier.
I screamed pleas for him to stop, but nobody answered. His friends had laughed at me before, but now nobody made a sound. As a matter of fact, there was no sound at all. I couldn't hear a thing.
I remember looking around wildly, trying to see where they were. But it was too dark to see anything. I knew they had to be there, all four of them. At least, I think it was four. My memory was confused. They'd held me down while the guy strapped me, and were lining up behind him to _f_u_ck_ me again.
I couldn't even see the guy _f_u_cking me. I reached down behind me to grab his prick, hoping I could slow him down or at least keep him from ramming in so hard. There was nothing there. I groped in the darkness. Nothing.
I felt around behind me, touching my asshole. Still nothing. I stuck my finger up my ass. I shouldn't have been able to do that. But there was nothing there. Nothing at all. I couldn't believe it. In my mind, I could still feel that huge prick banging into me. But it was only in my mind. There really was nothing there.
I'd woken up from another nightmare. I lay face down, sobbing on the bed.
That's the memory. As I said, it remains vivid. But I'm not sure it actually happened that way. It's funny how the mind works, that one remembers and recreates a nightmare more vividly than the events that prompted it. One's mind seems to reorganize events to sharpen their clarity. That's one reason my friend Jeb thinks it would help to tell the full story. He thinks the actual events may not be as bad as the memory. I'm not so sure. I think I've repressed the really bad memories.
Anyway, I'll try. So maybe I'd better start at the beginning, and see if I can write down what really happened that first day. I'll write this kind of like a diary, and will try to tell everything. I'll try to be honest. That's difficult, because it means I have to admit that I partly brought it on myself. If I hadn't been so _f_u_cking stupid, none of this would have ever happened.
I really would appreciate hearing your reactions. You can tell me if you think I'm hiding anything. This isn't going to work if I start trying to hide what happened, so I really need to subject myself to the discipline of your evaluations. That's Jeb's opinion, too. He says I've got to face up to facts about myself even more than the facts of what happened. He read my drafts of this story before I submitted it to MMSA Stories, and had to beat my ass several times to make me stop evading the truth. I may still be not facing up to everything. That's why Jeb has gone along with my publishing this in MMSA Stories web site. He's hoping readers will catch anything he's missed.
If there's interest, I'll write more chapters that describe what happened after that first day. If you don't think I'm telling you what really happened, tell me and tell my friend. I know I screwed up, so don't feel you have to hide your contempt if that's what you feel when you read this.
Jeb says to tell you he very much wants your evaluation. If you think I should get my ass punished for not being honest or for what I did, he wants to know. He'll do it if you give him a good reason. He reads all my email, so a message to me is a message to him. You can also email him directly at: jeb_loves_alan@hotmail. com.
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[1] . [11 am Saturday, September 14: First encounter]
The day had been perfect when I'd started out. It was clear and surprisingly warm for September, just the kind of day you want to spend hiking around and climbing. The country around our town is great for hiking. It's not very populated and there are mountains everywhere.
I was jogging along an abandoned railway right-of-way that went into the hills near my home. The railway right-of-way went on for miles and was perfect for running and long hikes. I often went there alone, seldom meeting anyone other than a few solitary hikers. And even then, it was normally just a brief encounter: a quick hello, maybe a short conversation, and then on again. I'd never run into anyone expecting anything more. Certainly not a gang of guys looking for gay s_e_x.
I'd had a sheltered upbringing. I was four months shy of seventeen and had just started my last year at our local high school. My parents strictly controlled how and where I spent my time, so I'd never hung around much with friends on my own. My dad was an elder of our church and my mom was super-protective. We lived on the outskirts of the city in an area with few neighbors and infrequent bus service, so almost all contact with friends had to be arranged. A school bus took me to and from school.
My dad was big on sports. I wasn't, but liked to run. Being on the school track team was our compromise. The only times I stayed in town after school were to participate in after-school team workouts or to visit the town library for a project. One of my parents usually picked me up afterwards on their way home.
That weekend, my parents had gone away to a convention in Seattle, leaving my sister and me in our housekeeper's care. I had no homework I'd been back at school for less than two weeks-- and so did what I usually did when the weekend weather was good: go out into the hills for the day.
The hills near us were really small mountains. The rail right-of-way provided easy access, extending all the way to Bolton, the city in the next valley. The track had been taken up twenty years earlier, after a fast highway was built linking Bolton to my town.
Near where I lived, the right-of-way had recently become a linear park that ran from the town center out into the hills. From there, the right-of-way ran through the hills for about fifteen miles before emerging on the outskirts of Bolton. Two fairly long tunnels linked the valleys through which the railway roadbed ran. Hiking trails had been cleared over the passes above the tunnels.
Through most of its route, the hills were totally unpopulated. Most of the area had been added to a large state nature preserve. There were cottages on lakes to the south, closer to the highway to Bolton, but none were within five miles of the railway right-of-way. No roads came anywhere near the abandoned railway route.
I'd planned on climbing a small peak about halfway between my home and Bolton, hiking over to Bolton afterwards. With my parents away, it was a great opportunity for going to a movie with a friend. I had a good friend there --he'd been in my class until his family moved to Bolton a year earlier-- and could get home by bus later in the evening.
I'd left right after breakfast, carrying a sandwich and juice in my pack. By eleven, I'd hiked and jogged for almost two hours. I was eight miles into the hills, very close to the peak I intended climbing. I was running along the rail roadbed, wearing nothing but running shorts and light-weight hiking boots. I'd started off wearing jeans and a polo shirt, but it was so warm in the sun that I'd taken them off and switched to running shorts. My jeans, underwear, and shirt were in my daypack along with a pair of sneakers for when I got to Bolton.
I came around a corner and suddenly saw a guy on a rock, only ten or twelve yards away. He was totally naked, lying on his back with arms and legs stretched out in the sun.
I quickly ducked behind a rock outcrop to observe him. He seemed to be asleep. His eyes were closed. But if he was asleep, he was dreaming extravagantly. His prick was fully erect. And it was impressive.
At that point, the railway roadbed was cut into a steep hillside and was separated from the rock on which he was lying by a narrow ravine. He didn't seem to be moving, so I slipped down into the ravine and climbed quietly up close to him, hiding behind a large rock about three yards away. Peeking out from behind the rock, I could see that his eyes were still closed.
The guy was really good-looking, with a lean but well-muscled build. His flat stomach made his prick look even bigger. He was obviously older than me, but his face looked young. I guessed he was no more than eighteen or nineteen, maybe twenty at the most.
His prick fascinated me. It looked huge, even larger than I'd guessed when looking across from the railway roadbed. Suddenly, he stretched, shifting position slightly.
I ducked down behind the rock in case he was waking up. When I peeked out again, his eyes were still closed. But he was obviously awake. He'd raised his ass up off the rock and was stroking his prick. His prick was longer and thicker than any I'd ever seen, easily seven inches long.
I could feel my own prick swell up as I watched him. I'd never had any gay experience with other guys --indeed, had at that time never had any s_e_xual experience with anybody-- but had often fantasized about what a prick like that would feel like. The thought made me shiver. Watching him, I couldn't help imagining what a guy that overs_e_xed might want to do with a kid like me if he were gay.
I couldn't imagine ever daring to have s_e_x with a man. Nevertheless, I'd thought about it. Most of my teammates on the school track team had slender lean bodies like mine. I was pretty sure one or two of them were gay, and had often wondered what they might do if they caught me in some isolated place like this. For some reason, that was how I thought about it, as them catching me. You can put whatever gloss on that you want. Personally, I think it was mostly because I couldn't imagine ever initiating anything like that myself. I closed my eyes momentarily as I thought about that, rubbing my prick through my shorts. My prick rapidly got hard as I did that.
I guess, looking back on it, that rubbing my prick like that was my first real mistake. It was dumb, totally dumb, to be doing that in front of him. When I opened my eyes, it took me a few seconds to realize his eyes were open and that he was grinning at me.
I remember what he said. "If looking makes you jerk off, kid, you might as well come closer." It was obviously an invitation, but I was much too embarrassed to accept.
I don't know why, but his lack of inhibition made him seem obviously gay. For some reason, that just made the situation all the more exciting. I knew the smart thing to do was just to turn and go. But I couldn't break away.
I remember flushing in embarrassment. "I'm sorry" I told him. "I couldn't help being curious."
"Don't feel sorry" he laughed. "I'm curious about you, too. Come out from behind that rock so I can see you."
I decided there was no risk in showing myself to him. I moved out to where he could see me, but didn't step any closer.
"Don't be shy" he grinned. "I can see you're turned on."
I nodded sheepishly. There was no point denying it. My prick was pushing my running shorts out in unmistakable excitement.
I'm reconstructing the conversation, but I think my recollection of what we said to each other is pretty accurate. I remember smiling at him and telling him it was the size of his prick that turned me on.
"I've never seen one that big" I told him.
"No?" he grinned. "Then come take a closer look."
My curiosity got the better of me. I went over to where he was.
"Don't just stand there" he grinned. "Get down beside it, so you can see it up close."
I took off my daypack and squatted down beside him. His prick looked even larger close up.
"What do you think? Want to feel it up your ass?"
"I don't know about that." I laughed awkwardly, embarrassed by his joke. I looked at it again. "I've read about pricks this big, but figured it had to be fiction."
"Oh, it's real" he smiled. "Feel it with your hand."
"Seriously?"
"Why not?" he grinned.
His attitude was infectious. I reached out and grabbed it.
I was amazed at my audacity. But I was even more amazed by his prick. His prick was so thick that my middle finger touched my thumb only an inch or so from its end. That was about the same as the opening all four fingers could fit in when I crunched them together with my other hand, pushing them in up to the second set of knuckles.
I knew that so exactly because I'd been curious about what could fit in my asshole. I'd played around with using my fingers to calibrate its size. You may think that a little perverted on my part, but I was intensely curious about anything to do with s_e_x. The most I'd ever been able to push in easily was three fingers, just past my second set of knuckles.
His prick was easily another half inch around, way too big for my asshole. I don't know why, but that thought made me even more excited. I guess, deep down, I really must have wanted what happened afterwards. That's what Jeb thinks, anyway.
You may well wonder how I could let myself get so excited. I guess it was the usual victory of teenage hormones over brains. Whatever the reason, I felt my own prick get totally hard as I felt his prick throb. Maybe it was because of his joke about _f_u_cking my ass. If that was a joke. I know I couldn't help wondering what it would feel like up my ass.
"You like it?" he grinned, laughing at my obvious fascination. "You can have it all, kid. Every inch."
I laughed and grinned back nervously, not sure how to respond. "It would make a great trophy" I finally joked.
"Oh, it's not that exceptional" he laughed. He raised himself to a sitting position. "Let's see yours."
Before I could react, he'd grabbed the back of my shorts and pulled them down off my ass, pulling me forward as he did so. I lost balance and fell onto my knees.
"What are you doing?" I protested.
"What do you think I'm doing?" he grinned. "I want to see your prick."
The front of my shorts was still caught by my hard-on. He grabbed it and pulled them down, leaving my prick standing out like a telephone pole.
"Don't!" I grabbed his hand. "This makes me nervous."
He smiled. "Oh, come on, kid. It's only fair. You've seen and felt mine. Why shouldn't I see yours?"
I couldn't deny what he was saying. I shrugged in embarrassment and took my hand away.
"You're no slouch, kid. This is a good six inches! How old are you, anyway?"
"Sixteen. I'll be seventeen in January."
"I figured something like that" he grinned. "You're really good-looking, kid. Especially with a prick like this. You're going to be a real stud."
I couldn't help preeening as he pushed my shorts and jockstrap down. I wasn't gay, at least I didn't think I was, but the idea of looking s_e_xy to another man seemed kind of cool. Nevertheless, I was feeling very nervous, squirming as I felt his hand move over me. But I was also very excited. Nothing like this had ever happened to me.
He grinned at me again. "You have a s_e_xy body, kid. You into sports?"
"A little" I shrugged. "Mostly just running, hiking, skiing, that kind of thing."
"No team sports?"
I shook my head. He was fondling my balls now. I tried to act normal, but my prick was throbbing.
"I'm on my school's cross-country and track teams" I volunteered. "I swim and ski, too. But that's not really team sport."
He smiled. "For a slim guy like you, those are the perfect sports." He was looking all over me. "You've got great legs, kid. You any good as a runner?"
"Not bad" I shrugged. "I'm not all that slim."
"Hey, you're perfect" he grinned. "Slim with nice muscles is cool. You're very s_e_xy."
I couldn't help preening a little more when he told me that. I thought I looked cool, too. At five feet ten and around 145 pounds, I was shorter than many of my friends. But I thought I had a pretty good build for my age. My weight was pretty much all muscle.
He looked at me and grinned again. "You say you're not bad as a runner. You win any races?"
I smiled. "A few. I came second in the regionals last spring."
"No kidding? What in?"
"The mile. I was fourth in cross country last fall."
"That's excellent! You still running for your school?"
"Oh, sure. I think I'll do even better this year."
"Fantastic!" His hand was all over my ass. "You certainly have a runner's ass" he grinned. "Nice arms and shoulders, too. You work out?"
"Some" I admitted.
Actually, I worked out a lot. We had a bench press down in our basement, which my dad and I both used.
He reached for my shorts. "Lift yourself up. Let's get rid of these."
I grabbed them before he could do anything. "You'd better not. We shouldn't be doing this."
"Your shorts are down off your ass already, kid. They might as well come all the way off."
I smiled nervously, shaking my head. "I'm not comfortable about this. Someone might see us."
"Out here?" he laughed. "You've got to be kidding."
"It's too public" I said nervously. "I could see you."
He nodded and took his hand away. "Sure." He smiled and reached for the socks in his hiking boots. "You're right to be careful, kid. We don't have to do this here."
While he put his boots on, I pulled my shorts and jockstrap up.
He stood up and smiled. "Let's go down through those trees. There's a clearing on the other side that's totally private."
He was stark naked except for his boots. Somehow, particularly with his hard-on, the boots made him look even more naked. He was everything I'd ever fantasized, radiating s_e_xuality. I couldn't believe how good-looking he was.
"Let's go!" he grinned.
I glanced at him uneasily. "I'm not sure we should do that. I don't even know your name."
"It's Kevin" he laughed. "That satisfy you?"
I shrugged and didn't say anything.
"You haven't told me your name, kid."
"Alan" I told him. I looked at him warily. "I'm afraid of going with you, Kevin."
He looked at me and smiled. "Don't worry, Alan. It's totally isolated. No one will see us."
He picked up his shorts and then walked over to pick up my pack.
"What are you doing?" I asked nervously. "That's my pack."
"I know" he grinned. "I'll carry it down for you."
He started down the rock towards the trees.
He stopped and looked back. "Come on" he grinned. "It's safe."
I shrugged and followed him down. I was nervous about going with him but fascinated by his casual s_e_xuality. Besides, he had my pack.
He waited for me where the trees began. He was three or four inches taller than me --maybe six feet two-- and had an unusually well-proportioned lean body. He looked incredibly s_e_xy, even more attractive standing there than when lying on the rock.
He put his hand on my shoulder when I got there. "You're even s_e_xier when you move" he grinned.
I shrugged and grinned back, uncertain of how to reply.
He touched the side of my face, smiling at my embarrassment. "Let's go where we can sit."
He led me down a path, going ahead of me. I followed like a lamb, totally unaware of what I might be getting into. Since then, I've often wondered how I could have just followed him so unthinkingly. At the time, it seemed the only thing to do. I had a hard-on most of the way down the path.
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[2] . [Kevin's clearing]
The path went down through the trees for few hundred yards, emerging in a small clearing on the edge of a steep drop. To my surprise, an old cabin stood on one side, almost hidden by the trees. A picnic table stood near the cabin.
In spite of exploring this area on several occassions, I'd never known a cabin existed around here. I could hear the sound of a waterfall and realized we must be near the small river which drained this area. The rail roadbed had crossed the river about half a mile back.
"Is this place yours?" I asked.
"Oh, no" he laughed, heading toward the cabin. "Nobody lives here. The cabin's been abandoned for decades."
Kevin dropped my pack on the cabin porch, threw his shorts on top, and got something from another pack. Then he went to the table. "Let's sit here."
I glanced at him uneasily. "You really think it's safe?"
"Absolutely" he grinned, sitting on top. He patted the table beside him. "Come on, kid. Climb up beside me. No one can see you here."
I climbed up beside him, feeling very self-conscious. I'd never done anything like that ever before. But that's no excuse. I have to admit that I knew perfectly well, even then, that I was crazy to do what I did. By climbing up there with him on the table and letting him strip off my clothes, I basically let myself in for everything that happened to me later.
I sat beside him, feeling awkward about sitting beside a naked man. If I'd had more clothes on, I wouldn't have been quite so embarrassed. I couldn't take my eyes off his hard-on, which was sticking straight out between his legs. My own prick was hidden in my shorts, almost as hard.
"You're shy, kid" he smiled, putting his hand on my thigh. "Put your hand on my prick."
His prick was totally hard. When I took it my hand, I could feel it throbbing. My amazement must have showed. He grinned and put his arm around my shoulders.
The way he was holding me made me realize just how much bigger he was. Though lean, he had broad shoulders and powerful arms. I leant against him as he held me, feeling the touch of his skin on mine. He was totally naked, and I had only my shorts and hiking boots on.
I remember his next words. "You've got a really neat body. Lie back so I can see it all."
He put his other hand on my chest and pushed gently. I suppose I could have resisted, but I didn't. I stretched back on the table, looking up at him. He put his hand between my legs, fondling the inside of my thigh. I spread my legs apart to give him better access. I feel embarrassed even now, telling you how I acted. I was behaving exactly like a bitch in heat.
"We shouldn't be doing this" I said in embarrassment.
Looking back on it, I have to laugh at my protests. They seem so patently false when coupled with what my body language was communicating. It's no wonder they weren't believed.
Kevin looked at me and smiled. "Sure we should."
He was obviously aware of the swelling in my crotch. He moved his hand up and reached in under my shorts.
"Just relax" he smiled.
His fingers were incredibly exciting as they reached up to feel my prick. My prick was hard, but confined by my jockstrap. He pushed it out underneath my jockstrap, feeling it swell up even more as it became free.
"You're really turned on" he grinned, tightening his grip on my prick. "You do this often?"
"No." I shook my head. "Never."
He laughed. "Don't put me on, kid. This can't be your first time."
I shrugged. "Some time has to be."
He looked at me quizzically. "Well, if it is, I'm honored."
He pulled my shorts and jockstrap down over my prick. As he did, I couldn't help responding, raising my ass up to push my prick into his hand.
He grinned. "You're really into this."
I nodded, feeling really excited. "I can't help it."
"I can see that. You're incredibly s_e_xy."
I felt very apprehensive, acutely aware that I shouldn't be doing this. At the same time, I didn't want him to stop. I'd never felt anyone's hand on my prick before. Well, other than my own. I didn't want him to stop.
He grinned at my excitement. "You're a real turn-on, kid, that's for sure. Let's get rid of these."
I lay where I was as he undid my hiking boots. I was totally passive, ready to let him do anything he chose. He pulled my boots off and dropped them over the side. Then he did the same with my socks.
"That's better" he grinned. "Now let's get rid of these."
He put one hand on my chest and reached under me with the other, pushing under my ass to lift it up off the table.
"You have a great body, kid. I bet you'll be a fantastic _f_u_ck."
"Oh, I'm not into that" I retorted warily.
He laughed. "Tell me another, kid." He pulled my shorts and jock strap down off my buttocks onto the backs of my thighs. "I bet you get it often."
"No, I don't" I said quickly. I grabbed my shorts. "You'd better not take them off!"
"Don't tell me you don't want it, kid" he grinned, pulling my shorts down over my prick. "Not with a hard-on like that. Let go your shorts, so I can get rid of them."
I shook my head. "We're going too far."
"Oh, sure" he grinned.
I was lying on my back, with my ass still raised, my shorts on my thighs, and my hard-on pointing to the sky. I realized everything I was displaying contradicted what I was saying. And it's true, part of my brain did want to do it. Even so, I was very nervous. I'd never been with anyone like Kevin and was beginning to get scared of what might happen. The situation was rapidly getting out of control.
"I'm afraid of what you'll want to do if we're both naked" I blurted out.
He laughed. "You know perfectly well what I want to do, kid. It's what you want, too. So let's do it."
Suddenly, in one quick motion, he grabbed my legs and pulled them up over me. I was too surprised to resist. By the time I reacted, he'd pulled my shorts and jockstrap up over my knees and moved on top of me, pinning me to the table.
"What are you doing?" I demanded fearfully. "Let me up!"
He shook his head and grinned. "No way, kid. I'm _f_u_cking your ass. Don't pretend you don't want it."
"I don't! Honest! Please, Kevin! I don't want this!"
He didn't bother replying. He held me down with one hand, using his other hand to work my shorts and jockstrap up my legs so he could push them off. I was totally naked now. He tossed the shorts onto the ground and dropped down on me, pulling my ass up off the table as he pressed down on the backs of my knees.
"No!" I pleaded, shaking my head fiercely. "Please don't do this!!"
His weight pinned me down as he reached for the tube he'd brought from the porch. He opened it with one hand, squeezed some kind of lube onto his fingers, and lifted his ass up so he could reach down to spread it around on his prick. Then he got some more from the tube and reached down to my asshole.
"Don't do that!" I protested as he spread it around. "Let me up!"
He laughed and pushed two fingers in, pushing some lube inside.
"Stop!" I cried, trying to get away. "You mustn't do this!"
He laughed again as he moved his finger around. "You're a real tease."
He took his finger out and pushed my legs down on either side of my chest, pushing his prick against my asshole. My ass was wide open now, leaving my asshole totally exposed. I tried to twist away but the weight of his body held me down.
I moaned in fear as his prick pushed against my asshole, all excitement gone. It was one thing to fantasize about being raped, but something totally different for it actually to be happening.
"Please!" I begged fearfully. "You mustn't do this!"
He laughed, pushing in even harder. I desperately tried to twist away but was immobilized by his weight. Suddenly the head of his prick popped through, pushing in a couple of inches. It stretched my anus painfully.
"Get off me!" I pleaded, really frightened now. "You're hurting me!"
He laughed again. "Stop teasing! I know you want it."
"No! Please!"
He laughed and pushed my legs down further, forcing my ass up toward him as he pushed his prick down into me. He was pushing it in hard, but hadn't succeeded in penetrating much further.
"God! You sure have a tight ass, kid! You're going to be a great _f_u_ck, that's for sure!"
His prick felt incredibly thick behind its tip.
"Don't push in any further!" I begged. "Please! You'll split my asshole!"
"Come on, kid, don't play with me. You're putting me on. This can't possibly be your first time."
"It is! Please! I've never done this before! I've never done anything like this!"
"You're not putting me on? That's why you're so _f_u_cking tight?"
"No! I'm not! Honest!"
"Fantastic!" he laughed. He suddenly pushed in another inch, stretching my asshole even further.
I cried out in pain, redoubling my efforts to get out from under.
I was really terrified now. "Please!" I begged. "You've got to stop! Your prick is way too big for me! You'll tear my asshole!"
He grinned as he kept pushing in. "Don't worry about it, kid. That often happens the first time. It's no big deal."
"It'll rip!"
"I doubt it. But if it does, it's only a little blood. It'll heal."
"No!" I begged. "Please! You mustn't do this!"
"Stop fighting me, kid. Just lie back and open up your ass."
"NO!!!" I screamed as he increased the pressure. "PLEASE! TAKE IT OUT!"
He smiled and drew back, pulling his prick out. "You like that better?"
I gasped in relief. "Oh, thank you! Thank you!"
"Don't mention it" he grinned. "I'll do it again."
He raised his ass and plunged in again, this time ramming it in really hard. The pain was terrible. I shrieked in agony.
He'd plunged much further in that time. He drew back and lunged in again, pushing in even deeper. By now, easily half his prick was buried in my ass.
"PLEASE STOP!" I shrieked, struggling to escape. "PLEASE!"
He was lunging hard now. Each time he lunged, he penetrated further, stretching my anus a little more. The pain in my ass was terrible. I tried to twist away, but he held me in an iron grip, pushing down on my legs as he lunged into me. A good part of his prick was inside me now, stretching my anus incredibly.
"Let me go! Please!"
Suddenly, I succeeded in twisting up on an elbow.
"Get back down" he demanded, pushing down on my shoulder.
"No! Let me go! You've got to stop!"
"F_u_ck that!" he grinned, moving over to push down with both hands. "I'm going all the way, kid. And you'll love it."
"No! You can't do this!"
I couldn't withstand the pressure on my shoulders. I dropped down on the table and rolled over, pulling him with me. He lost his balance and rolled off the table, taking me with him. He yelled in pain as his ass hit the bench.
When we tumbled down onto the ground, my ass hit first. He landed on top of me, knocking the wind out of me.
Both of us got up fast, but I was beneath him and winded. He spun me around and punched me in my gut, grabbing one of my arms as I doubled over.
"You _f_u_cking _sh_i_t! I'd almost come!"
Before I could resist, he'd punched me again. "You don't _f_u_ck_ me over like that, kid!"
He grabbed both of my arms, pushed me down over the end of the table, and slapped my ass hard.
"F_u_ck off!" I cried, trying to free myself.
He held me down with one hand, slapping me with the other.
"Let me go! Stop slapping me!"
"No way!" he laughed grimly. "I should have done this earlier."
He was slapping me hard. "PLEASE!" I begged. "You're hurting me!"
"I sure as hell hope so."
He was slapping really hard now. "OWWWHH!! PLEASE!!" And fast. "OWWWHHHH!! F_U_CK!! THAT HURTS! LET ME UP!"
He didn't let up. I'd tried to twist out from under him, but he'd wrenched my arm up behind me, pushing down on my back. He was obviously a lot stronger than I was, for he held me down easily.
"OWWWHHH!!!" He was still slapping me. "PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME ANY MORE! OWWHHH!! PLEASE!!"
He kept on slapping my ass, concentrating on the underside of my buttocks. My ass was beginning to burn.
"PLEASE STOP!" I begged. "PLEASE!!!"
"I'll stop when I want to stop, kid. You're going to stop playing games with me."
"I'M NOT PLAYING GAMES! LET ME GO!" My ass was really blazing now.
Suddenly he stopped slapping me. "F_u_ck! I can't wait!" He moved behind me and grabbed my buttocks. "Open your ass!"
"No _f_u_cking way!" I sobbed angrily, clenching them tightly. "Get off me!"
He started slapping me again. "Open your ass or you'll really get it!"
"F_u_ck you! You're not sticking that prick up my ass again! OOWWHHH!! OH GOD!!! PLEASE!!!!"
He was slapping me hard. "AOOWWWHHH!! _F_U_CK!!" I was really angry now. "LET ME GO!"
He laughed. "No _f_u_cking way, kid! Not until I _f_u_ck that ass."
He suddenly stopped slapping me, grabbing my buttocks again. I clenched them together as he dug his fingers into the cheeks of my buttocks, pulling them apart. I tried to twist away, but he had too good a hold with his other hand. His other hand was still gripping my arm, pushing it up into my back.
"You'll never _f_u_ck_ me!" I proclaimed angrily. "NEVER!!"
He laughed. "You think so?" He reached down with his free hand, grabbed my balls, and squeezed.
I screamed in terror. "STOP! DON'T DO THAT!!"
"Then open up your ass. If you don't stop fighting me, I'll pull your f_u_cking nuts right off."
He squeezed again.
"NO!!" I shrieked. "PLEASE!!"
He suddenly changed his attack, pulling my buttocks apart. He pushed his prick against my anus, pushing it in between my cheeks before I could clench them together. By now, I was really frantic.
"HELP!" I yelled. His prick was inside me now. "PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME!"
He laughed as he pushed in further. "That's good, kid. Scream all you like." He raised his voice. "HELP!" he mimicked, laughing at me in a falsetto voice. "HELP!!! WE NEED HELP!!!"
His laughter made me really angry. "You _f_u_cking bastard!" I sobbed. "F_u_ck you!"
"F_u_ck you too!" he grinned. "That's exactly what you're getting."
He was holding my arms with both hands now, pushing me down as he lunged into me.
"F_u_ck! You're _f_u_cking good, kid!"
His lunges had pushed his prick in all the way. His torso was banging into my buttocks, banging faster and faster as his lunges accelerated.
"OH JESUS!!!" he was gasping. "JESUS, KID!!! YOU'RE NOT JUST GOOD!!! YOU'RE _F_U_CKING OUTSTANDING!!!"
Maybe it was good for him, but it sure wasn't for me. "PLEASE!!!" I begged. "PLEASE, KEVIN, YOU'RE HURTING ME!! PLEASE STOP!!! OKAY??"
He paid no attention. "OH GOD!!! WOW!!!" He was lunging hard now. "F_U_CK!!! OH GOD, KID!!! YOU'RE SO _F_U_CKING GOOD!!!!"
"OH PLEASE!!!!" I was beside myself. "PLEASE!!!"
He looked at me and laughed. "Relax, kid! Lie back and enjoy it!"
"I can't!" I cried. "It really hurts!"
"OH JESUS!!!!" he exulted. I don't think he even heard my pleas. He was lunging hard now, his lunges coming incredibly fast. "OH GOD!!! I'M CUMMING!!!!"
"NO!!!! YOU MUSTN'T!!!" I shrieked, trying desperately to to twist out from under. "PLEASE!!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!! HELP ME!!! PLEASE!!!!"
"GOD!!! GOD!!!!!" I felt him lunge in hard and then hold that position. "OH _F_U_CK, THAT'S GOOD!!!!"
He stayed like that for a moment and then collapsed on me.
"JESUS!!!" he gasped. "THAT WAS _F_U_CKING AWESOME!!!!"
Suddenly I heard a new voice. "What's all the _f_u_cking noise?"
I looked back at the cabin, gasping in sudden relief as I saw two guys come around its side.
"Thank God!" I said fervently. "Someone heard me!"
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[3] . [Tom and Phil]
I couldn't believe my luck. In spite of the cabin's isolation, some hikers had actually heard me.
"What the _f_u_ck's going on?" the taller one demanded.
"He raped me!" I sobbed. "Please make him get off me!"
"Do it!" the other one ordered. "Get off him!"
I sobbed in relief as Kevin pulled himself up and stepped away. "Thank God you came! I was afraid no one could hear me."
The other guy laughed. "Not much chance of that, kid. We could have heard your screams in the next county! It sounded like he was murdering you."
"He raped me!"
"No kidding!" the taller one grinned. "Was it good?"
"F_u_ck, no!" I looked at him nervously. "He really hurt me!"
He laughed. "You're a klutz, Kevin."
I blanched in fear when I heard him call my attacker by name, suddenly realizing that this was no rescue party.
Kevin laughed. "He was fighting me, Tom. And he was hard to get into. He has a fantastically tight ass."
I looked at the two newcomers fearfully. They were wearing nothing but shorts and hiking boots and looked in top physical condition. They were taller than Kevin and looked older, probably in their early twenties.
Looking at them more closely, I realized they might be even older. They were heavier than Kevin, even though lean and obviously in good shape. Their grins made me very nervous.
"He looks young, Kevin. Is he as good as he looks?"
"You got to believe it!" Kevin laughed. "He's fantastic! His ass is as tight as anybody I've ever _f_u_cked!"
"Really?" the other one laughed. "Pull him up so we can take a look at him."
Kevin pulled me up, twisting my arm up behind me.
"Don't twist his arm. Let him stand on his own."
"He doesn't obey."
"So what?" The one named Tom looked at Kevin with apparent disapproval. "He's a kid, Kevin. You don't force yourself on kids like him. If he doesn't want what you want, you're just out of luck."
"Oh, he wants it, Tom. He's just a tease."
"That's not what he just told us. Step away so we can see him."
Kevin stepped away. I looked at the newcomers in relief.
"Thanks" I said gratefully.
"What for?"
"For not being like him. For a minute there, I was worried."
The shorter one grinned. "Worried? Why?"
I shrugged in embarrassment. "When you said you knew him, I was afraid you might want the same thing."
He laughed. "Oh, but we do. If you're as good as Kevin claims, we'll definitely want your ass. But we don't go around raping young kids just because they've got tight asses. We won't _f_u_ck_ your ass unless you tell us you really want it."
"Thank God for that!" I said in relief, looking at them gratefully. "I owe you guys. You saved my ass." I could still feel Kevin's prick. "Well, almost, anyway."
Tom grinned. "That's okay, kid. You'll pay us back."
The two newcomers spread out to surround me. Something about them made me nervous. Their grins looked feral. So did the positions they were taking. They were obviously making sure I couldn't just run away.
I was starting to get really worried. If there was one thing which I didn't want, it was to feel a repeat of what Kevin had done to me. My ass felt incredibly violated, as well as sore. My asshole still felt stretched, almost as if someone was still pulling it open. I could feel Kevin's cum leaking out and trickling down between my legs. It was horrible and obscene. I couldn't imagine experiencing that a second time.
The shorter one looked at me appraisingly. "So how come you're down here, if you don't want to be _f_u_cked?"
I shrugged. "I followed Kevin down. He had my pack."
"Why? You surely didn't need to come here to get your pack."
"I thought so at the time" I shrugged. "Besides, I guess I was curious."
"Curious about what?"
"I don't know" I shrugged. "Just curious about what would happen, I guess."
He smiled. "Sounds as if you like being _f_u_cked more than you let on, kid. How old are you anyway? Fifteen? Sixteen?"
"Almost seventeen."
Tom smiled. "You look younger." He looked at me appraisingly. "What do you think, Phil? Same thing I'm thinking?"
The shorter one nodded, looking at me with a similarly appraising smile. "Yeah, definitely. He looks good. Kevin has good taste." He gestured with his head. "Move out from behind the table so we can see you better, kid. And turn around. Show us your ass."
I looked at him apprehensively. "You guys said you wouldn't _f_u_ck_ me."
He laughed. "We didn't say we wouldn't. We said we won't unless you want us to. Which I'm beginning to think you do."
"I wasn't kidding when I said I don't want it. So don't play games with me. I meant what I said."
Phil laughed again. "So did I. We're not playing games either, kid. So do what you're told."
I shook my head. "No _f_u_cking way!"
He looked at me and smiled. "You're not very obedient."
I shrugged. "Why should I be?"
"You want us to show you?"
Something in his voice made me obey. "Oh, never mind" I said unwillingly, moving out from the table. "I guess it's not that big a deal."
Kevin moved with me, keeping me between him and them.
I was really nervous now. With just Kevin, I'd had some chance of resisting, though he'd just been on the point of showing me how slight that chance really was. But with three of them surrounding me, neither escape nor resistance had any chance of success. I had to depend on their good will.
I looked at them fearfully. Both newcomers looked intimidating. They were both taller than Kevin, with broad shoulders, powerfully muscled arms and legs, and lean flat bellies. Their muscles looked hard and powerful.
They looked like construction workers more than athletes, mostly because of the obvious power in their shoulders and arms. They had the tanned athletic look that comes from real work outdoors. And they looked like they were used to getting what they wanted.
Their grins were what made them look dangerous. The longer I looked at them, the more fearful I became. They were grinning in anticipation, like wolves circling a tender young deer. It wasn't hard to guess their thoughts.
"Turn around and show us your ass."
I figured I'd better not argue. Besides, I decided, showing them my ass wasn't really that big a deal. They could already see most of it, anyway. I turned towards Kevin and made a face at him.
Kevin laughed. "You're getting it from all of us, kid."
"That's for sure" Tom smiled. "You just made up my mind, kid. That's as s_e_xy an ass as I've seen for some time."
"Wait until you feel how tight he is" Kevin grinned. "He's as tight as any kid I've ever _f_u_cked. And don't let his talk fool you. He's as horny as any kid we've ever picked up. He wants it bad."
"That's not true!" I turned back to face them. "Don't believe him!"
"No?" Phil grinned. "Then what did bring you down here?"
"You should have seen his hard-on" Kevin laughed. "He was totally turned on when we got here."
I shrugged in embarrassment. "He's making this up."
"Yeah?" Tom grinned. "I don't think so."
"I think it was the size of my prick" Kevin grinned. "He said he'd never seen one that big."
Tom looked at me and grinned. "You like big ones, do you?"
I shook my head indignantly. "He's full of sh_i_t."
I saw my shorts on the ground and bent down to pick them up.
"Don't bother putting them on" Tom grinned.
I pulled them on anyway. "I'm not sticking around" I told them.
I looked for my pack and saw it behind Phil. "Excuse me, I need my pack."
Phil smiled and shook his head. "I don't think so."
"Come on, I want to leave." I looked at them nervously. "I'm sorry, guys. I don't know what you want. Whatever it is, I'm not into it. Okay?"
"No?" Tom laughed derisively. "You really do like to play games, don't you?"
"I'm not playing games! I'm just not into getting my ass _f_u_cked, okay?"
"Then how come you let Kevin do that?"
"I had no choice! He raped me!"
"It doesn't sound like you resisted all that much."
"I tried to! He attacked me! He picked up my legs and was on top of me before I knew what was happening."
"Yeah? How come he could do that? Where were you? On your back on top of the table?"
"Yeah" I admitted, realizing I was telling them too much. "Okay, so I was. That doesn't mean I was asking for it."
"Oh sure" Phil laughed. "You lie on your back, stark naked? You probably had a hard-on too."
"He sure did" Kevin laughed. "You should have seen it!"
"So you lay there with a hard-on, waiting for Kevin to lift your legs?" Phil grinned. "If that's not asking to be _f_u_cked, I don't know what would."
"I couldn't help it" I protested. "He overpowered me."
Phil was still grinning. "Sure."
"I'm not gay, if that's what you're thinking. I wasn't asking for what happened."
"You sure could fool me" Tom laughed.
Phil looked at me scornfully. "Stop pretending you don't want it, kid. It's perfectly obvious why you came down here. You came to get your ass f_u_cked."
"That's not true!"
"Then why else did you follow Kevin down here?"
I shrugged. "Like I said earlier, I was curious."
He laughed scornfully. "Curiousity with a hard-on?"
"Okay, so I had a hard-on" I grimaced. "What does that prove?"
They all laughed. "Do we have to spell it out?" Phil grinned.
"It just happened. I couldn't help it."
He laughed again. "I'm sure you couldn't."
I realized I was getting nowhere. "Okay" I admitted. "Maybe I was more than just curious. Maybe I did have a hard-on about what might happen down here. But that doesn't mean I wanted my ass _f_u_cked."
"No? This can't be the first time you've had a prick up your ass."
"It is!"
"Seriously?" he laughed. "Then today's going to be a big day for you, kid. Not many virgin kids get _f_u_cked by three pricks like ours on their first date."
"It won't happen!" I protested. "I'm not sticking around." I tried to move past Phil. "Let me get my pack and go, okay?" He didn't move. "Please!"
Phil just smiled.
"You promised you wouldn't _f_u_ck me!"
"We said we wouldn't unless you want it. You obviously do."
"I don't!" I looked at their grins. "Honest!"
"So how come your prick is so hard? I think it's telling us that you're lying to us, kid."
I blushed in embarrassment as he pointed to the tent in my shorts. I'd felt my prick swelling up as we talked, but had hoped they wouldn't notice it. I guess without a jockstrap there wasn't much chance of that.
I don't know what was turning me on. Maybe it was just talking about it. I'd fantasized about gang rape ever since I first started jerking off. Maybe the prospect of actually experiencing it turned me on. I don't know. All I know is that my prick was really hard.
Tom suddenly came up to me and grabbed my shorts. "Let's take a look."
"No!"
I tried to jump back, but that just helped him pull my shorts down. My prick jumped up as soon as it was free, totally hard.
"God!" he grinned. "You really are hungry for it!"
"No!" I hid my hard-on behind my hands.
"You gay kids are all the same" Phil laughed. "You pretend you don't want it, but that's all fake. You're probably pretending about being a virgin, too."
"That's not true! I'm not gay! And I don't want it!"
"Oh, sure" he grinned. "If that hard-on doesn't tell us you want it, I don't know what would. I know why you're lying to us, kid. You don't just want to be _f_u_cked, do you? You want your ass raped. You liked how Kevin did it, didn't you?"
"No! That was awful!"
"You're just trying to provoke us. I bet you like it really rough."
"No! That's not true! Honest!"
"No?" Tom grinned. "Don't play the innocent, kid. You know you're going to get your ass _f_u_cked. What else are you pushing for?"
"Nothing! I don't anything! Honest!"
Phil grinned at me. "I bet you fantasize about this every time you jerk off. You have wet dreams about being raped by guys like us, don't you?"
"No!"
I looked at their grins. They obviously didn't believe me. I guess that wasn't exactly a surprise. I didn't believe me, either. Or at least half of my brain didn't, the half that was in sync with my prick. The other half was plain scared.
"Please!" I pleaded. "You're making a mistake! A horrible mistake!"
He shook his head and grinned. "I don't think so."
I was really frightened now. Turned on or not, I knew how badly Kevin's prick had hurt my asshole. I couldn't risk getting pricks like that up my ass again. I looked at the gap between me and the table and calculated my chances.
Tom saw my look, smiled, and moved closer.
I looked at them apprehensively. "Come on, guys. I know you've got to be joking about this. But let's not kid around any more, okay? I really do have to leave."
"We're not kidding around, kid. Drop those shorts and step out of them. Then go bend down over that table. We're _f_u_cking that ass now."
"If you rape me, I'll go to the police."
Tom laughed again. "I don't think so. The closest police are ten miles away."
"I'll go to them when we get there!
"Yeah, sure" Tom sneered. "Are you going to do what I told you? Or do we have to teach you obedience too?"
"F_u_ck you!"
Phil smiled. "The kid definitely needs a lesson."
"That's for sure" Tom grinned. They both moved closer.
"Please!" I looked at them fearfully. "Let me go, okay? Don't do this!"
"You think you can stop us? You might as well cooperate, kid. You know we know you want it."
"F_u_ck you!" I retorted. "I'm not helping you stick your _f_u_cking pricks up my ass! F_u_ck off! Okay?"
Phil smiled derisively. "He's begging for that lesson."
I looked at them apprehensively. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude. I'm just trying to tell you I don't want your pricks."
Tom's grin looked dangerous. "You're lying, kid. And you know we know you're lying. That means you want more than just our pricks up your ass. You want your ass beaten for lying to us, don't you?"
"No! You're full of sh_i_t." I tried to step around him. "Let me get my pack! I'm leaving!"
Tom smiled patiently. "You've got one more chance, kid. If you don't want your ass beaten, take those shorts off and bend over that table."
"No _f_u_cking way! Get out of my way!"
He grabbed my arm.
"Let me go!" I said angrily, trying to wrench my arm away.
Phil grabbed my other arm, twisting it up behind me.
"I'll pull his shorts off" Kevin grinned, grabbing my shorts.
"F_u_ck off!" I protested, kicking out. He jumped back just in time.
Tom laughed. "Grab his feet when he's over the table."
Tom and Phil forced me over to the picnic table. When they pushed me face down over its end, I began to get very frightened.
"Let me up!" I begged. "Please!"
They ignored me, holding me down with my arms wrenched up behind me. Kevin had grabbed my ankles, keeping me from kicking Tom.
Phil climbed up and knelt on my back, grinding my chest into the table. He grabbed my arms and wrenched them up, wedging his knees under them.
"Get off me!" I protested, thrashing as I tried to twist away. "Please! You said you wouldn't force me!"
Tom grinned. "We lied."
I was really afraid now. "Please!" I begged. "You're making a bad mistake! Let me go!"
Both Tom and Phil laughed.
"It's no mistake, kid" Tom grinned, pulling my shorts down. He turned to Kevin. "Get the hockey stick. Get some rope, too."
Kevin grinned and went into the cabin.
"Please let me go!" I pleaded. I was sobbing in fear now.
Phil laughed. "You've been asking for this all along, kid."
"I haven't! Please!"
Just then Kevin returned.
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[4] . [The hockey stick]
I looked fearfully at the stick he was carrying. It was easily three feet long, probably several inches longer. It looked exactly like what Tom had called it: a hockey stick handle. The blade had been sawed off, leaving a straight piece of wood that was about three-quarters of an inch thick and maybe an inch and a half wide, planed smooth and varnished. The edges were all rounded.
"What are you going to do with that?"
Tom ignored me. He put his hand out. "Give me one of the ropes."
My shorts were down around my knees. Tom took a rope and lashed them to the trestle under the table. Then he took the other rope and threaded it through gaps between the boards of the table, pulling it down over my waist.
"What are you doing now?" I asked, really frightened now.
Tom didn't answer. I tried to struggle out from under Phil but couldn't move. His weight held me down. I tried to kick out at Tom, but my shorts held my legs.
I shivered as Tom pulled the rope tight, binding my waist to the table.
"You can get down now" Tom said to Phil.
Phil got down off me. I watched in disbelief as Tom took the stick out to my left.
I've debated whether to describe the beating I got from Tom in detail or just say it happened. Needless to say, the stick hurt incredibly. I'd never been punished like that before, and even just the first impact of the stick was unbelievable. Jeb's told me to describe it in detail, and so I will. I still remember it as one of the most horrific moments in my life.
Actually, it probably wasn't that bad. Certainly some of the incidents I experienced later on were worse. But I'd never experienced what it was like to receive a beating on one's ass, so the novelty was as important as the pain in impressing my memory. I guess the sense of degradation was also important. The punishment made me feel that my life had been taken over, that I was no better than a slave. That's actually kind of funny, given what happened later.
I'll try to reconstruct what it was like, including my incredibly inept and cowardly response. Jeb tells me I shouldn't criticize myself, that my reaction was inevitable. But I still feel, looking back, that I should have taken it better. I know I do take it a lot better now when I get punished by Jeb. But of course I'm older and have more experience of punishment now. I also know that Jeb is my friend and lover, as well as my master, and that he will never hurt me more than I deserve. What happened with Tom and the others was not an expression of love.
So here goes: my attempt to tell it like it was. I'll start right off with my cowardice in the face of punishment.
"Please!" I begged, sobbing in fear. "Why are you doing this?"
Tom didn't answer. He reached out and touched my buttocks with the stick.
"Don't do this!" I cried, reaching back to protect my ass.
"Take your hands away."
"No!" I sobbed. "Let me up! Please!"
"Get another rope, Kevin. Tie his hands out of the way."
Kevin came back with a third rope and tied my wrists under the front of the table. I was totally immobilized now.
"Please don't do this!" I begged. "I'll do anything you want! Please!"
Tom stepped further away. He reached out to test his position again, reached back, and swung.
"NO!!" I shrieked. "DON'T!!"
The stick landed on my ass with a horrific ..CRACK!!
The shock of the pain was incredible. I'd never been beaten before and had no real idea what it would be like. Tom had hit my bare ass really hard, smashing the stick across both buttocks. The impact had been like nothing I'd ever imagined possible.
"OH GOD!!" I shrieked. "F_U_CK!!"
The pain kept growing as my nerve receptors kept responding to the blow. I shrieked as I saw him reach back for another blow.
"OH PLEASE!" I begged. "DON'T HIT ME AGAIN! PLEASE!!"
He swung.
"NOOOH!!" I screamed. The stick smashed into me. "JESUS!!" I shrieked. "F_U_CKING JESUS, THAT HURT!!"
"Shut up, kid. If you scream like that again, we'll gag you and really give it to your ass."
"PLEASE!!" I screamed as he reached back. "YOU MUSTN'T DO THIS! PLEASE! YOU MUSTN'T!"
"He's not going to obey you" Phil warned. "We'd better gag him."
"Yeah" Tom nodded. He turned to Kevin. "Use his shorts."
"NO!!" I was really terrified. "PLEASE, GUYS!! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE!!!"
Kevin undid the rope around my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles. With my waist tied to the table, my torso was almost totally immobilized. I kicked and thrashed helplessly.
"Grab one of his legs" Kevin told Phil.
"NOOOH!!" I sobbed. "LET ME GO! PLEASE!!"
Phil grabbed an ankle and helped Kevin pull my shorts off.
"Where's that rope?"
"I've got it."
Phil tied one end to my ankle and passed it behind the trestle to Kevin. Kevin tied it to my other ankle, pulling my legs apart. He left enough slack for me to be able to move them, but not enough to bring them together. All of my ass, even the crack between my ass cheeks, was horribly exposed.
He picked up my shorts and brought them around in front of me. "Open your mouth, asshole."
I shook my head, clenching my mouth shut. I didn't think about what I was doing. I just automatically resisted.
"He's totally stubborn" Kevin grinned. "He won't even open his mouth."
"I'll fix that" Tom smiled.
He reached back and swung hard. I shrieked in terror. "NOOOH!! PLEASE!!" And shrieked again as the stick smashed into me. "AOOOWWWHHH!!! _F_U_CK!"
Kevin grabbed my jaw as I screamed, cutting off my cries as he forced the shorts in.
"That works every time" Tom grinned. "Find something to hold that in."
The gag totally stifled my pleas. I groaned and gurgled in fear as Kevin went to the cabin and got a belt. He pulled that between my jaws, crunching up the shorts and pushing them further in before cinching the belt tightly around my head.
Kevin stepped back. "You going to give him much?"
Tom laughed. "What do you think? He disobeyed us twice just since we put him over the table."
"I know" Kevin grinned. "He's really asking for it."
I screamed into the gag in terror as I saw Tom reach back with the stick, shrieking as he swung into me. 'F_U_CKING _S_H_IT!!' I shrieked, blown away by the shock of the impact. The shock of the pain was just incredible.
He'd hit me much harder now that I was gagged, smashing the stick across the center of both buttocks. I sobbed into the gag in terror, shrieking and kicking out as he reached back and swung again. There was nothing I could do to escape the blows. I was almost totally immobilized.
"OH JESUS!!!" I shrieked into the gag. Or at least that's what I think I was shrieking. All anyone could hear was a muffled 'UR JMRSIHSH!!!'.
I thrashed from side to side on the table as more blows landed, vainly trying to escape from the pain. By the time he'd smashed more blows into me, I was bawling like a little boy, totally overcome by the pain. The stick had smashed over an eight-inch range across my ass, all the way down to where my buttocks joined the backs of my thighs.
"Look at him!" Kevin grinned. "You're sure getting to him."
"It'll get even better" Tom laughed, reaching back.
He started over again, this time starting from where he'd paused and moving back up. When he reached the top of my buttocks, he started moving around, hitting into the sides of my buttocks. By the time he finally paused, I was shrieking hysterically into the gag. I couldn't believe how much pain the blows caused. The pain stabbing out of my ass was just unbelievable.
When my shrieks dropped to muffled sobs, Tom told Kevin to take the gag out.
"You learn anything from that, kid? You going to disobey us again?"
I shook my head as I sobbed.
"Don't believe him" Kevin grinned. "You've got to give him more than that."
"Oh, please don't give me any more!" I cried in alarm. "PLEASE!!"
"Let me give him some" Kevin grinned. "He disobeyed me too, remember?"
"Why not?" Tom shrugged, passing him the stick.
"NO!! OH PLEASE!!" I was sobbing even more frantically now, sobbing from fear as well as from the pain. "I can't take any more! PLEASE!!!"
Phil looked at me scornfully. "You'd better gag him again, Kevin."
Kevin grinned as he picked up my shorts. "You going to resist me again? You'll get even more if you do."
I shook my head as I sobbed, opening my mouth on his command. I didn't dare resist. Not after what had happened before.
He pushed my shorts back into my mouth and took the stick out to my left.
Kevin grinned. "I'm going to enjoy this, kid. You owe me big time."
"Six" Phil ordered. "No more."
"Oh, let him do more than that" Tom grinned. "He's right. The kid does owe him."
"I'll give him twenty" Kevin laughed.
Phil shook his head. "That's too much."
"Just give it to him" Tom laughed. "I'll tell you when to stop."
I screamed into the gag in anticipation as Kevin reached back, shrieking in terror as he swung. By now, my ass was so bruised from what Tom had given me that the pain from each blow was impossible.
"I'm just positioning myself" Kevin announced, moving further away.
Phil smiled. "You've done that."
"Okay, okay."
I moaned in anticipation as he reached back, shrieking into the gag when he swung into me a second time.
"That's still not quite right" Kevin grinned. He moved slightly further away. "I'll do one more test."
OH GOD! That had really hit hard.
"That looked good" Tom smiled.
"Ten more now?" Kevin said hopefully.
Tom laughed. "Oh, why not, Phil. The kid's been asking for it."
"All right" Phil shrugged.
I moaned in terror as Kevin reached back, shrieking in pain when the board smashed across my buttocks.
I kept on shrieking into the gag as he smashed more blows into me, moving around to hit all over my buttocks. By the time he stopped, I'd almost passed out from the pain. Well, that's an exaggeration. The pain wasn't that bad. But it sure was worse than anything I'd ever experienced.
"You done?" Tom grinned.
"Kevin's done" Phil nodded. "Unless he wants it on his ass too."
Kevin shook his head and grinned at me. "I'll get my chance again. Just wait."
Tom took the stick. "You learning anything from this, kid?"
I nodded frantically, sobbing desperately into the gag from the pain.
"You'd better be" Phil grinned. "You'll get this any time you don't do what we tell you. Understand?"
I nodded again, sobbing hopelessly. The only thing I'd really learnt was that they obviously liked doing this and that I'd better not give them an excuse. Maybe that's what I was supposed to learn.
Phil smiled at Tom. "He says he's learning from this. Let's give him a break. We can always make it up if he disobeys again."
"Okay" Tom shrugged. He propped the stick against my ass. "Bring some beer up here, Kevin."
Kevin went down the path and came back almost immediately. "Three beers" he grinned. "One for each of us."
"Thanks" Tom grinned, taking one and drinking. "This is work!"
Phil smiled. "I'll give him the next round."
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[5] . [Waiting for the next round]
I continued to lie there, tied down by the rope, sobbing as they drank and joked. Every time I moved, pain stabbed out of my ass. I'd never imagined anything could be so bad.
I'd never imagined anybody could enjoy doing what they'd just done to me. That was the worst part, even worse than the pain. They'd obviously enjoyed making me scream. I realized they'd enjoy doing it again.
After a while, Phil picked up the stick and poked it between my buttocks, shoving its round end into my asshole. I jerked around in fear as I felt it push against my anus.
Phil grinned at me. "You want this up your ass?"
I shook my head, sobbing in fear.
"That's a good idea" Kevin laughed. "Loosen him up."
Phil pushed harder. "NO!!" I shrieked. "PLEASE!!"
"Oh, give him a break" Tom grinned. "Get some more beer, Kevin."
Kevin went off. Phil took the stick away.
"I need to piss" Phil smiled. "Let's leave him here and have that beer by the pool."
"Good idea" Tom grinned. "I'm sweaty. I need to jump in."
He looked at me and grinned. "We'll be back, kid. You're getting more."
I sobbed as I lay on the table, waiting for them to return. Every time I moved, pain stabbed out of my ass.
I couldn't believe how badly they'd beaten me. I'd never thought anyone could ever do that to me. There was no reason for it. All I'd done was to tell them I wasn't gay and to plead with them to let me go.
They'd laughed when I told them that, telling me that every kid they picked up told them the same thing. Most gay kids lie about wanting to be f_u_cked, they told me. It's because they want to be punished as well, they laughed.
"That's just one of the things about gay teenagers that make them so great" they'd grinned. "They love getting it. And their asses are so _f_u_cking neat when they're your age. Beating ass is a fantastic turn-on."
I sobbed even more fearfully as I remembered that. What they said about it turning them on had only too obviously been true.
They'd made it clear that what I'd got was just the beginning. So far, they'd beaten me because I hadn't obeyed their stupid orders. They still hadn't beaten me for what they called lying. Doing that had to be only a matter of time.
They hadn't raped me yet, either. Maybe the other two had been bluffing about that, just trying to scare me. It could be. They obviously liked scaring kids like me. But I didn't think it was a bluff. They were too obviously turned on. By the time they came back, I was shuddering in anticipation.
Needless to say, all my anticipation was warranted. In fact, it was worse. They decided to use a strap. And they did all rape me.
I don't know whether I should describe all that in detail. Jeb thinks I should ask what you think. If you want me to cut this short, I will. There's a lot more that happened after that first afternoon.
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[to be continued ...]