Date: Fri,  5 Aug 2005 23:11:34 -0400 (EDT)
From: T Chase <survivalgame@excite.com>
Subject: Nature Walk 56

The following story is a work of fiction set in the format of reality. Any
resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not
meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental
areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to
male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story.
Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and
countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't
forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?

"Nature Walk" 56 (M/t oral NC rape whipping)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Mr. Barr... hey, wait up, Mr. Barr!"

"Yeah, wait up, Mr. Barr. We gotta talk to you."

Walking fast along MacMillan Terrace, Barry and Steve got held up... the
nice kind!

"Richie, Jason, how goes it?" Barry replied.

"Great, Mr. Barr. Oh hi, Mr. Clark."

"Oh hi yourself, Jason," Steve says back to him, as energetically!

As Richie Manilow chatted with Barry, about fundraising, Jason grew
interested in the subject of the 'gay alliance', with Steve.

"Yeah, I was thinking of coming out to the guys."

"I had no idea about you and Richie, Jason."

"Oh nooooo, Mr. Clark. Richie's not gay."

"Oh, then pardon me."

"No, Mr. Clark. Actually, I don't have any guy that I'm close to, but I
feel strong about people knowing I'm gay. Is that strange?"

"Not at all, Jason. In fact trying to wrestle with feelings like that can
tear a guy apart, trying to withhold them."

"Heeeey, you're right, Mr. Clark. Exactly what I was feeling, man. You know
my brother, Riley, don't you?"

"Same Officer Riley Sanchez, of our police department?"

"Yeah, that's my bro."

"What about him?"

"Yeah, well I told him about you and this gay alliance thing. He wasn't so
sure that it would be in my best interests to come out, with this gay
bashing stuff, with Conner Matthews and all."

Steve, placing a hand on Jason's shoulders, tries to give him some advice,
saying, "It's unfortunate that Conner Matthews had to go through the brutal
torturing, but out of this I think we saw a lot of good come."

"How so, Mr. Clark?"

"Well, for one thing, the gay alliance."

"Oh yeah. I figured this had something to do with that. Yeah, seems like a
lot of awareness stuff started to happen after Conner got beaten up. Even
Riley said the police department is more into this awareness stuff."

Seesms that Jason's tip on Riley's thoughts, got Steve thinking about a
possible guess speaker!

"That's good. The more our community thinks about it, the more accepting
they will hopefully be, to people that are different, yet should blend in
as equals."

"Wow! You're really into this Mr. Clark."

"Did I surprise you, Jason?"

"Yeah... I mean, no disrespect, Mr. Clark, but us guys looked at you like
being a quiet guy."

"Quiet, you say?"

"Yeah. Hey, can I ask you a question, Mr. Clark."

"Maybe."

Jason laughed, then said, "Mr. Clark, is Mr. Dodge gay?"

"Let me ask you something, Jason."

"Shoot, Mr. Clark."

"If I didn't know you, but knew you are gay and somebody asked me if you
are gay, how do you think I should answer that?"

Thinking over what Steve filled his mind with, Jason concurred, "Okay. I
get it. Unfair question."

"I'm glad you see it my way, Jason."

"Do you think it would be wrong to ask Mr. Dodge himself?"

"Why is this so important to you, Jason. Does it make a difference whether
he is or not?"

"Not at all, Mr. Clark. It's just that... that... well a lot of us
guys... um... have the hots for Mr. Dodge."

Steve smiled. He knew exactly what Jason's thoughts spelled out.

"Personally, Jason?"

"Yeah, Mr. Clark?"

"Leave it alone."

"Okay. I'll forget about it, Mr. Clark. Thanks."

"Anytime, Jason."

As he trotted towards Richie, whom had finished up his conversation with
Barry, Steve yelled a few last words to him.

"Hey, Jase, see you on Monday after school."

"Huh?" Jason questioned in his mind, then answered, "Oh yeah... the gay
alliance, dah!"

Barry dropped back, as Steve caught up.

"So, what's up with Richie Manilow?"

"Seems that Uncle Barry cursed to high heaven, when Richie mentioned to him
that we needed ten grand, for the Madrigal Presentation."

"So, he's footing the bill?"

"No, not exactly. He's making a stopover, on his tour, with the stipulation
that we do one special presentation."

"Oh? And how does that go?"

"At a hundred dollars a plate?"

"A hundred what!" Steve says, shouting it down MacMillan Terrace, but which
could probably be heard all the way over on Brookdale Road. "Most people
'round here don't have that kind of dough, Barry."

"You know that. I know that and Barry knows that."

"Then where does he get off telling you...."

"Calm Steve."

"I'm only saying..."

"Listen, he came up with this idea of bringing celebrities in for the
performance."

"Celebrities? You mean like famous people?" Steve's eyes light up.

"Yeah. That's it, Steve."

"Yeah sure. Brad Pitt is going to come see a madrigal presentation at our
high school."

"Mmmmm.. don't you wish, Steve."

"Well, did he have anybody in mind?"

"He named a few of his friends."

"Oh? And whom might they be?"

"Probably nobody you've ever heard of; Barbra Streisand, Bruce Springsteen,
Placido Domingo, Il Divo.."

"Ill what?"

"Divo.. four Italian studs, who sing in a group."

"Ah-hmmmm," Steve seemed to favor that. "Who else?"

"Diana Ross, Justin Timberlake, Brittany Spears, Toby Keith, Tod Agnew..."

"Tod who?" Steve asked, still in temporary shock over the lineup his lover
named.

"I don't even know who he is," he told Steve, shrugging his shoulders.

"Who else?"

"Oh, he mentioned Tony Bennett and he might possibly get Oprah."

"Oprah Winfrey?" Steve questions, almost totally lost in starfever.

"Do you know anybody else named Oprah?"

"Nope."

"Then?"

"Well," Steve says, flaberghasted, his right elbow sitting in his left
palm, hand bent at the wrist, "if Barry can pull this off, I might just
shell out the $100 myself, to see Justin!"

"Steve, you ole dog!"

"Lucky you, since you're involved, you get to see all this free."

"Hey, you don't think I'd accept all this without a little bargaining on my
own part, do you?"

"Oh? And how does that go?"

"My own stipulation... any teacher, plus escort, gets in at half price?"

"I can deal with that."

"Oh, but you're going to like this even better, Steve."

"Justin's staying at our place, while he's here?"

"No, but guess who's coming to dinner?"

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"Woowee... will you look at your mom go, Matty!"

"Yeah. Amazing what all that crosstraining has done for both of them."

"True. Alberto hangs in there, right up beside her."

"Hey Preppy. Got something to talk to you about."

Chad senses the upbeat feeling disappear from Matty's voice. Blowing the
last puff of air out of his lungs, he stops the light jog.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing's the matter. I wanted to know something."

"Yeah. Go ahead. I've got nothing to hide. You know that."

"I know. Listen, has your dad or Steve said anything about where your room
at the new house?"

Chad rubs his chin, looking down at the pavement, making up Hardscrabble
Lane.

"Hmm, now that you mention it, Matty." Finally, he looks up at his lover,
questioning, "What do you think of it?"

"Last night I know Philip and Aidan got all twisted up, wondering if they
roomed together and the older boys seemed to know which rooms they fitted
into and both your dads..."

"Both my dads..."

"Alright, Steve and your dad. Well, I didn't hear any mention of your
room."

"So, what's your point here, Matty?"

Putting his arm around Chad's shoulder, they walk on up the lane, Matty
theorizing, "If they didn't say anything about a room for you, then maybe
your dad has it in mind that you're shackin' up with me?"

"You're kind of speculating, aren't you Matty?" Chad said, as if defending
his dad.

"Nothing personal, I assure you, Chad. I'm only saying..."

Chad suddenly flings Matty around, so that he faces him.

"Hey, I'm not taking anything personal here. You know, as well as I do
Matty Bridges, that I love you very much. However, I love my dad too and
right now I've gotta give him the benefit of the doubt."

"I hear ya Chad. Why don't we get with him after the nature walk and see if
we can get a concrete answer?"

"Sounds good to me. Race ya to the finish, college jock!"

"You're on, Preppy!"

Chad didn't wait for the answer, however Matty stayed glued to his ass!

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"Hey Denis."

"Hey, Adam."

"How's it goin', Denis?"

"Okay. And you?"

The fifteen and sixteen year old, held plates of delectable delights, but
their young minds stayed keen on a different subject.

"Fine. Um, are we gonna do it?"

"Adam, I think I'm going to pass."

"Oh come on, Denis. We both said yesterday we would do it."

"Yeah, I know Adam, but since yesterday, I've decided that fucking at my
age wasn't cool."

"But the guys are doing it."

"I know, but I've decided to hold out for that one special man."

"You talk to your dad about it?"

"No. My brother."

"Sean?"

"No, Mark."

"Mark? What does he know?"

"Listen, Adam. I've made up my decision, okay."

"Yeah. Sure, Denis. No sweat."

Suddenly, to Denis' surprise, a forkfull of cake ready to enter his mouth,
he watched as Adam walked away, ditching his half filled plate in the
refuse container.

"Bastard," came his only reply, taking his plate and heading in another
direction.

Any direction, except the one Adam took.

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"Hey, dad."

"What's up, son?"

"Can Matty and I talk with you?"

"Um, yeah, sure."

Barry sensed something very serious in the nature of Chad's application.

"Um, I don't know rightly know how to put this dad."

It's times like this, Barry wished that Steve had been there for moral
support, knowing what Chad had on his mind.

"Does this have to do with moving?"

Chad looks to Matty, who nods for his lover to admit to the partial truth
of the matter.

"Um.. yeah. Sort of dad."

"Okay. What's on your mind, son?"

Overcome with emotion, Chad advanced, in baby steps, within breathing
distance of his dad. He couldn't find the words to say, but instead, the
six foot high school jock threw his arms around his dad and hugged
him. Barry slowly lifted his arms and caressed the teen.

"I love you so much, dad."

"I love you too, son."

As if by mindreading, Steve shows up.

"What's this all about?" He directs to Matty.

"Um... ah.. Chad...well... it's about moving... and.. well..." Matty tried
fumbling for some kind of relative idea.

"Ooooh, I see," Steve replied.

Barry questioned, "Oh? You want to explain it to me, Steve, since Chad is
at a loss for words?"

"Dad," Chad cut in, "I... I need... I need to be with Matty, but.. oh fuck,
why is this so hard to say?"

Chad broke away from his dad, turning completely around.

"Um, Matty, can I buy you a cup of coffee?"

"Yeah, Steve. Sure."

Barry approached Chad, as if it was Steve. He placed his arms around the
teen's middle, placing him in a giant hug.

"Son, I know it's almost that time. For each of you boys I have dreaded
this moment and I know it hasn't been easy for any of you boys, in light of
your mother's passing."

"I know, dad. I don't think mom would be taking this as easy as you are."

"Right. But the fact remains that what you are, you are, son. You're a gay
man and you've met the love of your life."

"You understand, dad?" Chad relays, turning around.

"Don't forget that I'm in the same situation, son?"

"Oh yeah, dah!"

They smile at each other.

"Chad, I would have been overly worried about you moving on in the world,
but right now I can say that I am very comfortable, considering with whom
you are building a life with."

"Matty."

"We couldn't be happier for you."

"I like hearing that from you, dad."

"What?"

"I feel the same about you and Steve?"

"Oh yeah. I guess we both have something in common."

"Well, moving here, I thought we'd have a lot of problems. I mean, who
would've ever thought that I would meet a cool guy, likt Matty, that I
would fall in love with and.... well, you know I'm almost a hundred percent
out?"

"I figured that, after you got beat up."

"Most of the kids at school know that Matty and I are a couple."

"I would think it hard to hide, since he drops you off at school every
day."

"Know what's funny, dad?"

"What son?"

"I started wearing Matty's clothes..."

"I noticed that. Quite the preppy look."

"Yeah. Well, my excuse was that I didn't have anything to wear."

"That's the truth, I would say, since you decided to leave everything in
your dresser?"

"Okay, so I was stupid. I should've used a suitcase, like the rest of
you. But when I'm wearing Matty's clothes.. and this is going to sound
really lame, but it's like I have Matty's skin wrapped around me."

"Haa ha ha ha haaa!"

"Huh?"

"Oooh, I'm not laughing at you, son... seems like we've got something in
common."

"Steve's?"

"Yeah. you've got it. I mean, to feel his sweatshirt on my skin, made me
feel like that smooth chest was right up against me."

Chad had a few giggles.

"Steve sure is a handsome guy."

"No denying that. You didn't do so bad yourself, son."

"Yeah, a hairy bear, like the old man!"

As their spirits picked up, Barry wound up delving out his blessings. He
confided in Chad that out of so much goings ons, that he and Steve had
overlooked a room for Chad.

"Y'know, I kind of had it in the back of my mind, Sean."

"Sean, dad?"

"Yeah. Steve and Sean had a talk and I guess you know that Sean isn't
living at home anymore."

"Sean told us all about their conversation."

"Steve and I also talked about you leaving home, a couple of weeks ago."

"Oh, so you can't wait to get rid of me, huh?"

Barry knew Chad threw him a rib-tickler.

"What Steve suggested is having you stay in Sean's room, if Callan and
Alonzo didn't mind. That is until the end of the school year, plus you're
almost ready to turn eighteen."

Steve and Matty had returned, two coffees and two gatorades, in hands.

"Here, Preppy."

"Preppy?" Steve questioned.

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed, Steve?"  Chad administered the
greeting, waiting for a response.

"Sure I've noticed your new look, Chad. I think it looks rather cleancut."

"Oh c'mon Steve. You've gotta do better than that!" Barry told his lover.

"Okay. How's this? Far out?"

They waited.

"Upbeat?" Steve tried his last resort.

"That'll do," Matty commented.

As the four drank their coffees and ade, they talked over the sleeping
issue, resolving it for the moment. It also led into new venues.

"Does this house your mom sequestered away for you, have furniture?" Barry
posed.

"Hmm... now that's one question that I haven't gotten an answer for, "
Matty answered.

"I think that's cool."

"How so, Preppy?" Steve kidded Chad.

Evading Steve's question, Chad summised, "I bet you dressed just like me,
in college, Steve."

"Of course, except for the argyle, checked socks."

"Checked? Like in checkerboard, Steve?" Barry asks.

"Sure. Didn't you?"

"Whatever you say, Steve."

"Oh c'mon, Barry. C'mon, what did you wear? Heeey, you weren't one of those
hoods, were you?"

"Hoods, Steve?"

"Yeah, with the leather, chains, motorcycle gang types. You know what I
mean?"

"Steve, don't let your imagination run away with you now."

They both chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess I did start to fantasize a bit."

"Sometimes I wonder, Steve."

"Oh and how does that go, Barry?"

As the two made their way around the suburban park grounds, they talked
about fantasies.

"Sometimes I get the feeling of you wanting to be dominated, Steve."

"No doubt that you are the alpha half of this duo."

"Hmm... I think that about myself, too."

"Nice of us to agree once in awhile."

"Really Steve? I think we agree on a lot of things."

"Yeah, come to think of it. We do. You became very convincing to me, when
you came up with the idea of us moving in together, with the Chatsworth
place."

"I could have 'made' you sign, Steve!"

Barry smiles, drawing attention to Steve's nips, looking about, then
secretly squeezing one nub, through his sweatshirt.

"Oooooooh....yeah... that would do it, too!" Steve replies.

"Yeah, got you eating out of my hand, don't I, Steve?"

"But if you don't stop, I'm going to wet my pants, Barry!"

Barry starts chuckling, followed by his lover. Suddenly, dashing from the
bushes, a young man almost broadsides them.

"What this?"

"Mister, ya gotta help me!"

"Wait, aren't you Jeremy Pezzolo?"

"Yeah," the twelve year old replies, trying to figure out where he met the
one that talks to him.

"What's the urgency?"

Looking at them and out of breath, Steve senses the youth's questioning.

"I'm Mr. Clark and this is Mr. Barr."

Facing Barry, he says, "Ya gotta help me."

"Tell me what's the matter and maybe we can."

"Some men grabbed my brother and dragged him into their car!"

Steve asks, "Adam?"

"How do you know?"

Overlooking Jeremy's question, Steve, on the alert, asks the old cliche,
"Where's a cop when you need him?"

While Barry squatted down, talking information about the make and model
number of the car and the men involved, Steve raced to the front of the
park, to find a cop. In minutes, he returned to the spot, with Officer
Green, a few spectators in pursuit, as well.

"What's up dad?" Chad calls out, before the police officer can ask.

"Oh good," Barry stands, ready to relay info. "Good you're here, Mike."

"What's the disturbance? Steve tells me there's been a kidnapping?"

"Jeremy says his brother was abducted by some men."

"Wait. Let me get this down," Mike tells them, taking a little pad out of
his shirt pocket.

While Barry is relaying info to Mike Green, Steve is kneeling down on the
turf, talking with Jeremy.

"Steve, is this Jeremy Pezzolo?"

Looking up, Steve peers at Callan O'Meara and Alonzo Romano. Standing at
their side is Diego, Aidan and Philip.

"Yes. Oh, you haven't met Jeremy yet, have you?"

"No."

"Heeeeey! You're my new brother!" Diego blurts out.

"New? Brother?"

"Yes. Didn't they tell you, Jeremy?"

However, Steve's body, being the closest body to hug, Jeremy throws his
arms around his neck and begins crying.

"Whatsamatter?" Aidan calls out.

"Maybe he doesn't like me," Diego sums up, looking at his daddy.

"I'm sure that's not the case, son," Alonzo says, reaching down and rubbing
his nine year old's back.

"Can you fill us in on what's happening, Steve?"

Aidan and Philip, in their chummy way, latch on to Jeremy's attentions,
when Aidan's father gets up, to chat with Callan and Alonzo. Slowly, Diego
mosies on over to the twelve year old. Half listening to Steve pour out the
facts, the boys begin to converse.

"They took your brother?" Aidan asks.

"Yeah."

All the time that Jeremy is being grilled by Aidan and Philip, he looks
towards Diego.

Breaking off the immediate conversation, Jeremy says to Diego, "You're
going to be my brother?"

"That's what my dads say."

"Dads? You got two of them?"

Aidan and Philip, more interested in the 'dads' talk, shift their
conversation away from the boredom of brotherhood.

"Yes. My real dad is that good looking Latino on the right and..."

"Latino? Are you a Latino?"

"Yup. My name's Diego."

"Oh, okay. Now I can tell you're a Latino from your name."

"Our last name is sort of Italian. That's what my daddy says."

"What's your last name?"

"Romano."

"Hmm.. I don't know what I am. I think I might be some Latino, too."

"Paholo?"

"No, Pezzolo. It has two z's."

"Oh, I wasn't sure. I only heard my dads say it twice."

"So, the other guy isn't your real dad?"

"Nope. My real dad met him and liked him, so they are both my dads."

"I don't get it. Are they like brothers?"

"Nope. They love each other and dad-Callan loves me just as much as he
loves my daddy. He told me."

"Hmm... So, your dads love each other like a mom and dad?"

"That's right. Isn't that cool?"

"They're gay then."

"That's right and so am I."

"You? You're gay, Diego?"

"Yes."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I only like looking at boys."

"I don't know if I will fit in with your family, then."

"How come, Jeremy?"

"Because I'm not gay."

"It doesn't matter. Some of dad-Barry's boys aren't gay. At least one isn't
and I think one of them is half gay."

"Dad-Barry?"

"The one over there talking with the policeman. He's a partner with
dad-Steve."

"Dad-Barry? Dad-Steve?"

"That's right. They are partners too, just like my daddy and Dad-Callan."

"This is weird."

"No it's not."

"And those dads have kids, too?"

"Yes. Dad-Steve has four sons and they're all gay."

"All of them?"

"That's right, but they're not really bloodbrothers."

It all seemed overwhelming, a whole new world of information for Jeremy to
digest, yet like his mother had brought him up, he remained openminded.

Mike Green, his remote communicator still in hand, came over to where
Jeremy and Diego chatted, saying, "Where are you staying now, young man?"

"At the shelter, but I think I'm going to be part of this family."

The statement caused a lot of smiles, amidst the chaos.

It's Officer Mike Green who called the shots, saying, "Well, Alonzo and
Callan, can you take on Jeremy here, until I figure out what's
happening. Right now I think he's needs more than a social worker for a
shoulder to lean on."

"We agree," Callan jumped to the response, moving behind Jeremy, placing
his hands on his shoulders.

Panting, the older boys show up.

"What's happening dad?" Denis questions his father.

"Ah, there's been an abduction, son," Steve reports.

"Somebody said Adam Pezzolo was kidnapped!" Denis, still puffing, replied.

"Looks that way."

"I wonder if this has to do with..." Denis stopped in midsentence, looking
to his stepbrother, Mark.

Mike turned to Denis and asked, "Do you know something about this, Denis?
Because if you do, the facts could be imperative to Adam's wellbeing."

The dads also showed concern over Denis maybe knowing something.

Mark piped up with, "You better tell them, Denis."

Then Mark gave the dad's suspicions that the boys knew more than they
actually did.

"Mark?" Barry questioned, starting in on the fatherly inquisition.

"Adam wanted Denis to fuck him!" Mark came out direct and to the point.

Aidan says, "Fuck him? Did you do it, Denis?"

"Hell no!"

In order to steer the conversation away from younger ears, Callan and
Alonzo guided Aidan, Philip, Diego, Jeremy and even Tom and Eric away from
the adult subject matter.

Officer Green took the helm, applying the pressure, pursuing, "We need to
know what you know and now."

Barry adds, "It could mean a lot for Adam's safety, Mark," his father
coerced him.

"I'll tell ya," Denis volunteered firstoff. "Adam and I knew some guys who
wanted to fuck around."

Mark adds, "Denis and I talked about it this past week."

"Past week?" Steve asked, more in a serious state.

"Yeah, we... Denis and I talked about fucking and whether we thought it was
right or not for us to do it," Mark told them.

"Yeah," Denis picked up the speed, "Adam told us about these college guys
that wanted to fuck young ass, plus another college guy that wanted a
sixteen year old to fuck him, but I wasn't sure about it because of what
Jacq told us."

Mike observed, "At least he got through to somebody," softly saying it to
Barry and Steve.

"Do you know who these college guys are? Their names?"

"C'mon Denis, think," Steve pressed.

"I am dad... fuckin' give me some space, alright?"

Barry immediately saw the confrontation, raising his arm and placing it
over his lover's shoulder, whispering, "He's upset, Steve."

This seemed to calm Steve. Mark, picking up on his dad's reaction,
proceeded to mimic the same, with Denis in Steve's place, his hand rubbing
Denis' back.

"Anything else to report, Denis?" Mike asked.

"They weren't from WRCC."

"For sure you know this?"

"I remember Adam saying that when he met them, they said they had finished
and out on summer break."

"If they weren't from WRCC, then where are they staying?"

"I don't know, Officer Green. Adam had the info."

"How many of them, do you know?"

"Three I think. Could be four."

Barry interjects, "Jeremy claimed he saw three, but there could have been a
driver."

"Right and we have a description of the vehicle. The boys are already on
it," Mike referred to the police force.

Denis looked at his dad. Right now he felt like a pile of crap, in lieu of
the loosely strawn facts. Calmed by Mark's back massage, his feelings
registered with his dad. He walked slowly towards him, breaking contact
with Mark.

"Dad, I'm sorry I yelled at you."

Steve, in his unconditional way, opened his arms for his son's body to
enter, holding him in a body hug.

"We're both upset," Steve passed on Barry's feelings on the matter.

"It's my fault too," Mark conveyed to his own dad, receiving a small hug.

"I think this should be a lesson to both of you boys."

"How so, dad?" Mark asks his father.

"To not keep everything inside you two and share some of them with us
dads?"

Both sixteen year olds agree to the fatherly facts. In the meantime, Mike
Green is joined by some other officers, whom one is Riley Sanchez. He
greets Steve and Barry and their two sons.

"Did you get them?" Mark asks, very concerned.

"Not yet. We have the information out there. All we have to do is wait til
they show. Do either of you boys know where they might have taken him?"

%

Meanwhile, in an old abandoned stable, outside of the town proper, five
males are stripped of their clothing. Four, aged nineteen, twenty and
twenty-one, two of them twenty, hold Adam Pezzolo hostage, stripped and
tied to a table, his ass hanging over the edge, a sock stuffed in his
mouth.

"Oh man, would you look at that tight hole!"

"I get first dibs, Ty."

"Fuck that, Jim-bob."

"Oh yeah. Fight you for it!"

Taking another swig of his beer, which finished the can off, jim-bob
crumbles it and lunges at Ty. The black giant plants his fist in his path.

"Uggggggh!" Jim-bob belches out, keeling over.

"Haaa ha ha ha haaaaa... that solves that problem!"

The twenty-one year old remains doubled over, holding his belly, his head
in the straw.

"Oh yeah... gonna stretch that cherryhole open real wide!" Ty states, loud
enough to draw fear from young Adam.

"Y'know guys, maybe we shouldn't do this?"

"Jerry, you woos! You're in it now, so get that cock stiff!" Jack, the
nineteen year old tells him.

"On the contrare," Ty uses some of his fake French, "Maybe Jerry isn't cut
out for this kind of action."

"Leave him alone, Ty," Jack tries to defend his bud.

"That's what I've been telling you guys from the start," Jim-bob relates to
them.

It had been a do-or-dare vow, three hundred miles back, as the four set
out, looking for some young ass to take advantage of. What started in a
college town bar, provoked the four to follow their conquest, before they
split up for their summer destinations. Jack and Jerry, nineteen and
twenty, roomed together. Ty and Jim-bob, buddies, happened upon their
friendship at the local pub. Jack usually teamed up with Jim-bob, as Ty
would plow Jerry's ass. If it hadn't been for Jack, this mildly-mannered
college guy would never had met up with Ty. Over a period of time, Jerry
sensed that that's all he meant to Jack, to be a boytoy for all his fucking
friends. He didn't know why he accepted the ride home, but now, for
another's sake maybe that would be the important turning point of his fated
life, as it stood.

"Gimme your belt, Jack. Time to start working this teen ass over!" Ty
commanded, his hand reaching out for the leather strap.

Jerry didn't like the course of action, as it progressed. He sensed that Ty
had evolved into the leader of their band, having defeated Jim-bob, for
first fuck.

"Here ya go," Jack responded, pulling the widest belt from the choice of
pants loops.

"Jim-bob, you're up!"

"Huh? I thought you're gonna fuck his tight hole first, Ty?"

"I'm gonna, but thought you should at least have the pleasure of tanning
his hide!"

"Oh yeah! Hot! Jack, get on the other side. Stretch his asscheeks
apart. Gonna whip his hole til it's nice and red, like the cherry it is!"

Jerry knew this was totally wrong. Maybe what started out as an innocent
thing at college, had evolved into sending the wrong message to a young
individual of society. He watched, as Ty and Jerry each took a mound of the
kid's ass in their hands, holding open his ass, til Adam's asshole was
plain to see. Even with the sock stuffed in his mouth, he could feel the
pain, as Jim-bob delivered the leather torturing tool lengthwise, along his
asscrack, whipping the outer rim of Adam's asschute.

"Oh yeah... can't wait to get my ten inches in that cherry red hole!" Ty
bragged.

Jerry flinched, knowing the power that Ty's wide barrel could deliver. It
had been the first time he was fucked, with no mercy, as Ty jambed his big
shaft in his dime-sized chute. One thing Jerry had over them, might not be
his nerdy build, but his intelligence. Being a science major, he knew how
to mix chemicals. For one thing, he knew what power a can of beer and
'Crystal Blue', the new drug rape pill, could have on a man. Popping open
four cans of beer, he put his plan into operation. He wasn't going to wait
til they had travelled another three or six hundred miles, taking other
young boys' virginities away from them. He hated the treatment they gave
young Adam. Jerry figured he couldn't be more than sixteen years
old. Twenty now, Jerry remembered back to entering college at eighteen,
meeting up with Jack, shortly thereafter getting drugged at a party,
followed by his ass pounded. After Ty used him the first time, Jerry's
asshole became old news. Yet, Jack managed to always find a guy to keep it
primed, for a price. A shriek hit his ears, knocking him out of his
historic reverie. Adam had managed to push the sock from his mouth, he
deduced, screaming his lungs out, as the leather belt, lined up with his
asscrack, struck with due force. After that, Adam had been reduced to
crying tears.

"That's enough Jim-bob," Ty called out, his fat cock firmed up in his hand.

"Oh come on, Ty," Jim-bob replied.

"Hey, I know your a sadist Jim-bob," Ty relayed the already known
information.

"Do the kids back, while Ty fucks him," Jack suggested to Jim-bob.

"A man after my own heart!" The twenty-one year old replies, firming the
leather belt up in his hand.

While they're all making their plans for the ensuing fuck and torturing
whipping, Jerry drops the pill in each of the beercan's.

Playing their game, Jerry yells out, "Hey, how about a toast to 'our' first
virgin ass of the trip!"

The other three, rally around Jerry.

"Hey, I think your boy's finally come around, Jack!"

Jerry passes out the cans, being careful to take the unspiked one in his
hand.

"Men," Ty, half drunk already, states, "here's to the first hot fuck of the
next five hundred miles!"

Jack adds, "Yeah and the next five hundred teen asses!"

The three down their drinks in no time. Jerry, pretends to drink his,
taking only a few swigs. He hopes the effect takes hold of them
soon. Watching, he sees Ty stroke himself up, the ten inch weapon pointed
towards Adam's reddened, stinging asshole.

"Oh yeah... get ready Jim-bob!"

"I'm ready, Ty!"

"Yeah, Ty, make him scream... yeah... want to hear him nice and loud!"

Adam let out a yelp, as the leather belt came down across his back, weilded
from Jim-bob's extended arm. A red welt stung across his upper back.

"Hey, what the fuck, Jim-bob? I said wait!"

"The kid's got plenty of fight in him, Ty," Jack said.

"Yeah... oh fuck is he tight!" Ty replied, pushing the head of his barrel
up to the teen's asschute.

After a little push though, Ty stumbles backwards.

"You drunken fool, Ty!"

"Whew! I can't believe that three cans are giving me such a buzz!" Ty
reports to the two, rubbing his eyes.

"Now that you mention, Ty," Jim-bob agrees, leaning on one of the old
corral fences.

Jerry watches, as his plan takes hold. Now, an even more important part of
the plan grasps him, as he watches first Jack, fall to his knees, then
collapse onto his back, his arms slung above his head, his nude body lying
in the hay. Ty becomes his next victim, the black body silhouetted against
the hay, ass up.

"Hey, you guys? What the fuck....." Jim-bob doesn't get to round out the
words to describe the effect that the drug inhibited beer has on him.

"What are you doing?" Adam says to Jerry, half crying.

"Saving your ass, like I should've done before they started using it!"

Jerry set about untying the ropes attached to Adam's feet, lashed to the
table legs.

"Aren't you one of them?" Adam asks.

"Was," is all Jerry alluded to, now helping Adam from the table, always
keeping tabs on the other three.

He wasn't sure how long the drug would take effect. Knowing for a fact that
it would put it's victim under it's sleeping spell for the amount of time
it took for a guy to be taken to a room, restrained and then allowing the
perpetrator to begin the fuck, he knew he had to work fast.

"Can you dress yourself, Adam?"

"Why are you...."

"Never mind that for now. We've gotta get out of here before they wake up,
which won't be long. Can you dress yourself?"

"I think."

"Good. I need to get dressed, too."

However, Jerry skipped his briefs, pulling on his jeans and tee shirt,
leaving his socks behind, to don his sneakers.

"Here, let me help."

Adam leaned on Jerry's shoulders, as he held his pants out, to be pulled
up.

"The zipper's broken."

"I know. Ty broke it when he stripped you. Doesn't matter."

"They tore my teeshirt too."

"Here, then take this," Jerry replied, stealing Jim-bob's Metallica
teeshirt, to replace Adam's.

"Can you walk okay?"

"My ass is so sore," Adam cried.

"I guess this is where the college gym pays off!"

Jerry tilted forward, taking Adam's gut to his shoulder. It took hardly any
effort to launch the young teen onto his shoulder, to ferry him to the
car. Lucky for Jerry, he had been the driver. It was his car. Maybe another
reason the other three 'carless' jocks took him into their fold of rapers.

"Owwwwch!"

"Sorry," Jerry relayed to Adam, placing him in the front seat.

"Wouldn't I be more comfortable, stretched out in the back?"

"Yeah, but I need a guide. Remember, we're not from around here, Adam. Oh,
and I'm Jerry."

It hadn't exactly been the time for sweet introductions and Adam, in such
pain, didn't respond.

"And where the hell you think you're going?"

Half drunken, from the Crystal Blue rape drug, Jack stood there at the side
of the car, still a bit tipsy. Jerry returned to the driver's side.

"I'm not playing your game anymore, Jack."

"Yeah, you're right, Jerry. I'm tired of their game too. C'mon, let's both
get the fuck outta here."

Jerry was right the first time he said it and he had it in his mind not to
let anything change that. As he looked at Jack, he could see it in his
eyes, just like two years ago, when he befriended him. The only words that
could come to Jerry's mind were, 'yeah, like you're not going to use me
some more?'

"Come on, Jerry. Unlock the door."

"Yeah, sure, Jack."

Using his own open door as a pivot, Jerry swung his leg up, his foot
catching Jack right between the legs.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Jack cried out, holding his still nuded cock and
balls in his hands, his body soon crumbling to the dirt, falling over.

Jerry thought he spotted some movement at the barn door, so jumped in the
driver's side, turned on the ignition and sped off.

"Hold on, Adam. This could get rough."

"Okay, Jerry," Adam sighed, still wincing from his whipped assrim.

"Oh dammit! Which way do we go, Adam?"

"Left."

"Where does that take us?"

"Down the mountain and please go slow?"

"I think we're far enough away not to..."

"No. Please Jerry.... go slow?"

Jerry sensed Adam getting overerly lyper about cruising down a simple
mountain pass, but he adhered to the teens warning. Nearing the bottom, he
spied a crossing road. Two police cars, searching another car, had their
lights flashing.

Speaking to no one in particular, he stated, "Well, I guess my life is
over."

"Don't say that," Adam said to Jerry, just a few feet from where Donovon's
truck came barrelling down the mountain pass, striking his mom's vehicle,
killing her instantly.

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