Date: Fri, 4 May 2007 12:27:30 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Redneck Initiation

This is a homosexual fantasy, if it is illegal for you to read it for any
reason please leave now. Because it is a fantasy the sex will be unprotected; in
the real world please practice safe sex.
This story is dedicated to Mike, a friend from the USA. I have set the story
in the USA, but, never having been there in the 1960's, please bear with me if
any of the details don't ring true.

Hi, I'm Paul and I'd like to tell you about my first gay experience, I've
never told anyone else about it. It took place in the mid sixties. Nowadays I'm
retired and live in Mexico with a number of ever changing "houseboys". I made
a lot of money in the dotcom revolution, getting out just before the bubble
burst. This is how it happened:
I'd been orphaned at the age of 5, both my parents were killed in a car
crash. My nearest living relative was my Mother's elder brother John, after three
months of being in care he came and took me to his home. He had a farm in
Kansas, the nearest big town was Russell, I don't remember much about the journey
there. I was still in shock over the loss of my parents, in fact I slept most
of the way from Kansas City to the farm. My Uncle was a stern man, always
reading the bible, but he didn't go to church, saying that all you needed to know
to worship God was in the bible. He schooled me at home in Math, Geography and
English, and I had to start working on his farm straight away. As I grew the
work got harder and harder, we grew vegetables, and kept chickens, we also had
a milk cow. I always went to sleep as soon as I got into bed I was so tired.
The only visitor we ever had was Sheriff Wade, he was the County Sheriff; and
he always dropped by on Monday evenings. He'd say hello to me, then ask me a
couple of questions, to see how my education was going I guess, then he and my
Uncle would sit on the porch and play chess for a couple of hours. My Uncle
said that they were old army buddies.
I never saw my Uncle naked; when we bathed he'd fill an old tin bath in the
kitchen and send me to my room while he bathed. Then he'd call me and I had to
use his water, he'd go to his room so that he didn't see me naked. When I'd
finished and dressed I'd call him and we'd take the bath outside to empty it.
I didn't find it strange it was what I was used to. We both wore dungarees,
when it was hot my Uncle wouldn't let me work with the top down, he thought
nakedness, even your chest, was sinful. So, although I worked outside, the only
tan I had was where my skin showed through the dungarees. The only clothes I had
were two pairs of dungarees, one to wear and one to wash; I also had a few
white T-shirts for when it got cold. I had a straw hat to protect me from the
sun and I wore thick socks and heavy work boots. My Uncle never gave me any
underpants to wear.
My Uncle sold his vegetables in town and delivered the eggs to nearby
neighbours. Just after I was 14 he came home from town one day with a rusted old
delivery bike. He got it working and from then on I delivered the eggs every
morning, so I got to meet a few housewives to talk to. I enjoyed that, it was the
only interaction I had with anyone other than my Uncle and Sheriff Wade. At the
one house the granddad was usually rocking on the porch and I used to
exchange a few words with him if he was awake. We had staple, solid food, meat only
on Sundays and fish on Fridays. Uncle didn't talk to me much, but was always
quoting the scriptures to me.
When I reached fourteen he'd lectured me on the "sins of the flesh." I didn'
t really know what he meant; sexually I was a late developer. I had my first
wet-dream just before my 15th birthday. When I told my uncle and showed him
the cum-stained sheets, he hit the roof; it was the only time he hit me, putting
me across his knee and spanking me. He told me that I had to learn to control
my bodily functions or the Devil would take over my mind. But my cock had a
mind of its own and I was soon wanking off several times a day. Though I was
very careful after my spanking to make sure that I didn't cum in my bed. My cock
got hard several times throughout the day, and, although I felt guilty as
Hell, I'd find a hiding place and toss myself off, it seemed the natural thing to
do. Afraid that my Uncle might notice my continual hard-ons I used to run a
strip of cloth from my belly button, over my cock, under my legs and up through
my hairless arse-crack, tying another strip of cloth around my waist to hold
it in place. I also found out that if I wanked off in the outhouse directly
before going to bed I didn't have a wet dream.
On my fifteenth birthday I asked my Uncle if I could have some pocket money,
the granddad had mentioned it to me one of the times he was awake. My Uncle
started ranting and raving about how ungrateful I was, he housed me, he fed me,
he clothed me, what did I need money for he shouted. When I mentioned it to
the housewives they told me if I took them a few extra eggs, they'd pay me
separately for them. That was OK; my Uncle hadn't kept count of the eggs since I'd
taken over their delivery. It wasn't much money but it was mine and I kept it
carefully hidden away.
About six months into my fifteenth year I saw something that shocked me, but
turned me on a hell of a lot. I was coming back from my Uncle's farthest
field, walking along the hedgerow, when I heard someone groaning, but not like they
were in pain. It was early evening and the light was fading. Some intuition
stopped me from calling out; I found a gap in the hedge and peered through.
There were public woods on the other side of the hedge and I was looking at a
clearing. A bare-chested man around 30 was stood with his jeans around his
ankles, he was doing the moaning. His hands were on the head of Karl, an 18 or 19
year old local farm boy I knew by sight. Karl was naked and kneeling in front of
the man with his face buried in the man's groin, while he wanked his own
cock. I held my hand over my mouth to stop myself gasping out loud. Karl had the
man's cock in his mouth! And from the way Karl's cheeks were going in and out
and the slurping sounds he was making, he was sucking on it. I was fascinated
and I got an instant hard on. I slipped my hand into my dungarees pocket slit,
took hold of my cock, and started wanking it, keeping pace with Karl. After
several minutes the man gasped.
"Keep going Karl I'm almost there."
But I beat them both to it as my cum blasted from my rigid cock into the
restraining cloth. I was still cumming when the man pulled what looked like a
massive cock from Karl's mouth and started shooting thick ropes of cum onto Karl'
s face and hair. Then Karl groaned and his spunk started shooting from his
cock onto the man's legs. As Karl finished cumming the man hauled him to his feet
and they kissed passionately. Still holding my cock I backed away and headed
for home; that scene became my wank off fantasy, of course I was Karl. I couldn
't get over how big the man's cock had seemed compared to mine; and Karl's
for that matter which only seemed a little longer and thicker than my own 4
incher. I looked for them all the time after that but I only ever saw them one
more time a few weeks later. The same time, the same clearing only this time
Karl was bent over a fallen tree and the man was sticking his cock up Karl's
bumhole. Karl must have liked it because I could see he'd cum already, his spunk a
white trail down the bark; and he was moaning in ecstasy as the man fucked
his big cock in and out of Karl's bumhole. Needless to say, I grabbed my
erecting cock and started to furiously toss it just as the man yanked his big cock
from Karl's bumhole; Karl rolled over and the man shot his cum all over Karl's
body. I shot my load almost immediately after; then I hurried away, trying to
take in what I'd seen. Cocks could be sucked and bumholes could be fucked! So
now I had 2 fantasies to wank over, and I was Karl in both of them.
One Wednesday, shortly after my sixteenth birthday, my Uncle had to go into
hospital in Russell for a minor operation on his hand, he'd be leaving at
mid-day. He'd stay overnight in a motel and get back the next day about 9:00 in the
morning. As usual when he left me on my own at the farm he put my bike in the
back of his truck so that I couldn't use it. Before he drove off he told me
to do my usual chores, and then clean out the hen-house. As I did my usual
chores I got angrier and angrier, I hated cleaning the hen-house, and I think that
was what made me decide to run away. It was coming up to five o'clock, I
finished what I was doing and went and washed, then I had something to eat. I took
my money from its hiding place, and stuffed it down my sock before I put my
boots on. I had put a clean T-shirt on under my clean dungarees; they were too
small for me really, but my Uncle had said that the material was still good so
they'd have to last me another six months. They really emphasised my high,
firm bum! Then I put my hat on; I didn't bother with any cloth to restrain my
cock. Finally I filled a bottle with water and set off, walking in the direction
of the Interstate. It was the opposite way to the direction I usually took
and I'd no idea how far away it was.
It must have been getting on for nine and the sun was setting, I knew I'd
have to find somewhere to shelter for the night, but I hadn't seen a farm or any
traffic. I was about to pray for divine intervention when I heard a truck
coming up the road behind me, so I stuck out my thumb. Oh, before I go any further
I'd better describe myself at 16. I was just about 5ft tall, 8 stone, with a
firm, wiry body with a flat stomach; I was strong from working on the farm. I
had roughly cut tow-hair, my skin was pale and I had no body hair. My eyes
were brown and the housewives used to say I looked angelic. I was tanned deep
brown where my skin showed through my dungarees. My nipples were big, brown and
protruded a lot, but I didn't know that at the time, I had no comparisons. I
had a high, firm, dimpled bum, and a thin, 4 ½ inch uncut cock with a white
shaft and faint flat blue veins; it had grown a bit in the last six months. My
foreskin was on the tight side, and when my cock was rock-hard it peeled back to
reveal a bright, shiny red knob which was rounded and just slightly thicker
than my cock-shaft. My balls were average size for my age, (I've since found
out, being a connoisseur of young guys) in a hairless, tight, red ballsac. There
were a few sparse, light brown pubic hairs above my cock. Apart from a dusting
of golden down on my legs the rest of my body was hairless.
The truck, an old flat-bed Dodge like my Uncle's, pulled up in front of me
and I ran up to the door. The man in the passenger seat wound down the window
and leaned his elbow on the sill.
"Climb up on the running board so we can see you boy."
I took hold of the sill and pulled myself up onto the running board.
"Where you going to boy?"
I looked into a pair of blue eyes set in the sunburnt face of a man in his
early thirties; he was good looking in a rugged, rough sort of way. Beyond him I
could see two other men peering out at me. The one in the middle was a
younger, handsomer version of the man that had spoken to me. He looked to be in his
mid to late twenties. They were both wearing dirty white, tight T-shirts and
baggy old working jeans. They both had freckles and crew-cut ginger hair. The
driver was a much older man, probably only a few years younger than my uncle;
his hair was long, lank and black. He was wearing grubby dungarees with a grey,
once white, T-shirt underneath. I was sure that the driver had moved his hand
from the younger guys lap as I first glanced into the cabin, weird. Taking my
hat off I nervously answered him.
"I'm aiming to get to the Interstate sir. Could you give me lift?"
He turned back to the other two men and there was a brief whispered
conversation. I strained to hear, but only caught a few odd words here and there: where'
s he from, alone, how old, sweet buns, horny, fuck a rabbit, saves my ass.
Then blue-eyes turned back to me.
"Where you from boy?"
"Er, I live with my uncle, John Ritter, on his farm."
The driver swore, and then growled out.
"That sanctimonious, bible thumping old bastard! Me and him have had a few
run-ins in our time; I can't stand the mean old bastard."
Blue eyes reached down and lifted my chin.
"Why do you want the Interstate boy, running away?"
I felt a tear well up, I sniffed.
"Yes sir, I've just turned 16 and my Uncle still treats me like a slave; I
work all day and everyday and he doesn't pay me a dime. I've had enough."
"Does he mess with you?"
"What do you mean sir?"
"Nothing boy, nothing, if you don't know what I mean then he doesn't. Anyway
it's a good 3 hour drive to the Interstate, why don't you spend the night
with us? I'll run you to the Interstate tomorrow. I'm Jed, this here's my
brother Ned and driving is our uncle Ray."
"Thank you sir, I was beginning to wonder where I was going to sleep. I'm
Paul by the way."
Not knowing where the Interstate was I had to believe Jed, and I was so
grateful for the offer of a place to spend the night, I was a bit afraid of the
dark.
"OK boy, sorry Paul, climb down."
When I was on the ground Jed opened the door.
"There's not much room Paul, so you'll have to sit on my lap."
I climbed back up and sat in Jed's lap. I looked across at Ned and Ray and
nodded and smiled at them, they smiled back at me and Ned patted my thigh in a
friendly manner. He left his hand on my thigh and as I glanced down I saw that
the buttons on the fly of his jeans were undone. I could see some crinkly
ginger hairs poking out, I blushed and looked away. Just then Jed held onto my
sides and moved me about on his lap.
"Just getting us both comfortable Paul. OK Uncle Ray, take us home."
The truck rattled and bounced around, especially when we left the road and we
turned onto a dirt track. I could feel something hard lying along my
arse-crack; naïve as I was back then I presumed it was the buttons of Jed's fly. Ned'
s hand was still on my thigh and he was making small stroking motions. I had
another glance at his groin and saw that there was a bulge in his jeans which
was running down his muscled thigh. Then I threw a boner! I was so embarrassed,
so I looked back out the window and hoped no one in the cab could see it. The
three men were laughing and joking amongst themselves, and they were sharing
a thick cigarette which smelled funny. Within 20 minutes we pulled up outside
a ramshackle single storey house that had seen better days. Jed spoke.
"OK Paul, we're home. Out you get and follow Ned and Uncle Ray into the
house while I park the truck; Uncle Ray's hopeless at it."
Then Jed spoke to Uncle Ray.
"No touching Ray, were going to do this nice and slow. You hear?"
"Sure, sure."
Ray muttered as he hauled himself out of the cabin. I didn't know what Jed
was talking about, I was just grateful to climb out of the cab. When I was out I
put my hand in my pocket, well it's just a slit in dungarees, and grabbed my
stiff cock and held it against my belly to hide it. Uncle Ray led the way and
Ned followed me. After the front door there was a central passageway with a
couple of doors off it. There was no door at the end; we just walked into a
large room. To the left was a kitchen area, and to the right a living-room area.
In the middle were a large table and some chairs. It wasn't very clean, in fact
it was dirty, and the sink was stacked high with dirty dishes. It was so
dirty and such a mess it made my Uncle's house look like a palace. I was beginning
to doubt the wisdom of taking the lift, but, in reality there'd been no
alternative. My cock was softening by now so I took my hand out of my dungarees.
Ned pushed my bum, almost a caress.
"Take a seat at the table Paul."
I went and sat as Ray crossed the room and opened a cupboard and carried a
demijohn back to the table. I'd seen one like it once before at the granddad's
house and he'd told me it contained liquor, moonshine. My uncle was always
preaching on about the evils of alcohol. Ned had gone to the sink, I heard water
running and he came back to the table with four battered, chipped, enamel
mugs; he placed one before me and the rest by the demijohn. I saw why his fly was
open, all the buttons bar the top one were missing, and I couldn't help
noticing a mass of crinkly ginger hair poking out as he sat beside me. Ray then sat
down the other side of me. Just then Jed walked in.
"Move Ray, I get to sit next to the kid."
The way Ray moved it was obvious that Jed was in charge here.
Jed put his big rough hand on my shoulder.
"I know the place is a bit of a mess boy, but don't worry, you'll be bunking
in the barn, it's cleaner in there. We don't actually live here, you could
call it our "hunting lodge" we hang-out and fish and shoot here."
Ned laughed into his hand, and Ray, who was filling their mugs with
moonshine, giggled; Jed shot them both a stern glance. Once again I was too naïve to
catch on. Ray passed the mugs out and Ned lit another of those thick smelly
cigarettes. Jed reached over and pulled the demijohn to him, then he picked up my
mug and filled about a third of it from the demijohn and held it out to me.
"Here you go boy drink this, it'll make a man of you."
"Er, I don't drink sir, er Jed, my Uncle disapproves of alcohol."
"You're not at your Uncle's now boy, you're with us." Jed's voice went
stern. "Are you refusing our hospitality boy?"
I was getting a bit frightened at my situation by now, alone in a house with
3 grown men and no idea exactly where I was. So I stammered out a reply as I
took the mug from him.
"No sir, I'll try and drink it."
I took a mouthful and spat it back, it tasted awful. Ned reached for my mug.
"Don't panic the boy Jed, the first taste's always bad. Hold on and I'll
top it up with root beer. You like root beer don't you Paul?"
I nodded my head and Ned went to a cupboard and returned with a bottle of
root beer. He topped my mug up with it. All the time Jed and Ray were staring at
me and passing the cigarette back and forth. I tasted the new drink, it wasn't
too bad, just harsh; after two mouthfuls I put the mug down. Jed picked it up
and held it out to me again; there was menace in his voice as he spoke.
"All of it boy, you must be thirsty after all that walking!"
When I took the mug back off him my hand was trembling, so I held it with
both hands and mentally gritting my teeth I started to drink it down. It took me
two goes but I finally managed to finish it. My throat burned and my eyes were
watering. Jed patted me on the back none too gently as I coughed.
"Well done boy. Ned, pour him another. It's OK boy, you can take your time
with this one."
As I sipped at my drink the men continued drinking and smoking as they talked
amongst themselves, some times about me I think and other times cracking
jokes which had words in them I didn't understand. I started feeling woozy and
tired and my body got all loose. I even started laughing at their jokes, although
I didn't really understand them, and I noticed that they looked at each other
when I did. It was getting dark and Ray got up and switched on the lights, I'
d heard the generator thrumming in the background, like at my Uncle's. When I
finally managed to finish my second mug I realised that I needed to take a
shit, eating my Uncle's high fibre diet made me very regular, I always used the
lavatory before I went to bed. I hiccupped and turned to Jed.
"Jed, I need to use the lavatory please."
They burst out laughing, and then Jed answered.
"Open the back door, then piss off the porch boy, like we do."
"No sir, er, um, I mean a number 2."
I went bright red and the room went silent, I could almost hear their minds
working then Jed spoke again.
"The, um, out-house is outside boy, on the left, it faces away from the
house. You'll have to step over a small stream to get to it. It's dark outside now
so Ray will give you a lamp, there's a nail on the wall to hang it on."
Ray hauled himself to his feet and fetched me a battered old storm lantern.
He primed it, lit it and handed it to me.
"Thank you Ray, I'll go and do my business then."
I blushed again, almost staggered as I got to my feet, and hurried through
the back door, thankful that it was a warm night. My head was spinning and I
felt weird, obviously I was what my Uncle called drunk. After jumping over the
stream, and nearly falling over, I found the out-house, there was no door on it.
I shone the lantern inside, it was in a worse state than the house, there
were several planks missing from the 3 walls; and it stank. The floor was
basically mud. There were 2 poles stretching from wall to wall over a deep hole and I
could hear running water, then I saw that the stream ran at the bottom of the
hole. I'd seen a lavatory similar to this before and knew I'd have to hold
onto the higher pole, sit my thighs on the other, and hang my bum over the
hole. I looked around, located the nail in the wall, which was by the sitting
pole, and hung the lantern on it. I undid the shoulder straps of my dungarees and
took them off hanging them from a hook in the ceiling. I positioned myself
over the hole and grabbed the higher pole. I must have looked a right sight from
behind with my naked body and hairless white bum on full display!
I tried to relax, and was rewarded with my first stool pushing out of my hole
as I pissed into the stream. Due to my high fibre diet my stools were nearly
always long and firm, like smaller, brown versions of my cock. In fact, since I
'd started to cum, when I took a shit it sent tingles through my cock when
the stools came out of my bumhole. As the first one plopped into the stream I
heard mutterings behind the out-house; in my naiveté I thought the men were
probably outside pissing! Then my second stool forced it way out of my hole and
joined the first in the stream. Finally a third smaller one joined the other
two. There were some torn up squares of newspaper on a nail below the lamp, so I
used a couple of squares to wipe myself. It wasn't a very clean job, but I
thought there'd be a water source somewhere by the barn and I'd be able to clean
myself better before I bedded down. I got off the poles carefully, I was very
unsteady by now. Somehow I managed to get my dungarees back on without
touching the floor. Taking down the lamp I made my way back to the house,
negotiating the stream very carefully this time. My head was spinning a bit, my body
felt weird, but I felt happy.
As I entered the room Ned called me to the table and offered me another mug
of moonshine and root-beer. I put the lantern down next to another two that had
been lit, and took the mug. I was getting too drunk to care and I was
beginning to like being drunk, so I knocked the drink back in one go. I'd just placed
the mug back on the table when Ray and Jed grabbed me from behind, taking a
wrist each, and then they undid my dungaree straps, then they let go of my
wrists and grasped my arms firmly. Ned had dropped to his knees and he yanked my
dungarees down to my ankles and I stood there in all my glory, totally dazed
and confused. Because I was so drunk it took me a few seconds to realise my
predicament. I cried out, my voice high pitched and slurred.
"Hey, what are you doing to me? Let me go."
Then I started struggling to free myself, but Jed and Ray were far too strong
for me to have any hope of breaking free. Jed called out.
"Ned, take his feet out of his dungarees, but leave his boots on, all the
better for when we string him up."
String me up? I was getting really scared by now, so I didn't attempt to kick
out at Ned as he started to remove my dungarees.
When Ned had freed my dungarees he tossed them aside. I squealed as he
fondled my soft cock, then my ball-bag. I shouted.
"Fuck off  (I'd never sworn before, but I was getting really frightened)
you, you perverts, leave me alone."
They just ignored me; Ned let go and stood up.
"Nice little boy cock he's got, uncut and almost hairless, his balls are OK
too, in a cute, tight, hairless ball-bag. He looks more like a 12 year old
than a 16 year old. What's his arse like guys?"
Jed's calloused hand caressed my arse-cheeks then squeezed them and gave me a
hard slap on one of them causing me to jump and squeal.
"It's beautiful Ned, white, totally hairless, high and firm, just how we
like em!"
I started to cry, and sobbed as I spoke.
"Let me go please, please leave me alone, you're frightening me."
That earned me another hard slap on the other cheek.
"Stop crying like a baby, boy; and you can scream as much as you like; there'
s no one for miles around. Do as you're told and we'll let you go in the
morning, I might even take you to the Interstate, it's only half an hour's drive
away. What's going to happen to you has happened to lots of young boys we've
come across, and most of em ended up liking it. We're taking you out to the
barn now, and then we're going to have a lot of fun playing with your body!"
I sobbed quietly to myself as they picked up a lantern each and frog-marched
me out of the door. I remembered what I'd seen being done to Karl, but somehow
didn't think this would be the same. They lifted me over the stream with ease
and led me to the barn. It was in a much better condition than the house,
better even than my Uncle's. Ned opened a Judas gate and led the way in, throwing
a switch as he entered which lit up the whole barn. I looked around in
amazement and gasped, there was a centre stage area and, on three sides of it, there
were tiers of wooden benches four levels high. There were ropes and chains
hanging from the rafters down to the stage. Either side of the doors there were
stacks of different equipment and some bales of hay. Jed chuckled at my
reaction.
"Men are prepared to pay to see us "use" a boy, some of them even pay more
to join in. Pity we found you too late in the day to set a show up."
I shuddered and hunched over trying to squeeze my thighs around my shrivelled
cock to hide it.
Jed turned to the other two.
"What do you think guys, the saw-horse?"
They grinned wickedly and chorused their approval. Jed threw his powerful
arms around me pulling me upright and pinning my arms to my sides as Ned and Ray
carried something onto the stage. I dropped my head and started crying again, I
'd enough sense to know that they were going to use my body for sex. I could
feel Jed's rough jeans rubbing against my naked buttocks as he moved to and
fro, and the hardening object wasn't his fly buttons, it was his cock.
"Stop snivelling boy and look at the stage, see what we'll be fucking you on.
"
I sniffed and looked up; Ned and Ray had set up what looked like a saw-horse
but I could see it was wider and there was a shelf like thing at the one end.
>From all the bits and pieces on the legs and underneath I guessed it was
adjustable. Ray and Ned were just finishing bolting it to the stage. There was a
small table to one side of it. Ned straightened up and spoke.
"I think the kid's about the same size as that 14 year old Mexican kid we
did last weekend Jed; so he should fit OK on the horse."
"I think you're right bro, right, let's get him ready."
Jed spun me around and threw his arms back around me, then he carried me onto
the stage with ease and sat me down on one end of the horse, which had been
covered with a stained blanket. Ned and Ray took hold of my arms; by now I was
resigned to my fate, I'd never been an aggressive boy, I just prayed I'd get
out of this safely. I reasoned that the less trouble I gave them the less I'd
get hurt. Jed took hold of a rope and tied it around one of my ankles above my
boot, then he did the same to the other one. Then Ned and Ray lay me down and
adjusted my body so that the curve of my arse-cheeks was just off the edge of
the horse. My head was resting on the shelf; and Ned lifted it and put a
dirty cushion under it.
"So that you can watch us get you ready boy."
I watched as Jed pulled on another rope and my legs rose in the air until
they were at right angles to my body. He crossed to the other side of the horse
and pulled on another rope and my legs started to open. Jed kept pulling until
my legs were stretched so wide that I whimpered with pain. Ned spoke with
quiet authority.
"Loosen the rope a bit Jed, we don't want him split in two, do we."
Jed shot an angry look at Ned, but, amazingly, he slackened the rope a
little, which eased the pain. So Ned has some authority too, I thought to myself.
All the while this was happening they were talking about the Mexican kid who they
'd had last week. Apparently they'd given a show Friday night, Saturday
night, and Sunday night; then what Ray said next made me shudder with fear.
"That was the best Sunday, when the kid's hole was stretched so much that
Old Tom fucked him with his cock while he'd got his fist buried up his
boy-pussy. No need for them to break him in at that male whorehouse you sold him to in
Mexicali!"
They all laughed dirtily. I couldn't believe my ears; someone had put his
fist and his cock up the Mexican boys bum! It wasn't possible surely; a bumhole
was too small to take all that? And they'd sold him on to a whorehouse; and he
was only 14! I prayed that nobody would try and put their fist up my bum. Ned
and Ray then proceeded to tie my arms to the legs of the horse while Jed
fetched a wide leather belt and strapped it around my chest just below my nipples.
So there I was, tied and strapped down with my bumhole completely vulnerable
to attack; my little cock had shrivelled away to nothing. Jed turned to Ray.
"I forgot we used all the Crisco last weekend, go and get a new can from the
house; and bring the moonshine back too."
Ray set off for the house and Ned followed him out of the door. I heard a
hand pump, then Ned returned with a wet piece of rag. As he approached the horse
Jed stroked my quivering belly with a large, calloused hand and leered down at
me. I started when Ned wiped my arse-crack with the cold, wet, cloth, I
started again when he poked a twist of it into my bumhole and twisted it about.
"Just cleaning your bumhole out a bit boy, though with your hard stools you
shouldn't be too dirty."
I went bright red; they'd watched me take my shit, how embarrassing. I also
noticed that Ned was being gentle with my bumhole. Jed pinched a nipple to get
my attention.
"Mmmm, nice big titties boy. Now, have you ever sucked a cock?"
I gulped and my voice was high, squeaky and shaking as I answered.
" No sir."
"Good, Ned can take your boypussy's cherry, and I can take your virgin
mouth. Ray can play with your body while we're raping you, then he can have your
boypussy until Ned and me are ready for seconds. Only the second time my big
cock will be in your boypussy while Ned, hopefully fucks your throat."
I couldn't take it all in, I was still drunk. I could feel my tears running
down my cheeks as I lay there totally vulnerable, and sobbing almost silently.
Ray returned with a big tin of Crisco, the jug of moonshine and some mugs and
put them on the table. They started to undress; when they were naked Jed spoke
to me.
"Take a good look at what you're going to get boy."
Jed, who was around six foot two, was well built and muscled, with the
slightest beginning of a beer-belly. As I said he, and his brother, were ginger
headed with a crop cut. Jed's body was white with very little red body hair. He
was holding an 8 ½ inch thick, uncut cock, its torpedo shaped knob was as wide
as the cock shaft at the start, but the cock shaft widened in the middle before
narrowing to its base, which was as thick as the top. The shaft of his cock
was white like his body and I could see thick, deep blue veins. His balls
looked big and were encased in a ginger haired, very hairy ballsac. I'd thought the
man I saw with Kirk had a big cock, was I mistaken!
Ned was a smaller, fitter version of his brother, around six foot, and with a
washboard stomach instead of a slight beer-belly. His veined cock was similar
to his brother's, but about an inch shorter and not quite so thick. His balls
looked bigger than Jed's, and he had as much ginger pubic hair.
Ray was probably 5ft 10, he was heavy set with a pronounced beer-belly, his
pecs were flabby, like a woman's tits; his body was running to seed. He had
lank black hair and a pale hairy body, he wasn't attractive. His cock was about 6
inches and cut, it was thinner than the other two. His flared knob was purple
and his cock-shaft was brown. He had a very low hanging, hairy ballsac, and
smaller balls than the brothers' were.
Jed opened the jug and poured moonshine into the four mugs. He came over to
me and lifted my head until it hurt.
"You'd better drink some of this boy, it'll help deaden the pain when we
start fucking you."
I didn't argue, I was dreading what was coming and I needed all the help I
could get. I spluttered when the raw, undiluted spirit went down, but I managed
a second gulp. Seeing that I'd had enough Jed removed the cushion, and my head
lay back on the shelf. The three of them took a large swig from their mugs
and put them back on the table. Jed came and stood behind my head and I was
staring at his cock and balls. He leered at me.
"OK boy open your mouth wide, and watch your teeth on my cock. Do exactly as
you're told and you won't get hurt. You'll take some pain of course, but you'
ll get used to it, even get to like it, most of "our" boys do."
They all laughed again, it was frightening. I opened my mouth wide and Jed
pulled his foreskin back and then put his shiny red knob into my mouth, I didn't
know what to do.
"Lick my knob boy, get used to the taste of a real man's cock and precum."
So that was what you called the clear liquid that comes out of your cock
before you cum I thought as I tentatively took my first lick of a man's cock. Jed'
s cock tasted salty and as I licked I felt precum ooze from his cock-slit;
there was a faint fishy taste to it. Jed pushed a bit more of his cock into my
mouth.
"OK boy, now start sucking, but don't stop licking either."
As I concentrated on sucking Jed's big fat cock I'd forgotten about the
other two, so I jumped when Ned smeared my hairless arse-crack with Crisco and
gently poked some inside my bumhole. Then Ray started to run his calloused hands
all over my torso, before he concentrated on my nipples, pinching and
squeezing them until they erected.
"Nice big titties boy."
Ray exclaimed as he continued torturing them. I was writhing on the horse as
I tried to keep sucking and licking Jed's throbbing cock. His big hairy
ballbag was making it hard for me to breathe as it lay against my face. Then things
got worse, I cried out in agony as Ned unceremoniously pushed his thick, 7 ½
inch cock into my bumhole and through my sphincter, thankfully he stopped when
his knob was fully inside my body.
"OK boy, I'll give you a couple of minutes to get used to my cock."
I lay there struggling to breath, I'd stopped working on Jed's cock the
second Ned's knob had breached my sphincter; the pain was that intense, I actually
thought he'd split me open. Ray stopped abusing my nipples, then I felt his
lank hair brush my trembling belly. I gasped again as his mouth engulfed my
shrivelled cock and then my ballbag. He started to sort of chew on my cock and
balls sending another weird sensation through my quivering body; then I realised
I couldn't feel his teeth. Ned chuckled.
"Pity you're not hard boy, if you were you'd really enjoy it; cuz when Ray
takes his false teeth out he's the best cocksucker in 4 counties."
My breathing was a little more regular by now and Jed spoke, his voice full
of lust.
"OK Ned, go for it; and you boy carry on working on my cock, I can't wait to
pump my cum into your virgin mouth."
As I started working on Jed's cock again Ned forced his cock up my bumhole
until I could feel his crinkly pubes scratching my hairless arse-cheeks. I
actually screamed around Jed's cock the pain was so intense yet again, especially
when the thickest part of Ned's cock-shaft forced my sphincter even wider
apart. Then Ned started to fuck my bumhole with long steady strokes, I was moaning
in agony as his cock slid up and down my channel. Jed flicked my nipples to
get my attention.
"Hey boy, don't forget my cock; and Ray get off the kid's cock and go and
lick Ned's arse while he fucks the kid, you know how much Ned likes a juicy
tongue in his arse-crack."
My jaws ached, my arsehole ached, my nipples ached, my legs ached, and pain
was racking my trembling body, but, fearful of what would happen if I didn't
comply I struggled to suck and tongue Jed's cock as he fucked it in and out of
my mouth in, punchy, one inch strokes, his ball-bag slapping against my face.
Ned had increased the pace of his strokes and he was pulling his thick cock
back to his knob before plunging his 7 ½ inch cock back into my body. Then I felt
Jed's ball-bag start to tighten when Ned grunted.
"Fucking hell, his boypussy is so fucking tight I'm almost ready to cum!"
"Me too bro, the sight of your sweet cock fucking his tiny hole is such a
turn on, and he's beginning to suck my cock like an old pro, he'll be deep
throating us all next."
They all laughed, then Jed addressed me again.
"Get ready boy, I'm about to shoot my load too, and you'd better eat it all."

Could it get any worse I thought, I've got to eat his cum! Then Jed's
ballbag tightened again and he shouted out.
"I cumming, I'm cumming, eat my big load of mancum boy!"
As the first jet of thick hot mancum hit the back of my mouth Ned thrust hard
into my abuse bumhole and started to buck.
"Jesus Christ Jed I'm filling his guts with my cum too, both his holes being
filled with our family cum together, awesome."
And I felt Ned's 7 ½ inch cock thicken inside me as he shot jet after jet of
his mancum into my insides, slapping my arse-cheeks every time he shot. By now
Jed's thick, salty cum was filling my mouth as I desperately tried to swallow
it all; but there was too much, and I sort of choked and spluttered and some
of Jed's cum shot from my nose, as more trickled from my mouth.
"Hey Ray get up here and look at this, Jed's shot so much spunk it's cumming
out of the kid's nose. Just like that 13 year old runaway last month!"
Finally they'd both finished cumming and I hoped my ordeal was over,
forgetting what Jed had told me. One thing I realised as I lay there covered in sweat,
I'd like the taste of Jed's thick, salty cum. With a loud, wet plop Ned
yanked his cock from my battered bumhole and Ray immediately pushed his 6 inch
cock into my bumhole in its place. Then he proceeded to rapidly fuck my bumhole,
grunting like a pig as he did it, and his long, loose ball-bag made loud
slapping sounds as it smacked against my hairless arse-cheeks. I must admit I'd
hardly felt his smaller cock go past my distended sphincter, and the pain I'd
been feeling had subsided to a dull ache. As Ray pounded away at my bumhole,
accompanied by loud squelching, I could feel something gooey trickling from my
bumhole and dripping onto the stage. Ray's ball bag was so long it was slapping
hard against the bottom of my hairless arse-cheeks. Ned came and stood by his
brother, whose fairly hard cock was still in my mouth.
"OK Jed pull out and let the kid clean off my cock."
I was mortified, Ned wanted to put his cock into my mouth after it had been
up my bum! Jed withdrew his cock and before Ned could do anything I closed my
mouth tight. Ned and Jed burst out laughing then Jed pinched my cummy nose
closed until I had to open my mouth to breath, and Ned pushed his half hard cock
into my mouth.
"Listen up boy, you'd better do as you're told or Jed here will tan your
arse with his belt until he fetches blood; he likes to do that to little boys who
misbehave. Now clean my cock."
I could well believe that about Jed, so I decided I'd try not to upset them,
I was getting punished enough as it was. As I took Ned's cock into my mouth I
could see that there were a few streaks of my shit on Ned's cock along with Ned
's cum, but one good thing, there wasn't any blood. I gulped and started to
work cleaning  Ned's dirty cock. So there I was, strung up, being fucked and
cleaning off a cock that had just come out of my bumhole and was covered in
cum, shit and my bumhole juices. Then, the weirdest thing happened, my cock began
to stiffen, of course I now know that it was Ray's cock repeatedly banging
against my sphincter that was causing my cock to stiffen. Ray called out in
gasps.
"Hey .. guys .. the little .. fucker's .. getting into it, .. he's getting
hard!"
Jed immediately leaned over my groin, he held the base of my stiffening cock
so that as my cock quickly went rigid my foreskin was held back exposing my
bright red knob. When my cock was at its full 4 ½ inches Jed started licking my
knob. Waves of pleasure washed over me and I forgot about Ned's cock in my
mouth and Ray fucking me. It felt incredible having someone using his mouth on my
cock, especially when Jed took my cock into his mouth and started sucking
while still lapping at my exposed knob with his tongue. I came back to reality
when I heard Ray shout.
"Oh Jesus F. Christ! Get ready boy here comes my mancum!"
Ray grabbed my legs around my thighs and pulled me towards him, burying his 6
inch cock as far up my channel as he could, then his body convulsed and I
felt him start pumping load after load of hot mancum into my channel, I was
surprised at how much spunk he was producing.
"Oh what a sweet tight arsehole you've got boy. Now get ready for my second
load."
I couldn't believe it, Ray's cock had stayed rock hard and he started to
fuck my bumhole for a second time. I groaned around Ned's cock as Ray's balls
resumed their banging against my hairless arse-cheeks. If the saw-horse hadn't
been bolted to the stage I'm sure Ned and Ray's fucking would have moved it by
several feet. Jed lifted off my cock.
"Here Ned you can have his first load, I need him to get my cock hard again.
Knowing Ray he wont last much longer!"
Ned withdrew his stiff cock from my mouth and Jed replaced it with his half
hard cock.
"Suck on it boy, get it nice and stiff; I can't wait to force it up your
boypussy!"
I began to suck on Jed's half hard cock as Ned took my stiff, quivering cock
into his mouth and started to suck on it, more tenderly than Jed had. My jaws
really ached, but my bumhole felt funny, there was a dull ache, but I was
beginning to like the feeling of Ray's cock fucking my channel. Then Ned swallowed
my cock, straight down his throat! When he started working my knob and bit of
cock-shaft with his throat muscles as well as still sucking on my cock, I
lost it. My body went rigid, I clamped my sphincter tight around Ray's cock and
my own cock exploded and I started filling Ned's mouth with my cum. Jed guessed
what was happening and I felt his cock harden in my mouth; somehow I was
still working on it.
"Save me some of that boy cum Ned, I want to taste him."
At the same time Ray cried out.
"Oh Christ! Every time he shoots his sphincter tightens around my cock, the
little bastard's  milking my cock, I'm cumming again."
"Keep your cock inside his boypussy when you've finished cumming Ray, keep
his bumhole open and ready for my big thick 8 ½ inch cock."
Ray pulled me to him again and I felt his spunk start hitting my channel
walls as he came again, as hard and as much as the first time. Ray was still
pumping his seed into me as I finished cumming; Ned sucked on my cock until I
whimpered. He stood up and walked to Jed, who pulled his stiff cock from my mouth,
I looked up, and the brothers kissed, sharing my cum until Jed swallowed it.
At last I could rest my aching jaws and get my breath back to normal. Ray had
finished cumming, and he did as Jed told him and kept his cock buried inside my
channel. I couldn't believe it, but Ray's cock was still hard, I could feel
it as he flexed it against my channel walls. A mixture of Ned and Ray's cum
and my body juices was still trickling from my abused bumhole. Everybody was
sweating, and the smell of man sex hung rank in the air.
Jed and Ned broke their kiss.
"Let's have a drink Jed before we carry on; and I'll give the kid one, it'
ll relax and loosen him up for what we're going to do to him next."
Jed filled the four mugs with moonshine, handed two to Ned and took two down
to Ray. Ned cupped my head and lifted it smiling at me as he did; and I
managed another couple of gulps from the mug he offered me, then a third. It didn't
burn so much this time, I was getting used to it; and being drunk was helping
me take all the abuse my body was receiving. Ned lay my head back down and
drank his moonshine as Jed called out.
"How d'you want to do this Ned?"
"Let me get my cock in his mouth, then I'll let you know when I think he's
ready. Open your mouth boy, I'm going to feed you my cock."
I opened my mouth and Ned fed me his hard cock until it hit the entrance to
my throat, then he held it there. I needed no instructions, I started sucking
and lapping at his shaft immediately. After a couple of minutes Ned called out.
"OK boys, whenever you're ready."
Ray whipped his stiff cock from my battered bumhole, I winced as it came
through my sphincter which had closed a bit. I screamed as Jed rammed his 8 ½ cock
straight up my bumhole, not stopping until his ballbag slapped against my
hairless arse-cheeks and his crinkly pubes ground against them. As I screamed out
Ned shoved forwards and his cock disappeared down my throat, the position of
my head giving Ned straight access. I couldn't breathe properly and I could
feel myself turning red.
"He's took it boys, my cock is all the way down his throat! Let's give him a
minute to sort his breathing out."
Ned lifted his big balls in their loose, hairy ballbag off my face, and spoke
encouragingly.
"OK Paul, calm down and breath through your nose, you'll soon get used to my
big cock being down your throat. When you've got your breathing regular start
swallowing and your throat muscles will masturbate my cock for me."
Not only was I in pain from Jed's big thick 8 ½ inch cock which was rammed up
my bumhole, now I had to contend with Ned's 7 ½ inch cock being stuck down my
throat. My own cock had gone soft from the pain of Jed's cock forcing it's
way through my aching sphincter. But, after a couple of minutes I got my
breathing under control and the pain in my bumhole had reduced to a dull ache again.
I tentatively started swallowing, marvelling at the weirdness of having Ned's
cock down my throat. As soon as I started swallowing Ned called out.
"OK guys he's started swallowing, I think he's a natural cock-slut; carry on
fucking him Jed."
Somehow I got a perverse pleasure from Ned's words, I wanted to please him,
not the other two, so much. I guess I was falling in love, or lust, with him.
I kept swallowing as Jed slowly pulled his cock back until just his knob was
inside my aching bumhole, then just as slowly he pushed it back in, he kept
this up for several minutes. In the meantime I felt Ray wipe his cock clean on
my sweat covered body, then I felt him engulf my cock with his toothless mouth.
I was producing so much saliva it was trickling from the corners of my mouth
and I could still feel gooey stuff trickling from my abused bumhole. Jed
speeded up, his big cock squelching in and out of my bumhole. I was starting to get
pleasure from Jed's fucking and Ray's expert mouth had got my cock hard
again. Just then Ned spoke to me again.
"Paul, I'm going to pull my cock all the way out of your throat so that you
can clear away your saliva, then I want you to relax and I'll push my cock
back down your throat."
I gasped when Ned's cock left my throat then I swallowed a couple of times to
get rid of my saliva, and Ned's precum, which was trickling from his
cock-slit. Seconds later Ned's cock was back at the entrance to my throat, but as he
pushed forwards I gagged. Ned stopped immediately.
"Easy Paul, easy. Just relax as I push forwards, my cock's been down your
throat before so you know you can take it."
Ned pushed forwards again, I relaxed and his cock slid back down my throat. I
was elated, I so wanted to please Ned, who stroked my throat and whispered.
"Good boy Paul."
The other two were busy concentrating on using my body and I don't think they
heard him. Jed speeded up again and his ball sack was smacking against my
hairless arse-cheeks and his big thick cock was pounding my sphincter. Ray had
begun to play with my balls and my nipples as he sucked away on my stiff 4 ½
inch cock. I was writhing around as much as my bonds would let me. I suddenly
started as a really pleasurable sensation shot through my body, and my cock
erupted into Ray's mouth. Ray sucked me dry then lifted off my cock, he kissed my
navel and I felt wet sticky stuff on it, he'd kept my spunk in his mouth and
now he'd deposited it on my belly, then he smeared it all over my trembling
body. My sphincter had spasmed around Jed's cock every time I'd shot and I'd
swallowed faster and sucked harder on Ned's cock while I was cumming. Jed had
called out when I started cumming.
"Fucking hell this is one sexy boy, he's cumming again and it feels like his
tight, slimy bumhole's trying to strangle my cock every time he shoots."
I think it was when I came that second time that I realised I was gay. In
different circumstances, with the right man I knew that I'd like having a cock
down my throat or a cock up my bumhole, or someone sucking me off. And, at that
moment, I wanted it to be Ned. Ned, who groaned and cried out.
"Oh fuck! The kids throat is bringing me off."
Ned pulled back until his cock was back in my mouth, he released his
tightening ballbag and his big balls banged against my face. He grabbed my head,
holding it steady as he gently moved his cock back and forth in my mouth. I tongued
his knob and sucked really hard, I wanted his cum in my mouth, in my belly.
Within seconds Ned moaned and jet after jet of his hot strong cum began to fill
my mouth. I was ready for him and started swallowing Ned's cum immediately.
At the same time as Ned started cumming Ray had taken my softening cock back
into his talented mouth and was getting me hard again. Ned gasped again when he
finally stopped cumming.
"That was fucking awesome kid, now keep my cock hard."
What are they going to do to me next I wondered as I started suckling on Ned'
s cock. Jed meanwhile was still pounding away at my bumhole and Ray was
bringing my cock back to life. Ned pulled his stiff cock from my mouth and spoke to
Ray.
"I'm going to give the kid a breather, his jaws must ache something awful.
So I'll suck on his cock and you can suck on mine to keep it hard."
Before he moved Ned stuck the dirty cushion under my head again to lift my
head and I could see Jed, eyes closed, pounding away at my bumhole; his body was
covered in a sheen of sweat. His big, calloused hands were on my arse-cheeks
pulling them wide apart, my bumhole really ached but it was beginning to make
me feel sexy. I felt Ned take my cock into his mouth, pulling my foreskin back
so that he could get at my tender knob. I glanced sideways and saw Ray on his
knees with Ned's cock in his mouth. As I watched Ray reached up and grabbed
my nearest nipple, my nipples had been so abused they really hurt and I
whimpered at his touch. Jed's eyes opened and he stopped fucking me.
"Leave the kid's nipples alone Ray, you've abused them enough for tonight, I'
ve had an idea. This kid is so fuckin hot I think we should rest him tomorrow
and set up a weekend show from Friday night through to Sunday night; like we
did with that Mexican kid. This one's real sexy, and white. What do you think?"

Ray gave a dirty chuckle as he lifted off Ned's cock to answer.
"I think that's a great idea Jed, we'd make a fortune, especially if we let
certain people know who his Uncle is, especially Sheriff Pinter, he hates John
Ritter almost as much as he hates Sheriff Wade! And we all know how much he
likes fucking any young boys."
Jed gave a dirty laugh, then spoke to Ned.
"Well Ned, what do you think?"
Ned raised of my stiffened cock and leered up at Jed.
"That's a great idea Bro, we could limit it to guys with grudges against his
Uncle and charge double, let them all have a chance to abuse his nephew's
body, I'm sure they'd all like to do that. And maybe we'll let them use the
straps and paddles on his arse for a grand finale after we've all finished with
his throat and boypussy!"
As they laughed together I shuddered, I couldn't believe what Ned had
suggested. But before Ned took my cock back in his mouth he caught my eye and
imperceptibly shook his head. I breathed a sigh of relief, my hero wouldn't let them
do that to me! I guessed he'd just agreed with them to keep them sweet.
Sheriff Pinter was Sheriff of the neighbouring county, so I guessed this place I was
being abused in was in his county.
Jed resumed fucking my bumhole at a furious pace, grasping my legs. His eyes
were closed again, his face contorted. Ned then swallowed my cock and I
quivered as his throat muscles worked on my cock shaft. In minutes I could feel my
spunk building for the third time, and I cried out.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming."
Ned pulled back and started sucking hard on my knob, I bucked and shot jet
after jet of boycum into his mouth. Of course every time I shot my sphincter
clamped around Jed's thick cock-shaft. His eyes popped open and he shouted out.
"Here it comes pussyboy, I'm going to fill your insides with my hot mancum."
He buried his cock as far inside me as he could, I felt it swell, and then
his hot mancum was splattering the walls of my channel. I finished cumming
before he did but I purposely kept clenching and unclenching my sphincter until Jed
collapsed against my legs totally spent.
"Fucking Hell!" he gasped. "That was unbelievable, his hole is still so
fuckin tight!"
Ned raised off my cock and stood up.
"Don't pull out yet Jed, I want to fuck his sweet boypussy one more time. OK
Ray you can stop sucking my cock now."
Ray stood and as Ned walked towards Jed Ray bent over and started working on
my softening cock yet again. I groaned as he started to play with my balls,
kneading and squeezing them. Jed's cock had softened inside me so when he pulled
it out, with a squelch and a loud plop, I hardly felt a thing. Then Ned
placed his cock on my battered, gaping pucker.
"Look at me boy, keep your eyes on my face as I push my big cock all the way
into your boypussy."
We locked eyes and Ned pushed steadily forwards forcing his thick 7 ½ inch
cock into my bumhole. I winced as it broke through my sphincter and gritted my
teeth until I felt his balls hit my arse-cheeks. Ned half smiled at me and I
smiled back. Then Jed whipped the cushion away.
"Clean my cock boy, and don't worry, I don't want you to suck me off again. I
'm saving my next load of mancum for my usual morning fuck with Ned."
I had no shame now and took Jed's cock into my mouth, actually savouring the
mixture of tastes; my body juices, Ray's cum, Ned's cum and Jed's cum. Jed
pulled his foreskin back so that I had total access to his slimy knob. While I
slurped on Jed's knob and softening cock I could hear Ned's cock squelching in
and out of my battered bumhole as he steadily fucked me. Ray's mouth was
working its magic and my cock was rapidly stiffening. Although my bumhole was
battered and bruised the knowledge that it was Ned fucking me was turning me on.
Jed pulled his cock from my mouth.
"While you two finish off I'm going to sort out the equipment for Friday
night's session."
Ray lifted his mouth off my cock, replacing it with a calloused hand he idly
wanked it.
"We're not going to use the saw-horse then Jed?"
"Not the first night, I'm torn between strapping him to the cross, or
chaining him up in an X."
"Mmmmmm, chaining him up seems a good idea, total access to his genitals and
his boypussy, and we could set up the platform so that his mouth would be
available."
"Good idea Ray, yes I think that's what we'll do."
"Are we going to give him a public enema first, like that black kid last
year. That seemed to please everybody."
"Sounds good to me Ray. What do you thin Ned."
"I can't wait Bro, roll on Friday!"
Although Ned was agreeing with them his heart didn't sound in it. Ray went
back to working on my cock and balls and Ned started to speed up fucking my
bumhole; from his ragged breathing and his groaning I could tell he was close to
cumming. After a few more minutes he tensed.
"Oh Yeah! I'm gonna cum"
Hearing this I started clenching and unclenching my sphincter and I was
rewarded when I felt Ned's cock thicken then shoot blast after blast of cum inside
me. Ray let go of my tightening balls, lifted his mouth off my cock and
grabbed hold of it. Pointing it up my body he started to furiously wank it. Ned had
almost finished cumming when my sphincter tightened even more and I cried out.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck,  I'm gonna cum again!"
My sphincter was so tight around Ned's cock-shaft I must have milked him dry.
My boycum shot into the air and spattered down onto my body joining the rest
of the cum I was covered in, and Ray spread it all around my body. I must have
looked a real mess with my body covered in dry and drying cum. I sank back
onto the saw-horse, I was totally spent. My body felt battered, my throat ached,
my jaws ached, and my bumhole felt stretched beyond recognition. I was drunk,
I was tired and I knew that I wasn't far from passing out. Thankfully Ned's
cock was softening as he gently eased it from my ravaged bumhole. I managed to
raise my head and feebly smile at him. He smiled back, then joined Ray in
untying my arms. When they were free Ned spoke.
"Rub his muscles, while I do this arm, get his circulation going."
At that Jed walked.
"What the fuck you doin? Just undo him and throw him onto a bale of hay."
"Very clever Bro, think how long he's been strung up. We want a fit and
healthy kid for the weekend, not damaged goods."
"Suppose you're right Bro, I'll get his legs down."
As Jed lowered my legs Ray yawned long and loud, then he farted.
"I'm done boys, I'm off to bed."
They said their good nights then Jed finished lowering my legs. I cried out
as I got pins and needles when my blood started to circulate. Ned and Jed began
massaging my muscles and slowly the pins and needles went away. I ached all
over, my bumhole felt on fire, and I could feel gooey stuff still trickling
from my abused bumhole. Suddenly I was very tired and I yawned loudly.
"OK Ned, he seems OK now, wrap him in the blanket and we'll lay him over
there."
They wrapped me in the stained blanket and carried me over to a bale of hay.
When they'd put me down Jed fitted a fetter to an ankle then attached it to a
chain that was embedded in the barn wall. If I could get up I wouldn't be able
to get away. As they started to leave the barn, Jed first, Ned put my half
full mug of moonshine next to me and whispered.
"Drink it Paul, it'll help with the pain, and help you sleep."
Ned hung his lantern from a nail.
"I'm leaving a lantern Jed, keep the rats and bugs away."
Then they'd gone. I was shivering even though it was a warm night, so I
pulled the dirty old blanket around me after I'd had a good swig of moonshine. I
started crying, terrified of the coming weekend if Ned couldn't save me. I kept
drifting in and out of sleep even though I finished the moonshine. Eventually
the lantern sputtered out and I lay there listening to the noises coming from
all over the barn. Then I heard a cock crow. Ten minutes later the door opened
and Ned came in, I went to speak, but Ned shushed me.
"Don't talk, I'm going to get you out of here, Jed and Ray'll sleep till
midday."
He unlocked the fetter, picked me up easily and carried me from the barn. Ned
placed me on the bed of the truck with my head on some sacks. He handed me a
bottle of cough medicine saying it might help ease my throat. As I drank it,
it did seem to soothe my throat a little, Ned opened the truck door and I heard
him grunt, then the truck started rolling, thankfully the track ran downhill
from the barn. When we were a good distance from the house Ned jumped into the
cabin and started the motor. He drove slowly and the gentle rocking sent me
to sleep.
I woke up on my Uncles porch, in a sort off half-sleep all I could remember
was being carried from the truck and being gently laid down. Then someone, well
it must have been Ned, kissed my brow and whispered.
"What might have been."
I realised I'd been woken up by the sound of my Uncle's truck. I was still
feeling the effects of the moonshine, and had a blinding headache. The blanket
felt wet around my crotch area, I realised I'd pissed myself sometime during
the night. My bumhole ached and my throat felt awful; as I moved my legs my
arse-cheeks pulled apart and I could tell they were covered in the dried up goo
that had seeped from my bumhole. Then my Uncle was standing over me, he bent
and uncovered my body. I tried to speak but just croaked. My Uncle sighed
despairingly, then tutted.
"Don't say anything boy, I can see you've succumbed to Satan."
"Bbbbut Uncle, they forced me." I managed to stammer.
"Maybe boy, but I can see from the mess on your prick that your body joined
in. Now your body will corrupt your mind, you'll never be the same again. Wait
there (as if I was going anywhere), I'll get the bath."
To cut out the trivial my Uncle bathed me using a cloth, not actually
touching my naked body with his flesh, the soap and water stung my bumhole. He'd
given me a funny look when he'd removed my boots and socks and found my money. I
tried to tell him I hadn't stolen it but he told me not to speak until he'd
got his head around what had happened to me. I started sobbing quietly, I couldn'
t stop, my Uncle just tutted. After he'd bathed me, he towelled me down, then
carried me to my bedroom and put me into bed. He gave me a jar of ointment
telling me I knew where to put it, and left the room. I applied some ointment to
my sore bumhole. Then my Uncle returned with some water and 2 aspirin, when I'
d taken them he told me to get some sleep and he reminded me not to speak to
him until he asked me to. I sobbed into my pillow for a couple of minutes then
I slept.
It was dark when I awoke, and I couldn't believe it but my cock was stiff; my
bumhole still ached a bit, but it felt sort off empty. I carefully sat up and
lit my bedside candle. My Uncle must have seen the light, because seconds
later he came in carrying a tray with a glass of water, 2 more aspirin, a big
bowl of stew and some corn bread on it. The smell made me realise I was starving.
He handed me the tray and told me that I'd slept for 8 hours, when I was
finished I was to call out. Sheriff Wade was here he informed me, and I was to
tell them both what happened, just the basics no graphic details. I wolfed the
food down as quickly as I could, took the aspirin and then I used my chamber pot
to piss in, I was bursting; thankfully my cock was no longer at full mast. I
got back into bed and called out that I was ready.
They came into my room and sat by my bed. I was embarrassed by now, but
Sheriff Wade made it easier for me by asking questions, like: who were they, did
they put their penises in my mouth and bumhole, did they cum inside me etc… I
also told them what they'd planned for the weekend, and I kept emphasising the
Ned had saved me. Then they talked together as if I wasn't there; how the house
and barn being in the next county and the brothers and uncle having the
protection of Sheriff Pinter, meant there was little legally to do. They'd probably
get a load of cronies to vouch for them being elsewhere, branding me a liar.
The Judds, the  brothers' and Ray's family name, had another farm in this
county, but Sheriff Wade was of the opinion that they'd stay out of this county
until things blew over. They went about how it was time it was stopped, that it
was far worse than they thought, they hadn't known about the Mexican male
brothel, or how often it had been happening.
Eventually they left me to sleep and I dropped off dreaming of Ned. I awoke
to bright sunshine  with a raging hard on, I found some rag, and as I applied
more ointment to my bumhole I furiously wanked off into the cloth. Of course I
imagined it was Ned wanking me off. I gingerly got up and dressed, then I went
and used the outhouse, my guts had started aching. When I sat on the pan
everything seemed to shoot out of my bum at once. When I'd cleaned myself I went
to the kitchen, there was a pot of stew on the range and a note from my Uncle
telling me that he'd gone into town and he'd be back as soon as he could. The
clock on the wall said it was ten-thirty. I had a big bowl of stew, then I got
a basin of warm water and cleaned my bum again before applying more ointment.

My Uncle arrived back about 10 minutes later. He told me that I couldn't stay
with him any longer; from what I'd said last night he knew I'd be seeking
Ned out. I blushed when he said that. He told me to pack my things and handed me
a brown-paper parcel telling me to dress in the clothes inside it. I was in
shock and went to get dressed in a daze. The parcel contained a new pair of
dungarees, a suit, a vest, a shirt, a pair of shoes, and a pair of underpants! As
I dressed I began to cry, what was going to happen to me? I packed the rest
of my clothes and my few personal belongings into the suitcase I'd arrived with
all those years ago. Then I returned to the kitchen, still sobbing.
My Uncle told me to buck up, he explained that he'd been in touch with
another old army friend who ran a facility for wayward boys just outside L.A. They
grew all their own vegetables and I was to go and be a live-in gardener. I'd
get free board and lodging and some wages. He insisted that it wasn't a
punishment, and when I was 18 I could decide my own life. I was still unhappy, but
what could I do? My Uncle ran me into town to catch the Greyhound bus, before I
got out of the cab he handed me some money, saying that it was the money I'd
had in my sock, plus a bit more; then we shook hands. I got out and went to the
coach, when I turned to wave to my Uncle he'd driven off.
I dozed and sobbed most of the way to my stop, just outside L.A., and was met
by Larry, who was  my Uncle's friend. He turned out to be a nice guy. I
settled in quickly and I started an affair with a 25 year old facility supervisor
called Jim. Within 6 months we were living together outside the facility; we
were together for 5 years.
About 4 months after I got there Larry called me into his office, he showed
me a newspaper clipping that Sheriff Wade had sent him. Two weeks ago Jed and
Ray Judd had been found dead at their farm by Sheriff Pinter. According to the
reporter foul play wasn't suspected, it was believed that they'd shot each
other in an argument over money, dollar bills were scattered all around the
room. The authorities were looking for Ned Judd, who was last seen the day before
the tragedy driving his truck towards the Interstate.
When I'd read it Larry handed me another clipping dated the day after the
Judds died. Sheriff Wade and my Uncle had been out hunting when my Uncle tripped
and his gun went off and he was fatally wounded.
I looked at Larry, Larry looked at me, neither of us spoke. My Uncle NEVER
went hunting, draw your own conclusions!

THE END.

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