Date: Tue, 30 Dec 2003 21:19:43 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Happy New Year Calvin

WARNING - This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and
probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If such material
offends what the hell are you doing on Nifty.

My characters do not use condoms or other safeguards but this story is
fiction ... get it.  I write my stories in 'full screen' text, they are
best read that way.

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This is the second SC8 story  dedicated to MARK and RYAN, EMail fans.



HAPPY NEW YEAR CALVIN


by


G. Cutter


The two sixteen year old boys peered through the attic window at the
driveway below, cars were leaving and activity seemed to be winding down.

'You think that's it?' Ryan smiled in the gloom at the shadow of his friend
and confederate Mark who was still looking down onto the gravel below.

'Seems so,' Mark probably the tougher of the two and certainly the dominant
in the partnership grinned flashing his teeth at his friend. 'Come here,
Ry.'

'No fucking around,' Ryan laughed softly and moved closer. He giggled as he
felt Mark grab him and reel him in. 'Mark,' he protested but his lips were
sealed by Mark's as the slightly taller boy kissed him hard and
long. 'Markeee...' he gave a little wriggle as he felt Mark's hands on his
butt pulling them closer together, he could feel his friend's hardness mash
against his throught the material of their trousers.

'I could fuck you right now,' Mark groaned as he caressed Ryan's lithe
form.

'You did it this morning in the shed,' Ryan giggled. 'Anyway, it's Mission
Impossible time.'

'It's not impossible, it's a piece of piss,' Mark let go of his friend. 'Go
and have a listen out, I'll sort the kit out.'

Ryan sighed as he tiptoed across the dusty attic and cracked open the door,
there was an immediate spill of light into the darkened room and he
crouched down and crawled out onto the small landing and tried to peer down
through the bannisters.

Pulling his backpack into the light Mark did a quick check. Handcuffs, some
soft braided rope, a table tennis bat and a tube of Mr Muscle body oil. All
in all not the kit burglars normally carry around with them but these two
boys weren't your normal burglars.

The story had started just before Christmas when Mark's father who was a
maintenance man for the company that rented the house out, usually to
foreign visitors had let him into a secret. The not to be discussed deal
was that two of the S Club 8 Teeny Band with their parents were hiring the
place over the Christmas. They were basically taking a break and rather
than go to their homes and be besieged all over the holidays by screaming
fans they'd opted to take this place in a quiet Home Counties backwater and
enjoy themselves in privacy.

Mark's father had the family's schedule, they were hiring in a chef and
housekeeper and were intent on a quiet relaxing Christmas and New Year
without the press or the fans on their backs. They had only one function
and that was a New Year's Eve opening of a kiddy disco in the evening, the
boys and parents would then go onto a private party and stay the night.

The unfortunate incident which started the chain of events was totally
Mark's fault, even he admitted that. Without his constant sidekick Ryan
he'd been lurking around the house to get a glimpse of either Calvin or
Aaron, hopefully both. What he had found was Calvin mooching around the
garden wasting time, seeing his chance he approached the young pop star.

'Who are you?' Calvin challenged him as soon as he opened the heavy gate
into the garden.

'One of your fans,' Mark grinned. He didn't mention his father he didn't
want to get his dad into trouble, after all the visitors were supposed to
be holidaying in secret. They were also paying the company a lot of money
for that priviledge.

'Always nice to meet a fan,' Calvin scowled. 'But this isn't the time or
the place.'

Stuck up little prick, Mark thought but he held his peace.

'How did you know we were here?' Calvin continued.

'I saw you just now, I thought I was seeing things,' Mark was trying hard
to be nice. He adored Calvin and Aaron as did his mate and boyfriend Ryan.

'Yeah,' Calvin grinned a little, a not very nice grin. 'How come you're a
fan then, most of our fans are girls?'

'You've got boy fans as well,' Mark retorted.

'Little boys not big boys.'

'Whatever,' Mark sighed he was getting nowhere with the rather arrogant
little pop idol. 'Gimme an autograph and I'll leave you in peace,' he dug a
notebook and biro out of his inside pocket.

'An autograph?' Calvin gave a studied sneer.  'Tell you what, pal. You tell
me what you like about S Club,' he paused and leant back on a garden
bench. 'Name the boys.'

'Yourself Calvin, Aaron and Jay, the black kid.'

'Excellent,' Calvin grinned and moved in for the kill. 'Now the girls?'

'Dunno their names,' Mark shrugged. Christ he fancied Calvin and Aaron, Jay
was a spare prick at a wedding and the girls were just yodelling
extras. The mop haired little angel in the cargoes was the only one he was
really interested in. Smoothy face, lopsided grin, the works, he was a
Calvin nut.

'Course you don't,' Calvin gave another sneer. 'You're a fan .... a fan of
the boys.'

'Yeah, if you say so,' Mark admitted. The conversation wasn't quite going
the way he wanted.

'Who do you fancy the most, Aaron or me,' Calvin looked at Mark like he was
some sort of insect.

'Well, you I suppose.'

'Most gays do,' Calvin laughed.

'I'm not gay,' Mark protested. He knew he was, for God's sake he had a
steady boyfriend but he wasn't going to admit it ot this short arsed little
twerp. 'You gonna sign this and I'll get out of your hair.'

'Gimme,' Calvin held his hand out.

Mark passed the paper and pen across.

Calvin balanced the notebook on his knee and swifly scribbled something on
a blank page, he then shut the book and handed it back. 'Read it outside
friend. You're trespassing and I'd appreciate you leaving,' he nodded at
Mark and stalked off back into the house.

'What a little punk,' Mark muttered as he left the garden locking the gate
behind himself. His estimation of Calvin Goldspink had tumbled. Anyway,
he'd got his autograph. Walking down the back path to his home he flipped
open the noteboook. I DON'T SIGN FOR POOFS. A short sharp message.

Mark howled at the sky, the little shit, he was tempted to run back and
hammer the little singer into the ground but he'd locked the gate, anyway,
he daren't. He sat on a tree stump, it was pre-Christmas and it was cold,
he groaned as he felt warm tears run down his face. How could his little
angel have done this to him. He needed comfort, he needed a warm living
being to cling to. He got to his feet and wiped the tears away, he needed a
snuggle with Ryan and then revenge.

Over the next couple of days Mark festered, Ryan was in the fullest
sympathy, for some jumped up pop star to slag off his lover was well out of
order, mingin little ratfink. Whatever Mark was going to do Ryan would be
there.

The plan when it came came out of the blue. Just after Christmas Mark's
father told him that Calvin had a dose of the flu and would probably miss
the New Year's opening event , the teeny disco do. From what the old man
had overheard, Calvin would be staying in the house recuperating alone. He
would be in the house alone for the night. The house was fully alarmed and
fully serviced, the Goldspinks thought nothing of it. Calvin was letting
the side down, a trifle cruel but that's the way they thought, he could
fend for himself. After all it was a secret location and the boy wasn't
famous enough to kidnap. They didn't know about Mark.

'New Year's Eve,' Mark looked at his crony Ryan. 'We've got a job on buddy
boy.'

'Yeah,' Ryan snuggled up against his friend. They were both naked in Mark's
bed and had just completed some very satisfactory sex. 'We're gona get into
the S Club house, squirrel ourselves away in the attic and then come down
when our chum Calvin's on his own.'

'You must be fuckin' joking,' Ryan laughed in disbelieve. 'What we gonna
do, beat him up.'

'Not quite,' Mark grinned. 'You fancy him dontcha?'

'Yeah,' Ryan giggled and pressed against his friends warm body.

'We tie him up and fuck the arse of the little cunt.'

'You can't do that.'

'Why not, who's he going to tell?' Mark grinned confident in his
plan. Everything had worked out so well. An empty house, two against one,
they couldn't lose. 'We wear ski masks for the first bit, once we've taped
his eyes up we can get naked and give him a good old seeing to.'

'It's dodgy,' Ryan wobbled. He knew he'd follow Martk to hell and back and
the excitement was a bit of a draw. The thought of sitting on Calvin's cock
or worstways fucking that tight little bottom was an even bigger draw. 'How
do we get in, what do we do.'

'I know the house,' Mark wrapped his arm around his mate's slender body and
held him tightly. 'Mid afternoon we go in the old servant's door, I've
nicked a key, we go up into the attic and lurk until the others
leave. Calvin if he's got any sense will have locked up and set the alarms,
he's locked in and so are we.'

'How do we get out?'

'Easy, the alarms stop people breaking in, they don't stop people going
out, I've checked with the old man.'

'What do we need then,' Ryan grinned apart from the plan having
possibilities he could feel Mark's long cock beginning to harden.

'Couple of ski masks, I've got one, we need one for you.'

'I'll borrow my kid brother's he won't notice.'

'Excellent, we'll tell the rents we're going to a rave and bobs your
uncle.'

That was the chain of events that lead to them being in the attic and now
it was time for some fun. They were both physically bigger than Calvin and
the boy should prove no opposition.

'Lights are going off,' Ryan whispered and Mark came out onto the landing
and peered down the stairwell. 'He's watching TV.'

'Hoods on,' Mark pulled his ski mask on and Ryan pulled on his kid
brothers. 'Remember, overpower him first, tie his hands, gag him and worry
about the blindfold later.'

'Overpower, tie and gag,' Ryan repeated and smiled inside his mask, this
was such a buzz it was unreal.

It was a big house on two levels excluding the attic, the boys went down
the narrow staircase to the first floor, it was evident that the bedrooms
were empty but they checked them anyway. From a cursory investigation it
seemed the two sets of parents had the larger en suite rooms and the two
boys had the smaller rooms which shared a bathroom. They peered over the
bannister onto the ground floor.

'He's watching television,' Mark whispered but ducked back in time to see
Calvin leave the large lounge and wander into the kitchen, a few mintes
later he returned with a can of coke and a bag of crisps.

'Can't be hungry,' Ryan tried to supress a giggle. This was it, action
stations.

Mark fished two lengths of the thick rope from the bag and a gag he'd made
up earlier in the day. Hopefully it would quieten any noise Calvin would
make without suffocating the boy.

Mark and Ryan descended the stairs onto the ground level and into the hall,
Calvin hadn't quite closed the door to the lounge and the could see him
lounging on a sofa with his stockinged feet resting on a glass table.

'Right,' Mark grinned under his mask, it was payback time. 'I'll go in and
you follow ..... dead quiet, he's well into the telly. I'll loop a rope
around his neck and you catch his hands as soon as he starts to choke.'

'Just grab him in a Half Nelson........ Shit,' The two scurried for the
shadow in the corner of the unlit hall, Calvin had got to his feet.

'Busting for a piss,' they heard him say. Thankfully he was talking to
himself.

As they lurked in the shadow he left the lounge and walked the short
distance to the downstairs loo.

'Cop him when he comes out,' Ryan decided taking the lead for once.

'OK,' Mark agreed and they sprinted silently down the hall and stationed
themselves either side of the toilet door.

The toilet flushed and Calvin walked out right into the ambush. The two
sixteen year olds both slightly taller than he was and heavier bore him to
the floor as he shrieked in fright. A few sweaty minutes later they had his
hands tied and to stop his semi hysterical ranting and cursing Mark shoved
the wad of the gag into his mouth and velcroed the back. They looked down
at him wriggling on the floor, he was clearly very frightened and probably
on the verge of wetting himself.

Ryan crouched and put his hand on Calvin's hot forehead. 'We're not going
to hurt you Calvin, don't be afraid. We will not hurt you,' he spoke slowly
and clearly, they needed the boy to calm down. Calvin lay there with his
eyes wide open trembling, he could have been in minor shock.

Mark was not to be denied his revenge though. With a nod for Ryan he walked
briskly into the lounge and switched the television off, he then turned the
lights off and shut the door.

'Bedroom,' he whispered in Ryans ear, they lifted their captive up and away
they went with Mark turning the lights off as they went.

Once in the bedroom they lay Calvin on the bed. It was then that Mark came
into his own he'd been dreaming and planning this moment for five days,
he'd discussed it with Ryan step by step and they went to work like a well
organised team.

First of all they flattened the struggling Calvin onto the bed and tied a
rope from his bound hands to the bed's headboard, the second step was
harder. They tied each leg to the baseboard but each one more to the corner
leaving him with his legs apart. Now was the time for the fun bit. Calvin
was tied he could move a little but not effectively and he hadn't got a
dog's chance of freeing himself from his ropes.

It was getting the top bit off time, the boys had discussed cutting
Calvin's stuff off him but the waste and the risk of jabbing him with the
scissors was too great. With Mark straddling the singer's toso cutting the
struggling down to a minimum they shucked his sweatshirt and the t-shirt he
had on underneath up his chest and over his head. Quickly so as not to
suffocate the boy they got the pair of garments over his head and onto his
arms. The difficult bit was releasing each arm individually and getting the
jumper off and getting the arm resecured.

'Nice,' Ryan gazed down at the wriggling and no doubt cursing boy tied
spreadeagled to the bed.

'Nice tits,' Mark spoke for the first time, he'd just realised that if
Calvin did recognise his voice he would have had no idea who he was other
than an obsessed autograph hunter.

'One each,' Ryan grinned. He knelt by the side of the bed and mouthed one
of Calvin's nut brown nipples, Mark did the same the other side. They toyed
and played with Calvin's nips and smooth skin running their hot lips and
wet tongues all over the boy's flawlessly smooth upper body. Calvin just
wriggled and kept humping his hips up and down as if trying to dislodge
them, it was no good, they were too heavy, he was too light.

Showtime.

Mark unclipped the waistband of Calvin's cargoes, Ryan made short work of
the boy's socks. Calvin's eyes nearly popped from their sockets, he knew
now what was coming, he knew what these two hooded figures had in mind and
he didn't like it one little bit. He wasn't expecting his parents and
Aaron's mob back for another ten hours and ten hours is a long time.

Mark slowly worked Calvin's zip down he then drew the khaki cargoes down to
the boy's knees exposing Calvin in a tight pair of CKs and a meaty lump
which seemed to be an appreciable size for a boy of his smallish build.

Mark held five fingers upto Ryan. They'd discussed this as well. Ryan had
five minutes before Mark took over and extracted his revenge in full. Full
and absolute payment for the insult of the other day.

Ryan grinned and mounting the bed crouched over the still bucking figure
secured to the bed. He flathanded Calvin's smooth tight belly muscles and
tugged the elastic of the CKs out and down finally exposing the boy's
shrunken penis. Calvin was circumcised and his cock was in full retreat a
fact which didn't bother Ryan in the slightest, he'd been practicing with
Mark for three years at least. He fingered the limp noodle and straightened
it out. To Calvin's shock and horror the hooded head dropped and he felt
warm lips on his prize possession. A masked pervert was mouthing at his sex
and another one was standing and watching.

'No, please.' He tried to speak through the gag but it was no good. The
other sickening thing was that he could feel his penis reacting to the
warmth and wetness, he was getting hard, under the gag his face flushed
crimson. He'd never been so humiliated in his life.

He was distracted by the boy who was standing, he'd finally decided that
they were boys and not men. The one standing was unpacking a backpack, a
bottle of some sort of oil, a ping pong bat of all things, more ropes and a
set of handcuffs. Oh, no,' he breathed into his gag. What the fuck was
happening? What the fuck was going to happen?

Ryan glanced up at Mark, neither could see the other's grin but they were
there. Calvin's penis had stiffened and thickened out, under Ryan's sucking
and lapping it was rapidly coming to full stretch. Ryan held it by the base
and sank his lips over the bulging glans licking and titillating the tip
and the rim of the dark red mass. Calvin closed his eyes. Perhaps it was
all a dream and they'd go away. Ryan was well pleased, he would juice
Calvin before the night was out, not once or twice but as long as he could
until the kid was absolutely drained. He ducked his head on Calvin's
slippery heat, Mark was probably getting impatient, he could see a lump in
his friends jeans, Mark was getting turned on by the show. Ryan took
Calvin's furry nuts in his mouth and juggled them about. Bingo, Calvin's
scrotum was tightening up, little Mr Straight Guy was being turned on by a
blow from a boy. He grinned up at Mark and took the trainer lace that was
handed across. Smoothing down Calvin's scrotum he eased the boy's balls
back to the bottom of the pouch and tied the lace around the neck. That'd
stop Calvin's balls getting uptight, that little knot would stop the kid
cuming. He reapplyed himself to Calvin's straining shaft again for one long
wet minute and grinned up as the boy's balls tightened up against the
knotted lace.

Ryan stood and grinned at Mark, it was time for the punishment to
begin. They untied a leg apiece and drew off the boy's cargoes and CKs,
Calvin was now totally naked, his blood gorged penis jutted up on his belly
red, almost glowing, it looked painfully sore.

'Wouldn't have thought a normal kid would getting hard being sucked off by
a bloke,' Ryan laughed.

'Not a normal kid,' Mark agreed quietly. They grabbed a leg apiece and
flipped Calvin over onto his belly then they stood back to admire the view.

His back view was just as good as his front, a slightly suntanned body but
a white bum, pure white like carved alabaster in the shape of a pair of
briefs. It was pretty clear that Calvin liked his sun, he also liked pretty
skimpy swimwear.

'Beautiful,' Mark breathed. He was as hard as a rock inside his trousers
but the punishment came before the fun, it was debatable if Calvin would
appreciate the difference. Mark pooled the oil in his hand and slapped it
onto Calvin's bottom, the boy leapt on the bed but the thick ropes kept him
in place without marking his skin where they were tied. Mark and Ryan knelt
either side of the bed and massaged the oil into the tightly clenched
little boy butt. Both of them were as hard as iron bars as they massaged
the firm flesh and fed more oil into the tightly clenched crack.

'I think I've hit base,' Mark pulled a face of intense pleasure as his
fingers forced apart Calvin's cheeks and played with the boy's tight little
sphincter. Calvin's body spasmed as he felt a finger penetrate his ring and
slowly move in and out of his tightly clenched boy pussy. 'Fuckin'
fantastic,' Mark breathed and almost reluctantly eyed the table tennis bat
but he'd made his mind up. Ryan oiled up onto Calvin's back and down onto
his hairless upper legs. He also took the opportunity to invade Calvin's
inner body as well but he used two fingers slipping in and out of Calvin
oiling and easing.

'I'm gonna take his gag off, if he starts hollering we'll put it back on.'
Mark looked at Ryan. ''OK?'

'I'd holler,' Ryan grinned.

'No you wouldn't,' Mark laughed. 'You'd love it.'

Sure enough as soon as the gag came off Calvin the foul language came out
in a flood. Any teeny bopper fans would have run a mile, their little clean
cut boy cursing like a dustman, a foul mouthed dustman at that.

'Shurrup, you little shit,' Mark swung the bat none to lightly and gave
Calvin a mighty thwack. The boy screeched in pain and surprise but mostly
pain, the red mark of the blow was plain on his snowy white flank.

'You bastard,' Calvin sobbed and spasmed again as the second blow landed on
his other cheek raising a similar welt.

Mark caressed the bruised and reddened flesh and watched as Ryan began to
get naked but leaving his ski mask on.

Whack, whack.' Two more sharp blows, one either side. Calvin was now
sobbing, there was no escape and he just had to hope for his assailants to
have mercy but worse was yet to come.

Whack, whack.' Two more less meaty blows. Calvin buried his face in the
pillow and cried his eyes out, no more curses no more shouting. He didn't
even protest as he felt knees between his legs, one of the attackers was
kneeling between his parted legs, he had a good idea what was coming next
but it couldn't be as painful as the paddle. Ryan guided his straining meat
between Calvin's tightly clenched cheeks, there was so much oil there,
Calvin's defence was useless.

Ryan hissed with delight and pushed harder, his engorged cock penetrated
Calvin's ring and sank deep and hard into hot boy flesh. Calvin who was a
virgin from the rear at least was deflowered but Ryan was only the advance
guard. Ryan didn't sink his prick in for it's full length that was going to
be Mark's pleasure, what Ryan was after was trapped between Calvin's belly
and the bed.

Calvin sobbed his heart out. He'd never been abused like this before. A
young pop star, weathy and getting wealthier, a protected environment and
hundreds of adoring fans ..... all nothing on this New Year's Night. New
Year's Nightmare.

'Whack, whack.' Two more on Calvin's already crimson and blue cheeks.

'Stop, stop, please,' Calvin cried into the pillow already soaked with his
tears. To his absolute chagrin his penis was still hard and getting harder
in spite of the beating and a man or boy's penis thrusting into his most
private of places. 'I'll do anything,' he sobbed. 'Just let me go, I
haven't hurt you, I don't fucking know you.

Mark slowly undressed as Ryan rubbed more oil onto Calvin's battered
bottom. 'Relax, kid, or more of the same,' he whispered and kissed Calvin's
ear nudging aside the artistically unkempt hair.

'Whatcha going to do?' Calvin sobbed, did he detect a bit of sympathy.

'Just relax,' Ryan soothed and nuzzled the side of the boy's tear stained
face. 'It'll be over in a bit.' He looked at Mark as the other boy climbed
onto the bed and knelt between Calvin's legs.

'My arms hurt,' Calvin whined. He leapt in his bonds, his belly tried to
force itself throught the bed. Another intrusion this time thicker than the
first had speared into his bum and this one wasn't just exploring it was
fucking. He tried to protest, to shout or to curse but a ski masked face
was alongside and hungry lips met his. As he opened his mouth to object he
felt the other boy's tongue slip inside and attack his own. He was
helpless. he was tied. One boy was kissing him and smothering his groans
and sobs and another was forcing what seemed to be the whole of his penis
right up his bottom.

Remembering the warning he tried to relax as he felt the boy on his back
slowly and almost gently sink his hard cock into it's fullest extent. He
could feel a rounded belly on the small of his back and his rapist's weight
on his body but what he felt most of all was the boy's big cock slowly
moving in and out of his aching bum. His ring was sore but that was
overshadowed by the pain on his butt where the bat had struck, his arse
felt like it was on fire.

He felt himself go crimson as the one boy continued to kiss him and the
other worked his penis in and out now corkscrewing and then digging just a
little bit deeper. His cock felt like it wanted to explode and he realised
that he was no hero. He'd rather be fucked than beaten, he pushed his bum
up a bit to meet the thrusts, keep the bastard on top happy was his only
thought. Mind you being fucked wasn't as bad as he'd imagined. The guy
wasn't ravishing him, he was taking it nice and gentle and Calvin felt
himself relax. If this was the extent of the night's activities he could
live with it, he just hoped that the one at his mouth would stop kissing
and suck his cock, he wanted desperately to cum. His ballbag and cock were
painfully sore.

What was happening, Calvin could feel the hard meat inside his belly being
withdrawn. It couldn't be over, the bastard hadn't cum yet, or maybe he
hadn't felt it. How did he know what someone cuming was supposed to feel
like.

'We're gonna have to blindfold you, Cal,' Mr Nice Guy who was the kisser
whispered and kissed his sweaty nose. But if you hoot and holler we'll have
to put the gag back on and we don't want to do that.'

'I won't shout,' Calvin gave a tearful promise. 'I don't want a blindfold
on.'

'Sorry, Cal.' Mr Nasty spoke from behind. 'We've got to get these masks off
before we fry.'

'I won't look.' Calvin began to cry.

'Of course you will,' Calvin was surprised to feel the guy behind the one
he had down as the baddy kiss him between the shoulderblades. 'We'll untie
your legs but if you start kicking it's back to the paddle and the ropes.'

'Whatcha going to do?'

'We're going to have sex with you and you're going to return the favour,'
Mr Nice Guy kissed him on the cheek.

'I dunno if I can,' Calvin sobbed. His emotions were a mess. Pain was pain
but what they were doing to him was disusting, the problem was he was as
hard as a rock, how did that one work out. You were supposed to get hard
when you were enjoying youself not when you were being abused.

'You will,' the voice behind sounded vaguely familiar but Calvin couldn't
place it, maybe it was his imagination. 'Lift your head kid.'

Calvin obeyed and felt a soft silky cloth go around his head covering his
eyes. Thankfully it was soft and not uncomfortable but he couldn't see a
bloody thing, it was like being in a blacked out room. The next thing he
felt was his ankles beig untied and him being rolled onto his back, he felt
the pain of his arse but the pain of his cock was nagging and aching he had
to cum.

'My cock's so sore.' He despised himself for begging.

'I'm taking a risk here.' The one he had down as Mr Nasty spoke. 'We'll
until your hands but if you attempt to attack us or remove that blindfold
it's the bat and it'll be a full dozen.

'No, no,' Calvin was beaten. He felt the other guy kiss him on the lips and
he responded. He lifted his head trying to kiss harder, the guy was a
terrific kisser. The fuckin' GUY..... he nearly freaked but then saw his
way clear. It was either pain of get on with it and see the night out, if
he was going to have sex with these two he may as well try to enjoy it
disgusting as it might be. It's not as if they were going to advertise
their nights work. It was going to be an all time secret of theirs as well
as his. He relaxed as he felt his wrists being loosened and the ropes
removed. Gratefully he rubbed his wrists and barely protested as he felt
his legs being lifted and his knees being pushed down onto his chest. You
didn't have to be a brain surgeon to know what came next.

When it came it came with the gentleness he'd begun to associate with Mr
Nasty, the boy and now he was certain it was a boy, slid his oiled knob
over Calvin's pucker, Calvin felt a brief stab of pain and then the boy's
big cock start to work it's way back into his Tunnel of Love.

'Aaah,' he sighed and reached out and held the other's slowly pumping
hips. Joy and relief, he felt the other boy fiddle with the lace around his
scrotum and the thing being removed.

'Oooooh.' He wailed as he felt the fucker sinking deeper and deeper and the
kisser become a sucker. The hot wet mouth started to move up and down his
ragingly hard cock, Calvin grinned, now this he could live with, anything
but that bloody bat.

Ryan looked at Mark and smiled with his mouth around Calvin's bright red
organ, when this kid came it was going to be bigtime.

Ryan slowly pumped away, he didn't want to hurt Calvin, he just wanted to
punish him and that was over. He slowly moved in and out of the boy's
exquisitely tight bottom, Calvin was the fuck of the century and now he was
making little thrusts up with his hips forcing his cock deeper into Ryan's
blow and also harder onto Mark's fuck.

There was a lock on the door, Ryan's head went into overdrive. Locked door,
remove the bulbs, no masks or blindfold required. All they had to do was to
make sure Calvin didn't do a runner and where would he run to naked in the
middle of the night? It was a thought. He started to move faster and dig
just that little harder, he felt the familiar heat arising.

'You are so good, Cal,' he leant over Ryan's bobbing head and kissed Calvin
fully on the lips.

'You're pretty good yourself,' Calvin replied. He could have torn his
tongue out, why the hell had he said that. He could have cried, he was
actually enjoying being fucked and sucked at the same time. The only sex
he'd had in his young life was solo wankings and the odd mutual shower wank
with Aaron and he'd been disgusted with himself after those. This was the
absolute pits and he was enjoying it. He didn't want it to stop but he
could feel his nuts tight and knew he was on the verge.

When it came it was like a minor volcanic eruption, Calvin actually cried
out as his red hot sperm tore up his shaft and fired burst after burst of
thick creamy spunk into Ryan's swallowing mouth and then onto the boy's
face, although Calvin couldn't see that. The final white ropey burst shot
over his stomach and puddled in his navel. What a cum. Then the final
horrow, he felt the boy, the one who had been sucking him moved up the bed
and then the feel of something hard yet spongey at his lips. 'Come on,
Calvin,' the mystery visitor wheedled. 'Do me, I'll do you again later.'

LATER. Calvin cringed. How long was this abuse going to go one
for. Resigned, despairing and yet savouring the feel of a boy's penis
gliding in and out of his bum he opened his mouth to feel the other boy
wipe his cock end over his lips. He felt a smear and a strange taste, it
must be cum, his tormentor was precuming.

'I'm cuming,' the boy up Calvin's butt groaned and started to moved faster
ramming in deep and hard, Calvin held onto the boy's moving hips and maybe
the final horror. He WANTED the boy to come, he wanted to feel this kid's
cock pump his load, he wanted the sensation of the hot body raping him to
be satisfied. AND THEN HE WANTED IT AGAIN.

'Cum on, cum on,' Calvin chanted as the boy's big cock hammered into him
and then the unique and wonderful sensation of a boy's sexual organ in his
belly stiffening for the last time, swelling and then pumping blast after
blast of thick lumpy boy spunk deep into his belly. The movement eased and
Calvin could feel the thing just glide in and out ejecting it's final
watery bursts.

'Gaaargh,' Calvin choked and spluttered, his mouth was full of sweet
tasting cream, slippery and sticky coating his tongue and teeth. He gagged
and then swallowed and the slimy mess slid down his throat. More and more
another two or three spurts across his face, he felt the stuff soak through
the blindfold, Mr Nice Guy had cum in his mouth and even covered his face.

'Time for a rest I think,' the youngster inside Calvin slowly and carefully
withdrew his still hard but spent organ from Calvin's tight arse now full
of oozing boy juice. 'You are one good fuck, Calvin, my man.'  Calvin
squirmed and held the boy's smooth body as he lay alongside, the other was
lapping at his face. Calvin felt a wave of disgust and then laughed, he
licked cum from his lips, it wasn't that bad after all.

'Yeah, rest,' the other boy agreed and kissed Calvin. Calvin felt himself
respond, his tongue met the other boy's and they spent a long two or three
minutes in a wet, sloppy and breathless kiss.

The boy who had done the fucking quickly slipped from the bed and Calvin
heard the light switches go off, more fumbling around and the kid was back
alongside him, his warm flesh pressed up against Calvin once more.

'Lights are our, bulbs are out and you're out if you try to do a
runner. Savvy.'

'Savvy,' Calvin croaked and felt himself being turned into the other boy's
embrace, suited him, it took his sore bum off the bed. He felt the
blindfold being removed and then the set of a fresh pair of lips on his, he
kissed, what else could he do. He felt the other boy, the one who had
sucked him snuggle up behind he felt the boy's soft cock pressing against
his bottom but it was getting harder, unconciously Calvin wriggled his bum
letting the hardening meat slip between his oiled cheeks and upper
thighs. The other boy gave a sigh of satisfaction and snuggled up tightly.

Calvin was sandwiched between two youths he'd worked that out. Sixteen,
seventeen, he hadn't got a clue, the point was he was in their power and
how the hell did he get out of it, a secondary and more important question
was,..... did he want to? It seemed the punishment bit was over, he hadn't
got the slightest idea what that was all about but it was over. In a sick
way he could have a fun night, he was a ladies man, everyone knew that but
he could have fun with these boys, you know, like he had an option?

The kid behind him, the one who'd done the blowing and probably the more
femme of the two, Mr Nice, he'd call him Nick, as in Nick for nice. It
helped to have a name for these bastards. The one in front now snogging him
was Mr Nasty, he'd done the batting although his fuck was quite gentle he'd
have to be ...... er, Aaron. He'd always fancied his band mate Aaron a bit
and this boy seemed to be about the same size.

Two ficticious names in mind he lay there and submitted to Mr Nasty's lazy
kisses, codename Aaron that was.

'Why are you doing this,' he whispered into Aaron's ear as he felt the
interloper's lips slip down and kiss his throat.

'Because we want to,' Aaron replied. 'You earnt tonight you litle prick.'

'But why,' Calvin wailed. It was unfair, who the hell were these guys, they
blew hot and cold. One minute they were abusing and beating him the next
minute they were snogging.

'Don't question, just enjoy,' he felt the boy behind him drop his head and
then the feathery touches of lips on his back down his spine. Mr Nice, Nick
was going South.

'Oooh,' Calvin trembled he could now feel Nick's mouth on his buns and
kisses on his cheeks. 'Aaaar,' he shuddered as he felt the boy's hands
spread his cheeks and then a hot flickering tongue at his back end licking
and probing into his cleft. He opened his legs and heard a chuckle behind
him as the boy's tongue began to wash an lap at his pucker. This was so
tatally gross he actually giggled, what a sensation, it was fuckin'
marvellous, he wriggled his little boy fanny back onto Nick's cow lick's.

>From his front Mr Nasty, codename Aaron had dropped his head as well and
was kissing down his chest also heading South. Calvin cringed, he could
feel his penis filling out and hardening, he stroked the boy's shaggy hair
in the dark. Shaggy hair, where did he remember that from, he lost it as he
felt the boy hold the base of his revitalised cock and sink his mouth over
the now bulging head. This was so off planet, one kid with his tongue up
his bum and the other with his mouth round his cock. He wiggled his bum and
made lazy prods into the kid in the front.

'Eeek,' Calvin yelped, he felt the mouth leave his cock and cold oil on his
hot meat, if anything his hardness got harder.

'You ready for part two,' Aaron spoke and kissed him on the side of the
mouth.

'What's that?' Calvin's voice shook. No more pain please.

There was no answer but he felt the boy to his front turn around in the bed
and then a tight boy bum being pushed up against his groin, he
automatically held his erection steady, he knew what the other wanted. He
nearly fainted as he felt the boy's warm bum engulf his hardon and then a
halt. He gave a gentle push and he knew full well what he pushed against,
he was at the kid's pucker, he was being invited or more properly he was
being forced to fuck another boy. For Christ's sake this was so absolutely
over the top gay he was absolutely sickened for about five seconds
flat. Holding the kid's slender hips he pushed gently and for the first
time began to sheath himself in teenage bottom and it was fuckin'
marvellous. He groaned and gasped with pleasure as the hot flesh grasped
his penis and seemed to absorb and massage it as he slowly moved to and fro
sinking into this boy's willing arse.

The other boy Nick had also moved up and Calvin could feel the boy's
slippery knob slip up between his cheeks but he couldn't care less. Hit
bottom was sore with the spanking but his ring was loose and he was still
well lubricated with oil and excess cum. All in all his back end was a
mess. He gave a token groan as he felt the other boy enter him and start
his own slow fuck.

But now it was three boys having a cluster fuck Calvin started to move
faster fucking Aaron and Mr Nice tried to keep his fuck in
time. Surprisingly enough it was all over quickly Calvin experienced his
first ever cum into someone else's body and he felt the now familiar
jerking and spurting up into his own body. As his fucker withdrew from his
bottom Calvin felt the slime of spunk between his cheeks and the squishy
feel of a full bottom, he had to get out, he had to get to a toilet.

'Gotta go to the loo,' he tried to struggle from the bed.

'Wait.' It was Mr Nasty again taking charge. 'Where is it?'

'Between mine and Aaron's room,' Calvin lay in the sweaty and now very
smelly bed clamping his cheeks.

'I can see it.' Mark could the doorframe showed up lighter than the
surrounding dark. 'I'll go first and stand by the lights, Cal. You follow
me but do not attempt to put a light on, got me?'

'Yeah, OK,' Calvin replied in a very small voice. 'I won't.'

'Good kid,' Mark kissed the frightened popster on the head. He didn't like
frightening the youngster but he had no idea of Calvin's reactions when he
found out who had raped and then assaulted him. Anything could happen.

Calvin emptied himself and washed off his bum in complete darkness, he knew
the other boy was standing by the door in the dark and this was confirmed
as he was grasped as he fumbled his way out.

'Whassup?'

'Nothing,' the other boy chuckled and putting his arms around Calvin's
waist lowered his head and kissd the young popster.

'Mmmm,' Calvin returned the kiss eagerly and allowed the other to slip his
tongue inside to meet his, incredibly enough he could feel their soft
organs which were touching begin to stiffen up again.

'You have such a nice butt,' the mystery boy Calvin had named Aaron
caressed Calvin's flanks kneading the soft flesh.  'An arse to die for.'

Calvin giggled and held the boy's cock, it was getting harder. 'Perhaps you
want to make love to me again before you go,' he whispered.

'What?'

'You heard,' Calvin went crimson in the dark. He'd actually asked his
rapist to fuck him. 'Did you wash your dick?'

'Yeah, when you were crapping,' the other boy seemed unsure of himself for
the first time of the night.

'Good,' Calvin grinned in the dark and dropped to his knees, reaching out
he grabbed the semi stiff flesh between the other boy's legs and slipped
his lips over the bulging knob.

'Aaah, the other boy groaned and leant back against the door holding
Calvin's cruffy hair as the smaller boy bobbed his head up and down on the
rapidly hardening erection.

Moments later the boy leaning against the door bent down and putting his
hand under Calvin's armpits pulled the shorter boy to his feet. 'I wanna
make love to you, Cal, and then we gotta go.'

'We've got the rest of the night,' Calvin mumbled. What had been a
nightmare was now a dream and it was a dream he wanted to last.

'It's too dangerouns for me and Ry.... the other guy.'

'Ry?' Calvin giggled.

'Don't tell him you little squirt.'

'I won't,' Calvin laughed and followed Mark from the bathroom into the
equally dark bedroom.

'Where the fuck you been?' Ryan whispered urgently from the bed.

'Don't panic,' Mark sat on the bed as Calvin quite happily clambered into
the centre slot again.

'It's nearly five o'clclock, it's light at seven,' Ryan was panicking.

'Can't be,' Calvin and Mark spoke as one.

'Time flies when you're having fun,' Ryan retorted and laughed
nervously. 'Look at the fuckin' clock.'

'Well I'm on a promise,' Mark slipped back onto the bed again and clasped
Calvin in his arms. 'You and me Cal?'

'Yeah,' Calvin muttered in a very small voice and snuggled upto his new
friend, the rapist.

'Well I'm off, I'll get the gear bagged up and I'm on my bike.,' Ryan
started to get from the bed but Calvin grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

Calvin pulled the bemused Ryan down onto the bed and kissed him. 'I thought
you guys were getting into fair shares.'

'Meaning?' Ryan unconciously reached out and grasped Calvin's penis which
was at full stretch, he idly worked the meat up and down and imagined
Calvin giving him a good fucking. He wouldn't have thought the smaller boy
would have the strength.

Calvin put his mouth close to Ryan's ear. 'I wanna make love to you before
you go ..... please?'

'I can't say no, can I?' Ryan laughed. He'd wanted Calvin to take him all
night but there was no chance with Mark leading the way. This was his
chance and he wasn't going to let it get away from him, every time he saw
Calvin Goldspink on the box he'd be able to remember that he'd fucked that
boy and that boy had fucked him. 'Come on, little big man,' he flopped onto
his back on his side of the bed and he felt Calvin clamber between his
parted legs. Mark slid up alongside and kissed him on the cheek.

Calvin must have found the oil because as Ryan lay on his back and assumed
the funky frog position with his knees upto his chest he felt the glance of
Calvin's knob across his buttock and it was slippery. Ryan felt Calvin's
thighs against his stretched buttocks and then the kid's oiled penis lay on
his briefly and Calvin made a vague to and fro motion.

'You're supposed to put it inside me,' Ryan croaked.

'In time.' Calvin leant over and lightly kissed Ryan as moved his hips back
so that his erection moved away, prolonging his kiss he aimed his weapon at
Ryan's pucker and slowly pushed into the warmth.

'Aaaah,' Ryan groaned. Calvin wasn't all that big but Ryan always made a
noise, it was of satisfaction more than of pain, Mark had been fucking him
for two years now so he was well used to boy cock. The thing was he was
used to Mark's six inch tool and he was in love with Mark, Calvin was his
first adventure outside his little 'marriage' to his boyfriend. They kept
themselves to themselves and never ever was there a third party involved
until now. 'Go on, fuck me, Cal,' Ryan grammed the boy's moving hips and
pulled the kid in or pulled himself onto Calvin's hot cock which was moving
faster and faster. Calvin was a rabbit type fucker not like his beloved
Mark who liked to take his time.

'Jeez, this is wicked,' Calvin grinned from ear to ear in the dark. This
was his first fuck where the boy was actually pinned underneath him, an
absolute bottom and he was the top. 'Yeah,' he slammed and rammed into
Ryan's tender arse and Ryan was loving it.

'Go on, Cal, go on,' he rested his calves on Calvin's slippery back and
pressed trying to keep the excited boy in deep.  It couldn't last, Calvin
was too hyped after the events of the night and already he could feel his
hot sperm boiling in his nuts.

'Shit,' Calvin groaned and rammed in deep and hard pushing Ryan up the
bed. 'Jeezus,' he felt the searing heat of his cum shoot up his shaft and
then the blessed relief as he spurted and jerked his load into the boy
beneath. 'Whassat?'  Calvin felt warm splats on his belly, the boy beneath
had also come and groaned as his cock jerked and smeared across Calvin's
smooth tummy.

'Now I am going home and going to bed,' Ryan groaned as Calvin slid
free. 'I am fucked, shagged and totally exhausted.'

'Aren't you staying?' Calvin grinned in the dark. 'Protect your mate or
something.'

'He can look after himself,' Ryan leant over and kissed their
victim. 'Believe me, Cal. Don't fuck with him once I've gone.'

'I won't,' Calvin promised and returned the kiss. 'I won't mess with him
but I will fuck.'

'Ho, ho,' Ryan tottered to his fet and as the others lay on the bed having
a lazy smooch dressed and collected all the kit and put it in the
backpack. 'I'm off now,' he stood awkwardly at the end of the bed. He
thought Mark was pushing his luck staying but that was Mark's problem and
Mark was always the team leader.

'See you again.' Calvin spoke from the bed.

'I don't think so,' Ryan laughed. 'I don't like policemen.'

'We're gonna use this place in the summer,' Calvin chuckled. 'There won't
be any cops around.'

'Go out of the kitchen door and leave it open,' Mark butted in, once Ryan
was out of the way the safer he'd feel. Anyway, he had further business
with Calvin and then he too could leave. He didn't want to be around when
first light arrived and it was beginning to get just a fraction lighter
now.

'OK mate, see you later.' The dark shape of Ryan was more or less invisible
but showed up briefly against the lighter doorframe and he was gone.

'Now, Calvin Goldspink, my little darling. Where were we,' Mark turned the
boy onto his side and snuggled up against his back, his erection slid
between Calvin's legs.

'Oooh,' Calvin shuddered and clamped his legs on Mark's thick penis. 'Am I
gonna see you again?' He pushed his soft bottom back against Mark's groin.

'Dunno,' Mark nibbled at Calvin's sweaty neck. 'I don't mind paying for my
sins but I can't let .... er, whatsit into trouble.'

'Ry,' Calvin giggled and moved his bottom against Mark's hot crotch.

'This turns you on, doesn't it?' Mark kissed Calvin fiercely and bent the
boy forward so that his arse was fully exposed.

'With you,' Calvin mumbled into the bedding. He could feel Mark's slippery
glans nudge at his sphincter and the meaty was was in him once
again. 'Aaah,' he straightened himself up and pushed back absorbing Mark's
slow thrust. He pushed his back onto Mark's smooth chest and felt the boy's
solid cock sheath itself in his body. Mark flathanded Calvin's belly and on
their sides they slowly fucked Mark kissing Calvin's neck all the time and
the side of the boy's face as he tried to turn.

Another move and Calvin found himself on his belly and Mark was between his
legs still slowly fucking but pushing in hard at the end of each
movement. Calvin shoved his bum up, this was great, no third person just a
nice slow fuck with someone you liked.

'Doggy,' Mark whisped and pulled Calvin's hips up. Calvin didn;t need
telling, he pushed himself up into a knees and palms pose and Mark
continued but he was moving faster now, the slap of sweaty flesh was
clearly audible as Mark thwacked against Calvin's cute little boy bottom
and his rampant meat pierced the smaller boy's sweet flesh.

'Yeah, go for it,' Calvin pushed back hard against his mystery lover. 'Fuck
me,' he almost shouted as he dropped his heat and his sweet little bum
stuck up in the air. Mark raised himself a bit and lunged and plunged down
into sweet boyflesh, he could feel his cum boiling in his balls, he was
gonna flood this little raver.

'Yes, yes, yes,' Calvin squealed as he felt Mark's organ swell and
spurt. It was amazing and it seemed to go on for ever, Mark's thick cock
was rammed up his little boy bottom and spraying spunk like there was no
tomorrow. 'Jeez,' Calvin collapsed on the bed and Mark lay ontop stirring
his cum covered cock in Calvin's spunk flooded buy cunt.

'You are so good, little lover,' Mark slowly slid free and lay alongside
his victim. 'You are so good.'

'Am I,' Calvin laughed sleepily. 'I am so knackered.'

'Sleep,' Mark whispered. 'It was only a dream.' He sat there in the dark
with the dawn gradually making things lighter. Once he could hear Calvins
regular breathing and he was happy that it wasn't a con he covered Calvin's
naked body from the early morning chill, got dressed and silently crept
from the room. By the time he got home dawn was well on it's way and once
he was indoors he sat in the kitchen. Ryan had called it Mission
Impossible, now it was Mission Accomplished.

Calvin was hyperactive in the morning, he stripped the bed, air scented the
room and tidied up. Last night seemed like a dream but it wasn't. The red
and blue bruises on his bottom were the proof of that. By the time Aaron
and both sets of parents returned he was almost as good as new.

Aaron was the first to notice. 'What you hobbling for, Cal?'

'I fell down the stairs,' Calvin tried his scatty voice. He was used to
acting like a muppet in public, it went with the job.

'Silly sod,' his dad laughed. 'Are you OK though.'

'Yeah,' Calvin grinned ruefully. 'Bit bruised, that's all.'

'I'd better get the Doctor.' Calvin's mother got in on the act.

'No, no. I'm OK,' Calvin grinned. 'I'm fine.'

And that was it, the New Year's Day wore on and they were on the move on
the 3rd of January, they only had two more nights in the place. Calvin
wasn't expecting any break ins tonight.

Everyone one was well shagged after the New Year's Eve celebration, Calvin
probably more that the others. Himself and Aaron decided to hit the sack
quite early probably around ten o'clock. The had adjoining rooms which were
separated by a shared bathroom and it was always a bit of a race who got to
use it first, this time Calvin happened to be first and was in the shower
when Aaron stepped in with his towel around his waist.

'Can I share the shower?' Aaron called. It wouldn't have been the first
time and they'd even had a mutual wank on two occasions.

'I suppose,' Calvin tried not to sound too interested at perving Aaron's
naked body. Aaron was into surfing and being a bit taller that Calvin he
also showed better muscles. He also had a bigger penis, whereas Calvins was
probably around the five inch mark Aaron's was well over six inches. Calvin
had never thought about it too much but after the previous night's events
his mindset had changed more than a little.

The door slid open and a naked Aaron stepped in. 'What the fuck happened to
you're arse?'

Shit. Calvin was mortified. He'd forgotten all about the bruising. 'Fell
down the stairs, didn't I,' he muttered.

'Bollocks,' Aaron laughed shortly. 'Turn around, let's have a proper look.'

'Piss off. I'm not letting you oggle my bum,' Calvin giggled. 'Perv.'

'Turn around,' Aaron shoved his smaller chum around and studied the
bruising. 'Some one's paddled you.'

'Bollocks.'

'Don't lie to me Calvin. 'You've been paddled, I've seen it before. Who did
this to you.'

'Nobody,' Calvin snuffled, the whole sorry story could come out now. The
house might even be full of police and that would be a disaster, statements
and all the rest of it. 'Leave it alone, Aaron. I can't tell you.'

'Tell me or I'll tell your parents,' Aaron grabbed the smaller boy and
hugged his wet form. 'I won't tell but you've got to tell me.'

'If I tell you it's gotta stay secret,' Calvin muttered. 'Dead secret.' He
broke free. Christ he was getting hard just standing against Aaron. He
turned away and rinsed his hair.

'Pity, it's such a nice bottom,' Aaron murmured.

'Flattery'll get you nowhere,' Calvin giggled.

'Why not,' Aaron stepped closed and ran his hand over Calvin's wet
buns. 'Soooo smooth.'

'Jeez, Aaron,' Calvin went crimson, he couldn't put the night out of his
mind and here was Aaron making a move on him. To make matters worse he
couldn't turn around he'd just totally boned up, he was as hard as a
chocolate frog.

'Hey, Cal,' Aaron stood closer and Calvin felt something slip against his
hip. 'Turn around, I've got one on as well.'

Calvin turned around and looked at Aaron, what a handsome fucker he was. He
gulped as he felt Aaron's hand slide down his belly and grasp his erection,
Aaron brought both erections together and held them in both of his hands.

'Aaron,' Calvin croaked.

Aaron grinned and to Calvin's surprise kissed him briefly on the
forehead. 'I like you Cal and it seems you like me. How's about you go to
bed and then I'll come in and then ..... you can tell me who did this, you
can tell me all about it because I don't like seeing you get hurt.'

'Orrite,' Calvin gave a strangled sqeak and fled the shower grabbing a
towel on the way. In his room he turned the light off just leaving the
bedside one lit, he also locked the door, he had the funniest feeling that
Aaron was going to make a move on him and he was going to be ready for it.

He thought of Aaron in the shower, an excellent sun tan with the soapy
water running of his broad shoulders, his erection, it had to be a seven
incher, bigger than both the boys from last night and his cute little
bubble buns ... Jeez. His own hardon was aching at the thought of himself
and Aaron actually doing something more than just a wank.  Still damp he
put his pyjama bottoms on and slipped into bed, his bum was still sore but
his actual hole was fine, in fact, it was ready for more boymeat as was his
stiff penis. He'd got a taste for it last night and that taste wasn't going
to go away. He wondered who the hell the two were last night, it had
started off so bad, so really bad and it had ended so good. He'd love to
meet them again and there was a chance, the families were coming back in
two months and it may even become a regular holiday home.

Aaron came in the through the bathroom door wearing a bathrobe and
slippers. 'I was going down to get a mug of cocoa, fancy one.'

'Yes please,' Calvin snuggled in the bed, deep into the fresh bedding. What
was going to happen tonight, what was Aaron going to do.

'Alright,' Aaron grinned and unlocked the door. 'Keep it hot for me,' he
whispered and then disappeared with a laugh.

Wow,' Calvin thought. One night of rape and then Aaron goes all gay on
me. Can't be bad, he idly stroked his erection under the covers and waited
for his cocoa.

Aaron returned in ten minutes carrying a tray with mugs, sugar and some
biscuits. Balancing the tray he carefully locked the door before coming
across to the bed and placed the tray in the middle. He carefully sat up on
the bed as Calvin moved across. 'Tell me,' he picked up his mug and took a
sip.

'You won't believe me, Aaron. You won't,' Calvin's eyes were drawn to
Aaron's gown which was parted at the chest, he could see down to the gentle
round of Aaron's belly. Calvin gulped he just wanted Aaron in bed with him,
both of them naked and both in the mood for love to borrow a song title.

'Tell me your little story and I'll tell you if I believe you or not,'
Aaron smiled encouragingly. 'Somebody paddled you and I want to know who,
those marks weren't there two days ago.'

The telling took about half an hour and Aaron sat patiently raising his
eyebrows now and then but saying nothing. At the end of it he removed the
tray and placed it on the floor. He reached into his bathrobe's pocket and
drew out a small tub.

'Guaranteed to reduce bruising and pain,' he declared. 'I knew it was in
the medical cabinet somewhere.'

Calvin looked at him open mouthed. 'What about my story?'

'Yeah a good yarn,' Aaron laughed. 'What annoys me is that you're gay and
you never let on. I've fancied you something rotten for yonks and you've
been playing Mr Straight Guy.'

'Wha.....' Calvin was speechless.

'Wha .....' Aaron mocked. 'You stay in a night sick. Some new local friends
come around for a bit of an orgy, you get a slapping and then make up a
story about being raped ..... you fuckin' disgust me.' Aaron stood
up. 'I've wanted you for a year now, I've wanted to go to bed with you,
I've wanted to love you and you're slutting around with a pair of country
yokels.'

'Aaron .....' Calvin burst out crying. He couldn't believe what he'd just
heard. His mate, his super straight mate was bent, Aaron was gay and Aaron
wanted him. What a complete and utter fuck up. He turned away and clutched
the pillow and sobbed his heart out.

'Calvin,' he heard Aaron get on the bed and an arm went around him. 'I'm
sorry but you're fucking about with these new mates of yours who bully you
and beat you up and I've wanted you all this time and never even got the
time of day.'

'I'd didn't know you were gay,' Calvin sobbed. 'And they're not fuckin'
mates, they raped me.'

'You said you fucked them, that's not rape is it?' Aaron spoke mildly and
cuddled Calvin.  'You either got attacked, beaten and raped or you had a
mutual fuckfest, one or the other.'

'Both,' Calvin snuffled and turned a little to look at Aaron. 'I can't
explain it,' he looked away.

'Try,' Aaron turned Calvin's head. 'I won't take the piss and I won't say
anything.....'

'They got in somehow.....'

'Through the burglar alarms,' Calvin butted in.

'You said you weren't going to say anything,' Calvin turned away and
started to softly cry again.

'Come on, come on,' Aaron stroked Calvin's bare back. 'I'm sorry start
again,' he leant forward and kissed Calvin's smooth shoulder. 'Go on baby.'

Calvin turned to look at him with tear streaked face. 'They got in and
captured me when I came out of the loo. They brought me up here and tied me
up and undressed me, a bit of both, undressing and tying up, you
understand?' Calvin paused.

'Go on.'

'They had ski masks on for the first half and when they got hot they put a
thing round my eyes. I had a gag as well so that when the spanked me I
couldn't holler out.'

'Poor baby. You must have been scared shitless. Go on,' Aaron snuggled upto
Calvin and nuzzled at his neck. 'Tell it as it was.'

'They spanked me with a bat or something and then when it hurt so much I
started crying one of them fucked me and one of them sucked me.' Calvin
snuffled again. 'Then we sorta snuggled and when we all got hard again I
fucked one and the other fucked me, like a daisy chain thingy.'

'A fuck sandwich,' Aaron tilted Calvin's face. 'That is so hard to do when
you're soft.'

'I wasn't soft, I was as hard as a rock for fuck's sake. I was getting
turned on can't you understand. It started off with them raping me and I
started to enjoy it ..... I'm fuckin' queer,' Calvin tore away from Aaron
and buried his face in the pillow again.

'Lotta queer people about,' Aaron spoke softly. 'Queers; love, lust, hurt,
cry and die the same as anyone else. What you have to do is accept what you
are.' He tugged at Calvin until the smaller boy faced him again. This time
he kissed Calvin right on the lips a second later Calvin was returning the
kiss but Aaron broke it. 'You accept what you are or you don't. I'm gay, I
don't broadcast it, why should I, my sexuality is my business. If I want to
come out I'll do it when I'm good and ready, maybe never.'

'But I liked it, I really liked it,' Calvin blubbered.

'Why not, you're supposed to like sex,' Aaron grinned. 'It'd be a shitty
world if the act of sex was a pain in the arse...'

Calvin burst out laughing. 'Do you know what you just said?'

'Yeah, I should rephrase that,' Aaron laughed. 'Anyway, let me do your
bottom and then you can get a good nights kip.'

'I want you to sleep with me,' Calvin avoided Aaron's eyes. 'If you want to
after all this.'

'So much,' Aaron gently tugged the bedding down exposing Calvin down to his
pyjama clad knees. 'If I get into that bed with you there won't be much
sleeping done.'

'That sounds good,' Calvin giggled, the tears were forgotten. He rolled
onto his belly and shucked his pyjamas down exposing his battered and
bruised butt. 'Let's play Doctors and Nurses.'

'There's an offer I can't refuse,' Aaron tugged the pyjama bottoms clear,
they'd only get in the way. He scooped a dollop of clear gel from the pot
and smeared it onto Calvin's smooth buns. 'Orrite babes?'

'Don't stop,' Calvin quivered in anticipation.

Aaron smeared the ointment into Calvin's bruised bum covering the affected
area and the lightly ran his slippery finger down Calvin's crack from top
to bottom, as he slid his finger inside Calvin quivered but his bum came up
as if inviting more.

'One thing I wanna do,' Aaron spoke quietly and kissed the oiled area.

'Yeah,' Calvin ground his midfriff into the mattress. 'Do it, Aaron. Do
it.'

'No,' Aaron laughed. 'Go on your hands and knees and open your legs as wide
as you can. I just want to check out you haven't been split or anything.'

'Split,' Calvin sqwarked.

'It happens. Lets have a look.'

'OK,' Calvin hoisted himself up and spread his legs as far as he
could. 'OK?'

'Looks OK,' Aaron conceded.  His oily finger stroked across Calvin's tiny
pucker and the boy quivered. Aaron gave a gentle push and his finger slid
inside the puffy entrance, Calvin's spincter was firm and strong, Aaron
slowly moved his finger in and out. Looking underneath he could see that
Calvin was fully erect and that the kid's penis was jerking every time he
slid his finger in deep. 'You like this, Cal. Doncha?'

'Prefer the real thing,' Calvin giggled and then slipping off Aaron's
finger lay flat on his stomach on the bed.  'Take me I'm yours, dum de
dum,' he sang a line of an old song.

Aaron was ready, his erection jutted from his belly like a battering ram, a
long streamed of precum oozed from the tip and he winced as he rubbed some
of the clear gel on his knob, he was so hard it was painful. He had to take
Calvin like right now.

'Tell me if I start to hurt you,' he whispered as he covered Calvin with
his body keeping his middle clear with his tight little surfer's bottom up
in the air.

'Count on it,' Calvin retorted with another little chuckle, he lay still
and totally relaxed. One of the best looking kid's on the planet was going
to shag him.

Aaron slowly lowered himself until he felt his oiled knob start to slip
between Calvin's smooth buns he then removed one of his supporting arms and
steadied his fleshy spear, his engorged glans slid right onto target and
nudged against Calvin's sphincter. A gentle push and he glided into
incredible tightness and the boy's internal heat.

'Aaaaah,' Calvin clutched the pillow as he felt his friend's stiffness
begin to fill him with it's virile thickness. Aaron was bigger than the
other two and he felt his ring and anal passage stretch to accomodate the
meaty intruder.

Safely lodged inside Calvin's tight little arse Aaron began to move to and
fro, this was going to be a quicky, he couldn't help it, the next one would
take longer.  A slow push and he was docked, he felt his crisp pubics
nestle against Calvin's soft bottom and he began to fuck.

Calvin moaned and pushed up, this was willing sex and this he was enjoying
it. He pushed up harder onto his lover as Aaron lunged and plunged into his
already well used bum, the slap, slap of oiled boy flesh against another
boy must have been audible all over the house. In fact nobody heard, just
the two young lovers having messy and frantic sex for the very first time.

'I'm sorry, I gotta come,' Aaron cried out and his cock jerked and
splattered Calvin inside with a generous load of thick white boy juice,
splash after splash of creamy spunk coating Calvin's insides with it's hot
liquid goodness.

'Aaaah,' Calvin moaned in satisfaction and clamped his bum and wriggled on
Aaron's limpening organ. 'You cum like a donkey,' he rolled onto his side
with Aaron still fully inserted. 'Keep it in until you get hard again,' he
pushed hard back as Aaron pushed into him. He could feel Aaron's stickiness
inside his gut, he could feel the surfer boi on his back, the heat and even
the beat of his lover's heart ..... he was in heaven. Things were going
right at last.

They left on the 3rd of January and everybody was in good humour. Both sets
of parents remarked on how smiley Calvin and Aaron had been over the last
two days, they were even looking foward to coming back to this godforsaken
chunk of Surrey. The country air must have done the boys good the mums and
dads decided.

Calvin was leaning on the car waiting for the last of the gear to come down
whilst Aaron was inside talking with his father.Two boys with bikes were
perched on a low stone wall across the road watching the proceedings,
Calvin looked across and then did a double take, one of them was the kid
he'd offed a week or so ago the boy fan. Aaron remembered the conversation,
what a self centred prick he'd been.

He looked at them and gave a friendly wave, he would have like to have gone
across and apologised but with two of them he might even get a smack in the
mouth, anyway, the rents were coming out.

The boy's across the road got on their bikes and cycled across, they
stopped about ten yards away and pulled something from their winter
jackets. Calvin froze, both of the youngsters grinned at him and slowly and
deliberately tugged on ski masks.

'Come on Ry,' one of them yelled, they waved at Calvin and they were off.


				     THE END