Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2005 10:52:03 EST
From: TTSTUD@aol.com
Subject: The Adventures of Chet Pectoral - Part Two

The Adventures of Chet
Part Two

	Dean didn't move and Chet was sure that Brick had used his time
away to hunt down Dean and kill him.

	"What have you done with him!" Chet screamed.  He strained against
his bonds, trying to rip himself free.  Trying to get at Brick so that he
could rip him apart, but they didn't budge.

	"Don't worry," Brick said as he began to rip the clothes off Dean's
body.  "He's not dead."

	"Why?"  It was all Chet could say.

	"You wanted to have sex with him and we though we'd help."  The
voice wasn't Brick's, it was Matt.  He was back, walking in through the
barn door that Brick had left open.

	"If you hurt him . . ." Chet began.  There was no time to finish
though, Brick reached him, grabbing the tit clamps in one hand and his chin
in the other.

	"That's up to you boy."
	Matt began to slap Dean, waking him.

	As Dean came too he was disoriented.  His last memory had been of
someone coming up behind him in the gym.  Dean had decided to return to the
gym, partly because he wanted to work out some of his frustrations and
partly because he was concerned about Chet and had hoped that he would
return.  He heard someone enter the gym just as he began a set of curls,
then he was struck on the head with something.

	The first thing Dean saw when he came too was Chet.  Hanging like a
piece of meat, a variety of contraptions hanging from his naked sweat
soaked body.  Dean wanted to call out, wanted to go to Chet to help him.
They had known each other for over two years, and he wanted Chet like he
wanted no one else.  Chet had even gotten him to admit to himself that he
liked men.

	Dean wanted to go to him but he couldn't he was tied up.  Duck tape
had been tied around his legs and arms.  His arms locked behind his back.
A strip also covered his mouth, preventing him from calling out to
anyone. Worse yet, Dean realized that he, too, was naked.

	Matt began to take off his clothes then and was soon joined by
Brick.  Dean lay face down on the floor, unable to move.  Chet looked at
Matt.  They may be half brothers but they were as different as day and
night.  Chet was good looking with handsome features and large, full
muscles.  Matt was lanky almost to the point of being skinny.  As Chet was
hairy, Matt was no hair anywhere.  Chet had longish dark hair that always
hung in his face, Matt a blond crew cut.  But, when Matt took off his
underwear, Chet gasped.  Chet's own dick was impressive at eight inches and
a bit thick, Brick's was even larger, but Matt's dick made him a freak.  It
hung almost down to his knee but was thinner than either Chet's or Brick's.
It was only semi erect and Chet doubted that it ever got hard, being so
long.

	"Which of them do you wanna fuck with that dick probe of yours?"
Brick asked Matt.
	"I'm gonna fuck fag boy's over here," Matt said pointing to Dean.

	Chet growled, staining against his bonds.  But his arms were numb
and limp, his body aching.
	Brick walked over to him.
	"That makes you mine."

	Matt picked Dean up, throwing him over a bail of hay, his ass
pointing up.  An offering to the gods.

	Brick went over to his bag, taking out a bottle of lube.  He poured
some onto his dick, slobbering it up with the slippery liquid, then he
passed the bottle to Matt who did the same.

	Matt went over to Dean then and squatted over him.  He took his
dick and laid it down in the crack of Dean's ass like a hot dog in a bun.
Then he laid his body over the top of Dean's and but his mouth next to his
ear so he could whisper.
	"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you," Matt said.

	Matt got hard just thinking about it, partly because it was a hot,
virgin ass and partly because it was a way to get back at his no good
brother.  Underneath him he felt Dean shiver.  Matt didn't take the time to
lube Dean's ass, nor did he spend any time doing anything else that would
have made the experience easier on Dean.

	He just shoved it in.  Pushing in Dean's virgin ass, past his tight
sphincter muscle.  Matt could swear that he heard it pop.  He heard Dean
moan beneath the gag.  Matt didn't stop, continuing to shove it in until he
felt his balls slap Dean's ass.

	Dean was a stud and a half, and Matt took greedy pleasure in being
the one to pop this quarterback's cherry.  Dean, like Chet, was all muscle.
He had long, blond hair and a tightly muscled, hairless body.  Dean tried
to move under him but Matt had all the leverage.  He put his hands, and all
his weight, on top of Dean's muscled, v-shaped back and pulled out then
shoved his cock back in.  As he began to fuck him, he felt Dean's ass clamp
onto his cock.  It was so tight.  Matt moaned.

	Beneath him, Dean felt like he was being split wide open.  Matt was
so long, it felt like the cock was going to come out of his mouth.  He
tried to relax tried to at least try to not fight what Matt was doing.
But, it was impossible.  Matt drove into him with viscous strokes pounding
him into the hay.  It hurt.  But Dean moaned as he felt Matt rub against
his prostate.

	Chet was left hanging there to watch the assault on Dean.  He
wished he could have been the one to fuck him.  Wished that he and Dean
could have had time to make love with each other and he felt bad to ever
have gotten them both attacked the way he did.

	Brick stood with Chet, watching the show.
	"You know," Brick said, his voice was low and serious, "Your
brother there wants me to kill the two of you when we're done."
	Chet said it then and he surprised not only himself but Brick as
well.

	"Master."

	Brick stepped back and turned to look at Chet.
	"What?"
	"Please, I'll do whatever you want," Chet said, "I'll be your
slave, anything, just don't kill him."

	Brick didn't say anything then.  He simply went over to where Matt
was pounding Dean's ass.  Matt and the boy were covered in sweat.  He had
to admit the kid was doing great taking that kind of pounding from such a
large cock on his first time out.  Brick reached down and, when Matt had
pulled his cock almost all the way out, he grabbed Matt by the shoulders
and pulled him off Dean's body.
 	He threw Matt on the ground.  Matt was furious and stood up running
at Brick as if to attack him, his huge cock flopping against his thigh.
	"What the fuck you doing you fucking ass."  Matt said.
	Brick hit him then a crack across the face sending Matt to the
floor once again.

	"Get you clothes on," Brick said, pointing at him, "and get the
fuck out of here."
	Matt wiped the blood that was dripping from his cut lip and stood
up.  For a second, it looked as if he would get up and charge Brick again.
Then, probably thinking better of it, he grabbed his clothes that lay on
the floor in a pile and left.

	Dean lay on the ground wondering what was happening.  One second he
was getting plowed with a huge cock in his ass.  The next it was taken out
and he heard the sounds of a scuffle.  He felt someone touch his hands,
which were still bound behind him and he tensed suspecting that the attack
to his ass would soon repeat itself.  Then he was surprised.  He felt a
sharp object and the tape wrapped around his hands was cut.  He brought his
hands up and began to rip off the tape covering his mouth. At the same time
he felt the tape wrapped around his feet being cut.  The tape hurt being
ripped off but not as much as his ass did.

	Dean was afraid, covered in sweat and shivering from cold and
fright.  He wanted to get out of there as fast as possible, but he also
wanted to help Chet.  Seeing Chet like that had upset him like nothing else
before ever had.  He was about to get up when a foot pushed down harshly on
his back, sending him back into the hay.
	"I'm going to give you a piece of advice, boy."  Brick said, above
him.  Dean tried to push up but Brick put more of his weight onto Dean's
back, keeping him right where he was.
	"When I let you up I suggest you leave."
	"I'm not going anywhere without Chet."  Dean said.
	"Listen to me carefully, boy.  If you decide to try something I'm
going to give you pain like you wouldn't believe and I'm going to hurt your
friend there even more.  I want you to think about this.  Think about your
friend tied up and how helpless he is and about the knife I'm holding."

	Dean lay there for a minute under Brick's foot.  Brick ever so
slowly lifted his foot off Dean's back and Dean got up, quickly moving away
from the bails of hay.  He stretched for a moment.  Brick picked up his own
leather pants and threw them to where Dean stood.
	"Put these on since ya ain't go no clothes of your own."

	Dean picked them up and eased into them.  Dean was a large guy at
six feet two inches but the pants were big for him.  But, he was thankful
for having them.  His clothes were in torn pieces in the gym and how he
would get home without clothes was anybody's guess.

	Then Dean looked at Chet.  Chet still hung by his arms, his legs
bound out to his sides.  The clamps and ball stretcher hanging from him.
Sweat dripped off his body and he looked in obvious pain.  Chet was looking
straight at him and Dean knew that he was in love with him.

	"Please leave."  Chet said, his voice was husky, tired.

	Dean did leave then, quickly through the open barn doors.  After a
minute, Brick went over to Chet.

	"We're leaving too."  Brick went behind Chet and grabbed him by the
wrist.
	"If your brother didn't already call the cops your friend will.
Remember now," he said as he took one of his hands down, "your mine.  If
you think about anything just remember I can always track down your friend
there."

	"Yes . . . Sir."  Chet said.  He had no choice.  Protecting Dean
was what was important and he believed every word Brick said to him.

	Chet arms felt like lead weights.  Hanging limply at his sides when
Brick released them.  His legs came next.  Chet didn't move.  He wanted to
take off his tit clamps but hesitated, not willing to move without
permission.

	Brick stood and grabbed the chain connecting the two tit clamps.
He pulled Chet then out of the barn, reaching down to grab his bag of
goodies.  They were both naked as they walked out of the barn.  Outside,
the night was dark.  No lights shown from the house and the only
illumination came from the barn where they had just come from.

	The only car outside was a dark van that Chet assumed belonged to
Brick.  Brick released his hold on Chet's chain, letting it drop.  Again
pain shot through Chet's nipples as they were tugged downward by the weight
of the chain.  He reached into his bag getting out his keys.

	He opened the back of his van exposing the contents inside.  A dim
light came on inside.  Chet gasped the inside of the van was full of
harnesses, straps, whips, paddles and an assortment of S&M equipment.
Brick got in the van and then pulled Chet in after him, again yanking on
the tit clamp chain. He was using the chain like reigns on a horse to lead
Chet around.

	Brick stroked Chet's hair, smoothing it back and out of his face.

	"You've been good boy.  I'm not going to tie you up now.  Just lay
down on the floor of the van.  Face down."

	Chet glanced at the tit clamps and grimaced, but began to lay on
the floor.  Brick must have noticed that because he called for Chet to stop
then reached over and took off the tit clamps.  His balls, still in the
stretcher, hung and he felt his stomach clench from the pain in his balls.
As the blood rushed back into Chet's tits they began to throb painfully, he
threw his head back and moaned.  His dick got immediately hard.  Brick
grabbed Chet's hard dick and stroked it.  Chet had been hard off and on
since his encounter with Dean in the gym and Brick had a perfect grip on
it.  Chet closed his eyes, enjoying the feel, the throbbing in his tits and
the feeling in his cock.  He felt that familiar feeling.

	He was going to cum

	Brick must have sensed this because he took one hand and yanked on
ChetĘs ball stretcher at once sending cramps through his stomach and
grabbed the tip of his cock with the other harshly.  Combined the two
stopped Chet from cumming.  He was left gasping.  Brick reached down and
took the ball stretcher off and, for the first time, Chet was naked.

	For the first time Chet felt free, yet he was more of a prisoner
than ever.

	"You will never cum without my permission, understand?"
	"Yes."
	"Sir," Brick said as he slapped him lightly on the face, "always
call me Sir."
	"Yes, Sir."  Chet said.
	"Good boy," Brick said, "now lay on the floor for me my boy."

	Chet did as he was told laying on the cold steel of the van's
floor.  Brick went away for a moment and then came back.  He knelt down
over Chet's body and Chet felt handcuffs being attached to his wrists.

	Brick left the through the back of the van then closed the doors.
Shortly after that Chet heard Brick getting in the driver's side door of
the van.  The van started up and began to move.

	Although Chet could not see it he knew the farm receded into the
background.  He also knew that he would never see the farm again.  He did
not know where he was headed but he didn't like it.  The one bright spot
was that Dean had been spared any more pain.  He, at least would be free to
live his life as he wanted.

	Chet missed him already.

	Then, amazingly, Chet fell asleep.


End Part Two