Date: Mon, 29 Sep 2008 14:52:07 -0600
From: paintedpony@fastmail.fm
Subject: BAD ASSES

They were drinking beer! A half-empty pint bottle of vodka and a liter
bottle of coke lay on the ground among the weeds. Couldn't have been
more than twelve or so and they were guzzling beer and booze in the
woods. Already looking a little wobbly. I had come upon them suddenly on
my walk, and there they were in their secret place. Tough, bad boys I
could tell. Just as suddenly I had an idea. A crazy, unreasonable idea.

"You guys wanna make some money?"

"Sure!" said the blond. "Whatta we have to do! Sex stuff, I bet! You a
perv?" There was a glint of suspicion in his hard eyes. This boy had
been around, as they say.

"Yeah," I said. "But I like it a special way."

"Yeah? How?"

"I like to be tied up. Tortured a little. You know, like I was a spy or
something and you're trying to make me talk? Worked over real good by a
couple of good looking, horny guys like you two. Then used. Made to
suck. Maybe even fucked. As part of the torture, you know? Whatever you
wanna make me do. And I mean whatever! Think you could do that?"

"Oh, yeah, man! That sounds hot! How much?"

"Fifty each."

"All RIGHT! You got any rope?"

"In my backpack."

"OK! Get it out and get those clothes off man! We gonna work you over
good! I never tortured a dude before! This is gonna be great!"

The other boy spoke for the first time. "I know some stuff we can do to
ya!" he said. He started to pull of his training pants. "I bet I can
make ya talk, man!"

"Good," I said. "That's what I want to hear."

"Might have to gag you, though," he continued, "you're probably gonna
scream some."

"So, you guys a coupla bad-asses, huh?" I said.

"You're gonna find out, man!" said Blondie.

I stripped quickly. The blond was behind me now, pulling my arms behind
me. He tied my wrists together very carefully using the clothesline I
had brought, taking his time. I liked that. I hated it when the ropes
loosened up at the critical moment. I wanted to be their prisoner,
completely at their mercy. Which in the case of these two roughnecks
wouldn't be much, I was sure. It was perfect. A little scary, but
perfect. The knots seemed very, very good.

"Wow, look at this! He must really like this stuff!" the blond said.

He pushed me down on my knees when he was finished tying me. Standing in
front of me, he pushed his shorts down over his hips, then his worn
cotton briefs. He was already hard and I was surprised at the size of
him. He was circumcised and despite his age he had to be close to five
inches with a very large, well-shaped glans. He took it in his hand and
pointed it at my mouth. He smirked.

"Suck it! And make it good!" he ordered.

I knew if I did, the game would be quickly over. I didn't want that.

"No!" I said. "And you can't make me!" His hand came out and stroked my
cheek. I was surprised by his gentleness. But his face was hard, with a
kind of evil grin that promised a few hours of kinky fun for us all.
This was definitely a bad boy with a mean streak.

"You'll suck it all right!" he said. "Before we're finished with you,
you're gonna BEG me to let you suck it! You're gonna do anything we
want, man!"

"Yeah," said the other boy, now naked, too. I was beginning to think he
was borderline mental and a little slow. But mean. "Anything! Anything
we want! We're gonna make you beg!" He was smaller in that department
than the blond, but also very hard. These were the right guys, for sure.
I felt that old familiar of fear and excitement high in my chest.

The blond boy took his impressive dick in his hand and moved it slowly
across my clinched lips. It felt smooth and very warm.

"Oh, yeah!" he said. "Anything! We're gonna torture the shit out of you,
dude! God, but this makes me SO fucking hot!"

"I can make him suck you! Wait'll you see this!" said the slow boy. "Gag
him with your underwear! I'll show you something really neat! Get behind
him and hold him still! He ain't gonna like this!"

Little did they know!

===

The next day.

Oh, god, but was I ever stiff and sore. I felt like I had run a thirty
mile marathon while somebody followed along behind and whipped me with
thistles. What an ordeal it had been. But, of course, I thought about it
with pleasure and even some quikly-developing nostalgia. It had been
exactly what I needed after such a long period of self-denial.

The little bastards had been good. Very good indeed. They certainly
enjoyed their work. The "slow" one had indeed been a bit mental, a
twisted boy for sure, but he was clearly gifted and had a talent for
just the sorts of things I so perversely lusted after. Just to give you
an idea: Yes, he was right, I did scream. Or tried to with the blond's
dirty underwear jammed into my mouth. And as I did, Slow ejaculated all
over my sweaty chest without touching himself, and from the looks and
sounds of it it was a nice long orgasm, too. Yes, that boy was a piece
of work indeed. But not one that I would want to be alone with, bound as
I had been.

But it was the other boy, the blond, Eric, that I found my thoughts
returning to time and again. He wasn't very pretty. His body was OK, but
not spectacular. His penis was quite remarkable, but a big dick alone
has never been enough to interest me for very long. There was something
else about the kid, something about him that wouldn't let me put him out
of my mind.

In my experience it was hardly unusual to find a boy who enjoyed working
over a naked, bound, adult male. I would even hazard a guess that the
majority of boys that age would jump at such a chance if they thought
they could get away with it. The combination of curiosity, youthful
sadism, and the onset of sexual urges was simply irresistible for most
boys. These two had made no effort to resist anything. That much was
abundantly clear. As for me, I had tried to "resist" them, within the
confines of the kinky little game's basic structure, but one bound guy
against two such randy horndogs was no match at all. Still, I had
managed to hold out for a couple of hours before they broke me down
completely. I was a spy with no more secrets to reveal, or perform, by
the time they were finished with me.

After a couple more hours during which they took ample advantage of the
fruits of their twisted skills, they had loosened, but not untied, the
ropes that held me and disappeared quickly into the woods. After helping
themselves to a sizable portion of the contents of my wallet. It only
took me a few minutes to free myself, and then I just lay there for a
while, recovering from a really bad dose of complete satiety. Then I had
dressed and made my slow and painful way to my rented woodland cabin. I
slept like a baby that night. They had released me from all the tension
I had been feeling for months.

===

I was on my third cup of strong coffee when I heard someone mounting the
five or six stairs to the front porch. Then silence. I opened the front
door to find Blondie, Eric, sitting on the porch swing, rocking gently
back and forth. He swung his head toward the door as I stepped out onto
the porch.

"Hey!" he said.

"Hey yourself!" I answered. I plopped into the rocker and we just shared
some silence for a while.

"You mad at us?" he finally asked.

I wondered how I should play it and finally gave up in favor of the
truth. "No," I said. "I'm not mad. You did just what I wanted you to
do."

"It was weird," he said. "And we stole from ya."

"No you didn't. You took your pay. I said I would pay you. And you
didn't take everything when you could have."

"Yeah, but we took fifty each."

"Uh, sixty, actually," I added.

"Yeah. Sorry. You want some of it back. We spent most of it."

"Nah. You keep it. It's OK. You earned it! You did good, too," I said.

"How come you like that?" he asked. I could tell he was genuinely
curious about what we had shared the day before.

"Well, how come you liked it so much yourself?" I countered. He shrugged
and made the face that in boy-gesture universally meant 'Beats me!'

"I dunno," he said. "It was just... fun. And kinda hot."

"Kinda?" I prodded a little.

"Way hot, dude!"

"You really got into it. Both of you. Your friend is... kind of...
scary."

"Yeah. Tobe is OK, but he can go kinda overboard."

"And you don't?" I teased.

"Well..." he started, but then didn't know where to go from there. "So
how come you like that?" He doubled back to his question. I could tell
that he really wanted some kind of answer.

"OK," I said, "I'll try to answer that. See, when I was about your age I
had some experiences kind of like what we did yesterday. With a younger
boy. Just playing around, you know, tying up, pretend torture, that sort
of stuff. There was sex, too. Quite a lot of sex, really. And after
that, well, after that I just couldn't get it out of my mind. It was
something I really wanted to do, or have done to me. To me it's...
really hot and sexy like nothing else I've ever experienced. Does that
make sense?"

"Kinda," he said. "Yeah, I guess it sorta does. You done it before?"

"Not much. A few times. Finding the right boy or boys is almost
impossible. And dangerous. Something just kind of snapped yesterday when
I saw you two. There in the woods in your secret hideout. Boozing it
up."

"Yeah, we were a little lit!"

"I could tell. Didn't keep you from... performing though."

"Whattaya mean?"

"Well, sometimes when people drink they can't...uh... get it up very
well."

"I never had THAT problem! Ha!"

"Yeah, I could tell!" I joshed him. "I didn't have a chance to tell you
yesterday. That's one heckuva... tool... you got there, kiddo!"

"Yeah? Thanks! It works OK."

"A little better than OK I would say. The girls are really gonna go for
you, if they're not already."

"I don't like girls so much."

"Well, maybe not right now."

"Nah! I don't think I like 'em."

"So-- you like, uh, boys, then?" I ventured. "Your friend?"

"He's OK. We mess around some. He lets me do him. I like that."

"Do him? You mean..."

"I fuck him!"

"I see. Well, it was pretty easy to tell you had had some practice!"

"Good, huh?" he puffed out his chest a bit. I could see his small
nipples under his dirty tee shirt which was about a size too small on
his wiry frame.

"Impressive, dude! A real stud!" I said. He looked right into my eyes
and got very serious.

"You like girls?" he asked. What did I have to lose by being honest, I
thought, especially after the day before?

"No," I said. "Not really. I like boys better." We kept our eyes on each
other and I saw a little smile on his lips. Just a hint, but definite.

"Yeah?" he said. "Whattaya like to do with them?" he challenged me.

"Whatever they like," I answered. "I like making them feel good. And, as
you know, I like a little...rough stuff, too."

"Were we... was I... too rough?" he asked.

"No," I said. "You were perfect. You guys are quite a team, but you, you
were perfect. What more can I say?" I saw that my answer had clearly
pleased him.

"And you like being tied up," it was  statement and not a question.

"Yeah. I like that. It makes it... so much better. I just like... to be
a boy's helpless prisoner."

"Yeah? Uh..."

"What?"

"You, uh, wanna get tied up? Now?"

"Hmmm. I dunno. You wanna tie me up?" I asked. He shrugged again. I
could clearly make out the rounded knobs of his shoulders under the worn
cotton of the shirt.

"If you want..." he said, as if it didn't matter to him at all.

"So, you wanna work me over again?" I asked.

"Nah! Unless you wanted me to," he added quickly. "But I could... if you
want... tie you up... and..."

"What?" I pressed him.

"Blow ya," he said. "I figure you might like to get sucked off while
you're tied up," he explained.

"That sounds very sexy," I said. "Why would you do that?"

"Just 'cuz. You're not mad or anything. And you said we could keep the
money. That's cool. I'll do that for ya if you want."

"You any good?" I teased. I liked teasing the kid. He took it well.

"The best you ever had, man!" he boasted beneath a big, tease-back
smile.

"I doubt that," I countered.

"I can do it real slow, man. Curl your toes!" he smiled.

"So, I wouldn't have any complaints, huh?" I teased.

"Well, you'll be tied up so it won't matter!" he said.

"But... you wouldn't do anything else to me, would you?
Anything...dirty... I mean?"

He shrugged in that offhand gesture I was getting used to. "No
guarantees, dude!"

"So," I said, "Does this mean we're gonna be friends?"

"You wanna be?" he said, cautiously.

"I don't see why not. If we're careful, I mean. And, you know, you might
have to punish me sometimes. You might have to punish me quite a lot
actually!"

"I figured that!" he smirked. "I'm up for that!"

"Yes," I said, not being particularly subtle as I glanced at his lap. "I
bet you are!"

He giggled. It was a most un-tough-like giggle. He made a quick
two-handed movement and pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it
onto the porch.

"Where's that rope?" he asked as he stood up and came towards me.

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