JOHN AND DAVID

	I woke up in the night and lay there, staring at the red
glow from the clock on the dresser.  The room was oppresively
quiet.  Then I heard a moan of pain echo up from the heating
duct.  The moan turned into a gasp and then there was silence
again.  I sat up.  Both David's and John's beds were empty.  I
got to my feet and looked around the room, straining to see more
detail in the dark.  I was the only one in the room.  I heard
another moan come up from the vent in the floor.  It sounded like
David.

	I crept to the door in the dark;  the creaking floor sounded
much too loud.  The hallway was dark and silent.  Still in my
underwear, I climbed down the stairs to the ground floor.  The
house was dimly lit by the street light outside, with long
shadows cast across the floor.  The basement light was on.  The
light was harsh on my night-eyes, giving everything an unreal
feeling.  I felt dread about what I might find downstairs and I
thought about going back upstairs.  Then David started making
rythmic "unh unh unh" sounds from the basement in a high voice.

	I pushed the basement door open and started down the stairs,
squinting against the light.  My eyes wanted to close and remain
shut but I willed them to stay open.  I was still half-asleep and
my mind was wandering around.  I wondered if we'd get our fort
finished today.  It was great that I'd been allowed to sleep over. 
With the nails John and David's dad had given us we might finish
the fort.  So much of the fort was falling apart because we
hadn't had enough nails when we first put it together.  John was
laying on his stomach in the middle of the basement floor, naked,
with his hands and feet tied above his back with loops of white
fabric.  I stood stunned for a moment, unable comprehend what I
was seeing.  I was unaccustomed to nudity and the uniterrupted
paleness of John's skin, made even more pale by the harsh light,
looked totally alien--more so even than the bizarre position he
was in.  Regardless, the smooth curve of his bum made my stomach
flutter and my cock begin to swell.

	Through a door into a dark room I could see David from the
shoulders up.  He was on his back with his head thrown back and
his eyes squeezed shut in pain.  He was jerking back and forth
and with every movement he cried out.  A hand was clenched
against the bedframe.  Impossibly, one of his feet seemed to
materialize out of the darkness above his head.

	"You stupid asshole!" John growled and my eyes turned back
to him.  His head was raised to me, his arms and legs straining
for balance.  He glowered at me for a few seconds, eyes angry
slits, before letting his head flop down to the floor in disgust. 
I turned back to the darkened doorway, suddenly terrified at
being discovered by...whoever was hurting David.  I had been left
alone, but then had to come anyway.  Curiosity killed the cat.

	David's moans rose in intensity and frequency and he was
repeatedly pressed into the bed and released, only to be thrust
back again.  I cried out then, in sheer terror.  David whipped
his head from side to side in torment, finally crying out
hoarsely with each thrust.  Then everything suddenly stopped and
his cries faded into whimpers.  The hand let go of the bed and
disappeared into the darkness.  David rolled over and opened his
eyes.  He looked right at me, but reacted as though I wasn't
there.  His father stepped into the doorway, his huge hairy cock
all shiney and wet.  I let out another cry--this was some awful,
inhuman monster that had come to eat me alive.

	Mr. Aiken looked down at me for a moment, like wolf peering
at a mouse.  I was petrified with fright, unable to move or even
think.  By instinct I hoped that if I was perfectly still he
might not see me--but he saw me.

	"Go to bed," he said flatly.  There was no tone of command
in it--like it was something he was saying because he had to.  I
watched helplessly as he went over and lifted John off the floor. 
John was already crying.  I noticed guiltily that he had a boner. 
His father carried him into the other room and set him on the
bed.  David limped out naked, one hand rubbing his ass.  He
looked at me again and still didn't say anything.  He had a
boner, too, the pink head of his cock peeking out from the smooth
folds of skin.  With drowsey slowness it dawned on me that this
horrible thing was what I had come here for.

	John began to plead with his father to leave him alone, his
voice shrill with fear.  Then he began to wail "No!" over and
over, his cries turning into sobs and moans of pain as the
movement started.  The bedsprings creaked.

	"Put your hands behind your back," David said sadly.  He
held some lengths of white cloth, torn from a thick towel.

	"No," I protested, standing up and backing away.  He grabbed
my arm, his eyes pleading.

	"You have to," he whispered.  His cock drooped between his
legs now--looking like a long pink balloon filled with water.

	I started to cry, knowing already that I could not win.  The
whole thing was inevitable.  So I turned and held my hands behind
my back.  Dave tied my wrists together then told me to lie down. 
I dropped to my knees and then to my stomach.  Dave pulled my
underwear down my legs and off.  I was sobbing in fear and
shame--terrified at the pain that was comming and embarrassed at
being exposed.  The tile floor was cool and smooth against my
cock.  Dave tied my feet together then pulled them back to meet
my hands and soon I was tied up like John.  My nuts were laying
on the floor and I could feel cool air up the crack of my ass.  I
looked at David's bare legs and listened to his brother howl.  I
was crying and shivering, but I vowed I wasn't going to make
sounds like that.

	"Push on your ass like you're taking a crap," David said in
my ear, "and it won't hurt as much."  I didn't understand what he
meant, but I was too scared to ask.  The tempo of John's cries
and the incessent creak of the bed increased, getting faster and
faster and then it suddenly stopped.  Everything...the
bed...John's voice...everything just stopped.  The silence was
unbearable and I cried out again.  Then I could hear the heavy
breathing of the two;  John's breath was ragged and he coughed a
few times.  The bed creaked again and John ran from the room, his
hands and feet untied.  He went straight for the stairs and I
heard the bedroom door upstairs slam behind him.  My bowels were
ice.

	Mr. Aiken walked over to me.  I was shivering uncontrollably
but I vowed not to make a sound.  Still, a nervous gasp escaped
me when he slid his fingers under my chest and thighs and hoisted
me up.  His skin was hot and damp and the touch of it tickled a
little.  My mind wanted things to slow down; everything was going
to fast.  I struggled against the scraps of towel that held me
but it was no good.  He dropped me legs first onto the bed and I
heard that terrifying creak.  The sheets were slick and wet and
cold and they smelled of sweat and of something else...bleach?  I
couldn't tell.  His hands were on me again, pulling my legs
apart, exposing my ass to the air and to him.  I let out another
gasp.

	I heard a squirt and there was something thick and wet
running down my crack and onto my balls.  Then his hand was
there, rubbing it in from my balls, up past my ass to the small
of my back.  Then he slid a greasy finger right into me.  I cried
out in shock and embarassment.  It hurt a little at first, but as
he pushed in deeper it felt better.  He turned and twisted his
finger, moving it around inside me and I had to let out a groan
of pain.  Then he pulled out, leaving my ass hot and tingly. 
Then I felt him trying to force two fingers up inside me.  At first
they wouldn't fit, but he forced them and that hurt like Hell--like
I was having a huge crap that was too big to come out my ass. 
Instinctively I tried to push the crap out--even though it wasn't a
crap--and then his two fingers slid right in.  The pain lessened
immediately, but the burning and the throb were still there.  I
couldn't help groanin again.  When he started twisting around those
two fingers I cried out and my whole body went stiff as I strained
against the bonds. He put his hand on my back and pushed me into
the bed and started curling his fingers open and closed.  That felt
like my insides were going to burst and a started howling in fear
that I was being killed.  He pulled his fingers out and I begged him
to let me go.

	"Shut up," he hissed back.  "For godsake take it like a man.
It doesn't hurt that much."

	What did he know?, I wondered.  My ass hurt and I was
scared to death.  What would I tell people if I had to go to the
hospital?  How would I tell them I tore the inside of my ass? 
What if my dad found out?

	Then his hands were at my sides and there was a pressure on
my ass.  I tried pleading with him again to stop but he ignored
me.  I tried pushing my asshole open again and his cock slid in a
bit, making the pressure even worse.  Still he forced himself in
and I felt my asshole stretching and tearing open wider.

	"Oh please stop!"  I begged.  "You're tearing my asshole
open."  He ignored me.

	"It's tearing!" I pleaded, my voice almost a shriek.  If I
had to go to the hospital I was going to get caught.  I groaned
again at the dull fire between my legs.  It felt as if there was
a big balloon blowing up inside me, stretching me bigger and
bigger until I was going to burst.

	Then he began to pull out and I let out a cry of relief--
which turned into a scream as he rammed himself back in.  That
resulted in more agonising stretching and burning.  That was just
the first thrust.  It went on for a long time and I screamed and
gasped and begged a lot.

	Finally the painful tearing sensation faded down and my ass
became a raw, slick tube in which he slid back and forth--
gradually worming his way deeper and deeper inside me.  My gut
felt sick--like a bad case of cramps--and each push of his cock
still hurt enough to make me cry out.  It was a while after he
finished and pulled out.  My ass felt like a huge gaping hole and
there was a rough, burning deep inside my body.  He pulled me
over onto my side and called David into the room.  David was still
naked and his boner stood out in front of him.  I could see clear
fluid glistening on the head.

	"Give his pecker a lick," Mr. Aiken ordered his son.  I hated
the word "pecker."

	Dave pleaded with his eyes.  My own cock was throbbing and
hard.

	"Go on,"  Aiken demanded.  "Do it now or I'll wring your
balls."

	Dave didn't look at me as he knelt down before my cock.  He
looked terrified.  Slowly, hesitantly, he lowered his head and
stuck out his tongue.  It was hot and smooth and he started at
the top and slid it down to my balls, leaving a wet trail behind. 

	I wanted to make some sound but I kept guiltily silent, not
wanting to be a traitor to Dave--but it felt so good.  I
wanted to arch my back and press my cock out and jam it into his
hot, wet mouth, but I didn't.  He took another lick, this time
starting from the bottom and working up.  A nervous giggle
escaped me.  Dave looked up at me with anger in his eyes.

	"That's right," Aiken murmured.  "It feels good doesn't it?"

	It did feel good.  It even made the throb in my ass feel
good.  Something down there was pulsing with pleasure and the
pleasure was rising up, from my ass to my balls.  Dave made
another long dab with his tounge.

	"Doesn't it feel good?" Aiken asked, making it clear he
wanted me to reply.  I couldn't betray David like that and say
yes.  The warmth was slowly rising up the shaft of my cock like
the mercury in a thermometer.  "It" was going to happen soon.

	"Doesn't it?" Aiken insisted.  There was an unpleasant edge
to his voice that promised something bad was going to happen if I
didn't answer.

	"Yes," I whispered.  Dave shot me another look of disgust.  I
had failed him.  Then I had to arch my back, thrusting my cock
into Dave's face.  I couldn't help it.  Cum sprayed out onto David
and he pulled back with a shocked cry.  Every spray sent a jolt of
pleasure between by legs that felt like honey tastes on your
tongue--sharp and insistent.  When it was over I just laid there,
spent and tired.  I just wanted to drift away into sleep.

	"Now you get to lick him," Aiken said, very close to my ear.

	A chill went up my spine and I felt the skin on my balls
crawl.  Dave climbed up and pushed his cock in my face, putting a
leg over my shoulder and sitting on my chest.  His skin was hot
and I could feel the muscles underneath it.  I sat there, looking
at the slit of his cock as the foreskin pulled away and he got his
boner back.  I was too terrified to move.

	A hand clenched my balls, making them ache.  I squeezed my
legs shut to try and protect my privates, but Mr. Aiken had a good
hold on me.

	"Go to it," he growled, squeezing for emphasis.  I looked
up at David imploringly, but his face was expressionless.  The
pain in my privates became unbearable and I touched his cock with
my tounge.  It was warm and firm--but not rigid like I expected. 
It was like touching someone's arm with their muscles clenched. 
The pressure on my nuts decreased, but stayed there as a constant
reminder, pushing me on.

	Once I licked away the salt, David's cock had no taste.  It
was like licking any patch of skin.  I closed my eyes and tried
to forget what I was doing.  Dave put his hands in my hair and
held my head while he pushed his cock into my mouth.  It was a
big tasteless thing like a big wad of gum that had been chewed to
death.  He pulled my head back and forth, rubbing his cock on the
roof of my mouth and against my tongue.  When "it" happened I
could feel the cum streaming out and into my mouth.  It was thick
and hot and tasted chalky, but there was a sweet edge to it--like
fresh water when your mouth is all gummy.  Even so, I felt a
little sick and really embarassed because it was as if Dave had
pissed in my mouth.  I felt hot tears running down my cheeks, and
David looked down at me and stroked my hair.

	"That's right," Mr. Aiken said from behind David's back. 
"You're a good little boy, Alex.  David will have to have you over
more often."

	I felt like puking.  Part of me wanted to run home and beg
my parents for forgiveness and beg them to protect me from
David's dad.  But another part of me wanted to come back every
night and do this "thing" and I knew that I'd never be able to tell
anyone about it.  It was as if I'd found something secret and
wonderful and really bad all at the same time.  I was scared and
guilty and excited, and I didn't know which I felt more.