"Oh man, that was great," Lance whispered.
Dirk sat up, releasing the sophomore's _d_i_c_k_. "Yeah, you seemed to be havin' a good time," Dirk said with a laugh. The husky senior laid down next to Lance and put a muscular arm across his chest. Lying together nude on the narrow dorm bed, the two boys presented a strong contrast. Younger Lance's short, lightly-muscled gymnast's body was nearly smooth except for a dusting of golden hair on his legs and a patch of deeper, hay-colored tight curls at his crotch. His boyish good looks were set off by a puppyish snub nose and thick blond hair he kept cut neatly short.
Dirk, two years older, had the tall, lean, muscular physique of a dockworker. Coal-black hair matted his powerful arms and legs, and spread like a carpet over his bulging pectorals. His large square jaw, full lower lip and intensely green eyes beneath his black flattop haircut combined in an effect too coarse to be considered handsome, but there was something both brutal and exotic in his features. There was another stark contrast between the boys: Lance's neatly circumcised _d_i_c_k_, with its rounded deep-pink head, was about the six-inch average when fully hard. But even flaccid as it was now, Dirk's _c_o_c_k_ looked as if a weapon grew from his crotch instead of a _d_i_c_k_. The fat shaft was sheathed in swarthy, veined skin, and his bulbous purplish _c_o_c_k_head was just visible inside a tight foreskin. Lance had gasped in shock the first time he saw Dirk's _c_o_c_k_ hard -- standing straight up, granite-hard against his dark-furred stomach, the meaty pole was ten pulsing inches long and nearly as thick as Lance's wrist!
Lance rolled onto his side, and Dirk changed position to curl up against his boyfriend's smooth body, his groin pressed to the younger boy's full rounded buttocks. Though he'd come into Lance's jerking fist only a few minutes earlier, Dirk's _c_o_c_k_ began to stir and lengthen, rubbing against the silky warmth of Lance's sleek bottom.
"Someday soon..." he whispered in Lance's ear as his hardening _d_i_c_k_ slid to rest in the deep crevice between the blonde boy's asscheeks.
"C'mon, Dirk," Lance said uncomfortably, "You know I can't take your woody there, dude. You're just too _d_a_m_n_ big!"
"Yeah, right," Dirk whispered again, "We'll see about that," and he chuckled softly. Dirk rolled onto his back and jumped upright.
"C'mon, dude, time ta get ready for class," he said, glancing at the clock.
"Ummmm," Lance muttered sleepily, "I'm tired, I'm gonna cut." WHACK! "Yeoww!" The blonde youth yowled and jerked as Dirk landed a vigorous open-palmed smack across his bare bottom. "_d_a_m_n_ it Dirk, that hurt!" he shouted angrily.
"Yeah, well then get the hell up and get your ass to class before I give ya a couple dozen more," the darkhaired boy smirked. Smiling to himself, Dirk noticed that even though Lance still grimaced and was rubbing the sore red hand-print on his backside, the blonde boy's _c_o_c_k_ was abruptly half-hard! Hmmmm, looks like my li'l buddy doesn't know what he really likes yet, Dirk thought. As he climbed into his jeans and sweatshirt, he let his eyes rove over Lance's seductive body. Maybe it's time, Dirk thought.......
Late that same night, the two boys were saying goodnight in the deep shadow of a stand of pines next to Blair Hall. Dirk's hand cupped the back of Lance's blond head, as he crushed his mouth against his younger lover's and ground his aching crotch against the front of the sophomore's jeans.
"Mmmmmmm..." Lance moaned as Dirk's tongue explored his mouth. Gasping, the two boys drew apart.
"Hey -- I've got a present for ya," Dirk said hoarsely, and Lance could see the senior's eyes glinting mischievously in the moonlight.
"A present? How come, it's not my birthday or anything," Lance replied.
"I just felt like gettin' ya a present," the dark-haired boy answered, pulling out of his jacket pocket a dark-blue box which he handed to Lance.
"Go on, open it," Dirk said. The blond boy pulled the top off the box. Inside, on a bed of cobalt-blue plush velvet, lay a small oddly-shaped gold charm on a thin gold chain. Lance picked up one end of the chain and drew the charm out of the box, turning it this way and that to examine it in the moonlight.
"Hey -- it's a jigsaw-puzzle piece! Cool!," Lance exclaimed, "how'd you know I liked puzzles?"
Dirk laughed. "I like 'em too. Put it on," he said.
The blonde youth put the box in his pocket, then drew the chain wide and reached behind his neck to clasp it. The polished-gold puzzle-piece flashed and glittered in the moonlight against his black sweatshirt.
"Hey -- thanks, man. I really like it," Lance said in a soft voice.
"I knew ya would -- and like they say, it's the kinda gift that keeps on giving," Dirk replied with an oddly lopsided grin.
"What do you mean?" Lance asked.
"Nothin' -- but do me a favor, okay? Don't take it off?" the tall senior said, stroking his younger boyfriend's cheek.
"Sure..." Lance sighed, leaning against Dirk and pressing his head into the warm shoulder of the senior's wool varsity jacket.
A week later, Lance sat staring blankly at his computer screen on Saturday morning. Dirk was gone for the weekend -- he'd called early to tell Lance his parents wanted him to come home that weekend, a bunch of relatives were coming, etc. It was a warm, beautiful autumn day, and the blonde youth was disappointed and a little angry at having to spend it alone. He finished a paper for his Western Civ class, did some laundry, then moped around his dorm room until nightfall. Lance turned on the TV and began watching a mindless sitcom re-run, then thought, _f_u_c_k_ this! I'm gonna go out. He grabbed a towel and walked down the deserted dorm corridor to the men's showers. Inside, he stripped out of his clothes, turned on the taps, and stepped naked beneath the steaming spray. He soaped his body, turning this way and that beneath the showerhead, and suddenly felt the gold puzzle-piece on its chain around his neck. The charm brought a sudden memory of his muscular boyfriend. Oh, man, it would be so great to have him here right now, Lance thought. His soapy hand wandered down to his crotch as he recalled the hot, animalistic _s_e_x_ Dirk had introduced him to the very first night they'd met.
Lance had been a virgin, and after several beers in Dirk's room, the swarthy senior had wormed the truth out of Lance -- he was not only a virgin, he was gay, too. Then it was lovemaking as Lance had never imagined it -- forceful, almost brutal, his body responding to the darkhaired senior's rough caresses so strongly he was almost frightened. Only when he saw the awesome length and thickness of Dirk's _c_o_c_k_ -- and felt it pushing gently but firmly between the cheeks of his virgin ass -- did Lance truly get frightened. But Dirk calmed him, promised he would do nothing the boy didn't want, and the terrifyingly big _c_o_c_k_ stayed well away from his bottom after that. Lance was fully hard under the shower now, his soapy fist sliding slowly up and down his _c_o_c_k_, as he remembered the moment when Dirk had pushed him back on the bed, leaned down, and taken Lance's _c_o_c_k_ into his mouth. The blond boy had gasped in shocked ecstasy -- it was nothing like what he'd imagined. Dirk's mouth sucked and licked powerfully, even nipping the boy's tender _c_o_c_k_flesh now and then with his teeth, while the tall swarthy boy crudely squeezed Lance's sensitive balls -- suddenly Lance came out of his reverie, standing beneath the torrent of steaming water from the shower as his body tensed and shuddered in orgasm. Hot spurts of come jetted from his _c_o_c_k_, to splash on the tiled floor and be swept away into the drain. Panting, he shut off the water and padded barefoot into the lockerroom. He toweled himself dry, wrapped the towel around his waist, and headed back down the corridor to his room.
Lance was just tucking his flannel shirt into the waistband of his jeans when he heard a sharp rap at the door. _f_u_c_k_! he thought, Who the hell is that? He walked over to the door, annoyed, and jerked it open. The youth opened his mouth to ask "What do you want?" but he never got the words out. At first he thought he was seeing double: standing in the doorway were two hugely-muscled, darkhaired men with identical features, wearing identical tight white jeans and identical white athletic undershirts that showed off their massive physiques. Then Lance realized the two men were obviously twins, but what in the hell two bodybuilder twins could want with him at nine o-clock on a Saturday night...?
"Are you Lance Connolly?" one of the muscular men asked in a deep bass voice.
"Yeah. Why -- what do you guys want?" Lance demanded. But suddenly the men pushed him back into the room, one shutting the door behind them.
"Hey!" the blonde young man protested as he was pushed backward. The twin in front reached into his pocket and held something out on his brawny palm.
"Do you have a matching piece?," he demanded. Lance saw the glitter of gold in the man's hand -- and realized the beefy twin held a jigsaw-puzzle charm similar to the one Dirk had given him. Surprised, he drew his puzzle charm from beneath his shirt. The muscular man held the two pieces together, and all three of them could see that the pieces fit perfectly together.
"This is the one," the tall man said to his twin, "Give me the bag." The other bodybuilder wordlessly handed his brother a fat black attache case.
"Hey! What the hell's going on here?," Lance demanded, suspecting that Dirk was behind all this.
"Your friend asks you to trust him and do as we ask," the beefy twin said. He snapped the case open and removed a bundle of clothing.
"Put these on. We're going for a ride." Lance hesitantly took the clothes from the hugely-muscled man. The whole thing was weird -- but they did have a piece that fit his puzzle-charm perfectly -- and Dirk wouldn't ask him to do anything dangerous....
"Okay, wait here, I'll be right back," he said, turning away to go into the next room and change. But the brawny twin's arm shot out and caught him by the shoulder, spinning Lance around.
"No. You change right here. In front of us," the man ordered in a low, level voice.
"_f_u_c_k_ you!," the sophomore shot back. The man smiled thinly.
"We can change your clothes for you -- but you won't like it very much," he said with menace in his tone. Lance stared at the man, recognizing that he meant what he said -- oh well, what the _f_u_c_k_, he thought. This must be some stupid practical joke of Dirk's, that asshole. Well if he wants me to give Huey and Dewey a show, _f_u_c_k_, I'll give 'em a show!
"Fine," he snapped at the man, and began to strip out of his flannel shirt and jeans. Standing in his white briefs and socks, he picked up the faded, torn jeans the man had handed him and began to step into them when the man spoke again.
"No underwear," he ordered. Lance flushed with anger and embarrassment. _d_a_m_n_ it, Dirk was gonna hear about THIS asshole joke! But the bodybuilder and his brother, bulging arms akimbo, stood staring dispassionately at him. Lance snorted, then pushed his jockeys down and kicked them off.
"Take a good look," he spat sarcastically, putting his hands on his hips and standing with his legs apart. The bulky twin in front sneered.
"Get dressed," he commanded, and Lance flushed again at the bodybuilder's expression and tone.
He picked up the ripped jeans again, and began pulling them up his legs -- but they were much smaller than his regular size; he could barely get them up to the top of his thighs. Standing in front of the twins with the torn, faded jeans stuck just below his crotch, he said, "I can't, they're too tight."
The man uncrossed his arms. "That's the whole point," he growled, striding forward and taking hold of the belt loops on each side of Lance's legs.
"Hey!," Lance shouted, startled -- but suddenly the muscular man gave a mighty upward heave, and the tight jeans were jerked up to Lance's waist so rapidly that he was lifted off the floor for a moment. "OW!" the fair boy cried -- his balls were cruelly crushed in the too-tight jeans.
"Shut up," the burly twin said in his flat voice. Staring into Lance's eyes, he deftly pulled the straining waistband tight and buttoned it. Then the boy felt the twin's brawny hand brush his _c_o_c_k_, and a tingle of excitement as strong fingers grasped his soft _d_i_c_k_ and adroitly pushed it to the side of the open fly. Then the man took hold of the tab of the zipper at the jeans' fly.
"Suck in your gut. Now." he ordered. Some deep, instinctive part of the boy's psyche told him to obey. He breathed deeply inward, tightening the muscles of his stomach -- and the twin jerked the tab upward with a metallic "zzzzzzip!" Lance could barely breathe -- the jeans fit like a coat of paint! He could feel the cool air of the room on parts of his thighs, balls, and ass that bulged through a dozen rips in the faded denim.
"Put your arms over your head," the beefy twin commanded, and again Lance obeyed. The white-clad bodybuilder picked up the tattered white T-shirt from the floor and pulled it roughly down the blond boy's arms and torso. Like the jeans, it was so tight the sophomore could barely breathe. Both of his pink nipples poked out through rips in the torn undershirt. The gold puzzle-charm gleamed against the tattered white cotton.
The other twin stepped forward, eyeing Lance up and down, the nodded his head.
"You'll do. Let's get going," he said to his beefy brother and the blonde youth.
"Wait a minute -- where are you guys taking me?" the boy demanded. The twin bodybuilders stared at him.
"To Heaven," the man on the left said.
"To Hell," his brother countered. Lance rubbed his hand over his forehead -- Dirk was behind this, the puzzle pieces showed that much -- and the twins had said that "your friend asks you to trust him...".
What the hell, the boy thought. It was better than hanging out at the lame straight bar on a Saturday night!
"Okay," he said, and the three left the room. Outside in the corridor, the twin who'd pulled his jeans up turned to Lance and said, "One more thing..." He pulled a narrow length of black fabric from his pocket, then reached up and placed it across Lance's eyes, tying it behind the boy's blond head to blindfold him.
"Well, that's great," Lance said derisively, "How the _f_u_c_k_ am I supposed to get down three flights of stairs when I can't see?"
He felt the man's warm breath against his ear, as the muscular twin whispered, "I'll take care of it..." Lance could see nothing but blackness through the thick cloth of the blindfold, but he felt the man move near -- the suddenly the beefy twin picked the boy up effortlessly, and cradled him in both arms against his muscular chest as easily as a baby. Lance's black void of a world bobbed up and down as they descended the stairs. He felt a thrill of excitement over the bizarre mock-kidnapping, this weird joke of Dirk's. And his feeling of helplessness, cradled like an infant against the bodybuilder's jutting pectorals, both frightened and excited him. Lance felt his _c_o_c_k_ stir in the tight jeans -- the husky man's palm cupped his backside, and rubbed against the bare skin exposed through the ripped cloth as they moved down the staircase. Then the boy felt the cool air that meant they were outdoors. He could hear the low purring of an idling car motor, then the metallic click as a door was opened. The man climbed inside with Lance still in his arms, and the boy heard a deep "thunk," then "snick!" as the door was closed and locked. Another "thunk" from the front part of the car -- that was the other twin, getting in to drive, Lance realized -- and then the car moved, gathering speed.
Still blindfolded, Lance lay unmoving against the twin's chest, sitting in the man's lap as the car rumbled over a rough road. Abruptly, the bodybuilder's hand moved off of Lance's shoulder, and ruffled through the boy's hair...moving lower to stroke his cheek...Lance felt a finger tracing the outline of his lips as the man's other hand slid down to cup the crotch of the torn jeans...the finger on his lips pushed gently.......the youth parted his lips and the twin's finger slipped into his mouth, the hand at his crotch began kneading his _c_o_c_k_ and balls through the ripped fabric. Lance was surprised when he instinctively began to suck softly at the finger in his mouth, like a baby sucking the nipple of a bottle.
"That's a good boy," the husky man whispered next to Lance's ear, slipping another finger into the youth's mouth. The boy squirmed in discomfort as his _c_o_c_k_ rapidly hardened, crushed and constrained by the skin-tight jeans, the bodybuilder's broad strong palm roughly stroking Lance's aching shaft through the denim. Another finger slipped into his mouth, and the boy went on softly sucking, his lips distended by the three sausage-thick digits. Lance felt the man's cheek brush his own as the twin lowered his head to slowly draw his tongue down the blond youth's neck......the man dipped his head still lower, and Lance moaned around the fingers filling his mouth as the husky twin pushed the boy's arm up, and began sucking gently on Lance's right nipple, poking out of the torn T-shirt.......the sucking grew stronger, and the hand on the boy's straining crotch moved to cup Lance's balls, kneading them so forcefully that the youth felt an sharp ache of distress through the glow of pleasure.
"Mmmph!" Lance yelped, the sound muffled by the bodybuilder's fingers.
The man drew away from his nipple, and the boy again felt warm breath on his ear as the twin spoke in a slow, husky whisper, "Shhhhh.....be a good boy......your big brother doesn't want to have to give you a spanking......you don't want that, do you boy?........." Fear blossomed in Lance at the bodybuilder's strange words -- "big brother"? spanking"?. What the hell am I doing here, this is too _f_u_c_k_ing weird!, he thought frantically, and began struggling against the muscular man. In an instant, the twin's powerful right arm clamped around Lance, pinning the boy effortlessly in place, the man's fingers still plugging Lance's mouth.
"Now, now," the husky whisper came again at the struggling youth's ear. Panicked, Lance bit down on the fingers in his mouth. Wordlessly, the twin jerked his fingers out of the boy's mouth.
"That's not a nice thing to do to your big brother, now, is it......?" the beefy man said. He raised his voice.
"Keep driving. There's going to be a little noise back here for a minute," Lance heard him call to his brother. There was a grunt of acknowledgment from the driver, then the blindfolded boy, still struggling, felt himself effortlessly turned sideways and flipped face-downward, lying with his forehead against the cool leather car seat and his groin nestled over the muscular man's lap.
"Let me go!" Lance shouted, his arms flailing blindly. The twin reached out and grabbed both of the youth's wrists in a one-handed grip, forcing them against the back of Lance's neck to pin the boy powerlessly in place.
"I don't like to have to give little brother a spanking," the bodybuilder said gently -- then -- WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The man's broad palm slammed down across Lance's jerking buttocks, delivering a rapid barrage of brutal blows.
"Ah!"
"Oww!"
"OUCH!"
"YOW!!"
"STOP YEEOWW!!" the blond boy cried out at the savage spanking -- each agonizing slap of the twin's beefy hand burned like a glowing coal on the parts of Lance's bottom that were covered by denim, and scorched like open flames across the bare skin exposed by the numerous rips and tears in the seat of his jeans. Only five spanks -- yet Lance's bottom sizzled with agony from the incredible force the husky man put into the blows.
"Are you going to be a good boy now?" the man asked, placing his hand on the youth's glowing backside to let him know what was coming if he gave the wrong answer.
"YES! YES, I promise!" Lance begged. He couldn't believe the searing pain in his spanked ass, he'd do whatever the man wanted to avoid more.
"Good......" the twin whispered, flipping Lance over again and cradling him in his hugely-muscled arms, the boy wincing as his sore bottom rested again on the man's lap. The fingers caressed Lance's lips again, and the blond youth dutifully opened his mouth and began gently sucking them as before.
"See, there's a good little brother," the beefy man sighed, his other hand moving down to the boy's crotch again. Lance was suddenly shocked to realize his _c_o_c_k_ was harder than ever -- he could feel the sticky wetness of pre-come on the head of his _d_i_c_k_ as the bodybuilder roughly rubbed his straining pole. Again his arms were pushed upward, and the man began sucking Lance's nipples again, alternating from one to the other.......he began to nibble them gently with his teeth.....then more firmly as Lance's nipples grew hard and erect.......the boy let out a muffled yelp from time to time as his nipples felt the firmer bites........The twin suddenly unbuttoned the tight waistband of Lance's torn jeans. He gripped the zipper's tab, and drew it downward with tortuous slowness, chuckling softly as Lance whimpered with eagerness through the fingers filling his mouth. The muscular man reached into Lance's opened jeans and eased the boy's achingly stiff _c_o_c_k_ out, Lance sighing loudly in relief as his hardon was freed from the tightly-confining denim. The twin grasped the smooth-bodied youth's _c_o_c_k_ in a tight grip, and began running his thumb in slow circles over the precome-slick head. Lance wriggled and squirmed in a mixture of ecstasy and torment; the stimulation of his super-sensitive _c_o_c_k_head was driving him nearly insane......the man went on gently biting Lance's hard nipples, a fresh trickle of precome wetting the boy's _c_o_c_k_head with every firm nip of his teeth. Lance was in a haze of intense sensation -- the sharp stabs of pain as the man bit his nipples, the delicious torment of the twin's rough thumb chafing his slippery _c_o_c_k_head, the glowing warmth of his spanked ass against the bodybuilder's lap............the man gently drew his fingers out of Lance's mouth, and the boy heard him rummaging through some receptacle in the moving car, the distinct click of metal against plastic.
"Now," Lance heard the low, husky whisper again, "...you be a good boy for me, right?" Silently, the youth nodded his head against the twin's chest in a wordless promise. As the thumb went on torturing his slick _c_o_c_k_head with ecstasy, Lance felt the chill touch of metal against his right nipple.........then a cold pressure that grew stronger and stronger as the twin slowly released his grip on the nipple clamp. Lance's body was rigid with the effort to withstand the sharp, almost burning pain of the tight clamp on his nipple......"Good boy, good boy," the bodybuilder whispered over and over, stroking Lance's hair and continuing to rub the boy's _c_o_c_k_head, until Lance relaxed, the pain in his clamped nipple dulling to an ache that was somehow strangely exciting.
"Now the other...." the man whispered, and again Lance felt the cold sensation of the metal clamp against his skin.......the husky twin released his grip on the clamp more quickly than before, and the blond boy jerked and gasped at the stab of agony in his sensitive nipple. Without thinking, his hand shot out to grip the bodybuilder's hand -- a silent plea for support that surprised Lance -- he'd reached out instinctively not to remove the tortuous clamp, but to wordlessly ask the muscular man's help in enduring the pain until it settled into the not-entirely-unpleasant throbbing of the first clamp. The twin's brawny paw enfolded Lance's hand, and the man whispered, "That's a very good boy....yes, very good," gently jacking the youth's _c_o_c_k_ as Lance slowly relaxed again.
"Just one more, little brother, now hold still," the whisper came against the boy's ear. Lance felt the man's beefy fingers against his balls, and a rasping sensation as the twin fastened the leather strap beneath the boy's scrotum. The _c_o_c_k_strap forced Lance's already-straining _c_o_c_k_ to granite hardness, standing straight up against the boy's stomach, and thrust his balls into a protruding position. Again the hand began toying with Lance's aching _d_i_c_k_.
"Please..." the youth whispered, his need to come so strong it was painful. But instead of gripping him and delivering the few firm strokes that would have brought him to orgasm, the hand abruptly moved away from Lance's hard pole.
"Not right now, boy, we're here," the twin whispered, "Time to get little brother all buttoned-up again." With muscular ease he pulled the waistband of the skintight jeans together and buttoned it, then gently but firmly began to tuck Lance's dripping erection and bulging ball sac into the open fly.
"Ah! Don't, please, it hurts!" Lance groaned at the painful pressure of the tight fabric.
"Shhh, boy, you don't want another spanking, now, do you?" the man said. Silently, the youth shook his blindfolded head against the twin's beefy chest in an emphatic negative.
"That's right," the man said, slowly drawing the zipper of the jeans upward until the fly closed completely. As the car slowed to a stop on the rough road, Lance writhed in discomfort with his hard _c_o_c_k_ and engorged balls crushed into his tight jeans. The door opened and the twin carried Lance out of the car and stood him on his feet.
The twin untied Lance's blindfold and removed it. Blinking in the bright moonlight, the boy saw that they were standing on a dirt road, bordered by thick woods on each side. There was no sound except the chirping of crickets in the hot stillness -- Lance realized they must be far from any town or village. A black Jeep was parked in the road ahead, and as the youth watched, the door opened and a man got out and began walking toward him. Though not as muscular as the twins, the man was very tall and well-built, dressed in a white T-shirt, jeans with a wide black leather belt, and black engineer's boots that crunched on the gravelly dirt of the road.
"Is this the one?" he asked the twins, ignoring Lance.
"It is, we made sure," the twin who'd fondled Lance replied. The man reached inside the neck of his T-shirt and pulled out -- a gold puzzle charm! He unsnapped the chain, as the twin pulled his puzzle charm out of his pocket. The man reached out and held his piece to the one the hung glittering from Lance's neck, and the twin held his piece next to it: all three fit perfectly into an odd, rounded arrowhead shape which showed there was still a piece missing.
"You're the one, alright," the man said, putting the chain back around his neck. The youth was getting more and more confused by the bizarre chain of events; this was too complicated to be a practical joke.
"Who are you?" Lance demanded, "And what the hell's going on here?" The man stepped close to Lance and bent down, his face a scant inch from the boy's.
"My name is Sir," he said in a deep, flat voice, "Don't ever call me anything else. And you don't need to know what's going on. Do you understand me?" Lance was frightened by the man's tone, by his cold stare.
"Y-yes," Lance replied. The man raised his eyebrows expectantly.
"...Sir," Lance said, and a small chilly smile curled the man's lips.
"You'll learn," he said.
"Hold still." The tall man reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade knife; the glistening blade shot out with a sharp click. Lance's eyes widened in fear and he took a step backward, but suddenly the twins were on each side of him, holding him in place.
"I told you not to move. You disobeyed me," the man said, slowly advancing on Lance with the knife. "Please...sir...don't hurt me," the terrified boy begged in a hoarse whisper.
"I'm not going to hurt you -- not yet," the tall man said.
"Now hold still." Staring into Lance's eyes, he raised the knife. The youth felt the chilly blade touch his neck, then begin to slide downward...there was a soft hissing sound as the razor-sharp blade sliced downward through the taut cotton of Lance's T-shirt, slitting it from neck to waist, until the tight material sprang apart as the cut was finished. The twins slipped the slashed undershirt off the boy. His stare never leaving Lance's eyes, the man slipped the point of the knife underneath the button at the ripped jeans' waist, and cut it off with a quick snap. Now he slid the point into the edge of the zipper in the boy's fly. Lance closed his eyes in terror as the blade slowly sliced downward, cutting the zipper away from the jeans, the sharp point gliding only a fraction of an inch from his burstingly-erect _c_o_c_k_. (END OF PART I)
With a quick stroke, "Sir" slashed through the zipper seam, and the boy's fly burst open. Lance couldn't help a loud sigh of relief as his aching balls and _d_i_c_k_ were set free from their denim prison, and the man laughed shortly. Each of the twins took hold of one side of Lance's waistband, and gave a powerful jerk -- the tattered jeans were torn in two, falling away from the boy, who now stood naked except for his white athletic socks.
"Follow me," the tall man ordered Lance. He turned and moved off into the woods, with the boy and the muscular twins following closely. The group walked for several minutes, until they arrived in a large clearing; a bright moon lit up the grassy center of the clearing, littered with a few downed trees, while shadows deepened under the tall woods that ringed the space. The man stopped and turned to the twins.
"Blindfold him again," he ordered. Lance stood obediently, frightened as he was, as the blindfold again turned his world into complete blackness.
"Put him over there -- you know what I want," he heard the man command. The twins picked Lance up bodily and carried him to the broad trunk of a downed tree in the center of the clearing, then laid him face-down on the rough bark.
"Ow! Please!" the boy cried out as the rugged bark rasped against the tender skin of his belly and his sensitive _c_o_c_k_ and balls. Then the youth felt his arms being pulled above his head -- the glassy feel of nylon rope fastening his wrists to protruding branches.
"Stop! LET ME GO!" Lance yelled in panic as he felt the twins bind him securely to the tree.
"Shut up." Lance jerked in surprise as the tall man's flat voice sounded next to his ear. Now the twins drew Lance's legs far apart, tying his ankles to the tree so the boy lay naked, bound spreadeagled on the broad trunk.
"Sir"s voice spoke again next to Lance's head.
"You disobeyed me, boy, didn't you?" he demanded. Lance was mute with terror. The man's hand shot out and gripped the hair on the back of Lance's head, pulling the boy's head upright off the trunk.
"I asked you a question, boy," he spat. His mouth dry with fear, Lance stuttered, "Y-y-yes, s-sir."
"That's right, boy, you disobeyed me. You won't do that twice." The boy heard a tinkle of metal, then the slithering sound of leather against cloth, and realized the tall man was removing his belt.
"P-please, sir, p-please don't w-whip m-me!" Lance begged, realizing why "Sir" was taking his belt off.
"You should have thought of that before you disobeyed me," the man said. Lance cringed on the trunk, his naked buttocks clenched tight in expectant terror of the strap. Then -- ssssswooooosh! CARAACCKK!!! The broad leather belt whistled through the air and smashed across the center of Lance's bare ass.
"YAAOWW!" the boy yelled, scorching pain exploding in his bottom -- the cut of the strap felt like a line of glowing coals. Again -- ssssswooooossh! CRAAAACCCKKKK!!!
"EEEEEEYYOOOOWW!" Lance yowled, as the strap slammed brutally across the thick lower swells of his rounded naked asscheeks. The youth struggled futilely against his tight bonds, his body instinctively trying desperately to escape the blistering pain of the punishing strap. Tears filled the boy's eyes, and beads of sweat broke out on his body, dripping down under his arms, trickling down the small of his back and down the deep cleft between his firm, burning buttocks.
Ssssssssswoooooosh!!!
CRAAAAACCKK!!!
Sssswwoooooosshh!
CAARRAACCCCKKKK!!!
Again and again, "Sir" pounded Lance's naked bottom with one savage stroke of the strap after another, as the youth writhed wildly and bawled out his pain to the deep woods. The tears in the boy's eyes had long since overflowed -- Lance sobbed and cried openly and loudly now, as his ass was roasted by the brutal strapping -- the sweat beading on his bare bottom seemed to increase the sizzling burn of each stroke, until he began to moan incoherently, on the verge of passing out. Abruptly, the strapping stopped, and Lance collapsed limply against the rough tree trunk beneath him, his ass glowing with the fierce heat of burning charcoal.
"Give him a couple minutes to rest, then put him up right here," the boy heard
"Sir" order dimly. Still quietly sobbing, Lance's heart pounded in terror. Dirk would never have set up anything like this -- it must be some horrible joke he played an unknown part in helping with, the boy thought. He moved painfully in his bonds -- and realized his _c_o_c_k_ was still hard as stone beneath him, the head slippery with pre-come against his belly!
Lance felt the tight ropes binding his wrists and ankles loosened........gently, he was picked up off the tree trunk and carried for a little distance.
"Don't fight it, little brother," the twin who'd fondled Lance whispered in the boy's ear, as he tightened the blindfold which was now damp with Lance's tears.
The blonde youth felt his wrists being tied together again. Then his arms were pulled slowly upward, as the twins pulled the rope up on overhanging branch, until Lance's arms were tightly stretched over his head and he was standing on his toes, barely touching the leaf-covered ground.
"Please..." the terrified boy whispered, unable to see what fresh torture was planned for him through the enveloping blindfold.
"There's a little game I play with boys who disobey me," Sir's level voice sounded in Lance's world of darkness.
"I call it 'stripes,'" the man said with a chuckle.
"Please sir, please, you punished me, I won't do it again," the boy pleaded.
"Oh, I know you won't," Sir replied sarcastically. The tall man gestured, and one of the twins handed him a short whip of braided black leather. Standing slightly behind and to the side of the bound youth, Sir raised the whip and brought it down across Lance's smooth back, just below his shoulderblades -- swiisshhhTHWACK!
"AAOWW!" the youth yelped as the stinging whipcrack slashed across his back, raising a smarting welt.
SsswwwiiissshTHWACK!!
Again the whip descended, striking Lance an inch below the first welt, and the boy yowled with the sharp burn cutting across his back.
SwwwiiishhTHWACK!
swwiisshhTHWACK!!
Over and over, Sir thrashed Lance with the whip, each stroke landing just an inch below the stroke before -- if the boy could have seen his back, he would have known why the man called this "stripes"!!! Lance's yowls of pain grew louder as the sting of each new whipcrack built on the pain of the others, and with the boy's terror as the whip moved lower and lower on his back -- he imagined, horrified, what that whip would feel like across his already-blazing bottom, still glowing red-hot from Sir's brutal strapping!
But just as the whipping reached the top of Lance's ass, it stopped. The boy sagged in his bonds -- then let out a surprised yelp as the clamps on his nipples were abruptly yanked ,off.
"YEOW!"
"Shut up," he heard Sir command. Lance cringed in terror as he heard the whip hiss through the air, fearing that first blow on his excruciatingly tender backside. THWACK!
"AAAOOOW!" the youth squealed in pain and surprise as the stinging whip slashed across his sore nipples instead! The tall man wasn't whipping Lance as hard as he'd whipped the boy's back -- he didn't need to. Lance's super-stimulated, sensitively erect nipples were far more susceptible to the pain of the whip than the smooth skin of his back. Again and again Sir snapped the braided whip across the writhing boy's nipples, while Lance yelped and squealed at the pain. Then the whipping stopped.
"Hmmmm! What have we here?" the man said, and Lance shrank in horror as he felt Sir draw the whip with a gentle tickle across his _c_o_c_k_ -- he was still fiercely, achingly erect!!!
"PLEASE sir, PLEASE don't whip my _d_i_c_k_! PLEASE!!!" Lance begged, terrified of the idea of the whip cutting into his _c_o_c_k_, and shocked nearly speechless to realize his _c_o_c_k_ was harder than ever, despite Sir's brutal treatment.
"Well, since you ask so politely, boy, I'll honor your request," the tall man said. He raised the whip -- and took aim instead at Lance's protruding ball sack! THWACK!
"YAAAAA!" the bound youth yelled as Sir expertly cracked the whip's tip against the tightly-stretched skin of his scrotum. THWICK! THWACK! THWACK! Lance screeched in torment, hopping and swaying in a vain attempt to avoid the whip's wasp-sting cracks against his balls. The boy was weeping again, the fierce pain of the whip against his swollen nut-sack forcing the tears of torment to flow.
"Enough of this playtime," Sir said, tossing the whip aside after two dozen cracks against the writhing youth's balls.
"Time for the cane." The tall husky man took the cane from one of the twins -- three feet of polished, thin bamboo, supple and strong. Sir drew his arm back, then swung the cane directly against the center of Lance's bulging scrotum.
"YEEAAAAHHHGG!" the bound youth shrieked, white-hot agony exploding in his groin as the flexible cane slammed against his swollen, sensitive balls. WHACK!
"YAAAAOOOWW!" WHACK! The woods rang with the sharp cuts of the cane and Lance's cries of torment, as Sir methodically caned the boy's scrotum over and over again!
As the caning continued, through his agony Lance felt a strong hand take hold of his hip, and another hand slick with some thick, greasy substance dipped into the deep cleft between his round, welted buttcheeks. Shrieking while the cane continued to punish his ball sack, the boy felt the hand smear the greasy ointment up and down his buttcrack, then a thick finger pushed into his tight, virgin hole! Lance was helpless to resist, tied inescapably to the overhead branch and nearly incoherent from the continued caning on his welted scrotum. Suddenly two hands gripped the youth's hips firmly, holding him in place, and Lance's terror exploded as he felt what could only be the thick hot head of a rigidly erect _c_o_c_k_ push between his sore strapped asscheeks, and press firmly against his never- entered hole!
"NO! AAAHHHOOOW!! PLEASE PLEASE NO!! YEEEAAGGHH!!" the boy begged even as he howled repeatedly while the cane bit into his nut-sack. His plea was ignored -- the stone-hard _c_o_c_k_ pushed slowly but inescapably forward, prying open Lance's grease-slicked hole..........wider and wider the broad rigid head stretched his boyhole, until the tearing pain was nearly as excruciating as the vicious cuts of the cane on Lance's scrotum. On and on the thick _c_o_c_k_ pushed -- the bound boy felt as if a baseball bat were being forced into his ass inch by agonizing inch!
"AAAAHHHHHGGGHH!!! PLEASE PLEASE TAKE IT OUT YEEEAAOOWWWOO!!!" Lance screamed, even as he felt a bush of scratchy pubic hair crush against his sore ass, his stinging aching hole now filled to the hilt with the huge hard _c_o_c_k_. The thick pole slowly slid nearly out -- then pushed back in strongly, a pair of heavy balls slapping against the boy's welted buttocks. Lance screamed and sobbed hoplessly -- his balls felt as if they were on fire as the vicious caning went on and on and on -- his asshole was torn by claws of agony with every powerful thrust of the _c_o_c_k_ filling his ass, and grew more agonizing still as the man raping his virgin ass began to _f_u_c_k_ him faster and harder, slamming the thick _c_o_c_k_ to the hilt!
Suddenly -- unbelievably -- a rush of incredible warmth bloomed in the bound boy's groin, growing and growing, stronger than even the slashing of the cane across his balls or the _c_o_c_k_ raping his asshole -- Lance felt his hard _c_o_c_k_ swell further until it seemed the skin would split -- the youth opened his mouth and shrieked a full-throated scream into the night, as he convulsed with a wild orgasm that seemed to turn his entire tortured body into one enormous throbbing, burning, spurting _c_o_c_k_!!! Jets of steaming hot come sprayed from his _d_i_c_k_ over and over, and his body writhed and shuddered as Lance came so powerfully he nearly fainted.
"WHO TOLD YOU TO COME, BOY!?!?" Sir shouted in fury. The cane came down across Lance's scrotum again, but much harder, the tip actually cutting into the welted skin of his balls! The youth screamed at the hideous pain, but again the cane slammed into his nut sack. The man raping him began a brutal sodomizing, pulling his _c_o_c_k_ completely free of Lance's hole before ramming it to the hilt, unmercifully stretching the boy's tight virgin hole with savage force. The hands left his hips, and both the boy's tortured nipples were gripped between a tormenting thumb and forefinger, pinched and pulled and cruelly squeezed, while the cane began to hit Lance's _c_o_c_k_ now as well as his balls! The blond youth screamed and screamed, praying he would pass out -- but incredibly, his _c_o_c_k_ began to grow again!!
Again and again the huge _c_o_c_k_ rammed into Lance; the cane had left his balls and was now hitting his swelling hard-on -- whipping against the mass of super-sensitive nerves just below his _c_o_c_k_head. The boy thought he would go insane from the agony, it felt as if a lighted cigarette were being crushed out against that most sensitive spot on his _c_o_c_k_ again and again! But still his _d_i_c_k_ grew, harder and harder -- suddenly the man raping his ass let out a guttural moan and ground his hips into Lance's raw bottom. The screaming boy felt spurts of hot semen jet into him as his rapist's _c_o_c_k_ pulsed -- as the hot squirts splashed against his prostate, Lance incredulously felt the same staggering warmth blossom in his groin, and even as the cane bit into his _c_o_c_k_ for what seemed the hundredth time, the boy howled as another searing orgasm slammed through his body like a tidal wave of ecstasy, so powerful that he fainted dead away!
Lance awoke naked on the floor of his dorm room. For a flash, he wondered if it had all been an unbelievably bizarre dream -- then he felt the throbbing in his ass and groin as he moved to get up. The youth walked slowly over to the full-length mirror on the back of the door and looked at his nude body. His scrotum was swollen and bruised with tiny cuts here and there.......his nipples were wealed, with the gold puzzle-piece on its chain gleaming between them against his hairless chest .....he lifted his sore soft _c_o_c_k_, and saw the bruises the cane had left on the underside. Lance turned around and looked over his shoulder at his back and butt: thin parallel welts covered his back.......his red bottom was a mass of bruises and strap-weals. Looking at his abused, naked body, the youth felt that same bizarre stirring in his crotch, and his _c_o_c_k_ began to lengthen as he recalled the evening of torture -- the twin's spanking and nipple-clamps, Sir's brutal ass-strapping, the sodomy rape, the ball-caning. Shaking with understanding, Lance sat down on his bed, wincing as his still-sore ass touched the soft blanket. 'I liked it,' the blond youth admitted to himself, 'I liked it no matter how _f_u_c_k_ing weird it sounds.' The pain, the surrender, the helplessness -- he'd liked it all, hell, he'd loved it all!
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Lance jerked out of his reverie.
"Who's there?" he called out.
"It's me," Dirk's voice sounded from behind the closed door, "How come you locked your door?" Oh god, Lance thought, I can't let him see me like this!
"Just a sec!" the boy called out, quickly grabbing a terrycloth bathrobe from the closet and wrapping the robe around himself. He unlocked the door, and Dirk walked in grinning with a tennis bag in his hand.
"Hey, how ya doin,? What, you got bashful while I was away?" Dirk laughed, gesturing at the robe. Lance shrugged and smiled, not knowing how to answer.
"Hey, sit down -- I got somethin' to show ya," Dirk said grinning.
"Oh yeah? Let's see," the blonde boy replied, sitting carefully on the bed. The dark-haired young man sat down next to Lance and zipped open the tennis bag, extracting a thick handful of Polaroid-type photographs.
"Here -- take a look at these," Dirk said with a broad smile. Lance took the pictures and began to look through them......they were pictures of himself! Here he was blindfolded, being carried to the car in the muscular twin's arms! Then one clearly taken from the front seat of the car -- Lance sitting on the twin's lap as the muscular man attached the second nipple clamp! Shot after shot of himself face-down on the tree trunk, his butt's redness increasing in each consecutive picture!
"What the hell!!!" Lance shouted, "What is this!?!?!?" Dirk was laughing so hard he nearly fell off the bed.
"K-keep g-going!" the dark youth stuttered out between roars of laughter. Lance turned again to the photographs -- here he was strung up to the tree, with Sir whipping his back -- then two of the tall man caning his scrotum -- then a close-up of a large, hard _c_o_c_k_ poised to push between his scarlet asscheeks -- more closeups of the _c_o_c_k_ entering him , until the rapist's balls were pressed to Lance's butt. Next was one taken at a dizzy angle showing himself, standing rigid with his mouth wide open, and a jet of come shooting from his _c_o_c_k_! Then Lance reached the last picture -- and understood. There was tall, muscular, hairy Dirk standing behind him, with his _c_o_c_k_ obviously pushed to the hilt in Lance's ass, his face contorted with orgasm -- Dirk was the rapist who'd sodomized him! Dirk had set up the whole thing!!!
Lance turned to the dark youth with a look of angry accusation.
"God _d_a_m_n_ it, those guys almost killed me, you mother_f_u_c_k_er!" he shouted at Dirk.
"WHOA!" Dirk yelled, still smiling.
"They didn't 'almost kill you,' cause they were all pros and I hired 'em myself, and I made sure they knew what they were doin'."
"W-why would you hire people to do that to me?" Lance whispered. "Why would you -- rape me -- like that?" Dirk's mouth twisted in a rueful grin. He reached out and pulled Lance's bathrobe open.
"Because you liked it -- see what just lookin' at the pictures did?" Dirk said, gesturing downward. Lance looked down to see his _c_o_c_k_ fully erect. He flushed, and put his hand over his eyes.
"I know. I did like it," the blond boy whispered.
"Well, don't be ashamed of it!" Dirk cried out.
"Lotsa guys like it!"
"But -- but I thought you loved me..." Lance trailed off. Dirk sat down on the bed and put his arms around his younger boyfriend.
"I did it BECAUSE I love you," he said.
"I'm sorry we hadta be so rough, but that was the only way I could get through to who you really are and what ya really like. It won't ever get that rough again," he said, stroking Lance's hair. Lance turned to his boyfriend and looked trustingly into Dirk's eyes, seeing the love and sincerity there.
"Thank you..." he breathed, and Dirk's mouth covered his in a deep kiss. Then Dirk pulled back, saying,
"Wait. There's one more thing!" Smiling, he reached into the bag again, and drew out a round black leather paddle with a heart deeply embossed into one side.
"Give me your puzzle piece," he said to Lance, who drew the chain over his neck and slipped the piece off the chain. From his pocket, Dirk pulled out the other two puzzles pieces Lance had been shown that night -- then reached inside his shirt and pulled out a fourth piece.
"Look," the dark youth said, and Lance watched as Dirk fitted the four pieces together into the embossed space on the paddle, to form a gleaming gold heart.
"See -- the heart means I love you, I know what you like, and I love you enough to give it to you -- especially since I like to give it!" Dirk said with a twinkle in his eyes. The blond youth smiled and hugged his lover tightly. Then Lance made the decision: this was who he was -- this was what he wanted -- this was the man he loved. He stood up and said, "I love you, and I should've trusted you. I'm sorry I didn't, and..." Lance's mouth trembled slightly, "...please teach me that I should always trust you, so I won't forget again...sir." He picked up the paddle and handed it wordlessly to Dirk, then dropped the bathrobe on the floor to stand naked before his dark-haired lover. Dirk smiled and his look was full of love as he said, "You'll learn to trust me, cause I love you and I'm never gonna let you go!" Seated on the bed, he spread his legs and patted his thigh with the paddle.
"Put it right here, boy. I'm gonna teach you how much I love you!"
Lance bent over Dirk's thigh, his still-sore bare ass upthrust for the paddling and his mind filled with the joy of his surrender and Dirk's love. 'This is forever,' Lance thought happily as he felt Dirk raise the paddle.......