SAGA OF A BROKEN BOY: Part 3  
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A sharp slap on his rump woke him up, and blinking his eyes open he saw the grimacing face of a strange young boy... and with a start he remembered where he was... quickly recollecting the events of the day... and the night before.

"Up, 'n' get a wiggle on," the boy screeched in his high pitched tenor, "I ain't got the 'ole day," he spat, slamming down a plate next to Reuben, adding, "and eat this 'ere..." before climbing down and walking out of the room.

Slowly sitting up he peered around the room... it was empty, the men gone. He didn't know how late it was, or how long he had slept, but the sun looked high enough as he caught the brilliant light outside the dirty, narrow windows. Rubbing his eyes he looked down at the plate... seeing the two dry pieces of bread and a small lump of half cooked beans. But then, he wasn't about to complain. He was famished, and knew well that this was the best he could expect... At least, he consoled himself; they were giving him something to eat, not starving him!

Chewing on the last bit of bread, to make it last as long as it would, he slowly climbed down, cautiously checking the room... yes, it was empty, the men probably outside, or away. It felt nice to be standing up again, stretch his legs... and as he moved his limbs, he heard the loud laughter outside, towards the back of the shack.

Slowly walking towards the rear, he spotted tiny gaps and cracks in the wood panels and putting his eye to one almost gasped out loud... He could just see a small part of the open area at the back... and what he saw made his blood boil. Flitting in and out of his view he saw the men... stark naked, loud and boisterous, as if engaged in some game...

But his line of vision didn't allow him to see much, and looking around, he spotted a slightly larger gap, and quickly moving to it, he glued his eye to the hole... looking back at the naked men, curious... already feeling an odd thrill course down his tingling spine, and the unmistakable stiffening of his teen cock...

He could see them better now, and also see a larger area... There were four of them, running around like playful children, their large genitals swaying between their solid thighs... They seemed to be taking their bath, for there was a large trough in the middle of the bare ground and the men were splashing water over themselves and at each other, scrubbing their face and body... Reuben saw the straining muscles flex, strong and sinewy... shimmer in the sunlight, but each time his eyes went right back to those swinging cocks... keenly observing the capacious appendages that dangled freely between their legs...

He tried to see if he could spot Morris, or the other men... but they didn't seem to be present there... and as he sat, watching, he saw Josiah bring large pans of water, pouring it into the trough... laughing happily as the naked men lurched at him... running away as he playfully evaded their groping hands... and then allowing them to fondle his covered buttocks... swat it... his fingers brushing their exposed genitals... caressing the quickly hardening lengths, giggling coquettishly... the front of his own trouser tented with his obvious arousal...

Having been taught to comport himself with dignity and restraint since childhood, this was all so different... so coarse and vulgar... yet so incredibly fascinating... Especially, as he recollected the events of the previous night... the bawdy act of uninhibited sex as they openly copulated in the room... in front of the others... and it sent a renewed shudder down his spine, flooding his teen body with an eroticism that he had never experienced before... Reaching down, into the front of his trousers, the material stiff and crusted from the previous night's double ejaculation, he gripped his throbbing cock... wishing that it was he, instead of Josiah, out there... at the center of all that vulgar attention... being groped and fondled by those uncouth men... maybe... maybe even forced to submit to their crass desires... be done, the way Josiah had been done the night before... remembering that faint, but distinct squishy sound of the invading cock in that teen bottom... and the joyous whimpers and the happy grunts... recollecting the sighs of ecstasy and the look of bliss on his face...

And as he sat, eye screwed to the hole, his hand caressing the painful throb between his legs... totally engrossed, he heard a creak to his right, the protesting groan of rusted hinges, and tearing his eyes away from the fascinating sight, he turned, seeing a part of the wooden wall yawn open, the bright sunlight streaming in... It was a door that he didn't know existed, that he hadn't noticed... and through it came in Lucius... naked... a half erect cock dangling between his thighs... Reuben froze... his eyes wide with terror...

Like a scared animal he cast furtive glances around him, but there was no place to hide and as he sat pressing himself against the wall, hoping that the man wouldn't notice him, Lucius turned to close the door and spotted the crouching boy... hands still buried deep in his trouser front...

"Holy blazes, boy, what ye' sneakin' at, eh?" Lucius exclaimed with surprise, the look quickly changing as his ugly face broke up with an evil grin, and reopening the door wide he hollered, "Hey, fellas... this 'ere laddie is playin' with 'ims'lf, watchin' us bathe...

The loud laughter ceased for a brief moment as the men stopped to turn around, looking at Lucius and then a roar went up as they moved towards the shed, pouring in through the narrow door... crowding around the scared boy, still down on the floor... hands still in his pants... but holding a cock that had gone flaccid with horror.

"Playin' a lone 'and, eh," said one of the men... "let's git 'im out and play with 'im boys..."

"Sure..." the men cheered, as Lucius stooped down and jerked Reuben on his feet, "Come along, poppet," he said, dragging him out. And the men followed, like a pack of excited wolves stalking a wounded prey, making animal sounds.

Making feeble attempts at struggle, and weak pleas to be left alone, Reuben was dragged out into the open sunlight, the men surrounding him, laughing as they reached out with rough hands, grabbing at him, tugging at his clothes... saying disgusting things, making nasty suggestions.

"Hey boy, shuck off," said one gripping his shirt collar, "we'll `ave us a shindig."

And in his bid to escape, Reuben heard the material give way... tear with a heart-sinking feel and quickly reaching up to his shoulder he tried to hold the tattered material.

"W'at'ell, t'is ain't yer best bib and tucker," said another man, referring to the plain work clothes that Reuben was wearing, the same clothes that he had on the previous evening when they had kidnapped him, and grabbing the front of his shirt, "so if ye' ain't takin' 'em off, we gonna do it fer ye'," he said, ripping it off.

With his torn shirt still in their hands Reuben seized the opportunity and ducked away from the circle of men, looking frantically for a way out... maybe back into the shack... anywhere, but away from these hungry men... But unfortunately there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, and the men were soon upon him, four naked men, tall and studly... advancing menacingly forward as he cowered meekly, whimpering against the wooden wall of the building...

"Purty snuffy, eh?" said Garret as they encircled him...

"We'll tame 'im," said another as they crowded around him, looking down with evil grins, taking lewd pleasure at the power they had over him.

Ashen faced, he cringed further into the impassive wall, making incomprehensible pleas as he spluttered and babbled, tears of terror, and shame streaking down his smooth cheeks. Unmoved, they drew in closer, towering over him, their groin at his eye-level, and despite the situation, he stared... mesmerized, his jaws dropping in awe and fright.

He gawped, wide-eyed and intrigued, as if ensorcelled by some magical charm... staring unabashedly at the array of cocks before his eyes... four turgid erections staring him in his face... large and lusty... And they were all so different from his own cock, a cock that he was proud of and had come to love immensely for the pleasures it could give him when he played with it... His was a smooth and silky stalk, a tender pink, with the large knob at the end, exposed... but these were so different, larger and leathery, bulging with veins along the entire flexing length... pulsing wildly as the blood gushed through them... And the most amazing thing was that the ruddy purple knobs were all covered by a loose fold of skin, something he had never seen, or was even aware of... the partly exposed tips glistening in the bright sunlight with the slimy drool!

He had never seen naked men before... nor grown up cocks, other than the few times he'd caught a fleeting glimpse of his father as he took his bath in the tub in the corner of their kitchen at home... but then, his father's cock was also like his, the red head exposed... and these men had it covered!

He wasn't stealing furtive glances anymore, he was now staring openly... licking his parched lips furiously... his whole body trembling with an unknown excitement... or maybe a thrill...

"Take 'em pants off, boy..." he heard Lucius say, jerking him back to reality, "it's y'er lucky day," the man added with a snigger, "fer it's our weekly bath day!"

"The lad's all balled up..." Buford chuckled, "maybe ye s'ou'd say, 'take off yer inexpressibles',"

The men roared as another added, "Or maybe, 'unmentionables', eh, boy?"

Reuben cringed further, shivering with fear and shame as he heard the raucous laughter around him... and then Lucius reached down, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him up...



End of Part Three



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