Date: Wed, 5 Mar 2008 18:42:14 -0500
From: A. Cheshire Cat <kierkegaard_is_cool@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hungry For It 4

Hungry For It 4
Whether You Like It Or Not
A. Cheshire Catt
kierkegaard_is_cool@hotmail.com

(I know I know, you all thought the third chapter sucked. But I mean,
seriously, I'm enjoying taking this story as far as it's going. I have
the best intentions, there will be lots of sex and different perversions
explored, but I wanted to do that third chapter like that because [fuck
you] I'm an artist! Here's the next scene, after Dude abducts the kid
from the guy's place.)

"I don't want to go, I don't want to go, stop Dude, stop!"

"Shut up you little piece of shit."

"Please, ow!" Dude hit him.

"Stop makin so much noise kid. No one can hear ya."

The boy screamed, the piercing sort of prepubescent shrill cry that
deafens grown men ... Dude slapped him hard across the face. The boy fell
back into the corner of the back seat. He was out for a second but then
he came to.

"Don't bruise up his face," the guy in the front seat said.

"You're right. Jeez, I never thought of this." Dude greedily eyed the
goods, making sure there wasn't anythign that would scar. Then Dude
leaned forward, he had a cigarette comin out of his mouth, "I need a
lighter."

"I can't believe what's happening here, we have to get him out of our
hands as quickly as possible." The driver slapped the steering wheel. "I
ain't never kidnapped no one before." This guy in the front seat was
possibly on some sort of drug. He was banging the steering wheel
really hard, nervously, he was leaning forward and he was driving quickly
and his head was spinning around on his shoulders like he couldn't get
enough of seeing in all directions at the same time.

"Stop driving like a maniac, just drive normal. We ain't kidnappin no
one."

"Yes you have," the boy muttered.

"Shut up little boy. Tell me I'm lying? You ain't got no home, you ain't
got no family that cares for ya, you got nothing like a job, or school or
anything where they'll be waiting for you."

"Charlie's gonna save me ... Charlie's lookin out for me. He'll know it
was you who took me ... no one else knew where I was. No one else but
you."

"Shut up. Charlie's nothing. Nothing. He's scared. He's weak."

"He's robbed banks, he'll kick your ass."

"Oooh, Mack, you hear that one? Charlie's gonna kick my ass."

"No he ain't." Mack said. He looked at the kid in the rear-view mirror.
"I know Charlie real well. He used to rob banks, you're right, but he
went to jail cuz he got caught. It ain't the masterminds that get caught
buddy, kid ... it's the losers, it's the ones that ain't smart enough,
it's the suckaz."

That was a great word, Dude and Mack thought, they both rejoiced,
"Suckazzz!"

"No he's a good guy cuz he watches out for me when I ain't got no where
to go."

"Kid you are so lost ... you don't know what's goin on do you?" Dude
moved in close. He got real close this time, he cornered the kid in the
back seat of the car and started goin at him like he was breathin down
his throat or something. Dude lifted the blanket the kid was wrapped in
during the abduction. He didn't tear it off, he just sort of looked down
inside it. "Kid you ain't nothin more than a good lay, a hot little
illegal fuck. you turn his crank, he gives you something to eat. There
ain't nothing wrong with that, I mean, that's what our plans for you are,
but I just want you to get it into your thick skull," he tapped the boy's
head, "I mean, through your relatively thin skull, that Charlie's not
really in a position to do too much to get you back. He can't report it
to the police, he can't report it to his family, he can't even report it
to any friends, because as you very well know kid ... he ain't got none
of this ... he's got me ... he had you ... and the rest is ... how shall
we say?"

Mack piped in, "Dust in the wind."

They sang it together, "Dust in the wind." Then they laughed about it.
They thought they were brilliant villains. They weren't villains though,
they're just henchmen, goons ... weasels.

"I think we should fuck him Dude, let's go park somewhere and fuck him."

Dude leaned in and kissed the kid hard. Kid fought back, he started
throwin punches and kickin, the blanket he'd been wearing around him fell
to the floor and he was cold and glaring white, pale in the sun that came
in as they drove over a hundred clicks down the highway, cars and
transports roarin by on both sides. Dude fingered the elastic wasitband
of the superman underwear the kid was wearing and the kid tried to get
his hands out but Dude pushed harder and found that the kid was almost
hard! He took this as a sign to molest him further and pulled the kid in
close and gave him a long hard kiss on the lips, pushing his tongue into
the kid's mouth. The kid squirmed and hated that his body was reacting
like this, but it was undeniable that his seven-incher was hard now. Not
that he was going to be serviced with this. He tried to fight off Dude's
advances but Dude pressed one hand against the window and pushed his
muscled body down on the boy till the boy could do nothing but weaken.

A family in a station-wagon (no highway rape scene can be complete
without one) drove by and the parents in the front seat were fighting
about the map that didn't fold right and the kids in the backseat ogled
the strangeness of the man molesting the boy in the car next to them ...
the driver of that car staring at them and making funny faces at them,
making them laugh. When in all reality the kid was crying and tired and
was trying to force Dude off him.

"I'm just gonna rape him right here," Dude told Mack

"Ahh man, that's hot. Make him cry. I like it when they cry."

"You're going to make this easy for me, ain't ya kid?"

The boy squeaked a little wee, "Yessah."

"Cuz I'm gonna do this whether you like it or not."

Dude took off his belt and looped it and made a snapping sound, the crack
of leather stung his ears but the kid knew it might be best to just take
this and that fighting it would only make it worse. So he let Dude finish
what he'd wanted to do. Dude gave the kid a few good smacks across the
back and then when the skin was good and red and leaned down and kissed
the red skin where it was hot. Then he started takin his big eight inch,
dark cock out of his jeans and displayed it. He sat back down on the seat
and he made the kid get up and sit right and lean over to suck on it.

"Ah Mack, this is the life, we shoulda thought of this ages ago."

"Fuck off, it's driving me crazy man, I wish you'd thrown him in the
front seat."

"Heheh, I suppose I could have, damn shame we're on the freeway."

"Come on, let's pull over somewhere, I know a park or something," he was
pointing over his shoulder, he was pointing out the passenger side, it
was a park by a school that he used to sell dope to the kids at, he
didn't care, he just wanted to fuck this kid. It's not very often you
have such a fantastic opportunity.

Dude permitted it. Mack slapped the steering wheel and pushed the boat of
a car into the exit-lane and took the next right before he turned a few
circles in a strangely quiet neighborhood filled with churches and
garages. He found the park and parked the car. There weren't no one
around. Dude opened the car and yanked the kid out in his underwear, it
was still really cold.

"Now, kid, you scream even once and we'll make it hurt, okay? I got your
word?"

"Yessah."

The kid did as he was told and put his mouth around the 8 inch uncut
beast of a cock. He didn't like the musky smell but he choked on it
anyway, was better than being hit in the face. Dude was forceful though,
he shoved the kids head down on it, Kid choked and gagged and his phlegm
slopped all over the place, getting Dude's pants wet. Dude leaned against
the side of the car and moaned and forced his hips up and the kid's head
down making the face-fuck feel so good. "Easy with the teeth there little
face-fuck ... ya. You like that?" There was no response. "Tell me you
fuckin like it kid or I'll make you fuckin like it."

Kid looked up, "Fuck you!" And he spit in Dude's face a goober of phlegm
and cum and a little blood from the fighting.

Dude grew furious ... "Don't fuckin spit on me you little shit! Faggot!"
He launched a huge wad of snotty spit at the kid, and the kid wore it
right on his cheek for a furious moment ... he wiped it off and took a
swing at Dude who blocked his punch, petty as it was, and pushed the kid
hard on the ground and he got dirty and there was a small scrape on his
back. When the kid looked up he saw that Mack was undoing his belt and
pulled out a tremendous cock, easily nine inches long, really long ...
and it was already hard in his jerkin hands.

"Suck it faggot." Mack held out his cock and the kid put his lips around
it and closed his eyes. Mack really smelled, stunk like he'd not had a
shower in ages and ages. Made the kid nearly gag. It was hard
getting very much into his mouth but the fucker kept pushing more and
more into his mouth and the kid was gagging on it. Suddenly the kid felt
Dude lifting up his boy-ass. He ripped the superman underwear away, in
one violent tug. He licked his fingers and pushed them on the hole of the
boy. The boy squirmed. "Ow."

The guys mocked him, Mack fucked the boy's face and held back his hair
and looked at the sky, "Oh ya, fuckin teens is hot."

Then Dude spat on his cock and let that be enough lube for the fuckin,
and he shoved his cock at the hole and pushed without hesitating. You
know it would have fuckin hurt, it would have hurt like hell, the
kid started crying and tears were comin down his face and Mack lifted one
off the kid's cheek with his fingers and tasted it. "Fuckin hot, fuckin
delicious." The kid was bawlin while Dude pummelled his little ass with
all the fuckin strength he had. The afternoon sun was warming on their
shoulders and the birds were singing, and in the distance, beyond
the fence, there were kids playin at afternoon recess. "Ya, kid, fuckin
take it, you're fuckin worthless, you're nothing, you're a piece a faggot
ass and you're not going to be anything more than that, just some fuckin
shit."

"Ya rape him Dude, rape him, it's hot watchin you fuck him."

Dude looked at Mack and they leaned across the skewered kid and broke the
rules by kissing. They loved it. Mack felt the kid biting, he pulled
the cock out of the kid's mouth and the boy gasped for air and then puked
up a little on the ground right there, it was fuckin disgusting. Dude
pulled out and he had shit all over his dick. It stank. They switched
spots. He put the shit-smeared shaft down the kid's throat. Immediately
the kid pulled off and puked some more. Then Mack inserted his length of
cock into the boy's ass and the boy cried out. It was so much cock, it
was pushing at his insides, it could do some serious damage. "Ah ya,
you're a fuckin hot little fucker," Mack added, because not very many
willing participants will let Mack fuck them like this, it's not very
often that Mack gets to really fuck anyone at all.

"Fuck his arse Mack, fuck him up real good."

They yipped and Dude held up the tail of his shirt and there were bulges
of muscular abs there, tan and dark and the belly button, Dude fingered
his own naval, it was fuckin hot. Sweat broke out on their faces. Dude
was fuckin the kid's face faster and faster and the kid was still crying
from the pain and torment inflicted my Mack's ridiculously rough assault.
Suddenly Dude pulled out and shot loads of cum all over the boy's face
and Mack just let the kid take his load up the boy-ass that he was fuckin
... "Ya man, holy fuck ya, that was hot."

"Ya man it was. Get back in the car kid."

The kid looked at them and spat on the ground. "Fuckers."

"Aah, the kid swore." Mack was such a sarcastic prick.

"Get in the car kid. Mack, get it back in your pants and start driving,
we gotta get this kid delivered."

"Yes sir."

All three of them got back in the car, this time Dude got in the front
seat and the kid was in the back by himself, resolve settling in, soaking
into him like Mack's sperm in his ass. They started driving, spinning and
turning up dust as the fled the scene. Dude was spyin on the neighborhood
but no one was watchin. He held up a cigarette and said, "I need a
lighter."

Mack tossed him one and asked, "Where are we goin again?"

"Little Italy."