Date: Fri, 26 Jun 2020 23:21:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ken James <ken@kenjamesfiction.com>
Subject: Mountain Men Ch. 07

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The bare concrete floor was icy cold against Tom's feet as his captors
escorted him to the dungeon in their basement.

Tom was in his mid-20s and built like a football player, with buzz-cut
blond hair. He shivered as the cold concrete floor drained his body
heat. He felt vulnerable . . . and helpless. Back in the cell, Donny and
Caleb—his queer Klansmen captors—had forced him to strip and
masturbate for them, then suck their cocks through the bars.

Donny was a big man in his late 30s, with long limp black hair and a
scruffy beard. He unlocked the heavy steel door and Caleb pushed Tom
inside.

Caleb was a tall, thin, muscular man in his mid-40s, bald with the sides of
his head shaved and a big bushy beard. He gripped Tom's waist and pressed
his stiff cock into Tom's butt crack. "Soon, Honey," he whispered. "Soon."

Donny followed them in, then closed and locked the door.

They were in a big bare room with an unfinished ceiling and naked concrete
walls.

A rectangular steel frame—vertical bars with heavy horizontal
braces—was fastened to the bare joists and floor a few feet away from
the back wall. A padded black steel bench sat beside the frame. On the
other side of the frame, a black leather hammock was suspended from the
joists by chrome chains.

A black flag was fastened to one wall. It bore the image of a clenched
fist—stark white against the black—and the legend "America's Fist."

This was a full studio, with a video camera and lights hanging from the
joists, two more cameras mounted on wheeled tripods, and flatscreen
monitors scattered around the room.

Tom was frightened of what Donny and Caleb were going to do to him. Knowing
that his humiliation and shame were being recorded and broadcast to the
world—or at least to the homophobic queer white supremacists occupying a
small dark part of it—made it even worse.

"You have SUCH a purty lil ass." Caleb pressed against Tom's back, rubbing
his bare dick up and down Tom's butt crack and reaching around his body to
fondle his cock. Embarrassingly, it hardened under the bad mountain man's
touch.

"Oh yeah!" Caleb crowed. "We're gonna have us some fun tonight!" He changed
the angle of his cock, pressing its head into Tom's anus.

Tom didn't dare pull away. "What are you going to do to me?"

Caleb turned Tom to face him. He was still dressed in his boots and camo
fatigues, which hid most of his tattoos. Flesh-colored adhesive bandages
covered the ink on the backs of his hands. Only the tattoos on his head and
neck were still visible. His hard cock and hairy balls thrust out from his
open fly.

"Whatever we want." Caleb grinned at Tom's hard-on. "And you're gonna like
it." He fingered his own stiff pole. "And so will we." He pointed to the
cameras. "And a lot of other Patriots."

"Okay," Donny said. "It's showtime." He was naked, except for his heavy
work boots. His cock was already hard, secured by a black leather
cock-and-ball ring with shiny chrome studs.

Donny wrapped his fingers around Tom's stiff dick. "I like doing fags." He
rubbed his thumb and index finger over Tom's cock-head, smearing the precum
leaking from its tip. "We don't have to worry about getting rough. We know
you can take it." He let go of Tom's cock and turned away.

Caleb cuffed Tom's hands behind his back and marched him out onto the bare
concrete floor. "Get over there." He guided Tom to a square of carpet and
pushed him to his knees, then turned on the lights and aimed a camera at
Tom. "We're doing a live broadcast tonight."

Donny came over, carrying two pointed white hoods. He and Caleb put them
on, hiding their faces.

"Okay, let's rock." Donny stepped in front of the black and white flag and
adjusted a camera while watching his image in one of the monitors. He
nodded and smiled briefly, then looked directly into the camera and punched
a button on a remote control.

"Patriots . . . Arise!" He extended his arm in a clenched-fist salute. "We
are America's Fist—fighting to restore America's greatness and to punish
its enemies."

The monitor showed Donny from the waist up—bare chested with his head
and shoulders hidden by the peaked white hood, blank except for the eye
holes. It didn't show his hard cock, waving in time with Donny's pumping
arm motions as he shook his fist at the camera.

"Patriots!" Donny shouted. "Over this last month, you have watched us
punish the dark-skinned polluter of racial purity." He dropped a hand out
of the camera's sight and fondled his hard cock and bulging
balls. "Tonight, we render justice to a traitor to his own race
. . . Defiling himself . . . and the entire white race . . . by submitting
to that dark-skinned animal . . ."

He punched the remote and the live video feed switched to a recording of
Tom, bent over in the middle of the cell with his hands on his knees,
bracing himself while Washington fucked his ass from behind.

The video quality was excellent, with multiple camera angles. There were
more cameras hidden in the cell than Tom had suspected. The editing was
professional, with lots of close-ups of Washington's plunging pole and
Tom's swaying cock as the young black stud's body slammed into his.

Donny cut the video just before Washington came. "If you want to see all of
this video, or any of our other videos, go to our website . . ." He gave a
dark web address. "But right now, we're going to punish that fuckin'
n—'s white bitch."

The live feed switched to a long shot of Tom, on his knees with Caleb
standing behind him, slowly stroking his stiff cock. Donny walked into the
shot, flaunting his own erection. "N—Bitch, prepare to be punished," he
said. "Do you have anything to say before we begin?"

"Do your damndest," Tom growled. "I'm not ashamed of what I am or who I
fuck. And I don't hide under a hood."

"I was going to show you some mercy," Donny snarled. "But not now." His
cock was harder than ever and Tom knew he was smiling under the
hood. "Stand up." Tom rose to his feet. It was a little hard without being
able to use his hands, but he managed.

Caleb unfastened the cuffs and handed Tom a black leather strap with chrome
snaps. "Put this on."

Tom looped the strap around his cock and balls. He'd seen cock rings in
porn, but had never worn one. It pulled his balls tight—painfully but
weirdly sexily tight—and hardened his cock. Under different
circumstances, it would have felt good. "What now?"

Donny pointed to the frame. "Over there." Tom froze. Caleb grabbed his
shoulders and marched him over to the frame.

"No," Tom moaned. Caleb cuffed his wrists and ankles to the frame, leaving
him spread-eagled and facing the wall. "Please, no!" He was facing another
camera that covered his whole body, including his rock-hard cock and
bulging balls, held tight by the thin black leather strap.

Caleb reached around Tom's body and jacked his stiff pole while pressing
his cock-head into Tom's anus. "You're gonna get it now, sweetie," he
whispered.

"Are you going to fuck me?"

"You wish." Caleb stepped away from Tom and looked at Donny.

Donny stood there, slowly jacking his dick while he looked down at
Tom. "Fifty lashes." He rubbed his thumb and index finger over his
cock-head, smearing the precum leaking from its tip. "For a start."

"Yes SIR!" Caleb picked up a flogger—thin black leather straps attached
to a handle—and moved into position, behind Tom and well to the side,
giving the camera a good view of Tom's muscular buttocks.

Crack!!!

Tom screamed in shock and surprise as the lash struck his buttocks, making
a sharp cracking sound that echoed around the bare concrete space. Each
individual leather strap stung in its own unique way. It was startling, as
well as painful.

Caleb waited until the pain had begun to subside and then . . .

Crack!!

Tom screamed at the new pain, trying to jerk away, but restrained by the
wrist and ankle cuffs that held him spread-eagled to the frame.

"That's two lashes," Donny said. He was off camera, slowly jacking his
stiff dick and playing with his bound balls while he watched Tom and
Caleb. "Keep going."

"Yes sir!" Caleb hit Tom again. And then again, settling into a steady
rhythm of one stroke every three seconds.

Donny moved the camera closer to Tom, giving their dark web audience a more
intimate view of the lashes striking Tom's sexy butt. He alternated between
cameras, showing Tom's stiff cock jerking in time with the cracking whip.

Tom was facing a monitor. This was beyond surreal—watching his own
flogging, seeing the straps hitting his ass just as he felt the sting and
heard that sharp Crack! And seeing his reaction in the front view . . . his
massive hard-on and the excitement on his face . . .

Crack! It was still loud as fuck, but didn't hurt so much now. Maybe it
never had. Caleb's flogger was designed to sting and make a lot of noise,
but not do any harm. A real whip would have torn flesh and drawn blood.

"He likes it. Give him more," Donny said after Caleb had delivered the 50
lashes.

"With pleasure." Caleb worked the flail, battering Tom's buttocks. He
screamed as the beating went on and on, from a mixture of pleasure and
pain. It still hurt, but he'd shoot if anyone touched his cock right now.

"Enough!" Donny finally declared. He moved the camera behind Tom in close,
showing his reddened butt cheeks, then switched to a view of Tom's stiff
dick, dripping precum on the concrete floor. "Release him."

"Yes sir." Caleb unfastened the ankle and wrist shackles. Tom's muscles
were cramped from the spread-eagle position and Caleb helped him straighten
up. "Soon, sweetheart. I'm gonna getcha soon." He pushed a fingertip into
Tom's anus and twisted it around, making Tom's stiff cock jerk. "Real
soon." He pulled his finger out of Tom's asshole and slapped his butt.

Donny and Caleb marched Tom to the heavy black steel bench. "Get on the
bench."

"Yes sir." Tom lay face down on the padded steel bench. Caleb strapped his
forearms and calves to the bench's elbow and knee pads, then secured his
torso with more straps, leaving him immobilized with his legs and buttocks
exposed and vulnerable.

He felt even more exposed and vulnerable when Donny and Caleb rearranged
the lights and cameras to cover this latest rape from every angle.

"Nice ass." Donny ran a finger up and down Tom's crack. "And a cute little
asshole." Tom's cock jerked when Donny pressed a fingertip into his tight
hole. It hurt—a little—but also made his stiff cock even harder.

Donny squeezed Tom's tight balls, and stroked his stiff shaft. "Looks like
you're ready for some more punishment." Caleb handed him a tube of
lubricant. Donny coated his finger with the slippery gel and pressed into
Tom's asshole, stopping with its curled knuckles pressed against his butt
cheeks.

"You like that?" Donny pulled his finger out of Tom's ass and then pushed
it back in.

"Yes sir." Tom rolled his hips, humping Donny's thrusting finger.

"Then, you'll like THIS even more." Donny pulled his finger out and pressed
his cock-head into Tom's asshole.

"Oh please!" Tom moaned as the pressure on his asshole increased. "Don't
hurt me!" He screamed when Donny's cock-head pushed through his tight anal
ring and the man's long thick rod slipped up Tom's ass, all the way to the
balls.

"You'll take it . . . Bitch!" Donny pulled his cock completely out of Tom's
asshole, paused for a moment, and then rammed it home again.

Tom moaned and humped Donny's driving cock as Donny fucked him roughly,
slamming his big rod into Tom's asshole and bouncing his balls against
Tom's butt cheeks, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

Tom's cock was throbbing and the cum was building in his nuts when Donny
gasped, "Tell me you want it! You want it bad!"

"Please sir!" Tom gasped. "Fuck me hard!"

"You want my cum?" Donny slammed Tom's ass even harder.

"Oh yeah! Yes Sir!" Tom pushed back against Donny's driving pole, taking it
even deeper in his ass. "Shoot your cum up my ass! Give me a hard hot
load!"

"Fucking bitch!" Donny grunted. "Take this!" He pulled back and then thrust
forward, shooting a hard hot pulse of cum up Tom's ass.

Caleb operated the remote, switching between cameras and sending multiple
views of Tom's rape to their dark web audience. Donny looked directly into
a camera. "I'm coming!" he gasped. "Up his hot tight ass."

"Oh yes, Sir!" Tom cried. "Shoot it! Flood my asshole with cum." Donny
pounded his asshole, squirting more cum with each rough thrust.

Donny finally finished and pulled out, then turned to the camera, flaunting
his still-stiff cock, gleaming with lube and traces of cum. "Damn! Our
N—Bitch has one hell of a fine ass." He pushed his finger into Tom's
asshole and twisted his wrist while moving it in and out. Tom hated Donny,
but this felt good. Hell, the fucking had felt good. His body didn't care
how it got off . . . But HE did!

"My turn!" Caleb growled. He pushed Donny away and positioned himself
behind Tom. "You ready for a REAL fucking?"

"Yes Sir!" Tom hated Caleb even more than Donny, but after the things the
Aryan assholes had done to him, he really needed another cock up his
ass. Even if it was Caleb's. "Please fuck me. As rough as you want." He
wiggled his buttocks seductively.

"Damn, sweetheart." Caleb smeared lube on his stiff rod. "I been waitin'
for your sweet ass for a LONG time." He pressed his flaring cock-head into
Tom's anus.

Tom held his ass muscles tight, making Caleb work to get in. The man
finally pushed his broad mushroom head through Tom's tense anal sphincter
and drove into his depths.

Caleb banged away at Tom's ass, hard and fast, not caring if he hurt
Tom. His plunging pole, with its unusually broad head and extra long but
thin shaft, felt weird, but Tom held his ass muscles tight gripping Caleb's
rapidly driving rod. Might as well give the asshole a ride to remember
. . .

"No!" Tom gasped. "That hurts!" He tried to jerk away, but the restraints
held him in place. "Please stop—"

"Fuckin' N—Bitch!" Caleb rammed Tom's ass harder and faster. "I'll show
you how a real man does it."

Tom liked it rough and the pounding felt good, but he screamed, "No!
Please! You're tearing me open . . ." That really got Caleb going. He
pounded Tom's ass like a man possessed. Tom kept screaming and begging
Caleb to stop as the waves of pleasure washed through his body.

The tension in Tom's cock ring bound nuts was approaching the boiling
point. If Caleb held out a little longer—just a few more strokes—Tom
was going to come from the stimulation.

"Take it N—Bitch!" Caleb shouted, shooting hot cum up Tom's ass. He
hammered Tom's butt, coming hard. "Take a man's load. A WHITE man's fuckin'
load!" He slipped out once and squirted cum on Tom's buttocks, but then
drove back in and fired more rounds.

That set Tom off. Long streams of cum burst from his throbbing cock and
splashed the concrete floor while Caleb pounded his ass.

Caleb finished and strutted away, flaunting his hard-on. It looked like a
mushroom. A long thin repulsive mushroom.

Tom hardly noticed when Donny and Caleb released him from the restraints
and took him back to the cell. He was too dazed and shocked.

He hated what the two homophobic queers had just done to him . . . but he'd
never gotten off so hard.

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