Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2002 23:47:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: CompactChub <so_uncool_joe@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kev / Part 4

Part 8

A week had passed after that night, and I was still feeling guilty. I won't
deny though that it was the happiest time I had ever lived. I'm not even
sure if I will ever be that happy again.  I kept telling myself to stop
being the pessimist I had always been. It even bothered Kev who would keep
on asking me to lighten up, reassuring me that everything was ok.

I was slowly coming to terms with that fact. I had the most handsome
boyfriend in the world and we were having the time of our lives. That week
I was with him on the phone for more than 2 hours a day. We also snuck up
twice when no one was around to start building our own private tree
house. We had a no touching policy. We were not going to do anything risky
anymore. We also spent one hour at the arcade, but that was all the fun for
the week. We couldn't think of too many ways to get away.

School kept getting nearer. It was now only one month and one week
away. More importantly, my mom was back from a visit to Alice's that day
and mentioned that it was Kev's 13th birthday the next day not really
knowing how important what she had just told me was.

I was so excited, but I had no idea what to do. I couldn't go over, I
couldn't see him. I needed to find a way. His mom was now really wondering
why and with whom he stayed so much on the phone.  He first made up and
imaginary friend and said he was talking to him, but then she wanted to
meet him so he had to say that he had fought with him. That made the phone
even harder to use.

I emailed him. It was the only thing left to do. I told him to meet me by
the tree house as soon as it got dark that night. I told him I just wanted
to tell him something for a minute and I would leave.

I didn't receive an email in return but still went. The tree house was only
two minutes away from his house, about 8 from mine. All it had was a ladder
and some wooden boards that only surrounded it from three sides. It was
more like a tree room, but I was mostly private and something we could call
our own.

I waited and waited. I was making sure nobody was looking so I could go
back home. That was when I heard footsteps. It was Kev!

He climbed up and we embraced.

" I missed you so much," I said.

"Me too"

"Hey look who's glad to see you," he laughed pointing at his arrow. I mean,
dick.

"Hehe"

I couldn't help but give it a little rub from the outside.

"Man you're making me way too horny, quit it please" he said.

"Awww it's just a little pre birthday present. It's not everyday you become
a teen you know."

"Heeeeey, how'd you find out? I was gonna tell you tomorrow."

"You can't hide anything from me!" I smiled. "I know every little detail
about you"

"Did you see that note I left you from the last time?"

"Nope where is it?"

"In our secret hiding spot right there"

I looked well till I found the little piece of paper. It read " I want to
thank you from the bottom of my heart for being there when I needed you
most." My heart leapt in joy.

"Awww Kev, that's the nicest thing anyone has said to me".

It really was.

I kissed him so much. He stopped me before I got outta hand. I was lusting
for him more than ever.

"I gotta go Alex, this is too risky. What did you wanna tell me?"

"That I love you and that tomorrow morning I want you to open your black
bag; the second zipper.  It's a surprise from me"

"Cool, you're not kidding me right?"

"Would I lie?"

"No. Bye. I'm sending you an email tonight."

"Okay," I grabbed him for the last time kissed him on the cheek and
whispered, "Happy Birthday".



Part 9


The next day was horrible. Kev's mom had a small party for him. He, a
friend he had met that summer, his brother, Jack, an old relative, and my
mom were there. Yes, my mom. And I wasn't there! I couldn't go. I wasn't
invited anyway.

I sat all day doing nothing but jacking off and wondering what they were up
to. I was gloomy.  It just wasn't fair.

Well, it wasn't fair till Kev called! His voice made everything ok. All he
said was "hi" and already I was feeling so much better. His voice was so
soft, tender, and adorable.

"Happy Birthday Kev" I screamed.

"Oh my god Alex. You are the beessssst. I can't believe you bought me that
watch. Thank you thank you thank you soooooooooo much. It's the best
present ever. Mwah" he kissed the phone.  He loved the watch.

"Like it?"

"Like it? I love it. I have no idea how you got it there!"

"I've been waiting to call you all day. They just wouldn't get off me till
now. It's no fun without you, I wish you were here. What are you doing
there?" he added.

"Thinking about you," I answered which was nothing but the truth.

"I didn't want to ruin this day for me and for you, but I have bad news
Alex. My mom killed me with that news."

"What's wrong? Talk to me."

"Mom is sending us to camp next week for three weeks. I can't think of how
long it will be before I can see you again."

"No way. She can't do that. Tell her you don't wanna go" I said furiously.

"I tried. It's no use with her. She said I needed to see people my age and
make friends."

"We're screwed..."

"I know, but I'll email you from there everyday."

"Okay I guess there's nothing we can do." I was now depressed like hell.

"I'll miss you" he said.

"I'll miss you too buddy, so much."

"Kevviiiiiiiin come cut the cake," I heard his mom shout in the background.

"Go and be careful with the watch. If she sees it you're dead."

"I have a drawer that locks up." he said.

"Have fun. Happy Birthday"

"Not happy without you..." he said and hung up. He was sad and I was
sad. That last discussion tore us both apart. On my end, it felt like life
would stop for a month. what next? I needed to be patient, but that wasn't
one of my virtues. How could I not be with him for a month? They were going
away for that weekend and then on Monday, he was going to camp. I couldn't
see him for about 30 days. I had to live with it...


Part 10


I did live with it. I wouldn't really call it living though. My life at
that point had become even worse than before I met Kev. My room was
messy. I smelled. I did nothing all day except log on to the net chatting
with some old friends, telling my story here and there to the ones I could
trust. On the net, things were simple. All you are is a nickname, you don't
have to feel bad about yourself.

I sent tens of emails to Kev's mailbox. It was only his first day at sleep
away camp. I had to make sure he was fine and settled.

He didn't answer the first couple of days. "Maybe they didn't have internet
access there?" I thought to myself. I worried more. I took pleasure in
worrying, I sometimes wonder why.

My emails became obsessive. I was like a paranoid mom who had lost her
son. "Where are you?  Please answer. Please answer" I wrote over and over
again. I knew where he was, why was I asking?

I began wondering if the reason he didn't write back was because I had sent
too many emails.  I thought that I had probably flooded him that he got
mad. When I think about that now, I remember how stupid and immature I
was. I mean only three days had gone by. That's hardly enough time for them
to get settled in their cabins.

I locked my door and cried. I was now realizing that I was sickly obsessed
with the boy and that I should back off. I was making too big a deal of
things. Maybe I didn't love him as much as I convinced myself I did. Maybe
it all was because of the intrigue of forbidden love.

I backed off. Three more days went by and I wasn't all worried anymore. I
began to take notice of how weird I was acting, so I relaxed. I mean I
loved him but he was at camp and there was no need for me to make such a
mess of it. I ate better that day. I even slept better and slowly and day
by day was getting back to sanity.

I went out with some of my friends, something I hadn't done for almost a
month. I decided it was the best thing till Kev came back from camp.

It worked.

I came back home healthy, happy, and relaxed for a change.

At that time when I was all normal again and when I least expected it, I
got mail. A week had gone by. I was anxious for it to open.

It was a fairly long email. In the beginning he told me how much he missed
me and how he couldn't email me till then because of the different
circumstances at camp.

He told me that he'd been reading my emails for an hour. He joked about it
but it seemed to have bothered him a little. He added that he was fine and
that I shouldn't worry, no one was giving him any trouble. He said I
sounded worse than his mom when I worried like that. Then he began telling
me about camp and how they all settled down. Obviously, he was really
having fun because his words displayed sheer excitement. He told me about
this and that and every little detail about camp and the new friends he met
and how they were all shy at first. One friend he wouldn't stop mentioning
was his cabin mate Chad. It was all Chad this and Chad that. There was one
detail about Chad I surely did not want to hear about. As Kev put it, Chad
was so cool, almost as cool as I was. Why? Because he knew all the cool
stuff I did and they were now jack off buddies. He said they would jack off
together as the beds were so close together and everyone was asleep. I was
reading it all, but at the same time wishing I wasn't. He meant it in an
innocent way, he was just being honest about what he was doing all day. I
was the one who asked him to tell me.

I was jealous. I couldn't believe myself, but I was, of a thirteen year old
boy, Chad. All the nights I just sat there depressed, that ass was playing
with my boyfriend's dick, I couldn't believe it, it was horrible.

Kev had to add that I was still his boyfriend and he didn't like Chad more,
they were just doing it for fun. I realized that Kev didn't know how much
he hurt me because if he did we wouldn't have done it. He was too loyal. He
ended his email with kisses bla bla bla and wishing I was having as much
fun as he was.

Yeah right, having as much fun. I was so jealous I wanted to be 13 again
and enroll at that camp.  I emailed him trying to take the Chad thing
lightly. I said I was glad he was having so much fun but joked that if he
and Chad got too close, I would have to find myself another boy. I felt
like I sounded so perverted. I mean he was having fun with someone his own
age, how weird for him must it be that a "guy" whose older wants him.

I gradually got over the Chad issue, it was kids play.

Four more days and I got another email. That time he sent one on his own, I
mean not replying to anything I sent.

It was all the usual stuff until he wondered what he should have answered
Chad. Chad had asked him if he were gay. Again, Kev got confused. Matters
like that troubled him most. Similar matters trouble me. That Chad was
nosing too much into Kev's business and I didn't know if Kev would at some
point say something stupid. Too many thoughts got into my head. I began to
wonder if Chad was gay, which sounded possible, and if he would influence
Kev. Mainly, I was worried that he would steal him away from me. After all,
he was his age, he was fun, funny, and cool. I was pissed.

The issue troubled me a lot. I had to think of things from another point of
view. What if they got too close and Kev told him about me? I didn't want
things to get too out of hand.

I emailed him right back that instant. I told him Chad would cause him
trouble and it would be best just to avoid and ignore him. I also told him
that I was going to try and meet him up there.

A minute later, just one minute, I got a response. It seemed he was on the
computer at the time.  "I can't say much I'm surrounded" he wrote, "but
your coming here is a BAD idea. Please don't come. I beg you. I don't want
anymore trouble, especially not here. I'll take care of Chad, don't worry,
we haven't talked about that anymore."

He was right, but I couldn't admit it. I wanted to go talk to him if only
for a second, just to let him know what to say and do. Jealousy played a
big part in that although I wouldn't also admit that at the time. I
convinced myself it was only for Kev's protection. Now, I regret what I did
and thought, I was too irresponsible and too stupid. I had made my first
mistakes right there.


Part 11


Being the movie lover that I was, I always got ideas from them. I took a
cab and went up to the camp late at night. I knew in which cabin he was
from the way he described them. Of course, my small binoculars accompanied
me. The camp was huge and well lit in many areas. I investigated everything
from the entrances to the exits to the safe spots. I took note of when and
how the counselors would go in and check on the kids. I figured out that at
ten thirty the counselors would stop checking and go to bed. That's when
three uniformed men patrol the camp. Either their patrol was too obvious or
I was really good at what I was doing. I stayed for two hours.  Their
pattern was so easy to trace. None of them would be anywhere close to every
cabin for about 10 minutes! In turn they'd move away from one towards
another and each one in turn would be free of watch for 10 minutes once
every hour. It was an hourly cycle I gathered. I was loving every moment of
this. It was so exciting. No wonder I always wanted to become a spy as a
kid.

I went back home with the same taxi. I told him I had a party at a house a
few minutes far from the camp and needed to be pickup up. I also told my
mom the same except the detail about the camp. I was convinced my plans
were bullet-proof.

I got all ready to go again the next day. It was the same plan with another
taxi this time.  I arrived. Kev's cabin was the closest to the acres of the
woods where we could get away and talk. I made sure for the next half hour
that I had the watchers' pattern correct. I did and at eleven, I ran up
quickly all around the border of the camp to enter from the woods. I was
very punctual. I was in their cabin at 11:02.

Getting caught was not an option for me as I had no backup plan
whatsoever. As for Kev, I thought about taking his bag so that if he went
back in and someone saw him, well, he'd be in trouble, but at least his
excuse would be that he went out because he didn't want to lose the bag he
forgot outside.

I walked on air, very quietly. It was dark, I couldn't see a lot, but
enough to walk carefully.  I looked around all the sleeping boys till I
found Kev. Next to him was the famous Chad. If I was ever jealous, it was
nothing compared to how I felt when I looked at him. He was a very cute
boy. Of course, nothing could ever compare to my Kev. Besides, Chad looked
skinny like a billiard stick, but handsome enough to make my trip feel
worthwhile.

I put my hand on Kev's mouth and woke him up. He was so astonished and half
asleep at the same time.

"Sssshhh" I whispered. "Let's go outside, I just got to talk to you for one
second."

"You're crazy. What are you doing here? You want to get us killed?"

I put some shoes on his feet as he was trying to wake up and scream at
me. I knew he wouldn't shout because everyone would wake up. I grabbed him
with one hand and his bag with another and tried to pull him out of the
cabin.

He resisted a lot, but quietly, making sure no one woke up.

"Stop it. Go back home now. Please." he begged.

"It's all under control. Relax I know what I'm doing. We'll talk when we're
out."

He stopped fighting me. Some boys were starting to wake up. No sooner, they
all were fully asleep.

We stepped out of the cabin and I gagged him till we were out far in the
woods after the five minute run.

"You're crazy," he said again.

"We already established that point,"

"Are you kidnapping me?" he asked really having no idea why I had gone to
such extensive measures to see him. When I think about it now, there really
was no reason. I was foolish.  Simple. Love blinded me.

"No." I laughed. "I just needed to talk to you,"

He looked very sad and angry. What I didn't realize was how scared he was.

"Why Alex?" he asked. "Why couldn't you wait one more week. Five more days
and I'd be back. Why do you have to scare me all the time. I hate feeling
scared never knowing who's gonna catch me and where. We're gonna get in
trouble. I hate you Alex, I wanna go back and sleep."

"You can't" I jumped.

I stroked the boy's cheek. It was impossible not to love him. How could
anyone look upon him and not feel deep love? Tenderly, I brushed the soft
hair on his forehead. He was blameless. He was the victim of my perversity
and I felt bad that he said he hated me, even though I was sure he didn't
mean it.

I explained it all to him from how I found it all out to when we had to be
back. It was 11:20 and we had to have him back by 12:10 at most.

"Awesome. You did all that yesterday night?" he was amazed and kept called
me James, for James Bond. It was his favorite movie after all.

"Yep"

I felt proud. He relaxed after all mostly because he thought the lost bag
idea was a good one.  But he was still expecting some super important
conversation with me.

Knowing that, I couldn't think of anything very important except for the
Chad issue. The very honest reason I was up there was because I wanted to
see him and feel him. I felt proud of having achieved what I did and now
that I had survived, I was sort of lost for words.

"I have to know." I said.

"What?"

"Do you still like me? Or do you like Chad now?"

"No I still like you. I think Chad is an idiot compared to you."

"Don't be stupid," he added. "No one could ever do the things you did for
me."

He felt offended by that question and quickly put his arms around me and
his head dropped to my chest. He was so sensitive and tender. He cared so
much seeing me sad and jealous. It was so sweet.

"I'm sorry I said I hated you. I don't I swear. I was just scared." he said
kissing me softly.

"It's ok Kev, you were right. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it first."

We had about forty minutes left. We sat down on the sand. It was clean and
white as we were not too far off the water. Surrounding us all over were
very tall trees.

Kev got up and sat on me with his back to me like it was our custom to
do. We talked about Chad and the camp. I missed him so much it felt like it
had been years since I last saw him. He missed me even more when he
remembered how good he felt when he was with and around me.

"I have a question Alex." he said looking at the sky.

"Shoot"

"Why does it feel so dirty and wrong Alex, what we were doing together
before?"

"I dunno Kev, it felt like that to me too. Do you regret ever doing it?"

"No way, but ever since you put your fingers up my butt the other night at
my house, I keep on feeling like something's missing down there. Like I
need to put things inside. I put my finger inside sometimes but it feels
like such a bad thing to do. Not bad in a kids sense of bad, but dirty and
wrong. I tell myself that then I remember how good it felt. Why does it
feel like that Alex?"

I hoped again that he didn't feel how horny I was getting. I felt guilty, a
feeling I was getting used to more and more everyday. It seemed to
accompany my love for Kev. I had taught him stimulation and a feeling, I
guess, he should have found out on his own. He was definitely gay.  It
would have been the same outcome in the end anyway I said to myself to feel
better. Besides, I think a Dad's presence plays a big factor in kids and
their sexuality. We both lost our fathers very early, and we both stayed
with our moms most of the time. It only made sense.

"It's ok Kev, it's ok, please don't worry. Don't fight your feelings" was
the only answer I could think of.

"I won't."

I held him tight in my arms and kissed his neck. I got an idea.

"Kev, you got any suntan lotion in that bag?"

"Yeah, but what for, it's the middle of the night."

That was the answer I wanted to hear. I grabbed the oily liquid bottle from
the bag.

"Ooooooooooh, but Alex please, what if someone sees us. No don't do it" he
got the idea but totally rejected it.

"It's ok. We're at least ten minutes away from everyone. we'll have fun for
about fifteen minutes and head back to camp. Come on I only wanna make you
feel good. I'm sure you want it and I love you, how can I not give you what
you want?"

I put down the bottle and set my hands forth underneath Kev's t-shirt. I
loved the warmth and fullness of his back and tummy, the way they totally
filled my hands as I gently grabbed the sexy flesh from top to bottom.

"What have I ever done to deserve you Alex? You're awesome."

It was totally the OPPOSITE. What had I done was the question. He was all
mine again. I felt like at that moment I had regained him from the arrogant
but cute Chad. He felt good and happy and as long as he wanted me, he was
my boy forever.

I slid off the bottom part of his shorts, just enough to enter his crack
with my fingers. I oiled my fingers and pushed open his cheeks.

The position was incredibly uncomfortable, so we moved into one that
resembled me spanking him.  He slept on me as my first finger was ready to
break an entry.

My middle finger slid in bit by bit. Every bit my finger would go in his
dick would get that bit longer. When it was all in he was fully erect.

"That feels sooooo good, like something inside me is tingling."

"Well something is tingling on the outside for sure," I joked grabbing his
pricklet lightly.

I took it back out slowly and caressed his tender butt cheeks. I longed to
make love to Kev one day. I wasn't sure though if I could or ever would. At
that same moment as my hand rolled around the soft white skin, I pledged to
myself that my dick would not penetrate his ass before his fourteenth
birthday. That way, I thought, would test my ability to control myself and
my appetite around him, and would also test the strength and longitude of
our love. Even at fourteen, I was sure the boy wouldn't have lost his
boyish charms given how hairless and small his body was.

For now it wasn't going to be hot passionate sex, but it didn't mean that
what we were doing wasn't hot and passionate. I stuck my index and middle
fingers together. I oiled them over again.  I looked for the crack as he
began to rub my groin from the outside of my jeans.

Finger-fucking him was the next best thing to rubbing his tummy and
chest. His ass was very tight and unyielding. As both tips were in I began
to push them apart. I knew that with the correct preparation, his first
fuck wouldn't have to be as painful as others.

"Could you like do it up in front. No! Deeper.... Yeah. That's it! Ohhhh
Shit" he moaned.  "Stop! Please go slower for a bit, I think." Kev
exclaimed all drowned in lust.

He loved it and kept asking me to push deeper. His ass muscles clinched my
fingers more and more every time they worked in and out.

"I can't watch this anymore Tom," I heard from somewhere around me.

I won't call it coincidence that every time Kev and I got up to doing some
stuff someone would show up. Three times we had been interrupted but this
time was different. This time it was a grown man's voice.

Quickly I took out my fingers. They made a "pluck" sound and Kev said
"ow". My heart wasn't beating, but I didn't freeze this time.

"Quick Kev run back to camp" I whispered as I looked around to see where
the voice had come from.

Kev got up and put his shorts on correctly. I stood up and Kev had already
taken one step forward when he was caught from the side by a man. As I
rushed to save him from the man's grasp, I was caught from behind myself
with very very strong arms. The grip was so tight, my ribs were gonna
crack. Still, I didn't quit wriggling and neither did Kev. It was hopeless
though. Both men were much stronger physically. Kev was shouting for the
man to let him go.

"what have we got us here Tom, some stray kids foolin' around?" the man
behind me asked. The man holding Kev was dark haired and about forty.

"Listen kid" the guy named Tom addressed me. "If you don't stop wriggling I
am seriously going to hurt you two here. Then maybe we'll take you too down
to the police."

I stopped immediately. Only the thought of him touching Kev scared the hell
out of me. Kevin stopped too as he noticed there was now nothing he could
do. He never stopped screaming till the guy's hand came over his mouth.

"So what have you two naughty boys been up to? Don't you know this is
private property?" Tom said with a little smile on his face. He turned Kev
around to take a good look at him. Kev had yet to lift his face. He looked
nowhere but to the ground.

"So you're the kid that was tingling just seconds ago. Shame on you. And
shame on him doing that to you" he said to Kev who now had his face in the
ground more than ever.

"Show me your face, boy" Tom pushed his face upwards. "Oh," he added and
turned Kev around to the other man.

"He's one of our kids Hank isn't he?"

"Yep sure is, but this one isn't, too old."

"Hmmmm. We've never see anything like this happen here before, so far from
camp." he commented to the other guy. "What cabin are you in boy?" he asked
Kev. Kev didn't answer.

"ANSWER HIM," the strong guy shouted like mad.

"Six, sir"

"Six. Yes. So many cute boys in that cabin. Shame most are faggots, shame."
he looked at the other man kind of laughing. I thought at the time that it
was the fact we were faggots was why he smiled that way. If I had known
better maybe things would have been different.

"What's your name boy"? Tom asked.

"Kevin,"

"Oh yeah, now I remember him" came the voice above me.

"How the hell did you did you get out of your cabin? Hmmm no matter now
anyway. Kevin I'm the camp director and that over there, I'm more than sure
you already know, is coach Hank."

Kev nodded. I was going to throw up. It was too hard a situation for anyone
to be in, ever.  This was the ultimate mess and there was no way out from
there.

"I'm sorry but we're going to have to call your parents and send that boy
to the camp staff, they'll decide what to do with him." he said very
assertively.

"No please no. Please. I'll do anything. Anything, but please don't do
that." I cried out in despair. I was so doomed and so was Kev.

"Oh," came Hank.

"Please," I begged and pleaded. "I'll work at camp for as many hours and as
many years as you want, I'll do anything you need, just please don't call
his parents, they don't have to know."  I was so worried about Kev, it was
unbearable.

"No need, but thank you anyway," Tom said sarcastically," This kind of
behavior is not tolerated and must be reported."

Kev started crying as he felt the man moving him.

"Please don't tell my mom, I'll do anything." Kev sobbed.

"What do you think about anything Hank?"

"We could work it out," Hank answered.

"Ok boy, I'm convinced. We'll see about a behavioral modification for you"
Hank said.

My thoughts went all the way from camp chores to spanking to sexual
gratification. Anything, I thought, but tell our parents. I was so wrong, I
had no idea.



Part 12



They grabbed us and led us somewhere. I was sure it wasn't back to camp,
but it was no time at all to complain. A few minutes, left and right turns
later we are at a cabin house. It had two rooms and smelled a little. At
this point, I could imagine what was going to happen, and I would try to
block it out of my mind. I couldn't really, it was the type of things one
reads about in dirty pedophile sex stories. I prayed to God it wouldn't be
like that.

The tough guy let me go, locked the door with a key and put it in his
pocket.

"Let's get a few things clear up front," Hank said.

"One. The cabin here is sound proof. Screaming will get you nothing, except
unpleasurable experiences. Two. Right now, Tom and I are not here, we are
at our buddy's house Morris, if you guys know what I mean, for later on. So
don't try to get smart on us. Three, we will live up to our end of the deal
and therefore you will also live up to your end. I guess that's about it.
Let's all enjoy a good night." he had a rye smile that would scare a ghost.

"Ok boy. Go in that bathroom there and get yourself washed up," he ordered
Kev, "properly" he added shouting.

We were tricked. They were never going to report us. It was only a game to
them. Poor Kev looked at me in a look I now hate to remember. It brings
back terror when I think about that look. It was so helpless, so sad, so
guilty, so confused, so angry, all at once. I couldn't look at his face
anymore. My heart was already bleeding. I was the one who had to come to
camp. It was all me, all my fault. The guilt was up to my neck strangling
me. I breathed like I was dying, an old man in his last hours.

It's the main reason I tell you all this now. Guilt. It's so powerful a
feeling. At times, the most powerful weapon known to man. It mixes fear
with the shame of the conscience. I thought for a very long time before in
fact deciding to write what happened that night at the cabin. It's not easy
to bring back lost memories engraved deep down in one's psyche. It's the
only solution now, to ease the pain. Maybe when it's all out in the open it
would be easier. Only time will tell. Time, one of the things I sometimes
wish I had less of.

Kev took the towel and went in to the shower.

"Good idea, deciding we should go get a drink," Hank winked to Tom.

"We've also got you to thank" Hank pointed at me.

He got a rope and tied it around me as tight as possible. By then I had
already been kicked in the balls and could hardly move in my lower body. He
pushed me to the floor and whispered in my
 ear.

"To thank you, we've decided to let you hang around and enjoy the show."

He had to rub salt in the wound, like what I was going through wasn't
enough. What about Kev though? I couldn't stop thinking about him. How
scared was he in the bathroom. There was nothing I could do to help. I was
helpless. I tried to reason. As I was about to say something to them, Tom
interrupted.

"Why'd you tie him up, not your taste?"

"Boys aren't boys anymore at that age. You should know better Tom."

He was right, but I wished so much that it wasn't like that. I begged
again.

"Please, try me, I'm so good you won't believe it. I'll please you guys
much more that he would."

It was useless.

"Nah, besides your young friend seems to like it up the ass." Hank teased
like the asshole he was.

"I'm gonna go check on Kevin." Tom said and left.

A minute later Kev came out with Tom all nude except for the groin area he
covered with his hands.

"Insides need cleaning, oh, and look, the cutey is shy." Tom said.

"Very handsome lil boy, maybe a little of that meat should be muscle
though."

"I disagree coach." he answered pinching some of Kev's flesh.

Kev looked and saw me tied up then his face dropped towards the ground.

"Stand up straight Kevin, you might be a pussy but that's no excuse to
slouch." Hank raised his voice and Kev did as he was told.

"Kevin, you better listen to him well, he was in the military and take it
from me, there is no such thing as refusal to obey." Tom said calmly.

I kept hoping Tom would feel sorry for Kev. He was the nicer of the two by
far. It didn't happen though. Tom was as horny if not hornier than Hank.

"Yeah, raised at the military school and fucked every night. My time to do
the fucking now."  Hank exclaimed.

My ears began to hurt. The words were too much to bear. They were talking
about my Kev. My handsome innocent Kev. Even I wasn't going to do anything
to him yet, and now he had two men all over him. I was there. I had to be
there. Fate would have it no other way, but to let me hear all that would
be done to the person I loved more than life itself. I stopped looking at
him. I wished I would become blind and deaf, even if it were for
life. Anything to not experience that night.

I prayed.

I wasn't religious, but I prayed. It was the only sane thing to do in such
an insane situation.  I prayed that God would decrease his pain and maybe
even throw some heart into those men. I prayed for forgiveness although I
knew I would never have it. I prayed for Kev's soul that was being devoid
of all things pure and innocent. I told God it was my fault. He knew but I
had it coming for a long while. I didn't quit. No words can describe what I
was feeling. if I tried for years, I wouldn't get it right.

Meanwhile, I didn't know about Kev. How and what was he feeling? Everything
I thought of hurt.  I kept blocking out the ugly things and nothing but
ugly would replace it.

It began. Maybe I should tell you it was rape and move on, but justice
wouldn't be served. It wouldn't be just to Kev or my conscience if I only
said it was rape.

"You'd like your ass to be pummeled wouldn't you boy?" Hank asked.

"No need to answer I heard how much you liked it before. Boys like you
should be punished for such indecent behavior and you and your ass will
be." Hank tapped Kev's cheek twice right below the red watery eyes.

"What point was this guying trying to make to himself?" I wondered. Is he
trying to make what he was doing right? I wondered how much of a moron this
guy was. Maybe, his voice turned him on. I didn't know. I was so angry,
blood filled up in my face.

Kev was pushed down onto the bed. He looked scared. No. Terrified.

Tom started to get undressed.

"Hank I want the virgin ass tonight, I'm dyin to get hold of that chub."

"Dream on boss. It's my turn. Remember you had that Asian kid last
week. Two for you, one for me.  For tonight you go second." he laughed like
a pig.

Hank stepped over and grabbed something that looked like a long, thin, hose
with a large plastic weird looking piece at the top of it. He greased the
top with a lubricant he got out of his drawer. I shivered as I wondered
what he was up to. Kev was on the bed, looking as beautiful as he was
confused. Everything was perfect about him, his body, his nose, his hair,
everything, except the situation he was in.

Kev's feet were pushed apart as far as they could go. I didn't look anymore
till I heard Kev let out a little noise. The hose was about two inches
inside him and his face looked so pitiful...

"I'm turning on the water now," Tom said.

Seconds later Kev hade a huge look of discomfort on his face.

"Stop! he pleaded. "I'll burst!"

They watched quietly as they let the water continue to flow into him. When
Tom finally did close the nozzle, Kev let out a little sigh expecting
immediate relief. He was disappointed. Hank simply unscrewed the hose and
left the tip plugging him up.

"Please take it out!" Kev said. "I'm gonna split open!" Poor kid's guts
were all filled with water.

"No, you won't. It's purified water and nowhere near enough to blow you up"
Tom said. "You'll be fine for a few minutes. Then, we'll take it out and
you'll be clean inside. It's a little ritual we've gotten used to, don't
worry."

Hank was all over Kev's tanned body checking out his features. Every time
Hank put his hand on Kev, he'd hurt him. First pinching his nipples
roughly, then squeezing his tit wildly, and finally grabbing his balls like
they were bugs he was squashing.

"Little package you got there," Hank remarked, whacked it, and went to the
other room.

Hank came back from the tiny room with a whip, some cuffs, masking tape,
and some more lubricant.

without my realizing I let out a very loud
"STTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP,"

"Don't hurt him," I continued shouting.

"Hank," Tom called. "Shut that kid up, would you?"

He threw the pile on the floor and came over to me. I was generating all my
power trying to get out of the rope. I was wriggling, shouting, shivering,
anything just to stop what was happening.

Hank kicked me in my balls again, gently this time, and put lots of tape on
my mouth. That was it, my resistance from that point on was over.

"You better not bother us a lot boy, or then I'll seriously have to hurt
your little Kevin. Same goes for you Kevin, if you care at all about this
guy you won't nag or curse, or I swear, I'll kill him."

Hank then yanked the plastic out of Kev's ass as the water exploded out of
him.

"Drop down and give me 20 push ups boy, I'm looking forward to a moist
fuck."

That was strange. I wasn't expecting him to order that especially after a
shower. Even Kev didn't expect that, and took his time getting down. That
was to his disadvantage. Hank raised the whip and unleashed a really hard
whip onto Kev's butt cheeks. I convinced myself that I was deaf and wasn't
hearing Kev sigh out in pain.

"You wanna hurry that up a little, I can't wait all night" Hank shouted.

Kev's ass was turned towards me as he began his, well, whatever the shit
wanted him to do. He was pretty fit, but not fit enough to do twenty
push-ups with Hank's foot pressing down on his back.  Kev's balls went up
and down as he completed his first. At about the fifth, Kev dropped
completely on the floor to take a breath. He got whipped again, only this
time, it was that much more concentrated on one spot and followed by
another one to his back.

The one to his back must have killed him as I can now remember the shriek
that could almost break a window. When I concentrate, I can recall the
shouts and screams, but that night, from the first whip, I became deaf. I
could watch what was happening, but couldn't hear a word. The words did
enter my ears, but my brain wouldn't process them. It just kept them in
memory to torture me forever.

"No wonder you kids become faggots, cuz your parents aren't raising you
like they should. You boys need discipline. Get up sissy boy, show us some
muscle." Hank lectured.

"Easy on the boy Hank. I don't like this, I'm going in. You're so
unoriginal, the same thing every time."

"Whatever," answered Hank.

Tom went in as Hank continued to administer his punishment. Kev wasn't even
allowed a one percent error margin.

"Whack, whack, whack," Hank came down on him like thunder. Kev's ass was
red like a tomato, the actual color red. His meaty back had red lines on
it. He tried his best not to mess up anymore.  He was almost done.

As if my shame and guilt hadn't reached any man's peak level, I had to go
beyond to another level. I was getting aroused. How couldn't I? Of course,
I didn't want to, hell, the idea disgusted me, but there was Kev all nude,
sexy like hell, sweating all over from chubby feet to chubby legs to his
balls all the way up to his face.

When it was all over Kev was sniffing. He had been crying. It was too much
for him to take, and the worst was yet to come. At this point, my erection
had completely faded and my heart began to feel empty.

Hank picked up Kev with a lot of ease and put him back on the bed. Hank was
very strong. Kev was short, but full, and still, Hank could have carried
him around like his briefcase. The pure strength of Hank was on display
when he removed his shirt. He was 100% pure muscle, the stocky type. His
arms were all built up like a true soldier. He was blond with hair shaved
off his head and his chest bulged out. He was a really big man and to top
it all off he had a cut fat cock about 6 inches in length.

He put on a condom, which again stunned me. It was a tiny relief though.

Hank turned Kev around, bent his knees into a doggy-style position, and
cuffed each of Kev's hands to a side of the bed.

"Don't wriggle too much or I'd have to change my mind about going nice and
slow,"

Hank lubed his fingers and stuck two of them into Kev's sore ass. "Nice and
slow, my ass" I thought. Kev got hard immediately, but was still feeling
the pain of the beatings he had taken.

"Super tight, interesting." Hank murmured.

Hank tore apart Kev's cheeks with his fingers. Kev howled in pain as Hank
stretched the hole more and more. Kev got to enjoy the feeling for only one
split second. Besides, nothing that is forced on you can ever be enjoyable.

"Kevin, now you better push with your ass like your shittin. It goes in
easier that way and I bet you'll like it; you like things inside you,"

Something was happening inside my stomach as Hank lubed his dick. My guts
hurt like hell and some vomit shot up to my mouth. It was too disgusting
and my stomach was reacting. It wasn't a lot but it was horrible, just like
the sight was.

The process took ages. The guy's cockhead was tremendous and Kev's virgin
ass so tight. He pushed into Kev slowly at first, but then he grew
impatient. Once the head slid in after much pressure and screams, Kev's
breathing became abnormal. I heard nothing, nothing except what my brain
was saying. It was repeating the word
no. "No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No."

"Take it out, please, take it out. It hurts" Kev hurled out in pain.

"Sssshhh boy, I hate sissies. You'll get it till u piss yerself," Hank said
as he called out to Tom.

Hank must have really been abused badly in his years for him to have the
rage he had. His eyes and cheeks were red in fury as he pushed hard with no
pity whatsoever for the boy. The way he was doing it was abnormal, like he
had to destroy my precious boy. All Kev could do was take deep breaths and
beg for Hank to take it out.

"AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh" Kev shouted.

Hank thrust two inches in Kev in a matter of seconds. That kind of pressure
was a guaranteed way to rip the ass muscles apart and send the boy into a
world of pain. Once most of it was in, Hank took a little time out. Kev's
hands gripped tightly as he bit the pillow trying to resist the thing that
simply was not meant to be inside him. I couldn't understand how
stone-hearted Hank was, how stone-hearted all rapists were. I mean they
really had to be sick to care less about a kid howling in pain and begging
for mercy.

"Oh s-s-h-h-i-i-t-t," Kev moaned loudly.

Hank took it all back out. Kev took quick, consecutive, doglike breaths. He
was crying hard, but didn't make too much noise so he doesn't get
whipped. Hank checked if the condom tore. It didn't, but it was all covered
in Kev's blood. I was devastated by the sight.

Tom came back in drinking a beer and holding a dildo which he handed to
Hank. "Oh, you're at it already, how's he holding up?" Tom asked.

"Very tight," answered Hank.

Tom was the complete opposite of Hank. He was older and shorter. Maybe
nicer too but not by much.  He had dark hair and eyes and a round
face. Unlike Hank, his body was full of hair and he was fat. He looked like
those bears you see on websites except a little thinner and more muscled.
Tom knelt on his knees and raised Kev's head to kiss him on the mouth as he
played with his nipples. Tom was not very aggressive with Kev except for
the minor pinch or squeeze here and there.

On the other hand, Hank had fiercely grabbed Kev's cheeks and pulled them
apart. He found the sweat-moistened hole, now more stretched than ever, and
pushed the black lubed dildo pushed against it. Again, the penetration was
nowhere near easy. Kev's body shook as the pain filled him again from the
back. It was a long thin dildo that Hank just had to shove all the way
in. Every time it hit Kev's prostate, Kev would almost jump in pain. I
couldn't imagine how much pain he was in. Tears went down my eyes as I
watched him hurt, from cuffed hands, to his sweating back and chest, to the
grueling pain in the ass. Not to mention his extra hard pricklet that had
no one to relieve it from its pain.

I guess that Hank felt that Kev's ass was ready, either that or he couldn't
wait anymore, because he threw the dildo away and held his huge package in
his right hand. The head was in that second faster. Only this time, Kev
didn't only shake and squeal in pain, he trembled all together trying to
free himself from the cuffs and wriggling his ass left and right to rid
himself from the perpetrator. Hank's hand went up and back down on one of
Kev's burning ass cheeks while Tom wouldn't stop murmuring about how
handsome, sexy, and smooth Kev was.

Kev was not even given the chance to stuff his head in the pillow as Hank
grabbed his hips and pushed in. Tom's dick was now in Kev's mouth and I
wasn't sure if he was going to suffocate or not. He was sweating so much,
his spiky hair looked like it had just come out of the shower.

Kev was being fucked both ways. From the back though, Hank was not able to
fuck yet. He would push as Kev would ark his back in pain. When Hank's
thick dick hit his prostate, Kev must have bit Tom's dick and Tom
howled. Only he didn't hit him or anything, he started to caress him gently
and calm him down. Tom must of known that Hank's dick was painful for any
gay man, let alone a boy of thirteen.

Hank had no mercy at all as he tore my little innocent boy's virgin ass
apart. He was very strong and he used his strength to plow into the
hole. Kevin wasn't moaning, he was shrieking.

A few thrusts later Hank commented on how Kev's ass was the best fuck he
had had for years. He had completely dehumanized the boy, stole away from
him every last human emotion he had left. If only Hank knew the effects of
his actions. If only Tom did...

Kev's noises were reduced to moans as he slowly but very painfully got used
to the idea.  Tom moved over and masturbated Kev's dick as Hank rammed into
him. Kevin's muscles contracted, his body wild in energy, energy that
couldn't be directed to many places. Kev's dick exploded letting out a
straight line of cum on the bed. Kev's throbbing dick and contracted ass
muscles were too much for Hank to handle. He pushed in one last time and
lost it completely orgasming almost simultaneously with Kev who let out one
huge moan.

Kev started to cry wildly as Tom milked the last drop out of him. The
throbbing in his ass stopped and Hank pulled out as soon as he had nothing
left in him. Kev dropped completely on the bed, aching knees and all. He
was exhausted, confused, disgusted, and humiliated in front of his best
friend.

Hank took off the condom, threw it in a bin and replaced it with another. I
sat there, frozen, now completely devoid of sense. Completely devoid in all
except one part of my body, the part that thrived on lust and sex and no
sick human condition would stop it from filling with blood.  Hank had to
comment, he just had to. Why did he have to? I'll never understand how
heartless he was, how cruel. That moment, his cruelty had exceeded the
villain peek point.

He unbuttoned my shorts and let out my aching dick. I was hoping and
wishing that he wanted to fuck me now. I wanted to share Kev's pain. I
wanted him to torture me with all he had.

He didn't.

He called out to Tom and pointed to my erect manhood.

"See, the little fucker is one of us. He likes watching his sexy little
friend."

They both stared at me. Kev turned round and stared with glass eyes. I went
crazy. I wriggled, I tried to jump, I shouted at the top of my lungs,"
Liar, liar, I hate watching it you son of a bitch.", but I was tied and my
mouth taped up. Nothing came out of my mouth except an attempt.  To them I
hardly resisted the cruel torturous words, but I was boiling inside. Only
the thought of Kev hearing those words and looking at me crushed me more
than anything else that night. I looked down to the floor, looking guilty,
feeling guilty, but only actually guilty of loving a boy more than anyone
would ever understand.

Hank laughed as he probably realized how mean that was. He stuffed my prick
back in and left to the other room. Just before leaving he humored me with
a few words. He wasn't going to give me the pleasure of cumming, unless I
did it in my pants. If only he knew how much less I could have cared, I
thought.

Tom, also practicing safe sex, lined up for a fuck. Luckily for Kev, Tom
was thinner and shorter.  Tom went in smoothly but still not smoothly
enough not to hurt the boy. He fucked him as he toyed with Kev's pricklet
and balls. He fucked him and caressed him. Tom was full of paradoxes.  He
seemed to be in two distinct frames of mind. Such confusion. He caressed
him smoothly, soothingly, maybe almost lovingly like he was easing his
pain, the pain he, ironically, was causing him. Kev was grunting and
panting as the older man made love to him. Love? Never. It was rape. It was
nowhere near love. "They were gonna pay", I said to myself as my new
feelings become those of rage and an unimaginable will for revenge.

Hank came out with 2 feathers, a towel, and some keys I presumed were for
the cuffs. I eased up hoping that they were done. I was still unsure though
what they were going to do with us after.

Hank left only the feather in his hand. That man would do anything just to
have the personal pleasure to torturing and humiliating. He wasn't a
torture machine, there were much sicker men, but still he took any chance
of playing with Kev like he was a new toy he had just bought.

Hank knelt on the other side of the bed right in front of Kev's open
mouth. He set up the tips of the feathers on Kev's nipples. Kev let out a
little hiss and his nipples become so erect and red. Hank toyed with them
for a while. He then extended one of Kev's cuffed arms grabbing it very
firmly form the middle as his other hand approached with the feather that
so lightly brushed Kev's white untanned armpit. It hardly touched, but
Kev's arm jerked like mad. The mixture of feelings Kev was experiencing
must have been unbearable. Getting fucked and tickled while he had been
cuffed and grabbed from 2 sides was a lot for his little body to
take. Kev's dick was already hard again. He shook like mad stimulating Tom
who was now fucking harder than ever.  Obviously, Tom and Hank seemed to
know what they were doing, it didn't just happen by chance; each one would
agitate the boy as the other got closer to coming.

Tom came and withdrew from the battered hole which once was so virgin. Kev
collapsed again as he begged Tom for them to stop because he was going to
"die".

Hank handed the towel to Tom and began uncuffing Kev's hands. Hank slapped
him up a bit and asked him to wake up.

Tom went to grab another sip of his unfinished beer. It was weird how Tom
and Hank hardly ever said a word to each other, like they had done it so
many times, it was a common routine. I felt sorry for all the boys they had
abused...

Meanwhile, Hank again picked up Kev like he was only a five pound bag. Hank
sat down on the bed and Kev was almost in his lap. He directed Kev's bottom
onto his dick which, strangely, was hard again. Once the angle was right,
Hank grabbed Kev by his tits. Kev wasn't sure what was hurting more. The
compressed thick thing pushing in or the force of Hank's hand almost
tearing up his chest.

Hank was going to fuck him again. Kev looked like shit. His eyes were
closed and mouth open.

Tom finished his beer and grabbed the towel. He approached me and stuffed
the towel in my face.  It had some liquid on it that smelled like
alcohol. Tom did not know of my ability to hold my breath. However, I had
inhaled enough of whatever it was to send me off to dream city for a little
while.

Everything went black. I dozed off. Sometimes I wonder why they couldn't
have done that earlier.  Why did they have to torture me like that?



Part 13



...I managed to get half an eye open. I had no idea for how long I had been
out nor what had been happening meanwhile. With that half eye open I
managed to see the two men naked drinking beers with limp dicks wobbling
around. I made sure they didn't see me awake.

On the bed there was Kev laying on his back. I wasn't sure if he was
sleeping or if he had passed out. Hank had lived up to his promise. Around
Kev's dick and balls was a tiny puddle of yellow piss. Kev's tummy had cum
all over it. He looked like shit but still handsome as ever. His loss of
innocence may have damaged him on the inside, but on the outside he was
still beautiful.

I shut my eyes when I heard some talking. They were discussing their
plan. The called it "bullet- proof". Ironic, I guess, so was mine...

They decided to clean up the mess. Neither Kev or I, they presumed would
ever go to the police or anything. Even if we did, they thought, we had no
proof whatsoever. "Besides, how would the old one explain why he was up
here," Hank told Tom.

Tom said that he was going to put some cream in Kev's ass. He said he would
take care of him the next few days of camp because as he put it, Kev was
hardly going to be able to poop for some time. He asked him not to go
anywhere near the boy or the cabin till camp was over. He also told him
that they were not going to do anything anymore for a month or two.

They cleaned up as Tom said he was going to take Kev back to camp and tell
him to act sick for a few days. Hank was going to put me away somewhere. I
had no idea where.

The next thing I knew I was all alone on some hill. I was free to move and
talk, but had no idea where I was. My head was a mess. I couldn't stop
thinking of Kev and the fact that he was still there at camp with those
bastards. Images and memories would just pop into my head when they felt
like it. I sat down and looked at the sky. I prayed for God to help. God,
who I had never believed in yet. I felt his presence now. I was in need of
him. There was no other savior.  There was only him and me, on my knees,
begging for mercy...