Date: Thu, 9 Sep 2004 18:52:18 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Mark and Arron (Part 2)

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.  This story in no way is intended to actually depict
young English actors/models who's names may be used.  I write my stories in
'full screen' text, they are best read that way.

Onto the story. Enjoy. Donate a coupla quid. Keep Nifty FREE.

I wrote the original story for someone going by the name of "W..S..B.."
(I'm not going to name him properly). This person claimed to be 16 but
never made any effort to substantiate this claim. I came to the conclusion
in the end this person was taking the piss. So here you go Ryan (unless
that's another made up name). You don't walk so tall in this one.

If Nifty don't tie this up with the original you will find it at Nifty
(High School) 19 Mar 04. IT IS BEST READ FIRST

GCutter66@aol.com ..... for comments and criticism, all mails answered
excepting flamers



MARK AND ARRON


2 - Payback Time


by


G. Cutter


'Hi,' Darren stood at the front door and smiled in at his friend, fellow
amateur actor and model Arron. 'I thought you went down the school for
football practice on a Saturday?'

'I do normally,' Arron grunted. 'Come in anyway. What are you doing around
here on a Saturday morning?'

'Just passing by,' Darren grinned delighted to see his close friend after a
two weeks holiday. 'I saw your bike so I thought I'd pay my respects as
they say.'

'You can pay them in the bedroom,' Arron grinned. 'The 'rents are out for
the rest of the day.'

'Really?' Darren giggled as he followed his blonde friend upto the
bedroom. He paid particular attention to Arron's tight little arse as he
climbed the stairs, that little prize was his one of these fine
days. They'd broken the ice and started playing around with each other
around nine month's previously. Now that they were both fifteen Darren at
least thought it was time to move onto 'advanced class' boy's stuff.

He had an older brother, Ray who was nineteen and who had been fucking him
for over a year, it was time to pass on all he had learnt and enjoyed with
his big bro, pass it onto or into little Arron as it were.

Arron stood back as Darren entered the bedroom and flopped onto the single
bed and made himself comfortable.

'What's up, Arr?' Darren looked at his blonde friend with concern, things
weren't right.

'Nothing,' Arron smiled weakly and sat on the edge of the bed.

'Come on, tell me,' Darren pestered.

'Oh, fuck off. Leave me alone,' Arron promptly burst into tears.

'Come on, tell me,' Darren comforted his pal. He wriggled away a little, he
didn't want his friend to feel the instant erection that had materialised
at his groin. Arron's discomfort must have something to do with the
Saturday morning football, he loved his game and to be indoors fretting on
a Saturday was unheard off. 'Some one having a go at you, a bully?'

'Something like that.'

'We'll go and sort him out.'

'He's a big lad, he's sixteen,' Arron wiped his eyes with his Newcastle
United counterpane and looked red eyed at Darren.

'I'll get Ray down, he'll sort him out.'

'Mmmm,' Arron looked at Darren and wondered. Since the rape of the previous
Saturday he'd had so many conflicting emotions. He realised that he should
have immediately contacted the police, DNA samples would have closed the
case in a heartbeat, Mark would have crumbled. What really confused him was
that after the rape he'd made love to the sixteen year old and then let his
rapist perform the act for a second time. With his thinking firmly fixed in
the groinal area he was now beginning to wonder about Darren, he knew they
wanked but he always felt that Darren wanted something more. Was Darren
'one of them' as well?

'Come on tell me,' Darren move closer and put his arm around his friends
bony shoulder.

'He raped me,' Arron blurted it out before he could stop himself.

'Fuckin' 'ell,' Darren gasped. Someone had actually raped his little golden
boy. The light of his life had been soiled by a bloody pervert.  Arron was
now second hand goods, well so was he, so what? 'Tell me all about it
..... start to finish,' he guided Arron onto the bed and they lay full
length as if they were going to carry on with their now routine wanking
exercise but this time it was like a confessional.

Arron told the full story from the puncture at the school right up until
he'd actually let Mark take him for the second time. 'And that's it,' he
finished off red faced and avoiding Darren's rather stern glare.

'The rape's the rape,' Darren passed judgement. 'Fucking him and getting
even was fair enough but what the fuck did you let him do it again for?'

'I was scared,' Arron went crimson, he knew he was lying and he knew that
Darren knew that as well.

'Bollocks,' Darren sprang to his feet and scowled at his friend still
laying on the bed. 'You did it because you wanted to, you liked it
....... you complete shit.'

'Darren ....... ' Arron wailed.

'You fuckin' slut. I've loved you for ever and you go and do it with a
bloody rapist.' He sat down in the room's small armchair and slowly lowered
his eyes in embarrasment. He'd just realised what he'd said.

There was a heavy silence for quite a long time, neither boy wanted to be
the first to speak.

'Darren.'

'What?'

'Come here,' Arron held his hand out.

Darren got to his feet unsteadily he was still having problems taking it
all in and to top it he'd blurted out his love, he took Arron's hand and
felt himself drawn down onto the bed. 'I shouldn't have shouted,' he
conceded as he lay back down on the bed again.

'If you love me,' Arron whispered and snuggled up. 'Kiss me,' he turned his
tear streaked face to his friend and now his self declared lover.

'Jeez,' Darren sighed and placed his lips onto Arron's for a chaste kiss,
then a rougher and more demanding kiss and then a meeting of slippery boy
tongues. Darren could feel his own hardness pressing against Arron's as
they writhed and snogged like never before on the narrow bed.

'I don't feel anything for him, Daz. I dunno what I did it for,' Arron
hugged his dark haired mate.

'Gotta taste for it,' Darren laughed shortly.

'Don't be like that,' Arron was on the verge of crying once more.

'I'm sorry. I'm jealous,' Darren grinned and kissed his mate softly on the
nose. 'Why couldn't it be us?'

'It is today,' Arron suddenly sprang from the bed. A grin spread across his
tear stained face. With Darren watching he kicked off his slippers and
socks and dropped his shorts, his briefs followed and then he peeled off
his baggy t-shirt. Totally naked he bent over the bed and turned back the
bedding. 'How's that song go.......'

'What song?'

'Take me I'm yours .....' he sung in his reedy boyish voice as he slipped
into the bed leaving Darren still laying on the top of the bed.

'You mean?'

'Get some slippery stuff from the bathroom,' Arron giggled as Darren left
the room at flank speed. The parents were out for the day and he had his
beautiful friend quite obviously on heat. Perfect. Later they could plan a
revenge on Mark the Evil One. Darren was back in a flash holding Arron's
mother's Cold Cream, nice smell, nice and slippery.

'Come to bed,' Arron whispered. His handsome friend Darren loved him and
all this time they'd played wankies. He lay looking as Darren hurriedly
removed his clothing and finally stood naked alongside the bed with his
dark skinned uncircumcised cock jutting from his belly. He was probably
around the same size as Arron but where Arron's boyish five incher was
quite fat Darren's was slender. Darren grinned down at his blonde mate,
he'd been fucked many times by his older brother but Ray had never
submitted to being a bottom. This could be his day, the day he got to make
love to a beautiful boy all on his own and in complete and utter privacy.

'I do love you Arrr,' he snuggled upto his friend and they gently kissed
and turned inwards. 'You're as hard as a rock,' he giggled feeling Arron's
hot boy cock.

'Do me,' Arron mumbled and turned away presenting his soft bottom.

'What?'

'You heard,' Arron was hardly audible as he clutched the pillow liked a
surrogate lover. 'Don't hurt me.'

'I'm not a fuckin' rapist,' Darren nuzzled the back of his friend's neck
and uncapped the lotion. He smeared some of the thick white cream onto his
now slippery knobend and slid it between Arron's cheeks.

'Slowly,' Arron whispered with a tremble in his voice. He knew that he'd
gone though all this the previous weekend with Mark and that Mark was
bigger in the dick department than Darren but this was important. Last
Saturday was a one off, this could be the start of something he now knew
had been floating around in the back of his mind for ages. He was in love
with his scruffy little mate from down the road, he had the hots for Darren
and this time it would be totally different from that mad Saturday
afternoon with Mark.

'Aaaaah, Darren,' Arron moaned. Darren wasn't big but his hard penis felt
like a battering ram as it spread his pucker, parted it and then slipped
inside his body.

'You 'orrite,' Darren froze with an inch of his boyhood trapped in Arron's
velvety vice. 'I'll stop if you like.' He knew he didn't want to withdraw,
the initial sensation was incredible, he had his stiffy in his lover's
bumhole and he wanted to go on.

'No, it's OK,' Arron moaned. 'Take it easy,' he gave a little push back
taking more of Darren and sighed as he felt the other boy start to
move. 'Yeah, that's nice,' he pushed back harder and giggled as he felt
Darren's hot and virile boyhoood begin to fill his eager hole.

'Aaaah,' Darren sighed and he slowly moved to and fro in Arron's delicious
hot tightness and to top off the act he had his lips on Arron's smooth
neck, he could smell the fresh boy smell and finally he reached around and
grasped Arron's own hard penis. He was in heaven.

'Yeah, that is excellent,' Arron laughed shakily as he felt Darren's smooth
belly against the small of his back and his friends soft dark pubics
crushed against his buns. 'Come on top,' he muttered as he went belly down
and felt Darren still moving in and out clamber on top and get between his
legs. 'Now fuck me,' he growled. He didn't care if he sounded like a homo
slut, he just wanted Darren to cum and fill him with sweet and slippery boy
juice.

'I can't keep this up,' Darren grunted as he began to thrust and pound into
Arron's soft bottom. 'I gotta cum soon.'

'Go for it,' Arron thrust his bottom up onto Darren's fuck. 'You'll last
longer this afternoon.'

'Yeah,' Darren laughed as he now started to really hammer home. After this
he decided that he was going to let Arron take him from the front so that
he could see his blonde lover's face as he spilt his seed. He just hoped
that after the rape Arron wasn't going to turn into a bottom, he couldn't
handle that. Darren wanted a two way love, he wanted Arron in him as much
as getting inside Arron, it had to be a two way thing. 'You are so fuckin'
beautiful,' he began to ram and thrust as he felt his heat building down in
his groin.

'Whatta way with words,' Arron giggled as he pushed his pert pure white
bottom up onto Darren's darker skinned shaft moving in and out like a
piston.

'Oooooh,' Darren wailed and thrust hard for one last time and then began to
pump and squirt his creamy spunk deep into Arron's twitching body. 'Ooh,
Arron, you are so good,' he pushed harder as he felt the second and third
surges of his boy juice shoot deep into his friend's warm body.

'Nice one,' Arron clamped his bottom hard on Darren's meat and lay there
savouring the feel of Darren start to move again but the hardness began to
wilt, the dark featured boy was spent ..... for the moment.

'I've wanted that for so long,' Darren stared at Arron as he slowly
withdrew and lay alongside his friend, now his lover.

'Don't tell me you've already got a boyfriend.'

'Not quite,' Darren snuggled upto Arron and licked his friends sweaty
neck. 'I've been fucked by someone,' he whispered.

Raped?' Arron asked shocked.

'No, willingly.'

'You said you loved me,' Arron looked at Darren not understanding. 'You
love both of us ..... you a fuckin' Muslim or something?'

'No, no,' Darren cried out. 'It's my bloody brother.'

'Ray?'

'Yeah, he's been doing me for nearly a year.'

'Why didn't you tell on him,' Aaron pushed away from Darren. 'You could
have stopped him.'

'I couldn't grass up my own brother, anyway, liked it,' Darren
muttered. 'Doncha get it, I liked him in me, I liked the feel of his body
on me, I'm a fucking tart.'

Arron just looked at Darren and then suddenly grinned. 'Bit like me then.'

'What?'

'I said you've got to be a bit like me.' Aaron drew closer again and
clasped his friend by the waist bringing them into contact, he reached
around and clasped Darren's smooth bum. 'I liked the second time with Mark,
I really liked the first time with you and I want to do it again.'

'Oh, Arron,' Darren felt a wave of relief literally wash over him. 'I do
love you, you know.'

'Good,' Arron grinned. 'Because we're going to seal this boyfriendship or
this marriage and then we're gonna tell your big bro to leave you alone and
then we're gonna fix Marky Mark's waggon.'

'I hope we get lucky,' Darren spoke gloomily but a smile spread across his
face as he felt himself being turned onto his side. He had a pretty good
idea what Arron was after when he spoke of sealing and ten to one it
involved a certain blonde shagging a certain brunette.

'Can I do you?' Arron's slick glans pushed at Darren's crack, he was
already oozing precum and a quick smear of the Cold Cream let his knob
actually glide between Darren's tight little cheeks.

'Never ask,' Darren pushed back, felt a twinge of pain as Arron speared
into his most private place and they were joined. 'Fuck me silly, Arr,' he
pushed back and was rewarded by Arron's five inches filling him and the
exquisite heat of his blonde friends smooth skin and warm lips on his neck.

'Do love you so, Daz,' Arron started to move inside his lover. 'The past is
past ..... just us two now.'

'Nobody has to find out about this,' Darren pushed back onto Arron's jerky
movements.

'Only the big bro from hell,' Arron sniggered. 'We've got to put him in the
picture and then he can help us sort out Mark.'

'Why do I think you only want to punish Mark because you let yourself go
with him?'

'You may be right,' Arron stayed still for a moment, his hardness buried in
Darren's hot little boy pussy was such a turn on. 'We gotta sort him out
before he tries it on a thirteen year old or even a twelver.'

'I'll get Ray to shag him, Ray goes a bit rough sometimes,' Darren giggled
as he felt Arron start to move again.

'Then I fuck him savagely,' Arron crowed as he began to pump and rolled
Darren onto his belly.

'And I fuck him brutally,' Darren laughed and then with a wriggle slid free
from Arron and flopped onto his back.

'Whasup?' Arron looked at his friend ' What's the matter, Daz?'

'Come on, I want to see you do it, I want you to look at me and kiss me
when you cum.'

'Daz I really love you so much,' Arron took up his position and gently
slipped back into Darren's welcoming warmth.

'So you keep saying. Prove it, lover boy.'

Arron did, he made love slowly and gently pleasuring himself with Darren's
tightness and Darren's warmth. He savoured the tactile sensation of moving
against Darren's silken skin until finally after climaxing he idly stirred
himself in Darren's spunk flooded nest, it was done.

'Jeezus, Daz. That was my best yet.'

'I know,' Darren clamped himself on Arron's fat but now spent cock. 'I'm as
squishy as a squishy thing.'

'Idiot,' Arron laughed and lay on his mate gently kissing the boy's sweet
lips, as he did so his flaccid cock slipped free and lay between Darren's
hairless thighs.

'We need to get some pictures of this clown so we can show Ray, he might
even know him.'

'How we gonna do that?'

'We mooch down the school, borrowing you're dad's digital and we can run
the prints off the computer.'

'He'll see us and then he'll be after me again,' Arron was horrified with
the plan.

'We use the long range lens, dummy,' Darren hissed. 'We gotta do it or it's
going to get swept under the carpet and he'll do it to another kid.'

'You just want to rape someone,' Arron snapped quite unfairly.

'Yeah, him.'

'Yeah, me too,' Arron laughed and slipped off the bed. 'Quick abortion and
shower. Yeah?'

'You are really the pits,' Darren grinned and stood up alongside his friend
and lover. 'You don't watch me and I won't watch you.'

'Come on.'

They did what they had to do and enjoyed a joint shower but stopped short
of further sex, they both wanted it and being fifteen year olds they were
both up for it but business first, the first steps on the revenge trail.

They got to the playing field behind the school about half an hour before
the kids normally broke up.

'We'll go in the school, it's open Saturday morning for the cleaners.'

'They won't let us in,' Arron protested getting cold feet. He'd been
thinking about Mark on the walk down and he was beginning to regret having
started the revenge caper but Darren had the bit between his teeth and he
was treating it all as a big game.

Surprisingly the cleaner didn't offer any objection and they took up a
spying post in the nearest upper floor classroom to the play area.  Ten
minutes later they had a digital camera full of Mark and the other boys,
they checked the small screen, OK. So far so good, now to get them onto the
whiz box, printed out and deleted before Arron's father decided to have a
go on his computer.

'Let's go,' Arron tugged his friends elbow. 'Mission accomplished.'

'He's rather nice ..... for a rapist.' Darren hovered at the window.

'He's a good fuck,' Arron sniggered.

'Bet he talks very highly of you,' Darren retorted rather sarcastically.

'Trust you,' Arron sniffed and walked from the classroom with Darren in hot
pursuit.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Arr,' Darren gabbled as he caught up with his
friend.

'You gotta big gob.'

'How's about if I get it around your willy this afternoon.'

'You're forgiven,' Arron laughed and the two of them set off for home and
the family computer.

Once indoors they had a frantic half an hour on the machine and armed with
some very nice glossies returned to the bedroom.

'I like this one,' Darren showed a picture of a fair haired boy of around
thirteen to Arron.

'That's little Mark Something or the other, he's a bloody kid,' Arron
grinned. 'You're a cradlesnatcher.'

'I'm a dick snatcher,' Darren retorted with a grin and buried his face in
Arron's groin.

'Yes, yes,' Arron held Darren's head gently and ran his zip down, he could
feel his mate's warm breath on his underpants and then the dampness of
Darren's mouth as Darren started to suck hardening meat through the thin
cotton. 'Let me get them off,' Arron squealed. 'I'll have soggy knickers
else.'

'Can't have that can we,' Darren replied with a small grin. 'Get naked,
Arr, just for me.'

'You too,' Aarron replied. 'Suckin' or fuckin'?'

'Whatever turns you on, baby.'

'You,' Arron blushed and fumbled with Darren's jeans. Five minutes later
after much kissing, mouthing and just plain stroking and savouring each
other's smooth bodies the boys were naked together for the second time of
the day.

'You wanna sleep over tonight?' Arron whispered from Darren's belly.

'Only if we make love.'

'That's the idea dummy,' Arron laughed and holding Darren's dark skinned
dick upright skinned the foreskin down and sank his mouth over the
succulent dark red glans.

'I'm in heaven,' Darren sighed before shuffling around on the bed and
grasping Arron's fair skinned five incher. A split second later both boys
were sucking and lapping at their partner's stiffies. There was silence in
the room other than the occasional grunt and slurp, each boy stroked and
fondled the other's soft bottom, tonight was going to be a good night.

Arron's mind was in a turmoil.he wanted to humilate and hurt Mark but at
the same time he didn't, he had a strangely satisfied feeling now that he'd
admitted the rape to Darren and Darren had also owned up to sex with his
brother. Arron smiled as he sucked Darren's hot hardness, they were both
Secondhand Rose's but now they had each other. They had a big brother to
sort out and then the friendly local rapist.

When Darren came it came without warning, Darren's cock throbbed in Arron's
mouth and then he felt the spurts of thick creamy spunk on his tongue and
his teeth, he swallowed and pumped himself harder into Darren's avidly
sucking mouth, then he too came in heated spurts which were gobbled and
sucked down by his best mate, his boy lover.

'Hey,' Darren surfaced with a grin and a cum smeared face. 'That was great,
we gotta do that again.'

'Lots of times,' Arron agreed tiredly. He reversed himself and ran his
tongue over Darren's lips tasting his own cum. 'I taste nice,' he giggled
and then fell quiet as Darren's lips met his and they kissed and then dozed
satisfied, contented and in love.

It was probably around fivish and the boys were in the kitchen seated and
eating after having raided the fridge. Arron had got his father on his
mobile and got permission in the first place to have Darren stay the night,
Darren had then phoned home and got his own permission to stay, the night's
entertainment was fixed and Arron was rather hoping that Darren had
forgotten Mark, he was beginning to think that it may be better to let
sleeping dogs lie as it were. No such luck.

'Can I use your phone, Arr?'

Arron pointed at the phone hanging on the kitchen wall without speaking, he
didn't think spraying half a cheese sandwich over his new lover would be
seen as being very romantic.

Darren jumped up and then dragged his chair tightly upto Arron and punched
in a number.

'Yeah, Ray.' Darren held the phone between them as his brother replied.

'We gotta talk, Ray.'

'Hey, munchkin,' Ray sounded a little suprised. 'Look, I'm with a mate
.... can we leave this until later.'

'No we can't,' Darren snapped back. 'We've got to talk about you bumming
me.'

'For Christ's sake,' Ray's voice came back loud and clear. 'Shut up, they
monitor these things.'

'Don't be so bloody paranoid,' Darren shook his head and silently mouthed
to Arron ... 'Fuckin' idiot.'

'Alright, alright,' Ray seemed to calm down. 'I'd rather have this
conversation in private but as you've obviously got a little chum or two
backing you up......'

'I'm here with Arron, that's all.'

'And you've told him, you little shit?'

'Yes, I have. We need help on a project and we need to see you.'

'You doing it with Arron?' Ray's voice had dropped to a whisper.

'None of your business but yes I am and we both want to see you ..... like
now.'

'Alright. I'm bringing a friend with me, guy called Paul, we're mates.'

'No mates,' Darren's voice was firm.

'No deal then,' Ray's voice was firmer. 'Paul's a special mate just like
your Arron ... got me?'

'Aah,' Darren understood. 'OK then. Come around to Arron's it's just us two
and it's important, we need your help brother dear before we wander around
to the cop shop.'

'Don't worry, little poof. We'll be there in fifteen minutes.'

'That didn't sound very friendly,' Arron remarked as Darren hung the phone
back up.

'What, him?'

'Both of you,' Arron remarked. 'You didn't have to threaten him, anyway,
you couldn't prove anything without a medical examination and all that old
bollocks.'

'Yeah, I know but I wanted to get him around. I wanna get this little lot
sorted out.'

'OK,' Arron nodded. He felt a bit better, things were progressing and with
a bit of luck Ray would refuse to participate in Darren's mad scheme. The
scheme in question was Darren's bright idea before they'd left the bedroom,
it was that the three of them invaded Mark on a Saturday afternoon and rape
him ..... it was as easy as that. Biblical punishment, plain and simple. An
eye for an eye, a rape for a rape. 'Where we having this conference?'

'Right here,' Darren slapped the kitchen table. 'I want keep it sort of
official.' He looked at Arron earnestly. 'We're doing a deal here and I
suppose Ray is your brother in law now,' he laughed shortly at the thought
of it.

'Wow,' Arron replied with mock enthusiasm. In fact he found Darren's older
brother quite attractive, an image of the two brothers making love in their
shared bedroom brought a small twinge to his groin. Ray was dark haired and
darkly featured like Darren but whereas Darren had a cheeky boyish face Ray
was manishly handsome. Mind you, he understood that Ray had now got his own
room, so perhaps the brothers didn't do it so much now, especially if Ray
had got himself a boyfriend.

'I hear a car,' Darren rushed to the door and opened it a few inches. 'It's
them,' he suddenly looked nervous, perhaps he wasn't as confident as he was
making out to be.

'You do the talking, this is your idea,' Arron shuffled the chairs around
so that two faced two the vague concept of a conference centre in his
mind. The meeting of two pairs of boyfriends, he thought. After all, Ray
had more or less suggested on the phone that he had some sort of thing
going on with this Paul, who Darren had never heard of.

Darren opened the door wider as his unsmiling brother entered the house
followed by a rather worried looking teenager who apeared to be some sort
West Indian or Asian.

'This is Paul,' Ray stood in the small hallway for a moment, he gave Arron
a casual nod. 'Paul is from Guyana, top of South America before you run for
an atlas.'

Ray gave Arron a slight smile and Arron nodded in return. He rarely saw Ray
but what he saw he liked. Darren's brother was a big lad and muscular, he
was over six feet and if anyone could handle Ryan it would be he. His mate
Paul was just as big and looked to be a little older than Ray's nineteen
years, maybe twenty or twenty one.

Paul was beautiful, his skin was the colour of caramel toffee and to top it
off he was drop dead gorgeous. Thin nose and lips, take away the colouring
and he could be any European young man in their early twenties. Like Ray he
was well built and looked tough, at least he did to the smaller pair of
fifteen year olds.

'Come in,' Arron took over as host and took them into the kitchen.

Predictably the two pairs sat opposite and gave each other rather
unfriendly looks until Arron got up and served them cold drinks from the
fridge which seemed to ease things a little.

'What's this about you and Arron,' Ray set the ball rolling.

'What's this about you and whatsit,' Darren snapped back. 'Dear brother,'
he added more to annoy Ray than anything else.

'My name's Paul you little twerp,' Paul spoke quite mildly.

'Sorry, Paul,' Darren looked at the table and after a second or so where he
seemed to be mustering his courage he lifted his eyes and faced his
brother. 'Arron and I are boyfriends.'

'I can handle that, Smurf,' Ray grinned. 'So are I and Paul and before you
start to stir the shit I have confessed my sins.'

'Apologising doesn't come into it then?'

'You seemed to enjoy it,' Ray's smile got broader. 'Might give you a few
tips on how to get on with your little mate.'

'We know how to get on,' Arron chipped in. 'We're not here to argue, Darren
and myself want a favour.' Arron could have kicked himself. It would have
been better to let the brothers squabble and Mark might have got lost in
the wash.

'Really,' Ray looked at Paul. 'As payment for my incest sort of thing?'

'Why not?' Darren looked at Paul and spoke to him directly. 'Don't you
think he owes me, Paul?'

'Possibly he does but I don't,' Paul replied with a smile. 'Mind you I
don't mind helping Ray out.'

'OK. here we go,' Darren looked at Arron. 'Wanna tell a story?'

'Yeah,' Arron looking a little uncomfortable but determined to clear the
air began to speak.

'Bastard,' Ray exclaimed when Arron finished his story.

'He needs a good slapping,' Paul agreed with his boyfriend.

'And I suppose this is where we come in?' Ray looked at his kid brother.

'He wants a bit of his own medicine,' Darren spelt out what he
wanted. 'Arron know's this kids parents are away all day Saturday, we know
he goes to the football practice in the morning oggling the kids and we
know he goes home to eat around half twelve. We capture him, tie him up or
something and do a gang bang on him.'

'You evil little sod,' Ray laughed.

'Come on, Ray,' Darren smiled at his brother. 'It could be fun, anyway, you
owe me for the other.'

'Come outside a minute, Paul,' Ray spoke to his friend and they got up and
left the room.

'The coloured kid fancies you,' Darren hissed excitedly at Arron. 'He's
nice isn't he.'

'Slut,' Arron laughed. 'Yeah, he is rather,' he added. Nice, the golden
brown boy was adorable! Having said that, Ray was quite tasty as well.

'I bet I know what they're chatting about ......'

'What?'

'Ray does nothing for free, I tell you that.' Darren smirked. 'My big bad
brother is after something.'

'Maybe a foursome?' Arron tested the water.

'Maybe,' Darren agreed. 'But at the end of the day we're boyfriends
..... yeah?'

'Yeah,' Arron grinned and grabbed Darren and planted a kiss on his
lips. The kiss was interrupted by the two older boys coming back into the
room.

'You want to be more careful,' Ray spoke as he and Paul took their seats
again. 'Other people wouldn't be so understanding.'

The blushing boys split and Arron fished more Cokes from the fridge, his
mother was going to go ballistic.

'Did you know the parents are going out on an anniversary thing on Friday
night?' Ray spoke to Darren.

'No.'

'Well they are, they'll be up in North London.' Ray looked at Paul and
something seemed to pass between them. 'Paul's sleeping over and if your
young friend slept over we could get sorted out for Saturday.

'We can't do anything until midday,' Arron pointed out.

'Well we can,' Ray grinned. 'Mum and Dad aren't coming back until Saturday
evening.'

'And?' Darren put in looking puzzled.

'Paul can use my room and I can use yours.'

'Where are we going to sleep then?'

'Work it out,' Ray grinned broadly. 'You can sleep in your own room with me
and Arron can sleep in with Paul ..... call it wife swopping if you like.'

'You're a cheeky sod,' Darren spluttered. 'I thought you'd got tired of my
bum,' he tacked on waspishly.

'Never, dear bro,' Ray chuckled. 'I didn't use and abuse you because I was
a sex starved bully, I did it because you're a good looking kid and I was
madly in love with your skinny body. Still am in fact.'

'Oh.' For once Darren was silent. He looked at Arron questioningly. Arron
just shrugged, he found the thought of a night with Paul incredibly
attractive

'Make your mind up,' Ray smiled at his friend. 'We'll look after your boy
for you provided you look after our animal needs next Friday.'

'I get a go this time?' Darren looked at his brother.

'No probs.'

'And me?' Arron looked at the handsome South American, he didn't intend
being used as a plaything by two near adults but if he could manage Mark's
cock up his bottom he was pretty sure he could manage Paul.

'Look forward to it,' Paul murmured.

'Deal done,' Ray stood up and Paul followed him. 'See you Friday if not
before, rugrats.'

'Well. I never,' Arron looked at Darren and grinned. Darren burst out
laughing. 'What's funny?'

'We're trying to organise a rape and we could all be so shagged out we
won't be able to get it up.'

'Don't bet on it,' Arron grinned. 'Here's the 'rents,' he'd just heard the
sound of the key in the front door.

Both boys found the evening boring, after their evening meal they were more
or less obliged to sit and watch Saturday night television which is not a
task for the faint hearted but they were dimissed for their baths and bed
around eleven o'clock. This came as a relief for both of them, they were
both looking forward to the night ahead and also having a private
conversation about the following weekend.

'Don't your parents say anything about you sleeping with your sleepovers?'
Daren looked at the single bed with some concern.

'No,' Arron laughed. 'My cousin come down from up North and we always
share.'

'Fun is it?' Darren giggled. He knew Arron's cousin Jimmy was a spotty
Geordie and not the brightest light on the Christmas Tree.

'Worth a wanky,' Arron laughed.

'Well if we sleep one on top and one under we should be OK,' Darren gave a
theatrical leer.

'Go and have your bath,' Arron rubbed the crotch of his track suit
bottoms. 'We've got unsettled business.'

'They didn't dare share the bath with Arron's parents in the house but both
did their solo routine and by the time they were all done it was nearly
midnight.

'Do you're parents ever come in?' Darren whispered as they sat in the dim
light of Arron's torch listening to his mother and father climbing the
stairs.

'Never,' he slipped his arm around his friend and chastely kissed him on
the cheek, 'Not since I was fourteen, my dad said it was a
watershed. Something to do with wanking I expect.'

Darren giggled, he was only wearing boxers and he could feel himself
tenting, he wanted Arron's clean smelling body in his arms, he wanted to
make love until they were both dried out husks. Both of them jumped as they
heard a muffled 'goodnight boys' from outside the room and that was the end
of the Saturday. Welcome Sunday.

'Let's get naked,' Arron husked and turned his torch out leaving the room
fitfully lit from the street light at the bottom of their small garden
path.

'Let's.' Darren agreed and pushed his lover flat onto his back and lay
alongside, his lips traced acrossDarren's chest and his lips toyed with
Arron's coral pink nips until the tiny pink nub felt hard in his mouth. As
Arron groaned with pleasure he started on the other one and his hand slid
into the top of Arron's briefs gently grasping the smooth skinned hardness
within. 'Get 'em off,' he growled quickly moving his head up and sealing
his lips onto Arron's in a savage kiss.

Maintaining the kiss they struggled on the narrow bed stripping until their
naked bodies pressed together and their passion eased.

'I do love you, Arr,' Darren whispered and Arron flinched as he felt cold
cream annointing his stiff spike. He felt Darren clamber onto him kneeling
either side of his boyish torso. He felt rather than saw his friend's glans
brush across his lips and eagerly opened his mouth to receive his midnight
gift.

Darren didn't allow the suck to continue too long but with his now slippery
stiffy jerking he lifted his body up for a moment and holding Arron's penis
upright gently settled his body onto his lover's hot hardness. Arron sighed
as he felt Darren's soft bottom accept him swallowing his stiffness in it's
tight heat. He made vague up and down thrusts as Darren started to bob up
and down on him. A fleeting thought of himself doing the same on the coffee
coloured Paul came to mind but he dismissed it, this was the here and now,
the rest was in the future.

'Aaaah,' Darren was moving up and down squeezing his bum every time he
dropped and Arron was thrusting upwards, it couldn't last, something had to
give.

Arron screwed his eyes shut as he felt his cocklet seem to swell even more
and then the blessed relief as his hot jism shot upwards into his friend
coating Darren's tight passage with the pearly fluid.

'Phew,' Darren slipped sideways and Arron's spunk stained cock slid
free. 'Too much like hard work that was,' he clung to Arron and they
huddled together. 'Was it OK.'

'Wicked,' Arron giggled. 'Do you want me to do that?'

'No,' Darren smiled in the dark and lightly kissed his lover. 'Just lay on
your side, sweety.'

'Sweety,' Arron choked on his own laughter until Darren put a hand over his
mouth. 'Sweety ... I like it.'

'Like this as well,' Darren whispered and parting Aron's tight little white
cheeks with his erection pushed against the boy's pucker holing in one.

'I like,' Arron pushed back clutching the pillow and still giggling until
the loving and the passion tok him. 'Fuck me, Daz.'

Friday was the last day of the Spring Term and Arron and Darren hung around
outside the school saying goodbye to some mates and making arrangements to
meet others over the long summer's holiday. Ray was supposed to be picking
them up in his car to take them home as he was nominally in charge with his
and Darren's parents leaving for their night and day out. Nothing more had
been said about sorting Mark out although Arron knew that Darren wasn't
going to let it go.

He'd been thinking in the week quite seriously about the Saturday mission
and rather hoped that it would be forgotten. The problem was that the four
of them had a midweek get together and the photographs had finally been
handed over. Ray and Paul had studied them and declared that they were
prepared to 'fuck Mark to death'. Arron suspected that the proposed fucking
had little or nothing to do with revenge, both the older guys just wanted a
game, maybe a sick game but a game nevertheless.

'Adventure night tonight,' Darren chatted as they sat on a low stone wall
waiting for Ray.

'Oh, Paul and Ray, you mean?'

'Yeah,' Darren crowed. 'I've seen you looking at him, you slut.'

'Well he is rather tasty,' Arron admitted with a grin.

'My turn next,' Darren laughed. 'What goes around come around and all that
baloney.'

'Fair enough ..... here's your bro,' he stood up as he sighted the car they
were waiting for.

Ray's banger drew upto the kerb, peering in the boys could see that Paul
was sitting in the rear with a load of shopping so Arron quickly slid into
the back and Darren got into the front with his brother. They were home
inside of fifteen minutes and went upto Ray's room to escape the parents
who were preparing for their trip, unpacking the shopping could be done
later.

'So, what's the master plan for tomorrow?' Arron asked with some
nervousness, he still rather hoped that the rape plot was going to be swept
under the carpet as it were. All he could see were complications and
trouble for the future.

'I had a sniff around this guy's place,' Paul surprisingly spoke out as he
quite happily sprawled on Ray's bed with Ray, the two youngsters hovered
uncomfortably around the small sofa which was the only seating in the room.

'Sit,' Ray barked impatiently as if at a pair of dogs.

'Yeah, go on,' Darren grinned as he draped his arm around Arron's shoulders
and they settled into the seat. 'You had a sniff around and what?'

'They leave the key under the plantpot by the kitchen door. Getting in is
easy peasy.'

'You're suggesting breaking in and capturing him when he comes back from
the sports field?' Ray looked doubtful.

'Yeah, why not?'

'What if he's pulled another youngster?' Arron smiled uncertainly.

'We save the boy from a fate worse than death,' Ray grinned. The subject
seemed to be closed as he rolled onto his side and clasped his 'friend 'in
his arms and planted a kiss on his lips.

'Guard the door, girls,' Paul laughed softly and moved into the clinch with
one leg slipping over Ray's pulling them together. The older boy's kissed
again and the two younger ones watched with interest as both of those on
the bed unzipped each other and fumbled.

Arron and Darren huddled on the sofa completely ignoring the instruction to
guard as Ray's semi erection came into view and then Paul's obviously much
darker penis also popped free. Arron was delighted to see that they weren't
the massive objects he'd been expecting but what you would call your
average six incher, Mark the rapist was bigger. he felt himself harden and
then get even harder as he felt Darren's hand knead and fondle his groin.

'Dirty cow' Darren giggled and his tongue probed at Arron's ear.

'I know,' Arron giggled as he fended off Darren and continued to watch Ray
and Paul on the bed. They were gently kissing and sharing a joint wank,
each handling the other completely at ease with their audience of two.

'Don't cum,' Ray muttered. 'We have to go down in a minute and see the
'rents on their way. I don't want to smell like a sex shop.'

'You won't if the boy's swallow it,' Paul chuckled and glanced at the two
goggling kids on the sofa. 'What say you boys,' he gently pushed Ray onto
his back and he fell back himself. Both of the seventeen year olds lay with
their erections jutting from their parted trousers.

Darren as always made the first move, he shot over to Paul's side of the
bed, gave the South American a swift kiss and then ducked down and took
Paul's dark brown shaft into his mouth. With a mental shrug Arron scampered
over alongside Ray and did exactly the same thing. The brother in law's
quite nice, he thought as he ducked his head taking Ray's plumlike glans
into the back of his throat.

'Jeeez,' both Paul and Ray groaned at the same time as the two eager
fifteen year olds settled into a cock sucking session.

Ray, of course, was much bigger than Darren, more manlike and with a much
healthier pubic bush, he even had a trail of dark hair rising to his
navel. Arron went down on the meaty mass eagerly. If his lover, Darren was
willing to play the slut then so was he, it was the brother-in-law after
all.

'Yeah, go for it Arron,' Ray moaned as the youngsters head bobbed up and
down taking almost all of his six inches down.

'Mmmmfph,' Arron gobbled as he felt the hard meat slip in and out of his
mouth and the spongy purple glans slide into his gullet. He reached around
and clasped Ray's smooth flanks grasping the firm flesh as Ray's penis
filled his mouth. Glancing sideways he saw that Darren was sucking Paul to
death, the expression on the dark boy's face was that of bliss. Arron was
as hard as a rock himself thinking of the handsome South American
plundering his bum on his overnighter.

'I'm cuming,' Ray groaned and laughed softly as Paul said exactly the same
thing.

Jeeezus. Arron thought as he felt Ray's slippery erection thob and then
spurt stream after stream of sweet spunk into the back of his mouth. He
tasted the thick, creamy glutinous yet slippery bursts covering his tongue
and coat his teeth. Ray's cum was thicker and juicier than Darrens but Daz
still had some growing to do.

'Fantastic,' Ray pulled Arron up and kised him gently. 'Hello, kid
brother-in-law,' he smiled and kissed Arron's spunky lips.

'I'm so hard,' Arron whined and put on his little lost boy look.

'Hint, hint,' Ray sniggered and started to kiss his way down the blonde
fifteen year old's body aiming for the jerking pricklet on the boy's gently
rounded belly. 'Beautiful,' he licked across the exposed head with it's
trickle of milky fluid. 'Yummy,' he absorbed Arron in one swift
movement. Arron nearly went to heaven happy, Ray was an expert sucker. He
brought the boy to the verge three or four times before he allowed him to
spurt one of the biggest cums of his young life.

Arron flopped back drained, he could see Darren with a big grin on his
handsome face and the smears of cum and Paul's wet kisses across his belly.

'Well that broke the ice,' Paul laughed and looked at Arron with a wide
grin. 'You and me tonight, little buddy.'

'You and me.' Ray looked at Darren and stared at his shrunken dick. 'I
should be able to manage that I think.'

'You wait, I'm gonna fuck you silly, bro.'

'I'll look forward to it,' Ray murmured. 'After I've sampled your tight
little arse again.'

'Shurrup,' Darren blushed and then scooted closer to Arron. 'We'll sort
that bastard Ryan out for you tomorrow, loverboi.'

Shit. Arron had forgotten all about the teenage rapist. Still he had the
night to get through first. His experiences were being rapidly expanded as
was his little ring. 'Still lovers,' he hugged his dark skinned friend.

'Of course,' Darren smiled and kissed him.

'Kissy, kissy,' Ray mocked and slipped from the bed and started to
dress. 'I think mum and dad are gone. Let's eat.'

The evening was uneventful, they watched some football highlights and then
an old Chucky video which had them all in hysterics, at the end of it their
was silence.

'A nightcap,' Ray declared and walked out to the kitchen.

'It's that time of day,' Darren made with a spooky voice. 'The brother from
hell awaits me.'

'You're looking forward to it,' Arron accused him. 'Little Mr Incest.'

'Keep it in the family,' Darren grinned. 'I've been waiting for this for
yonks, don't deny me the pleasure.'

'I don't,' Arron looked across at Paul who was busy tidying up. Fuckin'
ding dong. Apart on verging on the beautiful he had a nice tight bum as
well, he was looking for a night that would further enlarge his little boy
pussy and his pleasure. At the end of the day Ryan had done him a favour,
he'd put him into a budding relationship with his friend Darren and a night
of 'wife swopping, not a bad start for a novice.

'Here we go,' Ray walked in with a tray in his hand. 'Two Scotch and
Gingers for the big uns and two Smirnoff Reds for the children.'

'Great,' Darren eagerly grabbed his bottle and handed the other to Arron,
the older boys took a whiskey apiece and they drank without
conversation. They all knew what was going to happen after the drink and
all were looking forward to it in their own way. Mumbled goodnights and the
day was over, it was bedtime.

'Strip off for me,' Paul sat on the bed and looked at Arron as the boy
stood uncertainly by the door. 'You're a very good looking kid, do me a
striptease ..... please.'

As good a way to get started as any Arron thought, he sat down and removed
his trainers and socks. Then standing he slowly dropped his jeans and then
just as slowly removed his briefs. He then stood right in front of the
goggle eyed Paul and slowly unbuttoned his shirt which covered his
erection. The striptease came to an abrupt halt as Paul grabbed him and
pulled him onto the bed.

'You are so tasty,' he whispered as he shucked the boy's shirt up exposing
his rigid cocklet, he nuzzled at Arron's sparse pubics and kissed his
exposed glans.

'Aaaah,' Arron moaned and unclipped the waist of Paul's trousers, a moment
later he was fondling the caramel skinned youth's thick stiffness through
the thin cotton of his briefs.

'You want?' Paul whispered as he felt Arron's small hand delve into his
briefs and grasp his turgid warmth.

'Kissy, kissy first,' Arron giggled as he felt his shirt being taken off
and he in his turn exposed Paul's middle allowing the youth's dark skinned
weapon to spring free. It was definitely over six inches he decided, on a
par with Ryan's in fact and he wanted it in him so bad and then he was
going to use and abuse Paul's less than smooth bottom until they were both
drained. After that they were going to do it all again until they were
completely exhausted. He'd never had a hairy bum before, Darren was a
smoothy as was Ryan, he imagined it would be like a proper fanny, little
did he know. He knew exactly what he wanted and he wanted Paul.

'So beautiful,' Paul lapped at Arron's jerking cock and took the boy's
tight scrotum into his mouth gently moving the smaller boy around until his
head was between Arron's outspread legs and he had access to his ultimate
target. 'Ooooooh, yummy,' he laughed and dropped his head again with his
tongue lapping and pushing trying to get between Arron's tight little buns.

'Yes, yesss.' Arron giggled and thust his bum up spreading his legs
exposing his coral hued pucker.

'Yes, indeed,' Paul laughed again and flathanding Arron's buns mouthed at
the tautly spread ring sending Arron into a real giggling fit. He nearly
wet himself as he felt Paul's hot breath and then his slippery tongue
attack his most private of places.

'Ooooh,' he jerked as he felt a saliva coated finger penetrate him and then
begin to move in and out sinking deeper until it slowly massaged his
prostate. 'Do me, Paul. Please'

'I want to loosen you up a bit first, I don't want to hurt you.'

'Do me now,' Arron gasped. 'Fuck me ..... just take it easy.'

'You asked for it,' Paul dragged a pillow down and shoved it under Arron's
raised hips. He gazed at the dark rose pink pucker with just the hint of
red inner flesh and attacked again with his mouth, his tongue actually
forcing the ring of muscle to open ..... the boy was ready. 'Relax,
Arron. Tell me if I hurt you.'

'Bet on it,' Arron laughed and forced his body to relax

It did hurt but the hurt was only as Paul's swollen glans forced his ring
open to it's fullest and then eased as his slightly thinner shaft filled
the muscle. Paul's spongy glans was inside his tunnel and sinking deeper on
a coating of saliva and precum.

'God,' Paul sighed gustily and kissed the back of Arron's pale neck and
tasted the boy sweat and smoothness. 'You are so tight.'

'I bet you say that to all the boy's,' Arron giggled and pushed up
savouring the thick tube in his anus stretching his ring and now moving
quite easily. 'Go on,' his voice broke as he pushed his pert little white
bottom up onto muscular dark skinned thrusts. What had been painful and
then slightly uncomfortable was now enjoyable. He felt himself blush, he'd
enjoyed the second time with Ryan and now he was revelling in the feel of
Paul's dark brown cock up his bottom ....... Am I a size queen, or what?
The thought flashed across his mind and he bit the pillow to stop laughing.

'Yes, yes, yessss,' Paul now flathanded either side of Arron's slender
boyish body and started to smack onto the soft white globes of the boy's
beautiful high riding bottom, he was in Heaven. He felt a complete pedo, a
complete perv but the boy was fifteen, he'd virtually asked for it and to
cap it off he was rumping his own little pal. Arron was no innocent, that
was for sure. 'I'm getting there,' he dropped his body and crushed Arron
tightly just using his thrusting hips to bring about his climax.

'Aaaaaah,' Arron squealed and pushed his bottom back as he felt Paul swell
within him and then the hot squirts and spurts of the coloured youth's
thick creamy spunk coat and fill his tight little bum. It was over, he
craned his head around seeking Paul's hot lips and found them.

'Wonderful,' Paul idly stirred his limpening cock in Arron's cum drenched
bum.

'You're hardening up again,' Arron laughed. 'You up for more?'

'Can you take it, buttercup.'

'A deal?'

'Anything,' Paul stirred his reawakening penis in it's spunky nest.

'I clear out, you do it from the front and we try and cum together.'

'I thought you wanted to play the top.'

'Before breakfast,' Arron grinned. 'I'm a morning person.'

'Go and do your biz,' Paul chuckled, he could quite easily fall in love
with this little raver but both of them had partners already and he already
had very deep feelings for Ray, he didn't want to hurt him.

Arron scampered from the room with the gleam of cum and saliva shiny on his
flawless buns. Paul lay and slowly wanked himself. Was he up for more? Too
damn right he was.

This time Paul was slow and tender, he placed the much smaller boy onto his
back and raised his legs. Arron's pucker looked swollen and a little red
but the boy had been washing it and rubbing at it. He prodded with an oil
covered finger and quite easily slipped into Arron's warmth.

'I'm OK,' Arron clamped his sweet bottom on the slowly moving finger and
wanked his stumpy erection. 'Come in, do it,' he ordered impatently and
smiled up at Paul as the coloured youth lowered himself.  Arron gave long
quavering sigh as he felt Paul's knob nudge at his ring, part it and enter
his body for the second time. 'Jeez, it's so big,' he remained until Paul
had most of his cock buried and then clamped his bottom and started to wank
himself off, his smooth calves pressing on Paul's broad shoulders.

'Yeah, yeah,' Paul chanted rythmically as he pounded into Arron's sweet
flesh rocking and jolting the boy up the bed.

'I'm getting there,' Arron gasped and redoubled his efforts as Paul
continued to slip in and out.

As Arron had wished they came together, he shot his milky spurts over his
belly and Paul's stomach as he felt the familiar pumping and hot splashes
into his belly. It was a good one, a double whammy.

'Jeez,' I'm shagged,' Paul slid free and clasped Arron's cum covered body
tightly and kissing the English lad's sweet lips.

'That cums in the morning,' Arron sniggered and snuggled upto his larger
mate. He felt the stickiness, smelt the odour of fresh cum and savoured the
warmth of Paul's strong body ..... tomorrow was another day.

They made love or had sex depending on your point of view at the crack of
dawn and were down in the kitchen before Ray and kid bro, Darren. They were
all pretty much on their knees but after boiled eggs and toast as none of
them were into cooking they discussed the day's operation over coffee.

'Plan One,' Ray looked at the other three. 'We capture him in the car take
him somewhere and give him a good hiding ..... we let him know what for, of
course but that's it. Four of us should be able to kick the shit out of
him.'

'That's a bit heavy,' Arron looked around.

'You're the one who got raped, mate,' Ray grinned. 'Plan Two. We lurk in
his house and rape him, we all rape him that is.'

'Hey, that sounds more fun,' Darren piped up.

'Sicko,' Ray laughed. 'But as Arron says it is heavy so we have to be clear
what we're upto.'

'If we're in the shit, we're in the shit together,' Paul observed.

'Exactly,' Ray looked at his lover. 'Very well put, sweetnuts.'

'You should know, you've sucked 'em enough,' Paul grinned.

'Yeuchy,' Arron and Darron exclaimed in unison.

'Come on, what's it to be?'

'Rape,' Darren spoke first after looking at Arron.

'OK, rape,' Arron agreed.

'I'll go with the boys,' Paul smiled.

'Then as Chairman, I declare the meeting over,' Ray stood up. 'First of all
we need to see him leave the field and with whom if anybody. Then we shoot
to his place whilst he's walking back and we'll be in position when he
arrives.'

'What if he takes someone home.'

'They get to watch, get fucked or fuck off,' Ray answered quite
brutally. 'Playing silly buggers is not an option. This guy is a rapist and
he'd gonna get the works.'

The other three nodded. there was little left to say.

They all piled into Ray's car and drove to the school, the first step was
for Arron and Darren to scout the back field and determine if Ryan was
there or not ..... he was. Step two was to check that the key to the door
was there, it was. Finally step three and that was to make sure that the
house was empty. It was.

Back in the car the gang sorted out the details.

'Field to house ..... how long,' Ray looked at the boys.

'About twenty minutes,' Arron spoke.

'Good, gives us stacks of time,' Ray grinned really getting into the
plot. 'As soon as he leaves we shoot up here and myself and Paul lurk in
his bedroom. As soon as he's in the house you tiddlers come in behind and
cut of his escape.'

'What if he locks the door behind him.'

'He won't, it's a communal key ..... silly sods, asking for trouble,' Paul
looked at Arron and gave him a sexy wink.

'If he brings a boyfriend home he might drop the inside latch,' Darren
suggested quite sensibly.

'He didn't with me,' Arron mumbled. 'He had his own key and just slammed
the door.'

'OK. we'll go with it,' Ray decided.

They shot back to the field just in time to see Ryan leaving and just to
get everyone excited and slightly alarmed he had a youngster with him, a
rather pixyish boy of maybe thirteen or fourteen, the same boy they'd
noticed last weekend, he was probably a bit younger than Arron and
Darren's.

'He likes his meat young,' Paul chuckled.

'He won't after today,' Ray grinned savagely. 'Any trouble and you two
handle the kid,' Ray spoke over his shoulder to the boys in the rear of the
car and then drove off. He overtook the pair walking and parked down from
the house a little. The four entered the house and Ray and Paul went up to
Ryan's bedroom. Arron and Darren in a change of plan hid in the parent's
bedroom a place that Ryan was hardly likely to go.

'Don't touch anything,' Arron whispered as he and Darren stood behind the
door. 'Fingerprints.'

'Prat,' Darren giggled. 'Exciting innit?'

The house was silent, the two older boys were behind the door in Ryan's
room and the two youngsters were in position. They all heard the slam of
the door and the sound of voices. There was noise in the kitchen and
suddenly they could hear the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs.

'Come upto my room, we can play some music.' It was Ryan and he was
obviously talking to the other boy.

'Dunno really,' a youngish treble answered. 'I can't hang about.' The voice
sounded nervous and slightly suspicious.

'Come on,' Ryan coaxed the boy and after a pause opened the door to his
room.

All hell broke loose.

Ryan shoputed out in alarm as he spotted the two older boys and attempted
to leave, his younger friend or his pickup bolted straight into the arms of
Darren and Arron who had emerged from the parent's bedroom. As the three
youngsters fell on the floor and struggled on the small landing as they
could hear the sound of curses and a struggle going on in Ryan's bedroom.

'We should have let this prat go,' Darren panted as they finally subdued
the struggling blonde kid.

'I'll go, I'll go,' the kid sobbed. 'I don't even know this guy.'

'You don't want to,' Arron snapped and then relenting smiled down at the
prostrate boy, he was rather tasty. 'Get up, we've got a show to go to.'

In Ryan's bedroom everything was under control, Ryan was sitting on his bed
crimson faced and the Ray and Paul stood over him.

'We're not fucking burglars, shithead,' Ryan was talking. 'Hi guys,' he
glanced sideways as the three boys entered the room.

'What the fuck you doing here?' Ryan shot to his feet and promptly
collapsed as Paul gave him a rather light punch in the belly. Ryan glared
at Arron. If looks could kill.............

'You've been accused or rape and found guilty,' Ray intoned

'Piss off,' Ryan's voice broke he knew exactly what was happening. 'He was
willing, he suggested it, it wasn't rape.'

'Bollocks,' Arron blushed bright red. He couldn't believe Ryan had said
what he had, what if his friends believed the seated boy? 'You fuckin'
liar,' he leapt towards the bed but Paul restrained him.

'Mmmmm. We have a problem,' Ray looked at Paul busy holding a wriggling and
furious Arron. 'Who's this kid an old chum?' He glanced at the other boy
whom Darren had crowded into a corner.

'A new friend.'

'Very nice,' Ray sneered. 'The next victim, I assume.'

Ryan blushed. 'Sod off all of you, you can't prove anything.'

'Oh ho,' Paul grinned. 'Fancy little blondes do we?' He looked at the
seated boy. 'So do I but I don't rape them,' he kissed Arron lightly on his
short blonde hair.

'It's his word against mine you fuckers.' Ryan sprang to his feet and took
a swing at Ray which was absolutely the wrong thing to do, Ray struck in
response knocking Ryan back onto the bed with blood trickling from a cut
lip.

'Try that again sunshine and I'll slaughter you,' Ray snarled.

'He asked me home as he was training to be a coach,' the blonde boy piped
up. 'He said he'd show me a few tricks. I thought we were going to have a
kickabout in the garden but he asked me upto his bedroom.'

The junior vigilantes looked at each other and Darren laughed down at the
sullen faced Ryan.

'Good enough for me,' Paul spoke to Ryan.

'That Arron begged for it,' Ryan came to life. 'He's a little slut, half
the kids in the school have fucked him,' he attempted to spring up again
and this time Ray's fist shot out and connected with his jaw, he flopped
onto the bed out like a light.

'He's a liar, he's a bloody liar,' Arron was sobbing and holding onto Paul.

'I know, I know,' Paul soothed Arron and Darren left his captor and huddled
against Arron's back.

'I believe you, Arr.' He looked at his older brother. 'That kid is a liar,'
he stared venomously at Ryan's prone body. 'He's a rapist and he was gonna
have a go at this kid here as well.'

'Marky,' the kid provided, his voice broke in a squeak betraying is tender
years.

'I believe Arron,' Ray declared. 'Wanna see some justice done, Marky?'

'Yeah,' the boy looked wide eyed at the scene before him. He'd been scared
at first but he was smart and he'd gathered what was going on after a few
minutes or so. Paul and Darren were comforting the still sobbing Arron and
Ray was standing guard on the now recovering Ryan. He could have run and
they would probably have let him go but in his mind he knew that the kid on
the bed would have probably had a go at him. In hindsight it was as clear
as crystal. Yes ..... he did want to see some justice done.

'Rape time,' Paul grinned at Ray.

'Justice time,' Ray agreed. 'Old Testament; an eye for an eye, a rape for a
rape.'

The two older youths bundled the three boys over to the window to watch and
to watch out and they set to work. Short lengths of cord and a gag appeared
and Paul began to strip Ryan's shoes and socks off whilst Ray held the
struggling boy down.

'Whatcha doing,' Ryan sobbed and struggled. He was getting frightened, he
had no chance against the black and the white strangers, they were both
bigger and tougher than he was. 'Fuck off, fuck off,' he started to shout.

'Bugger this,' Ray shoved a discarded sock in Ryan's mouth shutting off the
screaming. He tied the gag around Ryan's head holding the sock in place,
whilst he had been doing this Paul had unclipped the boy's khakis and
tugged them down exposing floral boxers.

'Shirt first,' Paul nodded at Ray and with a struggle they got Ryan's shirt
off over his head and tied his hands to the centre strut of the bed's
headboard. Ray was now secure apart from his wildly kicking legs. The three
boys by the window goggled at the show in varying degrees of shock.

'Boxers?'

'Boxers,' Paul agreed and they tugged the gaily printed shorts down fully
exposing Ryan in all his naked glory.

'Wow,' Marky exclaimed and giggled. Ryan was erect, Ryan had a hardon.

'Wow, indeed,' Darren grinned at Arron and draped his arms around his young
lover and the other boy.

'Do his balls,' Ray instructed and Paul fished a ribbon from his pocket and
smoothing their captor's heavy scotum down tied it at the neck securing the
nads in the down position.

'What's that for?' Marky whispered.

'It'll stop him cuming if he gets too excited with all this,' Paul
responded and looked at the three by the window. 'Some people get off on
raping and being raped,' he gave Ryan a light slap on the belly which left
a quite visible red handprint. Ryan was not having a fun day. He was
totally naked apart from his boxers tangled around his ankles, he was
embarassingly hard and he was at the mercy of two big guys with an audience
of three schoolies.

'Missionary first,' Paul looked at Ray.

'I think they call it the Choir Master', Ray laughed and turned Ryan over,
they removed his boxers totally and told Arron and Darren to hold an ankle
each towards the corners of the bed leaving the junior rapist fully
exposed. Marky remained by the window watching the show with his mouth
open. He folded his hands over his groin, he didn't want the others to see
that he was as stiff as a board, the whole carry on had left him turned on
like never before.

Oh. my Gawd. The two older boys were stripping off now. The only naked
people he had ever seen were his school chums at sports, now he was being
treated to the sight of two fully grown young men showing their all. He
glanced at Arron and Darren holding their victim's ankles ..... now there's
a pair he'd like to see naked.

'Nice bum,' Ray ran his hand over Ryan's fully displayed buttocks lightly
intruding his finger into the boy's slightly parted crack. 'Bit hairy
though.'

'It's his age, he'll be a right Hairy Fairy when he's a bit older,' Paul
looked unconcerned as he stood totally naked with his fat dark brown cock
jutting like a spear.

'You go first,' Ray croaked looking at his lover's penis now oozing
precum. 'Seems you have a need.'

'Yeah,' Paul knelt on the bed between the outspread legs and placed his
hand on Ryan's shoulders pinning him down. The boy had stopped struggling
now, perhaps he had accepted his fate.

Marky and the other two boys watched intently as Paul slipped his oozing
erection between Ryan's clenched cheeks, worked it deeper and then gave a
savage thrust.

Ryan's body bucked and spasmed as Paul's thick brown cock speared into his
tender bottom. Unbeknown to the others he was totally hard but his erection
was trapped between his body and the bedding and in any case was tied
up. The pain of the violation made him screeam but the sock in his mouth
kept him silent.

God, the pain and then he felt Paul's smooth belly on his spine.

Paul started to fuck roughly, fast and deep. he moved his knees out forcing
Ryan's to move outwards and the younger man's bum to raise onto his
thrustings. God, Ryan was a good fuck, it was a pity that the circumstances
weren't better he told himself as he ploughed very deep and very hard.

Ryan's was sobbing into the pillow, the pain was never ending as he clamped
his buns trying to stop the intrusion of Paul's thick manmeat.

'Relax, it won't hurt so much,' Paul whispered as his head dropped and he
nuzzled Ryan's sweaty neck, it was the least he could do.

Ryan tried it, he let his body go limp and willed his arse to accept it's
unwelcome visitor and sure enough the pain dimmed, it didn't go away but it
was easier.

'Good fuck?' Ray asked with interest as he nuzzled at Darren's ear watched
by a rather jealous Arron and a totally hard Marky.

'Good enough,' Paul grunted. he could feel the heat rising, he was about to
pop. 'Jeeezus,' he rammed in as deep as he could and offloaded his load of
hot cum into Ryan's quivering flesh.

Ryan sobbed into the pillow and tried to stop the saliva soaked sock
choking him, he'd been violated, he could feel the cum thick and warm in
his belly and between his legs as Paul slid free.

Marky on his own by the window slid into an old wicker chair. As Paul's
slippery hardness had emerged from between Ryan's cheeks he had felt his
own cocklet jerk and twitch and then the wet warmth in his own briefs, he
had actually cum without touching it. It was so cringe making he just hoped
the wetness didn't soak through to his shorts which were luckily navy blue.

Ray was next up, he followed his lover's lead by positioning himself and
then lunging into Ryan deep and hard pinning the sixteen year old to the
bed. The fuck was fast and furious and he came in record time ...... Ryan
was double fucked but it wasn't over yet.

'Flip him over boys,' Ray gasped as he flopped out on the bed alongside the
well fucked Ryan. There was giggling and confusion as the three boys and
Paul managed to turn Ryan over and lay him onto his back and resecure his
hands to the headboard.

'He's as red as a beetroot,' Darren giggled.

'He's as hard as a rock,' Arron contributed.

Marky said nothing but just huddled between them quite sure that his shorts
were showing signs of his cuming.

Arron made the first move, he grasped Ryan's super hardness and slowly
moved his hands up and down, Ryan's eyes bulged at the pent up pressure in
his balls. Marky gave an audible groan, he could feel his cocklet filling
out again, he was getting another erection.

'Take his gag out, the poor sod's suffocating,' Paul looked at Ray and Ray
nodded.

'We're gonna take this gag out to give you air, don't yell or shout or back
in it goes ..... you understand. Ryan vigorously nodded his head, his face
was scarlet.

Ray removed the rag and Ryan gulped in fresh air.

'Please......' he whined.

'Please nothing,' Ray snapped. With an evil grin he bent over and took
Ryan's blood red member in his mouth and gave it a gentle suck for a few
moments.

'Stop, stop.' Ryan pleaded.

'Leave his ankles,' Paul said in a hoarse voice.

The boy's did as they were told and then to Ray's amusement and the boy's
shock he mounted the bed and knelt between Ryan's outstretched legs. With a
grin he hoisted the still pinioned boy's legs up and folded them back onto
his chest. Ryan mumbled a protest as he felt Paul thust into his flooded
hole smoothly and effortlessly.

'Aaaaaaah,' Ryan moaned but didn't protest as Paul began to fuck him silly
for the second time. It was about this time that the ever randy Darren
grabbed Arron and Marky and dragged them onto the carpet alongside the bed
out of sight of the older boys still intent on their return rape. All the
fight was out of Ryan now and he just prayed for it to end, he gobbled as
Ray straddled his chest and carefully slipped his reawakened erection into
his hot wet mouth. He sucked and salivated as Ray's cock slipped in and out
and Paul's thick dark brown penis ravaged his sore bottom.

On the floor Arron and Darren played with an eager Marky in the middle, the
three boys giggling and laughing dropped their trousers closely followed by
assorted briefs and boxers. Marky squealed with a mixture of surprise and
pleasure as he felt Darren's mouth and tongue at his tight little white
arse and Arron's hot mouth take in his stiffly jerking four inches of
boymeat.

'He's shot in his pants,' Arron grinned and spoke around a mouthful of
succulent boymeat.

'I couldn't help it,' Marky blushed.

'No matter,' Arron resumed his meal and Darren assaulted the boy's rosebid
finally slipping a finger inside the virginal ring.

'Eeeeek,' Marky squealed as he felt another boy's finger up his bum and
then more pressure as Darren forced two fingers through the tight rubbery
and slippery ring. 'No please don't,' Marky begged. 'Don't fuck me.'

'I won't,' Darren soothed and contented himself with slowly moving his
fingers inside Ryan's prospective victim. 'Only when you're ready. I'm not
a fucking Ryan.'

'Ooooooh,' Marky's response was a watery jet of milky cum quickly swallowed
by an eager Arron. The smaller boy limp, played out and generally knackered
the juvenile lovers immediately assumed the famous sixty niner watched by
an exhausted Marky, the boys had lost all interest with what was happening
on the bed.

As the two fifteen year olds on the floor worked their way to a mutual
climax Marky finally plucked up the courage to pull up his shorts and peep
over the edge of the bed and then to reseat himself to watch the
culmination of the show. Paul was still pounding away on his second fuck
but Ray was groaning and suddenly he tensed and with a slight move in his
chair Marky could see the older boy's prick spurt creamy spunk into the
captive's mouth and then all over his face. Ryan swallowed manfully but all
the same nearly choked on Ray's cream. Suddenly Paul gave a long gasping
moan and jetted and splashed his second load into Ryan's well battered and
flooded bottom. Ryan's legs rested on Paul's back and he lay there with his
eyes closed and his cum smeared mouth wide open, he was done for.

Marky grinned at the noise below as both Arron and Darren came in each
other's mouths, it seemed that they were finished as well.

'All over kid,' Paul slid free dragging a flood of semen from Ryan's
flooded bum, 'You're done.' Both of the young men sat on either side of the
bed and stared down at their victim ..... what now. They were joined by a
pair of heavily breathing boys, Arron and Darren had appeared for the
finale.

'What now? Arron asked. He felt sorry for Ryan who looked absolutely
shattered as well he might after what he'd gone through.

'Mission Statement,' Ray spoke to them all and then addressed Ryan. 'You
interfere with me or mine again and it'll be baseball bats next time
..... you understand?'

'Yeah,' Ryan croaked.

'If you want sex; chat 'em up, even pay 'em but don't entice them up here
and go for rape ..... you understand?'

'Yeah.'

'My brother and his friend and probably the youngster here will continue to
use that field on a Saturday morning. I suggest you find another hobby
..... you understand?'

'Yeah.'

'Cross me or my man and you're in really deep shit,' Ray tapped Ryan on his
sweat and spunk stained chest. 'You understand that one?'

'Yeah, yeah. Please leave me alone,' Ryan sobbed and began to cry long and
hard as they untied his hands and began to recover their gear.

Arron looked at Darren, he felt tears in his own eyes as he saw Ryan curl
in a ball with his cock still secured looking like a salami, hugely swollen
and blood engorged.

'Yeah, Darren nodded. 'Final lesson?' He looked at his older brother.

'Whatever,' Ray shrugged as he pulled his jeans back up and cast around for
his trainers.

As if rehearsed Arron and Darren clambered onto the bed watched by the
older boys and Marky. They gently spread the crying Ryan out on his back
and untied the tight tape from around the base of his cock and his
scrotum. As Ryan mumbled a 'thank you' and sighed with relief they both
ducked their heads and started to suck and lap.

'You might need us,' Darren remarked at one stage. 'But we don't fuckin'
need you ..... understand.'

'Yeah, alright, alright,' Ryan gasped as his cock got harder and
harder. Even in his shock he felt a third mouth at his privates and
groin. Marky was on the bed and with sparkley eyes and eager lips took
pride of place by swallowing Ryan's tender bulging glans.

When it was over the three juveniles carefully guarded by the big boys
wiped themselves clean of Ryan's massive cum and got their clothing sorted
out. It was all over and they all felt a sense of climax, justice had been
done and hopefully it was all over. Ryan had turned over on his bed and
they could hear his snuffles as he nursed his sore bum and his shame.

The five of them bundled into Ray's car with the three youngsters in the
back seat.

'Right boys. We've got a life to go to,' Ray laughed and looked at
Paul. 'Drink maybe?' Paul nodded.

'Can you drop us off at my place?' Arron asked.

'What about Marky?'

'I'm going with them,' Marky replied in a very small voice.

'Fair enough,' Ray laughed and Paul grinned over his shoulder, it was still
only two in the afternoon. 'I assume that you're staying at Arron's
tonight, Daz?'

'If I can,' Darren replied in his respectful kid brother voice.

'You've got it,' Ray turned the key and they were off.

Half an hour later the three boys were in Arron's bedroom discussing the
lunchtime's events.

'Do you think he'll bother us again,' Marky looked at the other two
nervously.

'No chance,' Darren replied confidently. 'Gonna join our gang, Marky?'

'How many in it?' Marky looked keen.

'Just two and you'll make three,' Darren leapt on the smaller blonde to be
joined by Arron. 'The initiation is the good bit.'

'I'll bet,' Marky giggled and then fell silent as he felt Darren's lips
press against his and Arron jerk his shorts down and nuzzle at his tight
briefs.


				  THE END


This is a Sequel rather than a Chapter/Part 2.  If Nifty don't put this and
the original MARK AND ARRON together you can find it in their HIGH SCHOOL
SECTION dated 19 Mar 04

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