Date: Thu, 4 May 2006 20:16:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: See Danny Run 3

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From the previous chapter:
"Well I guess you wouldn't be here unless you were
interested.  There's just one thing."  I stared at him and
waited.  He looked back at me with determination.  "I make
all the decisions about what we do and how we do it.  I told
Carl that I'd never hurt you and I won't, at least not
intentionally and any time you wanna stop all you gotta do
is tell me and I'll drive you back here or to your house
or....wherever but if you do stay with me you do what I say.
Can you handle that?"

"And I say stop and you stop?"

"Instantly......but there's no do-over's.  Once you say
stop...we're over.....no hard feelings but also no coming
back.  Got it?"

For some reason I started getting hard the minute Jay
started talking and you coulda cut steel with it now.  I
held out my hand.  "Deal."  He shook it and started the
truck.

Authors note.  This is violent!!!


                            See Danny Run 3

We drove in Jay's truck out west of town on the old blacktop
road and into farm land.  After a couple of miles we were
going up a small rise and Jay was looking out at the half
harvested fields with concern.

He glanced over at me and said the first words since we had
started driving.  "I farm.  My dad is dead and I do the
farming for my mom."

I didn't really know what to say to that and I was nervous
so I just said, "That's good."

A little while later we pulled off of the road into a
parking area next to a large metal pole building.  Jay cut
the engine and started to get outta the truck.  He just
said, "Come."

We went around to the sided of the building where there was
a large garage type door only much higher and next to it a
regular size door.  I was walking behind him watching those
broad shoulders and tight jean clad ass.  He opened that one
with a key and stood aside as I walked in.  The building was
full of farm equipment, tractors and plows and planters.  It
smelled of diesel fuel and corn dust.  We walked to the
other side of the building where there was an enclosed
office.  He unlocked the door.  When I walked in he turned
to me and said.

"Stay right there.  Take off all of your clothes and throw
em on that chair.  Everything!"  His voice had taken on an
edge to it that I probably shouldn't have liked but did.  I
stripped off everything and stood there on a beatup old
piece of carpeting stark naked with a raging hardon.

Jay ignored me and walked over to a large dusty old desk sat
down and picked up the telephone.  For the next ten minutes
he acted like I wasn't there while he called Farm Service
and ordered something, talked to the people at the hardware
store and called his mom and told her he was working.

Finally he pulled a pair of leather gloves out of a desk
drawer and slowly pulled them on.  He walked over to me and
wrapped his gloved hand around my balls and my cock.  I
looked at him but he said.  "You're only allowed to look at
the floor."  I dropped my eyes to the dirty shag carpet.

Jay squeezed my nuts hard and then released me and walked
around behind me.

"Bend over and spread your cheeks.  I wanna see your hole."

I felt really embarrassed.  At first when he ignored me I
was angry and then I just felt vulnerable but this was
humiliating.  It wouldn't be so bad if he was naked too.

I bent forward and spread my cheeks.  I felt his gloved hand
move over my ass as he examined my hole.  He flicked his
finger at it and I jumped and yelled, "Enng!"

He yelled, "Quit moving!"

"Get over to the sofa!"  There was a ratty old green sofa
that looked like it had been around for a hundred years and
was covered in farm magazines and dirt.

"Kneel down in front of it and lay your chest on the
cushions."  Somehow he managed to make me feel like this was
all just a huge pain in the ass and he was doing me this
incredible favor by even talking to me.

He went back over to the desk and took something out of the
drawer.  Then he came back over and knelt behind me.

"We're gonna keep this simple this time.  For one thing I
don't have the time to mess with this so I'm just gonna fuck
ya."

I don't know why that never occurred to me but somehow it
didn't.  "Fuck me?"

He said sternly, "You wanna leave?"

"No!  It just that I've never done that."

"First of all, shut up I don't want you speaking and second,
I don't care if you've never been fucked before."

I could hear him rolling the condom down on his cock and
then feel it being pressed to my hole.  After a moment he
pulled his dick back and I could hear him spitting on it.
After that it pressed it forward until it popped in and
never let up on the pressure until his cock was all the way
inside of me.  The pain was beyond believe.

I buried my face in the pillow and screamed as quietly as I
could.  My ass felt like it was being torn apart and I was
getting flashbacks to.....well...you know.

Why didn't I stop him?  I don't know.  I do know that
something felt very right about it but I'm not sure what
part of it.  Geez, am I totally losing it?

He pulled my arms behind my back and held them while he
pounded into my ass.  After a few minutes I heard him start
to breath heavily and then he crammed it in all the way and
collapsed on my back.  He stayed there for a minute while he
caught his breath and the pulled out abruptly.

He let go of my arms and stood up.  "You can get dressed
now."  I reached back and touched my asshole and then looked
at my fingers.  Thank God there was no blood.  I staggered
to my feet and started to pull on my clothes.

He looked over at me and said, "Hey, hurry it up willya I
gotta get back here and harvest more of this fucking corn."

He said nothing to me on the ride back to the school.  When
I got out of his truck he said, "Same time on Thursday."  I
felt used.....and I kinda liked it.  I also wanted him to
like me.  It woulda really been great if he had said that I
did okay or that he enjoyed himself but I got nothing.

The next day was Friday, one of my days for Carl.  He has
the most intense orgasms.  It always feels like he's
blasting my head off with those things.  The first time I
wasn't prepare for it and he shot cum so far back into my
throat that I almost gagged but now I can play with what's
gonna happen and I love feeling those jets of cum and how
they spray against the back of my mouth.  He shoots a huge
sweet load.

It feels so good to be kneeling there holding his warm balls
in my hands while he pumps into my mouth or to move my hands
to those powerful legs and feel the muscles tensing and
relaxing as he builds to his orgasm.

Sitting in Starbuck's Carl said, "So?  What was he like?"

I was pretty sure that when Carl said that he didn't want
Jay fucking me over that he didn't mean that his actually
fucking me would be a bad thing because, after all, that's
kinda what gay guys do.

I said simply, "He fucked me."

Carl looked at me strangely.  "That something you wanted?"

"Ahh I dunno.  I guess that it's not something I didn't
want.  I really hadn't thought about it.  I was kinda used
to the stuff that you and I do and somehow that never
occurred to me but it was okay."

Carl gave me a stern look.  "Did he force you?"

"No!  Carl, I'm big enough that I could pretty much stop him
from just doing...whatever."

"Yeah...well you're still a lot smaller than he is."

"Honest, Carl, it was okay.  He's different than you but it
was fine."

"Different how?"

I sighed and slouched down in my seat and played with my
coffee cup.  "You and I are......like friends, you know?
And he's.....we just don't know each other yet so it's a
little strange is all."

Carl smiled.  "A little strange is okay, I just don't want
him hurting you."  Great!  Now I'm already lying to my best
friend.  Well, kinda anyway.




This time my hands were handcuffed to two steel hooks bolted
to the wall behind the couch and my feet were tied to a
steel bar that made it impossible to bring my legs together.
There was one my socks jammed into my mouth and held there
with a leather strap that went around my head.  What felt
like a sweatband held two pads of cloth over my eyes.  I was
beyond being terrified.

I really never meant for it to go this far but Jay had
increased the intensity slowly and he kept saying that all I
had to do was say that I didn't want to do something and
we'd stop.  But every time he said that there was a tone to
his voice implying that I'd be a coward if I took that
option and one trait that I feel possessed of is bravery,
plus the fact that then all the sex would stop.

The other thing that Jay started doing was getting me
restrained and then leaving me alone and that somehow is the
most terrifying thing of all.  I mean, what would happen if
I started to choke or something?  The thing is that the
longer he leaves like this the more that fear fills my mind
and right now it's consuming my brain and pounding against
the inside of my skull to get out.  The smell of diesel fuel
is strong and there is no movement of air.  I can feel
rivulets of sweat running down my body and panic is right
there behind my eyes and I have to fight it constantly.

When he first started leaving me he did it for only a couple
of minutes at a time and then slowly increased it.  Okay!  I
know that this is sick and I don't know what keeps me coming
back but I have this sick feeling that somehow this is gonna
kill me.  Either he'll go totally fucking bonkers and do it
himself or he'll just stay away too long one day and I'll
fucking panic and choke on my fucking tongue or something.

When I finally heard a truck I breathed a sigh of relief but
then I counted three doors being slammed shut and the
thought of other people, maybe people that I knew, seeing me
like this almost caused me to throw up but I somehow forced
it down because I knew if I didn't it would kill me but I
couldn't stop the trembling.

I heard the big outside door open and then close and then a
minute later the door to the office opened.  There was a
gust of even warmer air that was heavy with the smell of
heavy equipment and corn and the sound of boots on the
floor.

The voice was deep but young.  "This him?"

Jay said, "Yeah.  You can touch him.  Go ahead."

I felt one pair of hands on my back and ass and then
another.  One pair of hands felt smaller than the other.

"He sure is a beauty!"

Jay laughed.  "I can see by your pants that you like em."  I
heard a chair being moved and then Jay again.  "You guys can
fuck em if you want."  He laughed again.  "Long as I get to
watch."

"He's shakin, Jay."

"He's scared.  Got reason to be too."

A hand grabbed my hair roughly and pulled my head back.  I
could feel breath on my face.  "You scared boy?"  He
laughed.  I tried to say something, to beg to be left alone
but nothing could come out but a sound from my throat.

I felt a finger pushing at my hole but there was nothing
that I could do to stop it.

"You sure ya don't mind if I fuck em?"

"Wouldn't a offered if I minded."

"Well, long as it's okay."  I could hear a belt being opened
and then a zipper being pulled down.

Jay got up from his chair and I could here him in his desk.
A second later something landed on my back.  "Use that."

I could hear a condom being rolled onto what I knew was a
cock.  And then the finger was back pushing into my hole and
it hurt like hell and then he began to twist it and it hurt
even more.  I was thankful that at least they'd be using a
condom.

Jay said, "Want some lube?"

"Nah, I'll just use spit."  He slapped my ass hard.  "You
better hang on boy!"  I braced myself as best I could just
before he shoved his cock all the way into me without
stopping.

The pain was beyond anything I had ever felt I couldn't
imagine how big this guy was and as I gasped in agony I
found out that I couldn't because I could only breathe
through my nose and that was when full panic set in because
I couldn't catch my breath.  It's amazing the number of
things that your body normally does when it's stressed that
it can't do when it's tied like I was.  All the normal
reactions that the body uses to defend itself are
impossible.

I'm not sure that they could even tell how much trouble I
was in or maybe they did but didn't care because the guy
just kept fucking me and after a couple of minutes and when
I was near passing out he came and collapsed on my back.

I was sweating heavily as my body heaved and twisted but
nobody seemed to be paying any attention.  That's when I
thought that maybe they didn't really care whether I lived
or died.  Maybe they intended to kill me.  Well that thought
only made the panic worse.

The guy finally got off my back and I was barely aware of
the other guy getting ready to fuck me.  I didn't even try
to brace myself because I was more concerned with getting my
panic under control and bringing my breathing back in line.

When the second guy pushed into me I relaxed a little
because either the first guy stretched me out so much or the
second guy was a lot smaller.  I still wasn't breathing
right but the panic was gone or at least going.

The second guy finished and then Jay said, "Lemme get some
of this too and then I'll get some dinner with you guys."
And then he was slamming into me.  This was the first time
that I ever had sex with Jay where he hadn't spoken to me at
all and it worried me.  I got it into my head that he was
gonna kill me and that was the reason that he didn't even
bother to talk to me.  I mean we had never talked about him
letting other people fuck me and as far as I was concerned
that was way beyond anything that I had ever agreed to.  Why
would he let them do that knowing that I was gonna be mad
about it.

They finally left and I wondered what time it was.  I had
gotten there about four o'clock and then he had been gone
for a while.  I couldn't get a handle on it.  Without being
able to see it was impossible.  Every part of my body ached.
My arms, my back, my legs, my ass.  I pushed it out of my
mind.  If I was gonna get thru this I couldn't dwell on that
shit.  I wanted to cry.  I couldn't even think of anyone who
gave a damn where I was at.  Well, Carl, maybe, but other
than him it just wouldn't matter what Jay did to me.


After quite a while I heard what sounded like a truck
pulling up outside and then right behind it another vehicle
came in fast and I could hear the gravel spraying against
the metal walls of the building as it skidded to a stop.
Then there was the slamming of doors and yelling by at least
two men.  I was pretty sure that one of the voices was Jay's
but I couldn't make out the other one.  Then something
slammed into the outside wall near my head so hard that the
building shook.  It sounded like a fight was going on with a
lotta swearing and shit and then it got quiet for a while.

The next thing I heard was the outside door being opened and
it sounded like something was being dragged across the
floor.  Suddenly the door to the office sounded like it was
being kicked in and I jumped as it bounced off of the wall.
I could hear someone standing behind me breathing heavily
actually gasping for breath and I figured that I was
probably gonna die.

My blindfold and gag were jerked off and thrown into the
corner.  I twisted my head around and Carl was standing
there, his clothes smeared with blood and his hands bloody
and bruised.  His face was contorted with the effort of
breathing while his legs seemed almost unable to hold him
up.

After a minute he seemed better and I started to thank him
for rescuing me but in a low threatening voice he said,
"Don't say one fucking word!"

He turned back to the door and at first I couldn't see him
and when he came back into view he dragged a barely
conscious Jay over to the wall and propped him up against it
so that he was sitting upright.

Carl stood with his legs shaking badly and grabbed a half a
pot of cold coffee and poured it over Jay's head.

Carl yelled at him, "Keys!"

When Jay didn't respond he reached down and squeezed his
crotch hard.  Jay tried to scream but nothing came out and
blood bubbled out of his nose.  Carl reached over with both
hands and tore open the pocket of his jeans, cash and coins
spilled out on the floor along with the keys.

Carl stumbled over to me and unlocked the handcuffs holding
me to the wall and then tried to untie the ropes holding my
feet to the steel bar but he couldn't seem to get his
fingers to work and finally cut them with a pocketknife.

I tried to talk, I felt desperate to thank him but as soon
as I started to form the words he screamed, "Shut the fuck
up!"  This was totally unlike the Carl that I felt I knew
and it terrified me as much as what Jay and his friends had.

Jay was beginning to make sounds, nothing that you could
call speech but like an attempt.  As soon as Carl heard him
he grabbed my hand and pulled me off of the couch onto the
rug in front of where Jay was lying against the wall.

I couldn't understand what he was doing when he pushed me
onto my back.  My muscles seemed liked they weren't even
part of my body anymore and didn't seem to work at all so I
just flopped backwards onto my back.

I looked up at Carl who was kneeling between my legs.  He
tore open his pants and his hard cock sprang up but then he
looked over at Jay and he moved over by him and propped him
up better and I suddenly realized that he wanted him to be
able to see.

Carl came back to me and lifted my legs up positioned his
cock and drove hard into me.  While he fucked me I really
began to cry.  I felt like my soul had been torn away.