Date: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 09:53:01 -0600 From: charles Turner Subject: Captive 14 CAPTIVE XIV "Boys, we don't really care if you are queer, gay or whatever you might call yourself. While you were suspended the teachers met and agreed that it really wasn't anyone's business what the two of you do when you go home. But. And it is a big but, we don't want to have the other kids watching you display your sexuality. So, no holding hands, no kissing and definitely no sex will be allowed on the school grounds. "The punishment you were given was a bit harsh, but for the next week a teacher will accompany everywhere you go. And that will include the restroom. That is so the two of you don't try meeting and so the other students don't harass you like they have been harassing Ron Schmitt. We are aware that you are not averse to fighting and do not want to infect the school with the idea fighting solves anything. "Do you have any questions?" "After the week, are we going to be punished when the bullies attack us? You know having the teachers following us around for a week is just going to make them think of us as sissies they can bully even more. We have to be allowed to defend ourselves, the students here all know what we were doing when that sneaky old man peeped through the door knob hole and watched us. "Neither of us wants to start a fight, but speaking for myself I won't stand quietly while being called names. You may think fighting doesn't solve anything but it does teach bullies that there will always be some one that will stand up to their harassment." "Young man, it is not your place to be teaching our students that lesson, the teachers need to be teaching that. We agreed that we would be having discussions about tolerance and bullying this week while you are being protected. "Now join your class and I will take Weldon to his." School went as expected that week, the boys were kept apart and they heard the same taunts that they had heard shouted at Ron. Both boys left school at the end of the day desperate to get at each other's body. There was no way for Donny to pass Weldon his bottle of piss and the boy was desperately thirsty by the time they got in the Camaro to drive home. They wouldn't be thirty feet from where they had parked before he had his mouth between Donny's legs waiting for the elixir he needed so badly. For an hour each evening before supper Donny continued to teach Weldon how to fight and how to defend himself. He had stopped punishing the boy when he was knocked down until Thursday evening. They had been practicing knocking down their opponent with a simple leg sweep. "You aren't concentrating. "Mutt come here. Sit." The big Wolfhound sat at the side of the mat begging to join them. "You see how anxious he is to get to you? Look under his belly. See the pink tip of his dick poking out from the sheath? If you don't start concentrating and doing better that tip is going between your lips. If I don't see some improvement it will be your ass lips. If you start doing a little better but not enough you will be sucking his dick." Fear didn't help much. Weldon tried harder but was still hitting his ass every minute or so. Around the tenth or eleventh time he was on his back Donny stepped over him and pissed in his face. "Mutt come here." The big dog had his belly over Weldon's face the sharp point of his dick had emerged further from the furry sheath and was about a foot above him. "Weldon, you have been playing when you should be working. These afternoons are not a game. "Do you like having Mutt's big dick in your face? It's time that you lick that tip. Do you feel that sharp point against your tongue? If you don't start doing better it will be working its way down your throat." "Are you going to make him suck that dog?" "Ron, where did you come from? Where is the horse?" "I left him munching grass on the top of the hill. I left my clothes up there too. What is going on?" "I am trying to teach him how to defend himself and possibly you, too. For some reason he doesn't seem to be trying hard enough today. If he doesn't start working harder Mutt is going to get his mouth or ass." "That isn't a punishment. I'd gladly suck on the dog's dick. May I, sir?" "Sure you can, after you lick Weldon's face." Donny stepped back so Ron could get close enough to get his face and tongue to Weldon. He must have been anxious to get to the dog because he said nothing about licking the piss off his face, chest or the deck when Donny told him to finish the cleanup. Mutt hadn't moved. Twice while Ron was busy licking up piss Donny had told Weldon to lick the drop of liquid from the now fully engorged and ugly dick hanging from the dog's belly, Buck must have smelled the scent of sex in the air and appeared on the deck trying to push Mutt out of the way. His dick was even longer and thicker. While Mutt was almost purple Buck's dick was an enflamed red that hung lower. The second dog dick poked at Weldon's head, rubbing along Ron's cheek leaving a trail of liquid that Donny ordered him to lick off. He hated what was happening but knew the first rule and wouldn't do anything to make Donny unhappy. Raising his head from the last drops he could reach beside Weldon's head Ron saw two big dog dicks staring at him. He looked from one to the other trying to decide where to start when Donny pushed Mutt alongside Buck. "Now you can do both of them." As they watched Ron give head to one dog then the other he laughed that he was just like Ray. Not only in the ways they had seen before he volunteered to suck dog dick. "Ron, do you want one of those dogs up your ass? They both love fucking boy butt." His mouth was full so it took him a few minutes to work himself free enough to speak. "No. I am happy, I want to drink dog cum." Well, maybe not quite like Ray who would always rather have the dogs up his ass. "Weldon, I think that ass sticking in the air looks like it needs fucked. Are you ready to try alternating with me?" Weldon had never heard anything come from Donny's mouth that he was happier to do. Weldon was in his ass when they heard him slurping Mutt's cum and the dog broke away. Donny was in him a few minutes later when they heard Ron struggling to swallow the cup of cum from Buck's dick which had been forced to the back of his throat. For a few more minutes they alternated fucking him until Donny decided that it was time to skewer him between them and moved in front and slid his shitty dick in the Quaker boy's mouth. He didn't resist the taste, greedily working the cock until both Weldon and Donny were shooting loads of cum into him. "Well, I guess you got what you came here for." "What about my dick?" "Lay down on your back." Assuming he was going to get a blow job from one of the boys he readily complied. Instead Donny motioned for Weldon to grab a foot and they bent him in two until the monster dick was forcing its way in its owner's mouth. "Let us see you handle that monster. You can suck a big dog dick; you should be able to suck your own." Whether it was from blood rushing to the lowest point or embarrassment Ron's face had turned red as he had already begun working the cock head and a couple more inches slid in to his mouth. His balls had already shrunk back to his body when Donny called Mutt over to lick the cum from his ass and the boy gasped at the feeling and shot cum in his mouth and over his face. Buck joined Mutt in the feast of cum, licking the boy's face dry. "Is that good enough for you? You now know you can suck your own dick and enjoy the cum." "Thank you sir. I was really hoping to fuck Weldon." "Weldon belongs to me. I don't often let anyone else fuck him. Yes, you and I are going to fuck him together a few times in the next couple weeks but you do not get to fuck him without me telling you it's okay,. "If I hear that you have tried to get him to let you fuck him I will be sure the bullies at school know just how much you love dick up your ass. I hope you understand that I have no desire to turn your ass over to them but Weldon is off limits." "You don't need to tell anyone about me. I will ask you first." Ron had seemed to shrink at the mention of the bullies. But, Donny wasn't done teaching him a lesson. "Grab your dick. Point it at your mouth. Open up. Now give yourself a drink." It took more than five minutes for Ron to allow the flow to start but he had good aim and didn't miss a single drop. While he was pissing himself, Donny gave Weldon a small load. "Weldon, you can move to my balls now." "Ron, are you happy now? You got four loads of cum in your mouth, two human and two dog. If you are not happy, what do you want? Did you come here to eat Weldon and my butts?" "I came to tell you about the guys you call the bullies. My sister is in their class and they were arguing with the teacher about tolerance. They said in front of everyone there that you and Weldon will be getting your asses beat come Friday afternoon, when school is over. They probably know that your teacher escorts are finished after lunch tomorrow and have a plan to attack." For one of the few times since Weldon and he had met, Donny dropped his interest in sex. "Come up to the house. We need to hear everything you know." "If you want to know more you should have treated me better, letting me fuck your boy." "Look you fucking asshole, we are in this mess because of you. Until we helped you and you led us to a hole the teachers knew about we were totally ignored and happy. So if you don't want to talk go home and we won't help if they turn on you first." Somewhat abashed Ron sat down at the kitchen table and tried refusing the large glass of water Donny handed him. After being told that his piss needed the dilution of more water he reluctantly drank. Weldon was the only one without a drink, but he knew that Donny was preparing the way to give him his favorite drink. Ron didn't really know much more. He though that there would be four guys going after the lovers but other than two he wasn't certain who they might be. "Don't give me any more water, I'll piss my pants." Donny didn't listen instead handing him another quart size glass full of water telling him to drink. He was squirming in his seat when Donny said it was time to step outside. "Weldon, step off the porch and grab your ankle so we can see your asshole. "You like looking at that ass, Ron? Isn't that the prettiest little pink rose you've ever have the luck to come across?" "Yes, sir. I have to piss, sir." He was unfastening his old fashioned pants so he could dig his dick out while answering. "That asshole belongs to me. I told you that earlier but I want you to understand I can do anything I want with it. We are going to stand right here and piss on that asshole until we are both drained and then you are going to get down there and lick every drop of piss off my sex slave's body. Are you ready?" Ron didn't even answer, he just starting pissing. They both had filtered the water through their body quickly and were able to maintain their streams of piss for two minutes before they slowed down. "Now kneel down behind him in that piss mud and get to work. If I think you've done a good job I'll let you lick his asshole inside as well. "You haven't licked the pissy mud off his feet, boy. Weldon, step up on the porch. Now finish the job, Ron." Donny held onto Weldon, giving him a big kiss before stepping back to inspect his feet. "Take his toes in your mouth and get every drop from between his toes. Do you need to be told every move to make with your tongue? "Go home. When you are lying in bed tonight, stroking your dick and thinking about what you want remember that you will only ever get what that is by giving your partners what they want. "Yes, sir." "The next time you show up here, before you speak to me I want you on your knees with your mouth on my feet. When I tell you to sit up I don't want to see a single hair around your dick, on your balls, on your chest or around your asshole. When you come back, you come back as a sex slave. Yes?" "Yes, sir." "You will wear a collar and be treated like the dog that you want to be. When I let you, you will take Buck and Mutt up your ass. When I tell you to drink piss you won't say a word, you'll drop to your knees and open your mouth. If it is dog piss, so be it." "What are you going to do?" "I am going to obey you, sir." "Be back here tomorrow after school; convince your parents to allow you to stay overnight. You won't be drinking much of my piss, but you will drink every drop Ray and Weldon want to give you. You will clean off every dick that has been in an asshole, mine, Ray's, Weldon's, Buck' and Mutt's. So unless you are willing to drink piss and eat shit don't come back." "Now kiss my asshole and get out of here." Ron obeyed the order. "So what are we going to do? Four of those thugs coming after us in the parking lot where no one can see is a recipe for disaster. I might be able to handle one, but that leaves three of them to keep up the fight and really hurt you." "I don't know. Shit, we have to be ready for them. What can we do? Four farm boy fuckers out for our blood. We have to do something. We need to think about this." For the next few hours the boys worked on their lessons with Donny occasionally walking outside to think about the problem that teachers hadn't assigned but had made harder. He couldn't think of a reasonable solution. They had no friends to call that could be by their side and asking for an escort to the car would just delay the attack. Their new enemies were not going to be deterred by two old women or the old man that had laid down the law when they returned to school. For one of the few nights in three plus months Donny and Weldon did not fuck when they went to bed. Weldon fell asleep with his nose in Donny's armpit happy to be safe and secure in the bed they had occupied every night since he had left the hospital. It was the first night he could remember that Donny didn't fall to sleep within fifteen or twenty minutes. He lay on his back with Weldon softly breathing in and out in his armpit afraid that he could not keep the promise he'd made to the boy about protecting him from any further abuse. First thing in the morning, before the alarm sounded Donny slipped into Weldon's ass and vigorously woke him. "I love you, boy. Why don't you stay home today? If it is just me going to the car they might not be so eager to attack." "What you're going to jump in the car and run? I don't believe that... Even if you did, don't you think they would try to follow you here? Sure having the dogs with us would even the odds, but do you really want them knowing where we live?" "They aren't so stupid that they don't know where we live. They have known everyone around here since they were kids. This farm has been in the family for years and is known by my last name. Fortunately for us, Grandpa was known to have big dogs that didn't like strangers. "They may have already met Buck and Mutt. Who knows if they tried coming by? I doubt they had a chance but we don't know. You are going to have to fight dirty. I've been thinking about this all night and there is no way we are going to win let alone survive unhurt unless you are armed." "I'm not going to carry a gun, Donny." "I was thinking of something more like a bat. If you could hit a knee or an ankle you could disable one or two of them before the fight got too bad." "The teachers aren't going to allow me to carry one around the school all day and if it's in the car I wouldn't be able to get to it before they attack us." "But if you had something you could carry on you or in your backpack, something like a piece of pipe or a short piece of rebar you could grab as soon as we saw them coming you might have a chance to even the odds.." "You think I could stop them with something like that?" "Let's see what Grandpa has around, I think there should be something that will work. "If you have to use that, swing as hard as you can. You will want to break whatever you hit. And don't go for a big muscle, it will bruise them but not do much more than that." The morning at school went the same as the rest of the week with no trouble in front of the teachers but murmured slurs behind their backs. A week of discussing tolerance and anti-bullying messages hadn't done anything to stop it. The feeling of loneliness that had been with him every day at lunch was even worse for Weldon when Ron sat fifty feet away and glared at him like an enemy. He considered skipping out on the rest of the day but knowing that would leave Donny to fight alone he couldn't force himself to go. The teacher that had caught Donny and him in the basement escorted him to the restroom after lunch, went in with him to check he would be okay and told him he was on his own before leaving him to go in a stall. He heard the door open and close a couple times while there; finished, he stepped out to wash his hands. "Look here, it's our favorite little faggot. Where is your babysitter, faggot?" "Henry, stay by the door and don't let anyone in, we're going to have some fun with the faggot." Not expecting an attack until after school he hadn't carried his weapon with him. He was going to be at their mercy, which he doubted they possessed. Three guys, each having at least fifty pounds of muscle and fat on him were about to do he knew not what, was it rape or a beatings he was in for? All of Donny's admonitions about it being a fight to hurt not a wrestling match where he could pin one and move on to the next flew through his brain. Careful not to allow himself too close to any wall he tried estimating his chances of getting out of the restroom in one piece but forced his mind back to defense. Never having been in a fight other than on a wrestling mat he was nervous. All sorts of things went through his brain. 'The best defense is a good offense', 'kick them in the balls', 'fight like a little girl', 'there are no rules' 'bullies are cowards', 'if they are mad they will lose whatever little disciple they have'. "Oh? Do you think I am going to let you suck my dick, asshole? I wouldn't let you lick my ass. There isn't going to be any fun in here today so go back to class." He would have pulled his dick from is pants and added to the taunt but he had put on a baseball cup that morning to protect his balls from any stray kicks the bullies aimed at him when down. Now he knew the cup and the hard shoes he was wearing instead of his usual sneakers were going to be his only friends in this fight. None of the three attacked right away. Kale, the leader of the group stood back further than the other two telling Weldon that he wouldn't be sucking any dicks for a long time after they finished beating in his face and fucking his ass. The other two stood like dunces cracking their knuckles to mimic some fool they had seen in some old movie. "Come on, Kale, that's enough talk." "You're right for once. Get him." The delay had given Weldon a chance to make a plan that he knew would fall apart as soon as one of them had their hands on him. The boy that had been anxious to start led the charge and Weldon grabbed him by the head and using his momentum ran the head into the floor urinal cracking the porcelain, more importantly knocking the boy out. Weldon had landed in the way he hoped and using every ounce of strength he possessed, kicked the second boy on the jaw which left him standing but immobile. Kale had grabbed him before he had both feet on the ground running him into a wall and knocking the breath from him. Covering the smaller boy with his body was not the best move, the punches he tried throwing were hitting him in the side but doing little more than causing some pain. Weldon's wrestling training helped him to escape the boy's grasp when he caught his breath and he tried punching back only to have the boy laugh as his attempts. The other boy still on his feet staggered towards the pair to help his friend only to have Weldon take his feet out from under him with a sweeping kick that buckled his knees. As he fell his head and shoulder jammed into Kale, momentarily causing him to fight to stand up straight. Weldon took the opportunity and attacked, he kneed the boy in the groin, following up with a flurry of punches to the face hoping to discourage any further attack, finally knocking Kale backwards on top of the pair on the ground. Knowing they weren't finished coming after him, Weldon jumped onto Kale's stomach hoping to leave him breathless long enough to escape the restroom. Without looking in the mirror or trying to straighten his clothing Weldon pulled the door open and calmly told the boy guarding the door that his friends were asking for him. As soon as the boy had his hand on the door Weldon ran. Not knowing where to go for help he ran into the classroom where Donny was learning about world history from a woman that was slight enough that when Weldon ran into the room she fell into her chair at the slightest bump. "They caught me alone in the restroom and attacked." "Who attacked you young man?" "Kale and his friends. They said they were going to beat me up then rape me." The adrenaline that had helped him escape the three in the restrooms had left his system and he collapsed to the floor by the desk. "Weldon, are you hurt? "Talk to me. What is wrong?' Donny could see the tears beginning to form in Weldon's eyes as the boy slumped against the desk breathing so hard the teacher stuck a paper bag in over his face so he wouldn't hyperventilate. "Lay him down on the floor. Go ahead and pull up his shirt, we need to see if he's been cut anywhere." Donny didn't want him exposed to all the girls in his class and the teacher but he did as told raising his t-shirt above his nipples and slowly went ahead, unbuttoned the boy's pants and pulled them down over the jockstrap and then below his knees. Seeing no obvious cuts or blood He ran from the room to get to the restroom before the attackers could get away. All he found in the restroom was blood and Weldon's books. By the time he returned to his class room Weldon was on his feet with tears running down his face. He couldn't obey the restriction the school had set down on the pair and rushed to hold Weldon as he let the tears flow. "Donny, I was so worried they had attacked you too." Are you okay?" "Me? You were the one that had to fight them. They weren't in the restroom when I got there. I ran past three teachers coming this way, I guess you are going to have to answer questions. Can you make sense?" "Sure, as long as I can sit down." "Let's go meet them in the hall. Maybe they can find an empty room where we can hear the whole story." In a small office the teachers questioned Weldon about what happened. His story was refuted by the teacher that had left him alone in the restroom. He said that he had waited outside for Weldon, even though he hadn't. He tried hard to convince the other two teachers that Weldon was lying about an attack when there hadn't been one. By the time Donny convinced one of them to check the restroom for blood the janitor had cleaned it up but they did see the cracked urinal. They were sent back to class, told that the teachers would question Kale. When he wasn't found in his class, the teachers came to the con-clusion that nothing had happened. Weldon was pulled out of class and given a stern lecture about disrupting class and lying. His anger at being so mistreated caused him to overlook the teacher's lies until he was riding home. "He was in on it wasn't he?" "Mr. Weingarten. That's why he lied about being outside the restroom. He helped them out by setting me up. When Kale and his friends go back nothing is going to happen because he will defend them with his lies." "You're right. They will be back in school without any problems and you will be branded as a liar and trouble maker." "At least they know I can defend myself against more than one at a time. What about the one whose head was bleeding and lying in the urinal?" "He's going to want revenge." "If he comes back to school with a bandage on his head people are going to know I wasn't lying. And if his parents try to cause problems everyone will know that there was a fight as much as Weingarten denies it. What happens then, he sends a couple more of his students after me?" "I don't know, hopefully Ron can give us a clue about what the teachers are thinking." "The way he was glaring at me during lunch I'm not sure we will be seeing him outside school again. If he wasn't a Quaker he might have been one of the boys attacking me. He looked really, really angry. It must have been the piss mud on my feet that was one step too far for him. Or maybe the idea or having to eat shit when he comes back. Donny, I think you may have pushed him too hard." "Too bad. That little jackass thought I would give your ass up to him just because he has a big dick. You are mine and that is that. If he doesn't want to accept that too fucking bad." Having his owner acknowledge what was between them returned some of the pride to the boy who had to fight for his right to exist. He was happy when they reached their normal first stop and he shed his clothes in record time and had his head in Donny's lap before the boy told him to get out of the car. "Bend over the trunk, I want your ass and I am not going to wait until we get home." Weldon hadn't known he was so tense until Donny had trouble entering him with just spit. He tried relaxing while Donny decided that the boy needed a tongue to open him up, he did what was highly unusual and spread Weldon's butt cheeks and dove into the ass licking, lapping and probing with his tongue and fingers. He felt Weldon slowly opening up and grasping at his tongue with the talented ass ring that wet and extended did not want to leave go. "Donny, don't stop. You are making me feel so good. Soooo good! I love you! I want the world to know how good you make me feel. Donny! Donny! Donny, promise me that Kale won't be getting another chance to rape me. I don't want anyone other than you fucking me. I belong to you, sir! "Fuck me, please sir. I need your cock in me. I want to know that I belong to you and no one else. Fuck me!" Weldon's voice was not only pleading, he was shouting his need to the world. Had anyone been within a quarter mile they would have heard his plea. No one came to rescue him from Donny or had they heard him properly, to assist. Donny ignored the begging boy, he continued his assault on his asshole with his tongue and fingers until three fingers had pushed his tongue out of the mix. He knew that if he could get three fingers in Weldon his cock would enter its home without any trouble. He enjoyed giving the boy pleasure with his fingers and hearing his pleas to be fucked. After ten minutes of foreplay he wiped his fingers on his shirt and plunged into his sex slave with an uncharacteristic acknowledgement of his love. But it wasn't love he made with Weldon that afternoon, it was a reverberating fuck that the boy needed and wanted. Less than twenty full shaft thrusts later he turned Weldon to face him and with ankles on his shoulders continued to let Weldon know there was not a question about who owned him. The change in position allowed him to massage the prostrate with his cock and within minutes had Weldon spraying cum over their chests and over his own shoulder onto the car's rear window.