[Note: This story continues my description of that second weekend, when I 'voluntarily' went to meet the guys who'd caught me out on the trail. This part describes what occurred after Rob and I parted that Saturday evening. As quickly became clear, the evening was not over.
WARNING: These stories are not fictional. The events they describe did happen to me. Some of what happened in this episode was pretty brutal certainly severe-- so please don't read further if that turns you off. In spite of the romantic overtones of Part 1, this story is not a Harlequin romance.
If you do read this, Jeb and I would appreciate your comments. If you want to write to Jeb directly, his email address is jeb_loves_alan@hotmail. com. ]
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We're still getting comments on the "Oregon Trail" story. I want to quote one that we received just before going out backpacking for a couple of weeks. I suspect the guy who sent it would also apply it to this story.
He was scornful of what I wrote in the earlier story because ... well, I'll let him say it:
"As I read through your story, ... I keep getting
that inner feeling that you wanted every bit of it to happen and then
happen again. I think the real reason that you didn't show [for Tom
and Phil on the second day] ... was because you knew that you would
[get] a much more severe beating and raping for not showing up and
this is what you really wanted.
"As far as your complaints about
being raped and beaten by boys you knew on the second day, give me
a break. If you weren't expecting anything, then why would you go
back to a deserted looking cabin, much like the first time this had
all happened, and strip off all your clothes and start shoving things
up your ass? This doesn't sound like someone who keeps pleading he's
innocent of all this and didn't want anything to happen. ...
"In
my opinion you not only deserve the three beatings that are scheduled
[the ones Jeb and I set out at the end of Part 3] but you also deserve
an additional, very severe one for all this lying. You wanted all
this to happen and although you keep denying it, you did your best
to ensure that it would keep happening to you again and again."
I've quoted this reaction because it's one of several that triggered problems between me and Jeb. I think its partly because that came just after Jeb had read the first draft of this story. Also, I'd just screwed something else up.
I think it's unfair to say I wanted what I got. Maybe I did want some of what I got and maybe I was a little dumb in some of the things I did. But its not fair to punish me for that. I didn't ask for what I got.
Jeb says he'll never force punishment on me, not after what I went through last year. But he's also made it clear that I've got to learn to stay out of trouble. He says I'm still not taking that seriously enough and is adamant that that's got to change. Furthermore, if I'm going to continue living with him, I've got to accept his decisions about that and take any punishment he thinks I deserve. We're at an impasse, because Im not doing that.
I have to admit I've been having second thoughts about this, though, thanks partly to several emails from guys whose views I respect. Maybe I shouldn't be so stubborn. I know Jeb means well. If you think I've been stupid about this, please let me know. I'm not asking for punishment, but would appreciate advice.
Anyway, back to what happened two years ago:
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[12] . [Paul again]
As I turned back towards the convenience store, I saw a familiar face grinning at me. It was Paul, the older of the two guys who had raped and beaten me the previous Sunday. An older man, easily in his thirties, was standing beside him, looking at me with obvious scorn.
"Well, if it isn't our local slut kid" Paul grinned, coming towards me. "You're fu_cking black kids now, are you?"
I looked at him coldly. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"No? What were you doing up the hill with that nigger boy you just kissed? I saw you come down with him, kid, so don't tell me it was all innocence. You were up there making love to him, weren't you?"
"That's none of your fu_cking business."
"Was the se_x good?"
"Better than with you, that's for sure."
"You let him talk to you like that?" his friend snorted. "You sure didn't train him, did you?"
"Oh, it takes more than one lesson to teach manners" Paul laughed. "But he'll learn. Won't you, boy?
"Not from an asshole like you."
The older man looked at me incredulously. "Was he like this with you and Brian?"
Paul laughed. "He sure was, Rafe. He's a glutton for punishment. He just can't wait to get his ass beaten."
I looked at Paul contemptuously. "You're fu_cking insane."
He smiled thinly. "You'd better watch yourself, boy. It's time you learned a little respect."
"For you?" I laughed. "You've got to be kidding."
Another guy had joined him. "He jawing you, Paul?"
"Yeah, this is the kid I told you about. He's angling to get his ass whipped."
Paul's new friend was young, probably not much more than twenty. He looked fit, but obviously was no teenager. Rafe looked fit too, but nothing like the younger man standing beside him. Both were looking at me with amused smiles.
"You're into getting that, are you?" the young man grinned.
I looked at him angrily. "What are you? Another pervert?"
Rafe laughed derisively. "He's sure been asking for it, Bruce."
"You're full of shi_t."
Rafe looked at me scornfully. "You've got a foul mouth, boy."
"I'm just telling it like it is" I shrugged.
Rafe smiled. "You want us all to give it to you, do you?" He looked at Paul. "He needs a lot more on his ass than what you gave him last time, that's for sure."
"Don't worry" Paul smiled back. "I'll give him what he needs."
"The fu_ck you will" I said scornfully. "You think I'd go anywhere with you?"
Someone came out of the convenience store, looked at us briefly, and went to his car. I thought briefly of calling out, but figured it was unnecessary. There were more customers in the store and several cars in the parking lot. There was no way the three guys would dare try to drag me to their car in such a public place.
I looked at the three smirking faces. "You guys all perverts?"
Paul laughed. "You've got a nerve, asking that." He looked at Rafe and grinned. "He's had it on his ass from a lot of guys."
"Yeah?" Rafe smiled, looking at me appraisingly. "You do this a lot, do you?"
"No." I looked at him contemptuously. "Why? Do you?"
"He sure is a bratty kid" Bruce sneered. "Is he gay? He looks it."
"Oh, definitely" Paul nodded. "He's really into getting pricks up his ass. As a matter of fact, if I'm right, he just had his ass fu_cked by that black kid who drove off."
"Seriously?" Bruce laughed. "Here?"
"Not quite that public" Rafe laughed. "They were up in the hills. We saw them come down together."
"Kissing each other" Paul added.
"That's pretty public" Bruce snorted. "God! You give your ass to everybody, kid?"
""No, I don't!" I retorted indignantly. "What do you think I am?"
"A gay slut" he grinned. "That's pretty obvious."
"I'm not! And I'm not gay, either."
Rafe looked at me contemptuously. "So what were you doing up there with that black kid?"
"Nothing."
"Oh sure" Rafe sneered. "Just like you're not gay."
"Well, I'm not! So fu_ck off, okay?"
Paul laughed. "You just like pricks up your ass."
"That's not true!"
Paul grinned at Bruce. "You should have seen him when we found him last week on Brian's lawn, jerking off with a hose up his ass. Getting things up his ass really turns him on." He grinned at me. "Almost as much as getting it on his ass. Isn't that right, kid?"
"Fu_ck you!" I said angrily, looking at him bitterly. "Asshole!"
Bruce laughed. "You really do ask for it, don't you?"
"No. I don't. Not from this cretin, that's for sure."
"Just from blacks?"
I looked at Bruce in disgust. "Oh, fu_ck you, too!"
Both of the new guys were looking at me in interest.
"He needs his mouth washed out" Rafe smiled.
"That's not all he needs" Bruce grinned. "He needs his ass caned."
"Fu_cking sadist!"
Bruce laughed. "That's true." He glanced at Rafe. "Paul's right about him angling to get his ass beaten. I bet he'd be good, too. He sure has the ass for it."
"Yeah, he does" the older one smiled. "He's a good-looking boy, no question. Tight-assed, too, I'll bet."
"Paul should know" Bruce smiled. "Is he a good fu_ck, Paul?"
"You gotta believe it" Paul grinned. "But he's got to become more discriminating. I don't like him giving his ass to everyone."
"Fu_ck you!" I said angrily. "I don't give it to anyone."
Rafe looked at me scornfully. "Don't lie to us, boy."
"I'm not lying!" I got even angrier as I looked at his smirking face. "I don't know why I'm even talking to you. You guys are shi_t."
I turned away to start walking home.
"Come back here!" Paul yelled.
"Go fu_ck yourselves!" I shouted back, walking out into the road. "Fu_cking perverts!"
If I'd maybe been a little smarter, I'd have tried to hitch a ride with someone instead of walking home. There weren't many houses along long stretches of the road. And not much traffic, either. If I'd thought about it at all seriously, I'd have realized it wasn't safe.
But I'd never thought of it as unsafe. I'd walked on it so often that I never even contemplated the possibility. Anyway, I just wanted to get away from them before I really lost my temper and created a public scene.
I walked out of the parking lot and started hiking along the side of the road.
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It's almost two years ago now, so my memory of that encounter may not be completely accurate. But I think it's pretty close. I've tried to capture the flavor as accurately as I can remember.
Jeb keeps shaking his head every time he reads this. Why did you even talk to them? Why didn't you just walk away? He keeps asking me that. I don't really have an answer, other than the fact that I don't accept verbal abuse from anyone.
I realize many of you think that's stupid. Indeed, if there was one common refrain in the comments on my earlier "Oregon Trail" story, it was amazement at my inability to control my mouth. Maybe there's some truth to that, for I do sometimes talk too much or talk back without thinking. But I wouldn't take anything back that I said to those guys. Everything I said was warranted.
Maybe so, Jeb says, but was it smart to talk back like that? Surely I had to know it was provocative. Why do that and then ostentatiously walk along a semi-deserted road? Was I trying to make it easy for them to pick me up? Jeb thinks I was baiting them. He thinks I'm too intelligent to have done what I did unknowingly. He says I had to have wanted to be caught.
That's ridiculous, of course. I thought I could safely insult them and get away with it. I figured they didn't have any hold over me, not like Phil and Tom did with their photos. And I really did regard Paul as shi_t. So far as I was concerned, any guys mixed up with him deserved any insult I spat at them. There was nothing they could do to me, so fu_ck them! Right?
It didn't take long to prove me very, very wrong.
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[13] . [Caught on the road]
They let me get out of the parking lot before coming after me. There was almost no traffic on the road, so they let me get several hundred yards down the road before driving up beside me. By that point, the road had curved out of sight of the convenience store lot. With dense bush and forest on both sides of the road and no houses visible, it was an ideal place for them to intercept me.
I didn't realize it was them until the car pulled up beside me.
"Get in" Paul grinned through an open window. Someone inside opened the rear door.
"Fu_ck you!" I retorted.
"Do as he says" a voice behind me demanded.
I whirled around. Rafe was behind me. He must have gotten out of the car somewhere behind me on the road.
"Get in the car" he ordered.
"No fu_cking way!"
I turned and started to run. But they were too close. I tried to run into the woods, but there was a fence too high to climb behind the bushes alongside the road. By the time I discovered that, I'd wasted precious seconds and Rafe had almost caught up to me. I started to run alongside the road, but Paul gunned his car past me to cut me off. His other friend jumped out in front of me.
"You can't do this!" I protested as they grabbed me. "LET ME GO!"
Rafe laughed. "Like you said so pithily, kid, 'No fu_cking way!'. Get in the car."
"NO!!!" I struggled to get away. "YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!!!"
I looked up and down the road as I struggled. There was no other car in sight. They'd picked the place well.
With two of them holding me, I had no chance to escape. They pushed me into the car within seconds and climbed in beside me. The car started moving even before the door closed.
The older one grabbed an arm. "You got that velcro strip, Bruce?"
"Right here, Rafe."
I tried to wrench my arm away but Rafe held it firmly. Bruce wound a velcro band around my wrist and tied it to his belt. I was trapped.
"Have you a place we can take him?" Rafe asked.
"Sure" Paul grinned. He'd stopped at an intersection and was turning the car around. "There's an empty cottage back behind us, along past the convenience store. That's where Brian and I fu_cked him last Sunday."
"No neighbors?"
"Nah, it's really isolated, almost at the end of the road. It's a perfect place for what we have in mind. Isn't that right, kid?"
"Fu_ck you!" I retorted bitterly.
Rafe grinned. "That's not very original, kid. Can't you do better than that?"
I looked at him angrily. "I don't need to do anything for you."
"Oh, you do, kid. You'll learn about that soon. Maybe you'll even learn to show us some respect."
I laughed scornfully. "It'll take a long time before that happens."
Bruce laughed. "That sounds like a challenge."
"Yeah" Paul laughed. "I told you he likes getting it."
"Oh, no question" Rafe grinned. "You must know this road well, kid. I bet you've walked on it hundreds of times."
"Probably" I shrugged. "So what?"
"So you tell us to fu_ck off and then walk along this empty stretch of road? Knowing how few cars come this way? And how easy it would be for us to grab you? You provoked us deliberately, didn't you?"
I shrugged bitterly, realizing what he was saying. "I don't know what you mean."
"Oh, I think you know perfectly well what I mean" he grinned. "That's why you're still asking for it."
"That's not true!"
"Yeah, sure. Mouthing off at us isn't asking for it?"
I glared at him angrily but didn't say anything.
He laughed and turned to Paul. "What have you got to use on him? Anything good?"
"Not really, Rafe. All I had last Sunday was a one-by-two. You got something better?"
"Oh, sure. Not here, though." He looked at me and smiled. "Let's tie him up and leave Bruce with him while we swing by my place. I'll pick up some canes and straps. They'll definitely get his attention."
"Fantastic." Paul looked in the mirror and grinned. "You ever had your ass caned, kid?
I shook my head fearfully. "Never."
"Seriously?" Rafe grinned. He looked at me with obvious pleasure. "I love introducing bratty teenagers like you to the cane, boy. It's a wonderful training instrument. It really gets to kids like you."
"Especially the first time" Bruce laughed.
"You'd better not try it on me!"
Rafe snorted. "You think you can stop us?"
"I'll go to the police if you do that."
"Oh, sure" he sneered. "They love it when gay kids complain and show them their ass."
"I'm not gay!" I said uncomfortably, thinking of what Rob and I had done. "Anyway, even if I am, you can't prove it."
"No? You want to bet on that?" He looked at Paul. "He still up on that URL you told me about?"
"Oh, sure. He's the new poster boy."
"What URL?" I asked apprehensively.
"The one with the pictures of your se_xy ass" Paul laughed. "Haven't you seen them?"
"I don't know what you're talking about" I said nervously.
"Sure you do. You posed for them, didn't you?"
I looked at him in dismay, realizing he must be talking about the web site Rob had told me about.
Rafe was looking at me closely. "He's seen them" he smiled.
"No way!" I protested volubly. "There's no way I'd do anything like that! I'm not into that! Not at all!"
"The kid sure looks like you" Paul grinned. "Same smile, anyway."
"Fu_ck!" I swore bitterly.
Nobody said anything for a minute. I wondered if he'd really seen Phil's photos. If what Paul had said was true, anybody would be able to see them. It couldn't be true, I told myself. They had to be bullsh_itting me.
"We almost there?" Bruce asked. We'd driven several minutes past the convenience store by now.
"It's coming up now, on the right."
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[14] . [At the cottage]
Paul drove the car into a driveway.
"Nobody comes here?" Rafe asked.
"Not a chance" Paul grinned. "It belongs to Brian's parents. It's been vacant since early summer."
They forced me up the path to the cottage and pulled me around the side to the porch, still tied to Bruce's belt.
"Get over that rail" Paul ordered.
"Fu_ck you" I said angrily, struggling to get away.
"Okay" he smiled. "You just earned yourself some more."
"Fu_ck you again!"
They all just laughed.
The three of them had me immobilized. Paul got another rope and tied me over the porch rails. They pulled my T-shirt up off and then tied my wrists to the rail above my back. That pushed my head and shoulders down, raising me up on my toes.
They pulled my shoes and jeans off and shoved my T-shirt back down to my neck, leaving it draped over my head like a sack. I couldn't see anything except the floor of the porch. I could feel the breeze on my naked ass as Paul stripped off my underpants.
"Nice ass" Rafe grinned. "I like kids this slender. It really sets off their ass."
"It's a se_xy ass" Bruce smiled. "Looks real firm."
"It's a fantastic ass" Paul smiled. He fondled my buttocks. "Solid muscle."
Bruce nodded. "Perfect for the cane."
"Perfect to fu_ck, too. His asshole is incredibly tight."
Rafe laughed. "I thought you said he was a slut."
"Well, he acts like one. But he's almost a virgin. He only started peddling his ass last weekend. Isn't that right, kid?"
I didn't reply.
"He's hard of hearing" Bruce laughed.
"So it seems" Rafe smiled. He took off his belt and handed it to Paul. "Maybe this will help him hear better."
I shrieked in shock as Paul slashed the belt into me. Thanks to the T-shirt draped over my face, I hadn't seen him take it.
He slashed it into me again.
"OH GOD!! PLEASE!!!" I begged, sobbing in fear. "THAT HURTS!!!"
"You answer me when I ask you a question, boy." He hit me again.
"OWWH!! PLEASE!!!" Another blow. "OH GOD!!! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!!" My feet were dancing from the pain. "PLEASE, GUYS!!! NO!!! PLEASE!!!"
"AOWWWHH!!!" He'd slammed another blow across my ass.
"What do you mean, 'No!'? Does that mean you've been doing it longer?"
"NO!! AOOWWWH!!!! _FU_CK!!!"
That one really hurt. It had slashed across the underside of my buttocks, right across where they met the backs of my thighs. He reached back and hit me again, almost on the same spot.
"AIEEOHH!!! SHI_T!!!" I was sobbing now. "PLEASE!!! THAT FU_CKING HURT!!!!"
Paul laughed. "It fu_cking well better hurt!"
He slashed another blow into me.
"OOWWWHH!!! SHI_T!!!!" The belt had slashed down into the inside of my left thigh. "FU_CKING _SHI_T!!!! JESUS!!!!"
"He's as foul-mouthed as he was in the parking lot" Rafe sneered. "He should have his mouth washed out."
"Typical teenager" Paul grinned as he reached back.
"AOOOWWWH!!!" That one was really bad. "YOU FU_CKING BASTARDS!!!"
Rafe looked at me in contempt. "Is there soap here?"
"Yeah" Paul nodded. "I know where there's some."
He put the belt down where I could see it and pushed my T-shirt back down around my neck. "You guys want to give him some while I get it?"
Rafe shook his head. "We'll wait."
I looked at the belt as he went behind the house. The belt was wide, easily four feet long, and obviously supple. Paul had used it doubled up, but even that way it was still a good two feet long. It was thick, too, with lines of flat copper rivets down each side. No wonder it had hurt so much.
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[15] . [Mouth hygiene]
When Paul came back, he was carrying a bar of laundry soap in a jar of water. He'd been shaking the jar to make suds.
"Open your mouth, kid. You're getting your mouth washed out."
"No way!"
Paul grinned at Rafe. "You want to do the honors?"
"Sure" Rafe smiled. He picked up the belt and doubled it up. "You going to do what Paul told you, boy?"
"Please don't hit me again! OOWWWH!!!!! SHI_T!!!!"
"It's your choice" Rafe smiled, reaching back.
"OOWWWH!!!!!" That was another one. "PLEASE!!!" He ignored me. "AOOWWRGHHH!!!! PLEASE DON'T DO THAT!!!"
"You going to do what Paul tells you?"
"I'll do it" I sobbed.
I did as Paul ordered, gagging on the suds as Paul shoved in the soap and poured some soapy water in. The bar was almost too big to fit in my mouth. I tried to spit it out.
"Keep that in, or you'll really get it on your ass! Get something to bind that in, Bruce."
The taste of the soap was revolting. I moaned in disgust as Bruce tore up a rag and tied that around my mouth.
"You'll get that every time you use foul language" Rafe sneered. "Understand?"
Paul took the belt from Rafe. "You'll get this too." He reached back and slashed it down across my buttocks.
I screamed into the gag, gagging as I swallowed some soap. Paul laughed, swung the belt down on me again, and moved a little forward. His next blow slashed down over my buttocks onto the backs of my thighs.
He kept moving around as he beat me. I shrieked and jerked up each time the belt landed, tasting more soap as the soap bar rubbed against my tongue. Paul just laughed and kept thrashing me, hitting into me without a pause. By the time he stopped, I'd lost count of the blows. I'd gagged on the soap, too, swallowing suds each time I screamed.
"You going to show manners from now on?" he asked scornfully.
I nodded frantically, desperately hoping he'd stop and take the soap out.
"You're sure?" He reached back and slashed the belt down.
I screamed, nodding even more frantically. And screamed as he hit me a second time.
"I guess you mean it for now" he smiled. "Take that rag off, Bruce."
Bruce did. I spat out the bar of soap and what remained of the watery suds, vomiting up some of what I'd swallowed. My mouth felt like a used toilet bowl.
Paul picked up the bar of soap. "You'll get this every time you use foul language, boy. Understand?"
"Oh, God!" I moaned, sobbing in pain and disgust. "Please don't give me that again!"
"That's up to you, boy." He put it back in the jar. "You going to show us respect from now on?"
"Oh, yes, Sir! I'll show respect!"
"He's faking it" the younger guy laughed. "He won't learn anything from that belt, Paul. It's way too soft on him."
Rafe nodded. "Bruce is right, Paul. He needs a real lesson. Let's go get the canes."
"Fine with me" Paul grinned.
Rafe took the belt back and put it on.
"You'll watch him?" Paul said to Bruce.
"I may do more than that" Bruce grinned.
Rafe shook his head. "Not 'til we're back" he grinned. "Keep him tied up, whatever you do."
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[16] . [With Bruce alone]
Bruce waited until Paul and Rafe had gone back to the car before doing anything. Then he pulled my shirt back up over my head and put his hand on my ass.
"Nice and hot" he grinned. "You must really like this."
"Oh, fu_ck you!"
"Naughty, naughty!" Bruce laughed. I couldn't see him because of the T-shirt, and so didn't see him reach back.
"OWW!!!" He'd slapped me hard with his hand. "Please! What are you doing?"
"OOWWWH!!! _FU_CK!!! DON'T DO THAT!!!"
"Why not?" he laughed, slapping me again.
"OWWH!!! OH, PLEASE!!!"
His slaps really stung, I guess partly because my ass was so sensitized by what Paul and Rafe had just given me. Rafe's belt had really burnt into me.
He kept on slapping me. "OWWH!!! THAT HURTS!!! IT REALLY DOES!!!"
"What'll you do for me if I stop?" He paused and started fondling me. "You want my prick up your ass?"
"No, please!" I shook my head as I sobbed. "Please don't fu_ck me!"
"Oh, come on" he laughed. "I know you like getting it."
"I don't! Honest!"
"Sure you do. Brian told me all about you." He reached below me to feel my balls. "Nice balls." And then back to feel my anus. "Nice asshole, too."
"Jesus!" I moaned. I could feel my prick swelling up as he touched my asshole. "God!"
His touch alternated between aggressive and feather-light. My prick quickly got hard as his hands moved over my buttocks.
He grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. "God! You really have a firm ass." I squirmed as he pulled my asshole open and pushed a finger in. "And you're amazingly tight. Paul was right about you."
I squirmed as he fondled me, acutely conscious of my growing hard-on.
He reached forward and grabbed it. "Yeah, I thought so" he grinned. "This doesn't lie, kid. You're definitely into this."
"No! That's not true!"
"Oh, come on, 'fess up. You're as gay as they come. I bet you get this a lot."
I shook my head inside my shirt. "No! I'm not gay! Honest!"
"I don't believe you."
"It's true! I'm really not into this, in spite of what Paul said."
"No? All the better."
He took his hands away and pulled off his clothes. I heard him spit, jerking as he pushed a finger in. This time he pushed it in all the way.
"Not bad" he grinned, moving his finger around. "Feels like it's already been lubricated."
He pulled his finger out and smelled it. "Smells like jism. I guess Paul was right about that black guy fu_cking your ass."
I didn't say anything. Suddenly, he slapped my ass.
"OWWH!!! DON'T DO THAT!"
"Tell me what happened. Is this the black kid's cum?"
"That's none of your fu_cking business! OWWWHH!!!!" He'd slapped my ass again. "How the fu_ck should I know?"
"Did he fu_ck you?"
"Fu_ck you!"
He'd taken off his belt. He picked it up and slammed it across my ass.
"AAWWWRGHH!!! _FU_CK!!!!"
"I asked you a question, kid." He slammed down another blow.
"AOOWWWHH!!!!"
"Answer me!"
"AOOOWWWRGHH!!! PLEASE!!!" He was hitting just as hard as Rafe. "DON'T DO THIS!!!!"
He hit me again. "AOOWWWHHH!!!! FU_CK!!!"
"Did he fu_ck you?"
"AIEEOOWHH!!!! Yes!"
"I thought so." He pushed his finger back in. "This turns you on, doesn't it?"
"A little" I sobbed, feeling my prick respond.
"You lied about being gay, didn't you?"
"NO!!!" He pulled out his finger and picked up the belt. "Well, maybe."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know. Please don't hit me again! I don't know what I am."
He touched my half-hard dick. "Your prick sure knows. It says you really get off on this."
"I'm sorry! I can't help it."
"I see that. You sure you're new to this?"
"Yes" I nodded, jerking as he pushed two fingers in. "God!"
"You sure are tight, I'll say that for you."
I cringed as he pushed in a third finger. "Please don't hurt me! You're stretching my asshole."
"Don't worry" he laughed. "This is good enough."
I heard him spit again. And then felt his prick pushing against me. I gasped as he pushed it in. "Oh, Jesus!"
It suddenly popped in. "Go slow!" I begged. "Please! It hurts!"
He stopped pushing. "This really is still new for you?"
"Yeah, it is."
"Okay, I'll take it slow."
He pulled out slightly and pushed in again, pushing in a little more each time he did that. All the time he was doing that, his hands were moving over me, fondling me everywhere. It was awful. The more he did it, the more I got turned on. I didn't want to react like that, but couldn't help it. My prick was easily as hard as his now.
After a while, he started moving faster. By now, my prick was really hard and I was pushing out against him with my ass. He grabbed my hard-on and held onto it tightly, lunging faster with each lunge. I was really turned on now. I couldn't help it. He'd really got me excited.
I started pushing my prick into his hand, tightening my anus around his prick as he lunged into me.
"JESUS!" I cried, gripping his prick hard. "JESUS!!! I'M GOING TO CUM!!!"
Suddenly, I did, shooting into and over his hand.
"OH, ME TOO!" Bruce yelled. "FU_CK!!!!" I felt him spurt inside me. "OH, _FU_CKING SHI_T!!!!"
He was really banging into me. "FU_CK, THAT'S GOOD!!!" He was still lunging into me, still spurting inside me, still banging his pelvis against my ass. "FU_CK!!!"
I felt my prick shoot one last spurt. "OH GOD!!!"
We both collapsed, me against the fence, Bruce on top of me.
"Oh, wow!" Bruce gasped. "Wow!"
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[17] . [The cane]
"I told you he liked it" I heard Paul laugh. They'd come back just in time to see us both cum.
My shirt was still over my head, keeping me from seeing anything.
"I'm impressed" Rafe laughed. "But I thought I told you to hold off until we got back, Bruce."
"I couldn't help it" Bruce grinned as he climbed off. "He seduced me."
"He did, did he?" I heard them come up beside me. "You're a slut, boy."
"Me or the kid?" Bruce laughed.
"Both of you" Rafe laughed. "But that's okay, Bruce. He'll feel the cane all the more after cumming like that."
"That's what I figured" Bruce grinned. "Which one are you going to use on him?"
"Right now, this one" Rafe smiled, brandishing a very whippy cane where I could see it.
I could see he was carrying a second cane too, along with a strap. The two canes were both about three feet long and were wet. I guess they'd been soaking for a long time to be so whippy. The whippiest one was maybe three-eighths of an inch thick. The second one was thicker and heavier, maybe half an inch thick.
"He'll get both" Paul grinned. "I'll use the heavier one when it's my turn."
"We'll see" Rafe smiled, going out to my side with the whippiest cane.
Paul had brought up a six-pack of beer, which he put down on the porch. He cracked one open and drank while he watched Rafe position himself.
I could see Rafe's feet. "Oh God!" I moaned. He was a long distance out. I could see the end of the cane quiver for a moment, before it jerked up. "Jesus!"
He reached forward and touched my buttocks. "You're going to learn manners from this, boy."
"Oh, please!" I begged fearfully. "Please don't hit me with that!"
"Why not?" he grinned. "Surely you're not scared of a thin little cane like this. You haven't even felt it yet."
I didn't need to feel it to know that it would be bad. I moaned in fear as he touched it to my buttocks again.
"This is going to teach you respect. Respect for the cane and respect for us."
"I'll show respect, Sir!" I shuddered as it touched me again. I was really afraid now. "Honest, I will!"
"You certainly will. You'll get this every time you don't." He reached back. "Like right now."
He suddenly swung.
"FU_CKING _SHI_T!!!!" I shrieked, jerking up in shock. "SHI_T!!!"
Because of the T-shirt over my face, I hadn't seen him swing. The shock when it slashed across my buttocks was just unbelievable. So was the pain. It felt like he'd cut my buttocks open.
"OH GOD!!!" I sensed he was reaching back. "NO!!!! PLEASE, RAFE!!!!!" I was shrieking in terror. "PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!!!! PLEASE!!!"
"AIEEOHH!!!! _FU_CKING JESUS!!!!" He'd hit me again, just above my thighs. "FU_CK!!!" The pain was so electric that I arched up in shock.
The cane was like nothing I'd ever felt, much worse than anything I'd got the previous weekend. He'd slashed it across me so hard that the cane had carried through, right around behind him. I'd never felt such acute pain.
I learned much later that the canes would have been soaked precisely to make them flexible enough to swing through like that. However he'd done it, the result was like touching an electric fence. The shock made my entire body buck.
"OH GOD!!!! PLEASE" I begged frantically, pleading with him to stop. "PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME ANY MORE!!! PLEASE!!!!"
He just smiled, reached back, and swung again.
"AOOWWWRGH!!!!" I jerked up, desperately straining at the rope.
I'd never felt anything like what he was giving me. The pain wasn't just electric, it kept burning like a magnesium flare. The switch I'd felt the previous weekend was nothing, compared with this.
"AIEEOOWH!!! _FU_CK!!!" That one had slashed into me right where my buttocks joined my thighs. "THAT HURT!!! THAT _FU_CKING HURT!!!!"
"I certainly hope so. You're very disobedient, boy. I told you earlier not to swear."
"Oh please!!! I couldn't help it."
"Of course you could help it. There's no excuse for such foul language. You're getting your mouth washed out for that. More of this cane, too."
"Please!! I'll do better! Honest, I will!!"
"You're bloody right you'll do better. You're going to learn that now."
"OOOWWWH!!!! OH GOD!!!!" He'd swung into me again. "PLEASE, RAFE!!!! NO MORE, PLEASE!!!"
He paid no attention, slashing the cane across my buttocks.
"AOOOWWGH!!!! _FU_CK!!!!" I was jerking against the ropes, trying desperately to get free. "SHI_T!!!"
"That's the second time you called me 'Rafe', boy. You call me 'Sir'. Understand?"
I nodded, sobbing in terror. "OOWWWH!!!!" He'd hit me again.
"Answer me, boy!"
"Yes, Sir" I shouted. "OH GOD!!!" He'd reached back.
"AOOWWWH!!!! SHI_T!!!" He'd slashed another blow across my ass. "OH GOD!!! JESUS!!!"
I was sobbing in frantic terror. The pain shooting out of my buttocks was just incredible. Almost every blow had slashed across my ass and carried through right around behind him. The impact of each blow had been unbelievable.
"I told you to clean up your language."
"Yes, Sir" I wailed. "I'm sorry, Sir. I can't help it. It hurts so fu_cking much!"
"That's your problem."
I saw him reach back. "OH GOD!!!! NO!!!! PLEASE!!!!"
"AIEEOOOWWWHHH!!!!" That was the worst one yet. "JESUS _FU_CKING CHRIST!!!!"
"You just keep talking like that, boy. You'll really get your ass caned."
"OH PLEASE, SIR!!! PLEASE!!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT!!!"
"You should have thought of that before you asked for it." He nodded to Paul. "Get the soap."
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[18] . [More mouth hygiene]
Paul took his time getting it. I sobbed on the rail as the other two watched. I felt totally destroyed by that cane. And by knowing that more was still to come.
When Paul finally came back, he was shaking the jar to get more suds.
"Lift your head up, boy. Open your mouth up."
"OH PLEASE!!!" I moaned, shaking my head in terror. "PLEASE DON'T DO THIS AGAIN!!!"
Paul slapped my face. "I told you to open your mouth!"
"NO!!!! PLEASE!!!!"
"Do what he tells you" Rafe ordered, reaching back with the cane.
"AIEEOOWWWH!!!!!!" I shrieked in terror as the cane bit into me again. "OH GOD!!!! _FU_CK!!!"
He hit me again. "AOOOWWWRGH!!!!! _FU_CKING JESUS!!!!" By this time, I was really frantic. "PLEASE, RAFE!!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS!!!"
"Stop swearing, boy. And don't call me 'Rafe'."
"I'm sorry, Sir. Please don't hit me again!"
"Then do what you're told. Open your mouth and lift your head up."
"Oh, God!" I moaned. I did as he ordered, knowing there was no choice.
Once again, Paul shoved that hateful soap bar into my mouth, along with more watery suds. Bruce bound it in as before.
Rafe smiled at my misery. "Let's have one of those beers while he savors the taste."
Bruce passed him one. "Aren't you going to give him more of the cane?"
"Oh, for sure" Rafe laughed. "But I want him to think for a few minutes about what he's going to get." He drank from the can. "He's just beginning to learn what this is like."
"He'll get it from me, too" Paul grinned.
Bruce laughed. "You're a bloodthirsty bastard."
"He deserves it, doesn't he?"
"I guess so" Bruce shrugged. "Don't you guys want to fu_ck him?"
Paul laughed. "Oh, we'll do that too. This comes first."
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[19] . [Lessons]
They laughed and joked for some time, watching me squirm as I kept tasting the soap and feeling my ass burn. I don't know what was worse, whether it was being beaten with the cane or waiting for more.
Finally, Rafe put down his can. "You ready for more, kid?"
I shook my head, hoping he'd hold off.
"Well, ready or not, you're getting it."
He picked up the cane and went out beside me.
Paul was grinning. "You're really going to get it now, boy."
"That's right" Rafe nodded. He smiled grimly as he looked at my trembling butt. "You've got several lessons to learn, boy. First of all, you're going to clean up your mouth and learn never to use foul language again. No more 'fu_ck', no more 'shi_t', no more 'Jesus' or any other swear words. Understand that, boy?"
I nodded fearfully.
"That's the first lesson this cane is going to teach you." He touched my ass with the cane. "You got that loud and clear?"
I jerked up and nodded, sobbing in terror.
"You're going to learn to show respect, too. You call me 'Sir', not Rafe. You call every one of us 'Sir'."
He touched my ass again. "That's the second lesson you're getting, boy. You show respect to us. Understand?"
I nodded again.
"You've got a lot of lessons to learn from this cane, boy. Above all, you're going to learn to speak to us with civility, both here and any place else we meet. No back talk, no insults, no swearing, no smart-ass jokes. Understand, boy?"
I nodded frantically as I felt the cane touch my ass again. He'd changed position slightly, moving further out to my side.
"I don't think you do, boy. I think you need this to teach you."
I moaned into the gag in fear, sobbing frantically as he reached back and swung.
"AIEEEOOOHH!!!!" I shrieked into the gag, shocked by the sudden blow.
"You're going to learn from this, boy."
I shrieked into the gag as the cane slashed into me again, cutting deeply into my buttocks as it carried through past me and behind him. Each time the cane hit, the shock was worse than before.
I shrieked and sobbed as the cane kept slashing into me, most cuts across my buttocks but some across the backs of my thighs. It was really bad, even worse than the cane's earlier blows. He kept hitting all over my buttocks and upper thighs, slashing blow after blow down on me. By the time he finally paused, he must have given me easily a dozen blows.
"You understand now, boy?"
I nodded frantically as I sobbed.
"What do you think?" Rafe asked Bruce.
Bruce shrugged. "Let's see how he behaves."
Rafe grinned at Paul. "You're the one he really insulted down there. You want to reinforce this with the strap?"
"Do I ever!" Paul laughed. He picked up the strap and went out beside me. "This is for being a smart-ass with me, kid."
I shrieked into the gag as the strap slashed into me.
"And for being rude" Rafe smiled.
"That's right" Paul grinned.
I shrieked as the strap slashed across my buttocks. And slashed into it again.
The strap was longer and thicker than the doubled-up belt Rafe and Paul had used earlier. It was made of some rubber and canvas composition that really hurt when it slashed into me. It felt much worse than the belt, especially on top of what the cane had done to me. The pain as it smashed into welts left by the cane was just unbelievable.
I shrieked and shrieked into the gag as Paul kept hitting me.
He finally turned back to Rafe. "You want to give him some with this too?"
"With pleasure" Rafe grinned, putting down his beer and taking the strap from Paul. "But let's put him over that log. Bruce knows what I want."
Bruce nodded. He untied my wrists while Rafe undid the rope. Then they forced me over to the log and pushed me down over it.
"Give us a hand, Paul."
Paul grabbed my shoulders and pulled me forward. "Like so?"
"Yeah. Pull his hands out."
Paul did as Rafe asked, pulling my shoulders further forward while Rafe used the rope to tie my waist to the log.
"Help Bruce pull his ass open" he told Paul.
Paul did that. Rafe came around in front of me. "That looks good" he smiled.
"It sure does!" Paul grinned. He held my knee and put his hand on my ass, fingering all over in my ass crack. With my legs stretched apart and my ass raised up off the log, everything in my ass crack was accessible.
He touched my asshole lightly. "This is where I want to give it to him."
Rafe smiled and shook his head. "He's mine right now, Paul."
They joked for a few minutes while Rafe finished his beer. Then Rafe reached down and picked up the strap.
"You ready for this, boy?"
I moaned in terror as Rafe took the strap way out in front of me. He reached forward to check his position, lightly slapping my ass.
I could see everything he was doing. I cried out in fear as I saw him reach back over his head. When I saw the end of the strap touch the ground behind him and jump up, I really felt terror. I screamed into the gag as I watched him lunge forward and swing down. I knew this would be bad.
It was. He slashed it down onto my right buttock, slashing down over it onto the back of that thigh. The shock of the pain in my thigh was just unbelievable.
He reached back and slashed down again, this time onto my other buttock and thigh. I shrieked into the gag like I'd never shrieked before.
He kept moving around, hitting each side from different angles. The worst was when he slashed down into the insides of my thighs and down onto the cheeks of my buttocks.
By the time he finally stopped, I was totally hysterical, shouting inarticulate please into the gag. I don't know how many times he hit me. It might have been five on each side, it might have been a dozen. I'd lost count long before he stopped.
They drank beer and joked again while they waited for my sobs to subside. I couldn't hear what they said. All I could think of was the pain.
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Several guys have told me my stories dwell too much --almost too lovingly-- on the beatings I got on my ass. Maybe that's true. For me, they're still very vivid, even after almost two years. I still feel the horror and remember the pain. Worse still, the degradation.
That evening with Rafe and Paul is one of my worst memories, maybe because it came so quickly after such a fantastically great time with Rob. When I turned, saw Paul, and immediately encountered his scorn, I was still on an emotional high. Maybe that's one reason I responded to them so provocatively. I bitterly resented them spoiling the moment.
It's also one of my most vivid memories because of what happened when they got me to the cottage. In a way, the experience was even more of a shock than what had occurred the previous weekend. For one thing, I'd never felt a cane before, let alone a caning that severe. Even later, I seldom got a caning as harsh and as painful as what Rafe delivered. That's one reason I'm detailing it so thoroughly.
Another reason is that I'm trying to counter the stupid statement that I wanted what I got and let myself be caught. Could anyone want what I got? Even the randiest spanko would have been pushed beyond his tolerance by what Rafe and Paul gave me. And if not by this point, certainly by what happened next. And afterwards. There was no way anyone could have wanted that.
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[20] . [Reminder]
Rafe finally got up. "Think you've learned respect, boy?"
I nodded frantically, desperately hoping he wasn't going to give me more.
"I'm going to make sure." He took the beer he'd been drinking in his left hand. "You need to know what you'll get next time you show disrespect."
I watched in horror as he picked up the cane and took it out in front of me. God! Was he really going to hit me again?
He paused to finish his beer and threw the can towards the porch.
"Pick up his legs again, guys. Wide apart, please."
I screamed pleas into the gag, shrieking in horror as the other two picked up my legs. I desperately tried to wrench my legs away, but of course to no avail. The rope held me too firmly to the log.
Rafe smiled grimly. "You know what you're getting now, don't you?"
Oh God! I didn't know, but my imagination was in full gear. After what the strap had done to me in this position, the thought of what the cane might do was unbearable. I moaned, jerked, and sobbed in terror.
"This is just a reminder, boy. If we have to do this again, you'll get this many times over."
He reached out with the cane, touched a buttock to check his position, and reached back over his head. By this time, I was literally pissing into the log in terror. I screamed into the gag as he suddenly slashed down hard.
FU_CKING _SHI_T!!!! . If I hadn't been gagged, they could have heard my scream back at the convenience store.
The cane had slashed down over my left buttock into the inside of that thigh, cutting into it right where it met the underside of my buttock. It was like simultaneously being slashed by a sword and scorched with a blowtorch. I'd never felt anything so searing.
He did it again, this time slashing it down over my other buttock. God! The impact left a line of fire down that buttock over onto that thigh.
I screamed in terror as the cane slashed down on me again, jerking against the ropes in violent attempts to break loose. This time, the cane slashed down the cheek of my right ass into the inside of that thigh. The pain was so incredibly sharp that I think I almost passed out. It was like nothing I'd ever known.
He only gave me two more, but they were worse than anything I'd ever imagined. He slashed them both into the cheeks of my buttocks, just fractions of an inch away from my anus and balls. I was frantic with terror, sure that the next one would hit one or the other. You can imagine my relief when he stopped.
"Okay, untie him."
When Bruce undid the ropes and pulled me off, I fell forward onto the ground, shrieking and sobbing hysterically. I'd never felt anything so bad. The blows I'd received from Phil and Tom had been nothing compared with this. I curled up into a fetal position and sobbed, praying that the caning was over.
"Looks like that cane got to him" Paul grinned.
"Oh, that does" Rafe smiled. "He won't be so disrespectful next time."
"You hope" Bruce laughed.
Rafe laughed too. "Well, I guess you're right. If he wants it, he'll ask for it again. Untie him and pull him up."
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[21] . [After the lesson]
When Bruce pulled me up, it was all I could do to stand. The pain stabbing out of my ass was sheer agony. I put my hand back to touch my ass. It was raw. When I took my hand away, it was damp with splotches of blood.
"You got some more beer in the car, Paul?"
"Yeah, I do. I'll get it."
He turned and went down the hill to the road.
Rafe looked at me and smiled. "Take the gag out, Bruce."
Bruce did that.
"You going to give us any more smart-ass lip, kid?"
I shook my head, still sobbing frantically.
"The correct answer is 'No Sir'. You don't need more of the cane to remind you of that, do you?"
I shook my head frantically. "No, Sir" I sobbed.
"Good. You say 'Sir' whenever you talk to us." He paused expectantly. "Well?"
"Yes, Sir!" I said quickly.
"That's better. You going to be courteous and respectful from now on?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"You're sure?" he grinned. "No more insults? No more foul language?"
I shook my head fervently. "No, Sir. I've learned my lesson, Sir."
"I hope so. How's your ass?"
"Pretty painful, Sir. It's bleeding a little, Sir."
He nodded. "I can see that. Get some rubbing alcohol for him, Bruce. It's in my bag."
Bruce ran down the hill.
"Tell me about being fu_cked, kid. Judging from what we just saw earlier, you really do like getting it."
I didn't dare contradict him. "It depends on the person, Sir."
"Yeah? You liked it from Bruce, didn't you?"
I nodded. "I guess I did."
He smiled. "Sir."
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. I forgot."
"Don't forget again, boy, or you'll definitely get the cane again. Do you cum like that every time you get fu_cked?"
I shook my head. "I don't think so, Sir."
"How many guys have fu_cked you?"
"I'm not sure, Sir." I thought for a moment and counted. "Six, Sir. That's including Paul and his friend Brian." I realized I hadn't counted Bruce. "Seven, including Bruce just now."
"That's a fair number" he said in surprise. "Paul said you'd only been getting this for a week or so."
"Only since last Saturday."
"Really! You must be pretty enthusiastic." He looked at me appraisingly. "How old are you, anyway?"
"Sixteen, Sir. I'll be seventeen in January."
"That's all? No wonder you look so young. Paul told me you and Brian were classmates."
"He's a couple of years older than me, Sir. He was a class ahead of me when he graduated last year. And I skipped a year in junior high."
"So you're still in high school" he smiled. "This makes more sense. What's your name?"
"Alan, Sir. Alan Bryant."
"Is your father Ted Bryant?"
"Yes, Sir" I said in surprise. "You know him?"
"Oh, sure" he smiled. "He's an elder in your church, right?"
"Yes, Sir" I sighed. "He is."
"Has he any idea what you've been doing with your ass?"
"No, Sir."
"I guess not" Rafe snorted. "I can just imagine his reaction if he ever finds out." He looked at me in amusement. "That black kid we saw you with at the parking lot. Was he one of the ones that fu_cked you?"
"Yes, Sir" I nodded warily.
"And you went with him voluntarily?"
"Yes, Sir." I didn't dare risk lying to him.
"So you really do like it." He looked at me with a curious smile. "What do you think your dad will do if he ever finds out?"
I shrugged wearily. "He'll probably throw me out, Sir."
"You're probably right" he snorted. "Your church doesn't exactly welcome gays, does it?"
"No, Sir, it definitely doesn't."
"I suppose you'd do just about anything to keep your dad from finding out about this, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, Sir" I sighed. "I would."
"Well!" he smiled. "I guess you're going to want to come out with us again."
I looked at him unhappily.
"Do I have to spell the alternative out for you?"
"No, Sir" I sighed. "I guess you don't."
"Splendid!" He looked at me again. "You look in pretty good shape, kid. You play any sports?"
"I run cross-country and track, Sir."
"That's good" he nodded absently, looking down the hill. "Where the fu_ck are those guys?"
Just then they both appeared.
"Let me have the rubbing alcohol. Go lie down over the edge of the porch, kid. You'd better gag him again, Bruce."
Rafe took the bottle from Bruce, waiting for him to get me in position and gag me. He then poured some into his palm. I shrieked into the gag from the sting as he slathered the alcohol over me.
"Shut up, kid" Rafe said sympathetically. "You can handle this."
He poured more on, down between my legs and all around my asshole. The sting was driving me wild.
"Beat him if he won't stay still" Paul grinned.
"He can't help it" Rafe shrugged. "Hold him down while it dries, Bruce."
He got up off the porch. "Let's have that beer, Paul."
They stood on the lawn, talking and joking while I lay shivering on my belly on the porch. The pain stabbing out from my ass was like nothing I'd ever felt.
I know, I keep using that phrase. But it was true. I sobbed as I thought back over the past week, realizing how many times I'd experienced yet another level of pain. Every time it had happened, I'd assumed it must be the ultimate, only to subsequently find I was wrong, that there was something even worse. I wondered what else I'd experience that was worse.
I suddenly remembered they'd brought two canes, and that they'd only used the thinner one. God! Would the heavier one be worse?
Paul and Rafe finished their beers and came back on the porch.
"Let me have that bottle again" Rafe smiled. "Is he still gagged?"
"Yes, Sir" Bruce nodded.
"Okay, kid. You're getting this again. Be brave!"
I shrieked into the gag as he slathered more alcohol into my cuts, drumming my feet on the ground from the pain. Once again, he kept pouring it over me, working it into all over and under my ass.
"Let me do some of that" Paul volunteered.
"Okay" Rafe shrugged.
He passed Paul the bottle. Paul poured some into his palm and rubbed it onto my balls. Then he poured more over me, opening up my cuts so he could rub it in deep. He rubbed some into my anus and penis, too. By now, I was shrieking as it burned.
"Okay, Paul" Rafe smiled. "I think that's enough."
"He owes me" Paul grinned. He poured some more into his palms and slathered it over my ass crack and balls, laughing as I shrieked in agony. My balls and asshole were blazing. He rubbed more over my penis, making that blaze too.
"I said that's enough" Rafe said grimly. "The bottle, please."
Paul handed it over. Rafe capped it and gave it to Bruce. "Put it back in the car. Put the canes back, too. The kid's had enough of that."
"That's not fair" Paul complained. "I want to do what you did. I want to give him some on his asshole."
"You can do that with another cane."
"That's what I mean, with the other cane. We still haven't used that on him."
"And we won't. Not this time, anyway." He nodded to Bruce. "Take them down."
"What about the strap?"
"Leave it" Paul said sharply.
Rafe just shrugged. "We'll bring it down when we come."
Bruce took the canes and bottle down to the car.
"Let's go somewhere we can get a drink" Rafe said to Paul. "The kid's not going to be in shape to be fu_cked by anyone for another hour or so at least."
"We'll just leave him here?"
"Why not? You said no one comes here. We'll tie him to the rail again and leave him gagged."
"Okay" Paul shrugged. "Sounds good." He grinned. "Maybe we'll run into some others we can bring back for him."
"Why not?" Rafe shrugged. "You can test whether he's learned his lessons, too."
"Yeah" Paul grinned. "He'll need another, I'll bet."
They made me bend through the rails so they could tie me up like for the first beating. In that position, my ass was a prime target. Paul couldn't resist. He reached back and slapped me hard with his hands.
I screamed into the gag, shrieking when he did it a second time.
He looked at Rafe and grinned. "I was just testing the gag."
"It works" Rafe said dryly. "Make sure it won't come out, Bruce."
Bruce had come back while they were tying me to the rail. He got another rope and bound it through my mouth.
"Let me test it with this" Paul grinned, picking up the strap.
He went out beside me and slashed it across my ass. JESUS! That hurt! I shrieked as it smashed into the cuts. And shrieked as he did it again. OH GOD!!! Was that ever bad!
He gave me six or seven more across my ass. "God, that ass turns me on!" he suddenly blurted. "I'm going to fu_ck it now!"
He ripped off his jeans and rammed his prick into me. I shrieked as he rammed it in, plunging in so hard that his pelvis slammed into my ass in that first lunge. Thank God it was still lubricated by Bruce's cum!
He kept lunging in hard, raping me viciously. He used his prick like a crowbar.
"Oh God!" he suddenly yelled. I felt him lunge and then hold his prick in. "God!" He was cumming into me in a flood. "Fu_ck!!!"
I felt him slump against me. "Wow!" he grinned. "That was fu_cking good!"
It sure wasn't good for me. His lunges had really hurt.
Paul looked at the others and laughed. "Gag working okay?" he grinned.
Rafe smiled. "Perfectly, I should say. Shall we go? I want that drink."
"Sounds great!" Paul laughed, pulling up his jeans. "Shi_t! I've got blood all over me."
"It's just on your belly. Wipe it off with your underpants. No one will see it."
"I guess not." He grinned at Bruce. "Was he that good for you?"
"Different" Bruce smiled. He sounded scornful.
"Let's go" Rafe insisted.
They all went down the road, leaving me sobbing in pain on the rail.
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I'd never felt anything like the pain still stabbing out of my ass. What I'd got from Tom and Phil the previous weekend was nothing, compared to what that cane had done to me. The pain in my buttocks just kept burning, like red-hot coals in a well-banked barbecue. Except that someone kept throwing gasoline on the coals, too. Every time I thought it was becoming bearable, I'd move a muscle or do something different that made the pain suddenly flare up. On top of the pain from my bruised rectum, it was fu_cking awful.
And it wasn't just the pain. I felt horribly exposed, tied over the fence rails with my naked ass sticking out waiting to be punished again. Or raped. I had no illusions about what would happen when they came back. I knew they'd been turned on too much not to give me more of the same.
I just hoped they would come back. God knows what would happen to me, I thought miserably, if they didn't. It was almost dark now. Nobody would ever find me if they didn't come back and release me.
If only I'd been smarter back there in the parking lot, I thought. I could have avoided this.
As I hung there in the growing dark, I had lots of time to think about what I could have done differently.
For some reason, I'd never even thought that the road between my house and the store could be unsafe. I'd walked it so many times that I guess I took safety for granted. Had I known what might happen, I could have begged a ride from someone there at the convenience store. Or even phoned home to ask to be picked up. I'd not have liked doing that, because of what I'd have to explain, but I could have thought of something. Whatever the difficulties of that, it would have been better than the position I was in now.
I guess if I'd really thought carefully, I could have contemplated being smarter about what I'd said to them, too. But even tied down over that rail, with my ass in the air positioned for another thrashing, I never thought of changing what I'd said. What I'd said to them was true. I wasn't being a smart-ass when I said they were assholes and fu_cking perverts. That's what they were. I was just telling it like it was. It wasn't what I said that was responsible for what I'd received. It was my foolishness in thinking I was safe on the road.
I did think briefly about what I'd say if I met them again. I'd said I'd never show disrespect again, but I knew that to be a lie. I'd sure not show them respect if I was in a place where it was safe to speak my mind. No fu_cking way! I'd just make sure they could never pick me up like this again.
Then I remembered what Rafe had said and realized that they almost certainly would. I closed my eyes and sobbed.
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[22] . [Moonlit games]
By the time Paul and Bruce came back, the moon had come up and there was enough light to see their faces. Rafe wasn't with them, but they'd brought two other guys.
I could tell from their laughs that they'd drunk a fair amount.
"This the little fu_cker?" It was one of the new guys. "The smart-ass gay that wants our pricks up his ass?"
"That's the one" Paul grinned. "That's not all he wants, either. He just loves getting it on his ass."
"He sure looks rigged for that" the new guy laughed. He sounded a little drunk. "He's rigged to be fu_cked, thas' for sure."
"He's rigged and ready for both" Paul laughed. "Right, kid?"
I shook my head, mouthing muffled protests into the gag.
"Fu_ck!" the new guy grinned. "He doesn't even answer properly. Let me give it to the little fu_cker."
He pulled out his belt, doubled it up, and started beating me. I shrieked into the gag in pain as the belt smashed into the cuts in my buttocks.
"You got something better than this?" he said after a minute.
"Let me go see" Paul answered. "Too bad Rafe wouldn't give us his canes."
"He's pretty mean with them" Bruce grinned. "He won't lend them to anybody."
"He doesn't trust us" Paul shrugged. "Let's go see what we can find."
He turned back to the guy with the belt. "Keep on giving him that, Frank. See if you can wake him up a little."
Frank laughed. "Don't worry. I will."
Paul went off with Bruce. Frank started hitting me again.
The other guy suddenly grinned. "Hey, I just noticed something. How about using this?"
He picked up the one-by-two Paul had used on me the previous week. "This'll attract his attention."
"Not bad" Frank grinned. He brandished it below my face. "What do you think, kid?"
I moaned in fear, shaking my head frantically.
"I think that means he doesn't like it" Frank grinned. "That sounds like a recommendation to me, Dave."
"Sounds like one to me, too" Dave laughed. "Let me give it to him."
"Okay, you found it."
Dave went out to my side, reached back, and smashed the board across my buttocks. He hit hard, really hard. The pain from the blow was unbelievable. I shrieked into the gag. And shrieked again as he smashed it in a second time.
By the time Paul and Bruce came back, I was shrieking and sobbing in pain.
"Hey, that looks better than what we found" Paul laughed. "Let me give him some with that."
After Paul, Bruce took over.
"I want to do what Rafe did" he grinned. "Help me put him over the log."
Paul and Dave helped Bruce do that.
"Grab his legs and pull them apart."
Bruce took the board out front of me while they did that.
"Thas' fu_cking good" Frank grinned, reaching down to grope the cheeks of my buttocks. He pushed his thumb in my asshole. "Fu_cking good!"
"Take your hand away" Bruce demanded.
He started smashing the board down between my legs. He smashed several blows down on each ass cheek and then came up and stood over me.
"Push his legs in."
He aimed the end of the stick at my asshole and pushed it against my anus. I shrieked in terror. With my ass pulled open, there was nothing I could do.
"How about we stick this up his ass?" Bruce grinned.
He didn't wait for an answer. I shrieked as he tried to drive it in.
"Fu_ck!" Dave laughed. "Don't push that up his ass, Bruce! You'll ruin him for us."
"I wanna fu_ck him" Frank announced. He'd already stripped off his jeans. "Keep holding him like that."
He pushed Bruce out of the way and dropped down on me, ramming his prick into my asshole. I shrieked into the gag as he rammed it in all the way.
"Shi_t, he's fu_cking good! Fu_ck!"
He came quickly.
"Put him over on his back" Dave ordered.
He dropped down on me, lunging in almost as hard as Frank had. After Dave had cum, Paul and the other two fu_cked me. They all fu_cked me hard. Dave and Frank both fu_cked me a second time.
"You like that, kid?" Dave grinned after cumming a second time. "That turn you on the way you like it?"
I nodded as I sobbed. "Yes, Sir." I didn't dare say anything else.
He laughed. "You really are a fu_cking whore. Does he get it up his ass like this all the time, Paul?"
"I don't know" Paul shrugged. "You want to do this again sometime?"
"Sure, why not?" Dave grinned. "He just told us he likes it. I think we should help him out. Where do you live, kid?"
"He lives close by" Paul smiled. "Brian knows his address."
"What's your name?" Dave asked. "We can't just call you 'fu_ck hole'."
I didn't dare lie. "Alan, Sir. Alan Bryant."
"Ted Bryant's son?"
I nodded in embarrassment. "Yes, Sir."
"That's rich" he grinned.
"Who's this Bryant guy?" Frank asked.
"Oh, just one of the more prominent anti-gays in town. Church elder, active Republican, the whole bit. He'd flip if he knew his son was giving his ass to us."
"No shi_t!" Frank laughed. "Fu_ck! Too bad we don't have a camera to take pictures for his dad. Maybe we should get one and take the kid over to one of the roadhouses on I-5. That'd really freak his dad out."
Dave shook his head. "Fu_ck that. Let's go back to the bar before it closes. I want another beer."
Bruce nodded. "I should go back too. I've got to meet Rafe."
They went down the hill, leaving me standing naked by the porch. Then, suddenly, Bruce ran back.
"I want the velcro bands" he told me. "Take them off."
I held out my hands. He stripped the bands off my wrists. I reached down, got them off my ankles, and handed them to him.
"Thanks" he smiled. "I'd get it on my ass too, if I came back without them."
"You would?" I asked in surprise.
"Yeah, I would." He grinned at me. "You're not the only bottom in town, kid."
I looked at him in astonishment as he ran down the hill.
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[23] . [Aftermath]
It took me a while to collect my clothes and get out of there. I used the hose by the cottage to flush myself out and then had to wait until the mess all drained out. By the time I hobbled painfully down the hill, it must have been close to eleven.
Somehow, I stumbled home. It took a long time to get there, partly because I hid every time a car came by. I couldn't help fearing that they would come back looking for more.
I could still feel their pricks moving inside me when I got home. I found a hose out in the garden and used that to flush out my asshole again. I did that for a long time, pushing the hose as far in as I could until finally I figured it had to be clean. I pulled on my clothes and stumbled inside the house.
My father was waiting for me, livid with anger. "What have you been doing? Your mother was sick with worry about you. Do you know what time it is?"
I shook my head.
"It's after midnight. Where have you been? You were supposed to be home for dinner."
I couldn't tell him the truth. "I was out with a friend. I'm sorry. I forgot to call. I meant to."
"That's inexcusable."
I nodded. "I know" I sighed. "I'm sorry. I wasn't near a phone most of the time."
"You should have phoned before you went out with him. We need to know where you are. It's dangerous for you to be out so late."
"I know" I nodded again. Little did he know!
"Then don't do it. Okay?"
"I'm sorry, dad. There's not much more I can say."
He pursed his lips. "All right, son. We'll talk about this in the morning."
He went upstairs ahead of me.
"Is Alan home?" That was my mother, calling out from the bedroom.
"Yes, he is. It's okay now, dear. He's fine."
"Thank God!"
Somehow, I got through the night. Thankfully, my sister and I had separate bathrooms. I crept back downstairs when I figured everyone was asleep, got some ice from the fridge, and sat in a cold bath for an hour. When I finally stumbled into bed, my ass was more or less numb. To my surprise, I actually slept.
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Well, that's the Saturday evening story.
Looking back on it, I can see how it may look *AS IF* I wanted what I got. I emphasize the 'as if'. Just because I was provocative, that doesn't mean I wanted what I provoked.
Maybe I'm being too defensive. One thing is painfully clear: I should have thought of consequences. Whether it was being a smart-ass or not thinking of the dangers of being on that road, I was stupid. And, to be perfectly honest, I still make that kind of mistake sometimes.
I still don't think first before reacting and flailing out. As one of you knows personally, I did that in a particularly egregious and insulting way in reacting to an email I received from a guy who read the previous story. Jeb punished me for that and made me apologize, as well he should have. I should never have reacted like that. I was ashamed when I realized later how totally unwarranted my outburst had been. I deserved more punishment than Jeb gave me.
I know I've got to stop thinking I can get away with being a smart-ass just because I'm brighter than the guys I'm insulting. That's arrogance. Even worse, it's dangerous. Jeb is right to say that I bait trouble by acting that way sometimes. He's afraid I may get myself into trouble again.
I know Jeb means well. Maybe I've been wrong to defy him and appeal to you. Maybe I've just got to accept that he's right when he decides to punish me, regardless of what I may think. Or at least to trust his judgement. I made the mistake of not trusting my dad. I don't want to make that same mistake with Jeb. I really do want to stay with him.
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I don't think I'll write more about that weekend. You can probably guess what happened the next day. Tom and Phil made me come out to meet them, and I did. Fortunately, Lance wasn't there. Tom and Phil were mad as hell at me for letting someone else beat my ass. They gave me a lot with the strap for doing that.
I met Lance the following weekend, which is another story. I don't know if I'll write about that, either. He used a cane to 'teach' me, giving me an even worse caning than I'd received from Rafe. Tom did, too. They made me meet them three times that weekend, beating me severely each time. By its end, I'd learned everything there was to learn about "obedience". I was ready to be introduced to their friends.
I'm not sure how much I want to tell you about subsequent events. I got beaten and fu_cked by more guys and in more ways than I really want to remember. Not just by Tom and Phil and their friends, but also by Dave and Rafe and other local guys. I don't know whether it's better to write about that or just seal those episodes shut.
I guess that's another reason why I'll probably give in to Jeb and let him do what he likes. I need him to talk to. And I really do need his love.
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