Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2007 07:18:38 +0000 From: Andy Mitchell Subject: Ferret chapter 2 Feedback is more than welcome. I love to receive emails from anyone and everyone so please tell me what you think at andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk. I will respond to every email I receive, but please enter "Ferret" somewhere in the subject line so that I don't delete it thinking its spam. Any criticism is also welcome as I don't want to let the story get stale and always want fresh input. If any of you, the readers, have ideas or suggestions about a plot, however big or small, please let me know and I will look into it. Condensed Disclaimer. (as you should have read the one in the prologue!) 1. Under age to do this, don't! (Unless you really want to but don't hold me responsible if your folks find out!) 2. Not allowed to read this where you live. Move! Find somewhere more liberated than the bunch of bigots you live with at the mo! 3. Not gay? Don't like gay stories? Why you here then? Leave, unless you want to be enlightened. 4. This ain't real! 5. This story is mine and if you use it elsewhere without my say so, then may you catch the pox! AUTHOR'S NOTE. The word `crip' is used as slang for a handicapped person in this chapter. It is in no way meant to legitimise the verbal abuse of handicapped people. It is used in context of young street lads talking who don't know any better. This author in no way condones any abuse given to handicapped people. Chapter Two. I awoke to a strange feeling. I was wrapped in a loving hug, strong arms around my body. It felt so good that I didn't want to move, apart from the fact I was busting to relieve myself. I extracted myself from Pete's arms and dashed to the toilet. Even though this was an abandoned building, for some reason the water was still fine, which mean we had hot and cold running water, and of course, toilet facilities. I wandered into the men's bathroom, naked as I was born, knowing no-one was up, and found one of the individual urinals. I sighed as I let out a stream of piss, and couldn't help but fondle myself while I peed. The memory of what Pete did with me last night flooded back and I grew hard instantly. I'd always thought that after Mickey had raped me, I'd never want to do anything remotely sexual again, but last night, not only had I allowed Pete to jerk me off to a climax, I'd also gone down on him and swallowed his cum. I remembered the warm glow I'd felt inside and guessed that it was the feeling that the twins had talked about so often to me. I finished peeing and stood there for a moment, stroking myself before I heard a noise behind me. I turned to see Harry, stood watching me, his hand on his crotch. "I knew you were a little fag like Bobby and Billy," he said. "Come here and suck me off!" I covered myself and backed away, despite knowing there was nowhere to go. "Harry, look man, I don't wanna!" I complained. "Don't care! Get here and suck my cock, or I'll bust you up good!" the teenager threatened. I tried to back away even further and felt cold porcelain hit my back. I was trapped. Harry strode forward and grabbed my hair, pulling me down. "FUCK HARRY THAT HURTS!" I yelled, trying to attract attention. I felt his hand leave a mark on my cheek as he slapped me. "Shut the fuck up, suck me off and we'll be fine!" he hissed at me. He pulled his cock out of his pants, and I looked at it. It was nowhere near as nice as Pete's or the twins. It smelt bad as well. I gagged as I got near it. Harry strengthened his grip on me as he forced me closer to his meat. I opened my mouth, and shut my eyes, not wanting this to happen. Suddenly, I felt Harry's hands relax his grip on me. I heard him gurgle, and then he slipped to the floor. I nearly laughed at his silliness, but then saw Billy standing behind him, his hand holding a knife, dripping with red liquid. "Ar, are, are you okay Ferr?" Billy asked me. I looked at Billy, looked at the knife and the puddle of red liquid pooling underneath it, and finally looked at Harry. "You stabbed him?" I gasped out. "He was gonna make you suck him and then gonna fuck you" Bobby said. I looked at him, stunned. "How? How did you know that?" "I heard him ask Keefa last night. Keith told him he could, and that it was time you got broke in," Billy said. I was floored. Keith, my leader, my father figure in the gang, had given the go ahead for my rape! "Why did you stop him? Keith's gonna be pissed!" I said. Billy shuddered, and finally, carefully, wiped the knife. "Harry's a fuckin druggie. He shares needles and everything. He is, well, he was, fuckin diseased!" Billy explained. "Huh?" I asked. "Harry's infected. If he'd've fucked you, you'd've got it too." I shivered in revulsion and ran to Billy, embracing him a big hug. I pecked him on the cheek. "Thanks bro for looking out for me," I said. Billy pecked me back, before looking troubled. "We're gonna have to do something now about Keith. As you said, he's gonna be pissed," Billy said. We ambled softly back into the main office block where the four of us had slept the night before. Billy went straight to his brother, lay by the side of him and shook him gently. Whispering softly to Bobby, I saw the pair of them get up and start to gather their things. I walked quietly to my "hole" and packed some of my things away into a bag. I looked sadly down at the still sleeping figure of Pete. Tears started to leak from my eyes, as I realised I would be leaving him behind. Bobby must have noticed my shaking frame and rushed over to me, embracing me. He started to pull me away. "Fezza, we've gotta go before Keith wakes up." "I don't wanna go without telling Pete though" I begged. Pete must have been coming out of his sleep as he mumbled, "Tell me wot?" The twins froze, and I resumed my sobs again. Pete looked up at me, took me into a hug, cooing softly to me, before noticing the twins stood with their bags packed. "You're leaving," he stated, rather than asked. I nodded my head. "Harry was gonna fuck him, and, um, well, I sort of killed him," Billy stuttered out. "HUH?" Pete gasped. "FUCK! You know that Harry is Keith's cousin dontcha!" I saw Billy nod, and a tear trickled from his eye. "He was gonna infect Ferret and I couldn't let him!" Pete released me and went for Billy. Bobby's hand went for his pocket, looking for his knife to defend his twin, but stopped when he saw Pete pull Billy into a hug. Well done kiddo," he said to Billy. "I knew you two are good kids." He scanned the three of us, shaking in our shoes. He went over to his side of the room and picked up a few things. "Come on, if we're gonna go," he started, "we'll need to go before Keef wakes up." He grabbed me and put his arm across my shoulders and the four of us left the only home we'd known for the last couple of years and walked away into the morning sun. We hoped on the tube, thinking that if we went across London and settled into a new area, then we'd be safe from Keith's wrath. Pete was shocked at the amount of money the three of us had saved up from our exploits, totally nearly a couple of thousand pounds, before he shocked us by grinning and producing a bank book showing an account with nearly five grand in it. "Guess we all had the same idea eh?" he laughed. We laughed our way across the various stations leading from one end of London to the other, feeling relieved that we were away from Keith. We got off the underground and after filling ourselves with a special from Mackie Dee's, we started to hunt down somewhere to spend the night. As we were wondering around, we, or rather the twins, spotted a car that had past us a few times. "Hold here guys, me and Bobby will check this guy out!" Billy said, taking charge. He grabbed his brother and walked up to the now stationary car. The man inside wound down the window and they spent several minutes talking. Suddenly Bobby came running back towards us. "It's ah cool," he gasped out. "He'll put us, ah, up for the, ah, night." "At what cost?" Pete asked. Bobby grinned. "Me and Billy will spend the night in his bed, and you two get the spare room." Knowing that once an idea such as this got into either of the brothers heads, nothing would deter them, I shrugged and pulled Pete along to the car. Billy was already in the front seat, next to the man, who looked to be in his early twenties, and was groping him through his trousers. "Billy, for fuck sake bro, can't you wait!" Bobby complained. "It's okay son," the man said, "I'm not complaining!" Bobby pulled himself into the passenger seat, next to Billy while Pete and I got in the back. "This is Pete and Ferret," Bobby said, "but you don't do anything with them okay!" The man nodded his affirmative. "I'm Chris, and believe me boys, I think I'll have my hands full with these two to even think about wanting to do anything with you cuties as well." I giggled at Chris calling me a cutie, and appreciated the fact he was willing to leave us alone. I snuggled into Pete, as Chris drove off, shakily trying to keep the car under control as Billy attacked his cock, having freed it from the restraints of its prison and was bobbing up and down on it. I peered over the seat to get a better view, realising recently that there may be more to this sex thing than I'd previously thought. I could see Bobby was also getting frustrated by his brother hogging the action, but couldn't really do anything about it. "Bobby!" I said. "What?" he whined back at me. "Tell me again about that man that you and Billy doubled up on from the museum," I asked. Pete snuck an approving look at me, having also noticed Bobby's face. "Who, you mean the guy at the Winchester Hotel?" Bobby asked. I nodded. "Ah, man that was great!" Bobby gushed. He turned slightly in his seat to look back us, but also so he could keep his eye on what his brother was doing with our new driver friend. "I'd met him at the Natural History Museum, walking his daughter around. He looked bored as fuck, but kept glancing in me and Billy's direction. So we followed him, and when he left his daughter to go to the bog, I followed him in. The loo was empty so I walked up and stood next to him at the piss trough, and got it out. Obviously I didn't need to go, but I stood there stroking it trying to give him a good show." Chris moaned in pleasure as Billy switched from his cock to sucking his balls. "I knew he was looking at me so I dropped my shorts and turned to him and offered him a closer look if we wanted to go into a stall," Bobby continued. "The man about jumped me as he dragged me into the handicapped stall." Bobby paused. "I always feel guilty about using them you know, what if a crip comes in and needs the bog, but I`m in there getting blown or fucked?" Pete smacked him round the head and Bobby giggled and continued. "I gave him the best blow job he'd ever had," Billy chocked a little on Chris's cock as if he'd argue the point, "and I told him that there was a better time waiting for him if he was interested. He was of course, so I offered me and Billy for the night at his hotel and MAN what a room! It was like an apartment! It had two bedrooms and sitting area and, of course, a massive bathroom fully equipped with a Jacuzzi!" Chris's pants were getting louder as Billy was obviously doing the business on him. "What can I say, he fucked me while sucking Billy off, before we swapped positions and he sucked me while pounding Billy's ass. He had to rest every now and then, but me and Billy kept ourselves occupied and got him horny again with our little shows. Man I think we got about ten lots of cum out of him that night!" The car swerved across the road as Chris yelled out, Billy finally coaxing his spunk out of his cock, and for a moment we all hung on for dear life. Chris got the car back under control, with no scrapes or damage, and we continued onwards. Billy sat up, licking his lips and turned to Bobby. "I seem to remember that was the night I first let you fuck me!" "Mmmmmm" Bobby said, his eyes floating away in remembrance. He re-focused and looked at Billy. He leaned in and kissed his brother full on the lips, allowing his tongue to slip out and around his brother's lips, before pulling away. "You had a bit of Chris's cum on your chin!" They settled back into the front seat, as Chris tried to concentrate on getting us to wherever he was taking us. After about ten minutes, he pulled the car up next to the curb. "Guys, I need you to duck down. I have some nosey neighbours and me turning up with four cute guys like you won't do me any good!" Chris said. We all ducked and Chris pulled onto the driveway of an impressive looking house. He got out, opened his garage door and pulled in, before closing the door behind him. He switched on a light, and we saw a typical garage set up of spare car parts, tools and garden equipment. He motioned to us and we went through the side door and into his house. The kitchen we walked into was huge, with a capital HUH! "WOW!" Billy said. "Look at all this cooking stuff!" Billy had a love of cooking, fancying himself to be the next Jamie Oliver or Gordon Ramsey. Chris chuckled, and led us through to his lounge. To say we were stunned was an understatement. The kitchen was big. The lounge was humongous. There was a large corner settee that could easily allow two grown adults to stretch out on, another three chairs, a huge table with six chairs around it, a massive really thin tv, must have been a plasma tv, speakers everwhere. We were in boy-techie heaven. I spotted a PS3 and nearly wet myself with excitement. Chris finally got us all to calm down by offering us drinks. We raided his fridge for sodas and wandered back into the lounge. "Fancy some food guys?" Chris offered. "I can call in some pizza if you want." The twins jumped him and swamped him with kisses, which he took as an affirmative from them, and looked at Pete. He nodded so I did as well. Chris picked up his phone and ordered in six, yes SIX, large pizzas of varying toppings. "Why?" Pete asked him. The twins looked sharply at Pete, and looked as if they were trying to tell him not to ruin anything. "Why not?" Chris replied. That stumped Pete straight off. He stumbled around for a response, before saying, "Okay, why take in four boys you don't know, who could steal everything you have while you sleep, spend money on them to feed them and give them somewhere to sleep?" Chris studied Pete for a moment before responding. "I take it you've had a hard life, like the other three." We all nodded. "Sometimes, someone comes along that wants to help, offers a place to stay, even if it's just for a few hours, but you've gotta take it." Chris said. "What do you want in return?" Pete asked. "Nothing more than you're willing to give me," Chris replied. He motioned to the twins. "These two lads have offered me themselves for the night, in return for food, somewhere to sleep and somewhere for you to get cleaned up. I won't touch either you or the little one," motioning to me, "as that's what I agreed to with them. And yes, I do want to fuck them senseless before you ask." The twins laughed out loud at his statement, as Pete flushed. "Pete, isn't it?" Chris asked, getting a nod back from Pete. "These two are the most adorable whores that I've ever come across, pardon the pun." More laughs from the twins. "They know what they want, and how they want it, and I'll be totally honest, I want to give it to them. I am very attracted to the younger male, hence why I am all alone in this big house. If the price of having my wicked way with them for the night is to buy you pizza, give you all a room for the night, showers, which by the way Billy and Bobby I'm hoping to join in with you, and some breakfast, then that is easily a price I can pay." "Pete, chill out man," Bobby said. "Chris is gonna be cool man, he won't touch you or Ferret! Me and Billy will definitely keep him occupied anyway!" We were interrupted by the doorbell. "Shank's pizza, at your door in less than 15 minutes or you haven't given them the right directions!" Chris joked. We demolished the pizza, and took turns in heading up to the bathroom for a shower. Pete was still drying himself off when it was my turn to go in. I knew I could wash myself, but not my hair. I always needed someone to do that for me. The twins were playing on the playstation, and Pete was off getting changed, so I walked up to Chris. "Um, Chris," I started. He looked at me, "Yeah little fella, what's up?" "Would you wash my hair for me when I shower?" Chris studied me, and looked at the twins, and for Pete. "Are you sure that's ok? I told these guys that I wouldn't touch you, so me seeing you naked in the shower isn't really on the cards is it?" I flushed, realising that of course he'd have to see me naked to wash my hair in the shower. I hadn't thought it through properly. Hell, I want my hair washing though! "Don't care," I blurted. "You won't hurt me will you? I trust you." The fact there were the other three lads here made me bolder than I would normally have been. "No I won't," Chris said. "You should never be hurt!" We walked upstairs to his bathroom, and pausing for Chris to get a fresh set of towels, entered. His bathroom, like everything else in his house, was huge. It had the usual sink and toilet, but the bath was like a small swimming pool. There were fur or five shower heads on the walls as well. "How do you wanna do this then, um, Ferret?" Chris asked. "Ferret seems such a weird name, how did you get it?" I started to strip off my top, having already kicked off my scrappy trainers. "After I joined up with the guys, I they found I was good at getting into places to find stuff to nick, so they said I was good at ferreting. I guess it's from that." "What's your proper name?" Chris asked. "Why?" I asked, as I peeled off my jeans and, gulping to myself, put my hands in my briefs and pulled them down, leaving myself naked in front of the man. "I just don't like calling you after a rodent. I think you are better than that!" I looked at him, seeing kindness in his eyes. "My real name is..." End of chapter Two. I guess that's as good a place as any to finish up. The guys have left Keith and started out on their own, bumping into what looks like a kindly saviour. I expect loads of slagging off for leaving you hanging on for our Ferret's real name though.