; ; Ben Harrison saw a sturdy blond youth in his late ; teens, naked but for boots and belt of a somehow ominous ; shade of green, enter the high-school classroom through a ; side door that opened from the street, heard the newcomer ; rap on a table for attention. A half-dozen naked, teenaged ; boys, Ben among them, fell silent. After having been ; Selected at school that morning, they had been shunted to ; this room by the medical inspector.
; ; "Of all the ways t' git Harvested," said the blond ; stranger, who was sporting an impressive erection, "being ; put on this fertilizer run is th' most disrespectful thing ; we can do t' you. To make up for that, we aim t' make th' ; trip t' th' processing machine a cut better'n what'll happen ; t' the rest of your schoolmates who're getting Harvested ; t'day."
; ; "Yeah?" Ben was still trying to adjust to having his ; name drawn in the Lottery -- and then, in spite of his ; splendid, muscular physique, which should have sent him to ; the auction block, eventually to be sold for a goodly price, ; roasted whole, and then served at someone's festive dinner ; -- or at least sent through the meat-processing plant up ; north to be cut up into steaks and roasts and so on, he was ; going to be ground up as fertilizer, along with --
; ; "O' course, what they didn't tell ya is that most of ; you studlings on this here fertilizer run just happen t' be ; running a fever, or else showed up as bad on th' blood test ; like you would if you'd actually been takin' some funny ; chemicals. But rather'n risk spreadin' whatever you might be ; carrying t' whoever might be eating you -- anyway, let's ; go." He opened the outside door again and waved Ben and his ; schoolmates through it. "I'm Zeke. Rudy'll give ya shots ; when ya board."
; ; Outside waited a small bus painted the same ominous ; green. Another well-built, hard-cocked young man, also ; wearing nothing but green boots and belt, stopped Ben just ; inside the bus.
; ; "You're -- Rudy?" Ben asked.
; ; "Yup." With his left hand, Rudy grabbed Ben's cock and ; pulled it taut. "Why we hafta use a new needle for each of ; you studlings is beyond me." With his right hand, Rudy slid ; the needle of a hypodermic syringe into the hilt of Ben's ; cock. "But rules are rules," he added as he emptied the ; syringe into Ben.
; ; Ben felt a sharp tingle spread into the base of his ; shaft. "And this is to. . . ?"
; ; "It'll give you a good, solid hard-on. Partly it's so ; you can't run away -- bein' naked and erected makes you ; pretty easy to spot, but the big reason is so you boys can ; have a bit o' fun while we're gettin' where we're goin', ; rather'n givin' me and Zeke a hard time on the way." He ; pulled out the needle, put the syringe aside, and waved Ben ; farther into the bus. As Ben strode on past, Rudy picked up ; another hypodermic and reached for the next youth in line.
; ; Inside, Ben saw a wide, padded bench that ran the ; length of the bus on one side of the aisle, and ordinary ; seating on the other. Ben found a seat beside a stiff- ; pronged teenager as well-built as Ben himself. As he sat ; down, Ben felt the tingle fade into a warm glow while his ; own prong stiffened.
; ; "Hi -- I'm Terry," said Ben's seatmate. "What'd they ; get you for?"
; ; "Running a fever, I think." Ben sneezed, then shook ; Terry's hand, then asked, "Colds always do that to me. You?"
; ; "Been taking a kind of steroid that's not s'posed to ; show up on tests -- only it did. It gave me a nice build, ; though." Terry patted the layer of muscle that crossed his ; chest and tensed his abs into a hard ripple while he studied ; Ben's naked physique for a moment
; ; Ben realized he was automatically expanding his own ; chest and tensing the muscles of his arms and torso. "Nope ; -- no steroids. Just -- just lucky, I suppose. At least, ; until this morning."
; ; "Lucky then too," said Terry. "If ya gotta go, this ; sure beats the way they haul you to the meat-processing ; plant."
; ; "Well, there is that. Where are you --"
; ; "Listen up, everybody," Zeke said, quieting the bus- ; load of naked teenagers. "This is th' second time hearing ; this spiel for the studs we picked up earlier, but hear me ; out, anyhow.
; ; "Unlike th' rest of th' harvest, you kids didn't get ; dosed with stuff t' clean out your insides; but in case ya ; gotta go anyway, there's a toilet in th' back of th' bus. ; And unlike th' rest of th' harvest, we're gonna feed you on ; th' way. Regular food, that is. What you suck outa each ; other's prongs is strictly up to you -- and from the looks ; of some of those prongs, it oughta be plenty."
; ; "What about you and Rudy?" called Mikey, a freckle- ; faced red-head from Ben's algebra class.
; ; "Well," said Zeke, "We both got th' proper drivers' ; licenses, so --"
; ; "-- we can take turns," said Rudy, "drivin' the bus and ; bein' -- available."
; ; Before he could stop himself, Ben asked, "Just feeding ; us, or do you studs -- ?"
; ; "We like suckin' good, hard prongs as much as we like ; gettin' our own prongs sucked," said Rudy. "Zeke'll drive ; the next leg of the trip, so --" Rudy walked down the aisle, ; while Zeke sat down in the driver's seat, started the ; engine, and steered the bus away from the curb and into ; traffic. "Who was askin' -- ah, there you are. Want me to do ; you on the bench?"
; ; In a moment, Ben was lying on the bench, comfortably ; aware of cool leather against his bare back. With his ; shoulders propped up, Ben watched Rudy stretch himself out ; on Ben's legs. He saw Rudy lick his lips, then lower his ; head onto Ben's waiting prong.
; ; As Ben watched his prong disappear into Rudy's mouth, ; he felt suction -- hungry suction -- take hold. In less than ; a dozen strokes, Ben felt pressure build in the roots of his ; prong. "Wait -- lemme cool down -- wait," he gasped, but ; Rudy kept on sucking. Ben tried to hold back, tried harder ; -- then came with a long, long squirt. He felt Rudy suck -- ; swallow -- suck -- swallow again as Ben pumped out more ; sperm and semen.
; ; "You must of saved up for a week," said Rudy. He sat up ; and licked his lips.
; ; "I did not," said Ben, then felt his face go warm with ; embarrassment.
; ; "You blush nice," said Terry, and Ben felt his face go ; even warmer.
; ; "Anyway, you see how you're just as hard as when I ; started a-workin' on you?" asked Rudy.
; ; "Well -- yeah."
; ; "So if somebody else were to go after your prong right ; now . . ." Rudy said as he stepped into the aisle.
; ; "Like me, for instance?" said Terry, as he mounted the ; bench, settled his muscular body onto Ben's legs, and closed ; his mouth onto Ben's prong.
; ; Ben watched Terry suck for a moment, then realized that ; Rudy now stood right by Ben's head, and that Rudy's prong ; was close enough for Ben to lick it -- so he did. Rudy edged ; closer. Ben opened his mouth wide, and after the next lick, ; Rudy's glans followed Ben's tongue into his mouth. Ben ; tightened his lips on the warm, hard shaft and sucked; he ; felt Rudy's glans swell in response -- and all the while, he ; was watching Terry's head bobbing over Ben's shaft and ; feeling Terry's hungry suction take hold.
; ; If anything, Ben decided, Rudy's responding faster ; than I did when he was sucking me off. Ben sucked harder; ; Rudy thrust himself in deep, then delivered a mouthful of ; slippery cream. Ben swallowed, sucked for more, then ; swallowed the next shot, and the next. Seconds later, he ; felt his own prong pump one squirt of his juices into ; Terry's mouth. Terry half-choked, then swallowed, sucked for ; a few strokes more, then released Ben's prong and sat up.
; ; Ben sat up too and glanced around the bus. Some ; teenagers had moved to the bench or stretched themselves out ; in the aisle to suck each other off. Others simply bent over ; the teenager sitting alongside and took him there. A few ; were bringing themselves to climax by hand, but -- as Ben ; watched -- one by one they shifted to sucking or being ; sucked.
; ; Karl, a short, wiry classmate of Ben's with a really ; magnificent erection -- wandered within reach. Ben put his ; right hand on Karl's butt and pulled him closer. "Have ; you --?"
; ; "Twice so far," said Karl.
; ; "Yeah -- I can see your prong's still wet. Can I try ; for a third?"
; ; "Sure." Ben leaned forward, sucked as much of Karl's ; prong as would fit into his mouth, wrapped his left hand ; around the rest to keep Karl from going in too deep, and ; began to suck. This time, Ben sucked for long enough to get ; himself aroused again before Karl climaxed and fed Ben a ; squirt of his ball-cream.
; ; The oral orgy gradually slowed. Ben and Terry went back ; to their seats. Most of the youths chatted quietly with ; those around them; a few stared out the windows at the ; passing scenery. Now and again, a couple would pair off for ; a leisurely suck on the bench or at their seats.
; ; Ben saw Rudy ambling down the aisle, stopped him with a ; gesture, and asked, "Is there something in those shots you ; gave us so we can -- you know -- shoot more as well as make ; us stay hard?"
; ; Rudy grinned, then asked, "Well, what do you think?"
; ; "I -- I just don't know for sure, but it sure feels ; like I'm coming more often than I ever did before."
; ; "I'm not sayin', one way or the other. But if they ; really had invented something like that . . ."
; ; "Yeah -- I can see where they'd want to keep it a ; secret. Otherwise . . ." Ben studied Rudy's rigid shaft for ; a moment. "Did you and Zeke . . . ?"
; ; "Sure did. Take more'n watchin' you horny studlings go ; at it to keep us up and hard for this long."
; ; "Ready to feed me another quick one?"
; ; "Sure am." Rudy moved closer and steadied his prong ; while Ben closed his lips on it.
; ; Ben sucked, sucked harder. Rudy's glans swelled in ; response. But as Ben started bobbing his head, he felt the ; bus swerve and heard Zeke call out: "Lunch break."
; ; Rudy eased himself back; Ben reluctantly let him go. ; The bus swerved again, rolled to a stop. Rudy trotted to the ; front of the bus; Ben saw Zeke get to his feet as the door ; of the bus opened.
; ; "C'mon, kids," Zeke called. "Chow time."
; ; Chaz, another teenager who had been selected from Ben's ; school, said, "But we're still . . ."
; ; "Not to worry, kid; they've seen naked studs before."
; ; "Well, if you say so, then . . ." Chaz hesitated, then ; followed two other teens out the door.
; ; And one by one, the rest of the Harvested teens stepped ; out the door -- some hesitantly, others almost eagerly -- ; and followed Zeke. Ben felt both emotions: he was hungry, ; but he wasn't comfortable being naked and showing a hard- ; on out in to open like this. He strode past a parked police ; car of the same ominous green as the bus, then entered a ; fast-food restaurant, but one by the look of its decor not ; part of a franchise. A few of the patrons hurriedly finished ; their meals and left; a few stared openly at the pack of ; naked, hard-cocked teenagers; but most pretended to ignore ; them -- at least Ben suspected they were pretending.
; ; "Grab a tray and get in line," Zeke directed. "I called ; ahead on th' cell, so they're ready for us. Two hot dogs, ; extra fries, and whatever soft drink ya like. No, go ahead ; -- Rudy and me, we go through the line last."
; ; And once in line, Ben felt less conspicuous. He ; accidentally poked his stiff prong against Chaz's butt, ; stepped back, and felt a prong nudge his own butt. Ben ; glanced back; Terry stood right behind. They grinned at each ; other; Ben licked his lips, so did Terry; and both broke ; into laughter.
; ; A call of "Next," brought Ben's attention back to food. ; The youth on the other side of the counter was perhaps a ; year older than Ben, chunky-muscled and -- Ben suddenly ; realized -- buck naked.
; ; Ben held out his tray; the youth handed out hot dogs ; and fries. Ben moved a pace to one side; then, as the youth ; served Terry's tray, Ben asked, "How come you're . . . ?"
; ; "Naked?" The youth licked his lips. "It's -- we asked ; the owner and she said we could. We strip down every time ; there's a busload of -- of you coming through. It's just ; that -- you know -- we want to make you dudes feel -- you ; know -- feel more comfortable while your here, what with you ; being naked and up hard and everything."
; ; "Yeah? I -- we appreciate that; we all do. And -- you ; look good, stripped."
; ; "I'm trying to keep my prong stiff too, but --"
; ; Terry said, "We got an unfair advantage."
; ; "Oh?" The youth started serving Karl, the next in line, ; who explained, "We got hard-on shots on the way here."
; ; Ben followed Chaz to another naked youth who was ; dispensing soft-drinks, then on to a table. Terry, Karl, and ; then red-haired Mikey joined Ben and Chaz there. The hot ; dogs, Ben discovered, were long and thick: "Almost as thick ; as your prong, Terry."
; ; "But not as thick as mine," said Karl.
; ; "Or even mine," said Mikey, around a mouthful of hot ; dog. "But yours is the real prize."
; ; "Is it ever," said Ben. "Karl, you're a real a ; mouthful. I wonder if you'd taste better with ketchup?"
; ; As Ben finished his second hot dog he heard, "Hey, ; Mister, can I ask you a question?"
; ; Ben turned and saw a boy flanked by a couple of ; slightly older boys in their early teens, all in T-shirts ; and jeans. A grown man stood protectfully close behind them. ; The youngest boy glanced back at the adult for reassurance, ; then turned to Ben again.
; ; "Go ahead -- ask. I don't promise that I know the ; answer."
; ; "Are you really going to be ground up into fer-fer--"
; ; "Fertilizer?"
; ; "That's the word."
; ; "I'm afraid so." Ben ran his hand across his chest, ; conscious of the hard muscle there. "That's where I'm -- ; that's where all of us are headed." He gestured at Terry, ; Karl, and Chaz, then at the rest of the naked teenagers in ; the room.
; ; "Harry says," the boy nodded at one of the older boys ; with him, "that if I don't study harder, I might get made ; into fer-- into fertilizer too. And Randy says that I gotta ; exercise too -- but if I get muscles like yours, then . . ."
; ; "Not exactly." For a moment, Ben fumbled for an answer, ; then said, "Studying hard and being smart means your dad's ; not gonna sell you for meat rather'n send you to college. ; And having big, strong muscles doesn't mean you'll get ; ground up into fertilizer like us -- or even get eaten. It's ; -- it's real complicated. But having strong muscles is fun, ; and having them won't really make you any more likely to get ; made into fertilizer, or even get cooked and eaten."
; ; Karl said, "So you see, Randy and Harry are both ; right."
; ; "Anything else?" Ben asked.
; ; "Just let me . . ." The youngest boy stepped closer; ; Ben held himself motionless. The boy reached out, touched ; Ben's glans, bent Ben's prong from side to side, then did ; the same with Karl's. "Did he -- you know -- exercise ; himself down there more than you did? Harry says --"
; ; Ben shook his head, trying not to laugh. "That -- that ; kind of exercise doesn't make it grow any bigger -- or any ; smaller, either. But -- but if you spend too much time ; doing -- doing that, you won't have time to study hard ; and build up your muscles."
; ; "Thanks, Mister." The boy scampered away, followed by ; the two that were with him. The adult who had been standing ; behind the boys stepped closer to Ben, held out his hand, ; and said, "Shake, lad. That was well said; and maybe, just ; maybe, coming from you, it might sink in. But kids that ; age . . ."
; ; Ben took the man's hand. "I didn't quite know what ; to say."
; ; "You did fine, laddie; you did fine." They shook hands; ; the adult nodded to Karl, then followed his boys.
; ; As he left, three solidly built young men in their late ; teens marched into the restaurant -- "swaggered in" would ; be a better way to say it, Ben told himself. One of the ; newcomers looked around the room, then yelled, "Who the fuck ; let long-pigs eat in here?"
; ; Another of the three snarled, "These aren't fucking ; long-pigs, Huck; they're just fertilizer on the hoof -- ; didn't you see that fucking green bus of theirs outside?"
; ; Ben and his companions stirred uneasily. The naked, ; chunky-muscled youth who had been handing out hot dogs and ; was now picking up empty trays said, "Oh, brother; the ; Hatfield brothers are at it again."
; ; Two men that Ben hadn't noticed before stood up in the ; far corner of the room. They wore uniforms -- police ; uniforms, green police uniforms, of the same green as the ; bus, the police car outside, and Rudy's and blond Zeke's ; belts and boots.
; ; "Where the fuck's the bitch that runs this hole?" ; demanded Huck, the first of the solidly built trio. Our ; dad --" He stopped as the green-clad policemen approached.
; ; Ben saw a stout, motherly looking woman bustle out of ; the serving area with another naked youth -- the one who had ; been dispensing drinks -- right behind her.
; ; One of the policemen turned to the woman and said, "I'm ; Officer Smythe of the Selection and Harvesting Patrol."
; ; "So glad you're here; I'm Miz Whitby."
; ; "The manager?" asked the other policeman.
; ; "I own the place." She glared at the Hatfields. "These ; young hoods --"
; ; "Like I was gonna say," snarled Huck Hatfield, "our ; dad --"
; ; "Who your dad is and what he has to say don't cut no ; ice with us," said Officer Smythe, pulling a cell phone from ; his belt and snapping it open. "Have these young men been ; giving you a hard time before?"
; ; "Have they ever," she said. "Just last week --"
; ; To Ben, Karl, and Mikey, Terry said, "Officer Smythe is ; my brother Ted. He's not supposed to be looking after me ; now, but -- you know."
; ; "I'm glad he's here," said Ben. "I mean, we outnumber ; those hoods, but we're -- you know --"
; ; "I know," said Chaz; Karl nodded.
; ; "How about him?" asked Smythe, pointing at the third ; Hatfield brother.
; ; "Didn't say a word," said Miz Whitby; the drink- ; dispenser nodded agreement.
; ; "Well then," said Smythe. He spoke into his phone, ; passed it to his partner, then to Miz Whitby and her naked ; assistants, all of whom spoke briefly. Finally he listened ; to the phone himself. "The hearing officer says that, based ; on the testimony of three witnesses and my and my partner's ; own observations, you two --"
; ; "What about me?" asked the third Hatfield.
; ; "And you are?"
; ; "Stefan Hatfield. Don't I get to say anything?"
; ; "Well?"
; ; "They're not -- they're not really bad, but Dad keeps ; encouraging them, and --"
; ; Smythe listened to the phone for a moment, then said, ; "Your dad encouraged you too, Stefan; but you didn't join in ; what your brothers Huck and Jason were doing."
; ; "Which was?"
; ; "Interfering with the Harvest. Jason and Huck, the ; hearing officer finds you two guilty, and in view of your ; prior records, he has just sentenced you to Immediate ; Selection. Strip: you're just meat now, and we're putting ; you on the fertilizer run with the rest of these kids."
; ; "But --" all three brothers growled.
; ; "As for you," Smythe said, pointing at Stefan ; Hatfield, "You're getting off with a warning."
; ; "Th' Hell with that -- if they go, I go too. Otherwise, ; Dad'll blame me, and I've had enough of that." Stefan ; started ripping off his clothes. "Come on, you two; let's ; show these kids we've got as much guts as they do. What's ; more, this is our chance to show we've got more guts than ; Dad does -- right?"
; ; Huck and Jason looked at each other, then began ; stripping themselves naked too. Ben saw the Hatfield youths ; come out of their clothes with beefy, big-boned physiques, ; rather than the well-defined musculature of most of the ; Selected teenagers from the bus.
; ; Zeke and Rudy joined the group, first to shake the two ; policemen's hands, then to introduce themselves to the ; Hatfields Ben heard snatches of conversation: "-- nice arms, ; too --" "-- hard-on shots when we --" "-- pity they ; aren't --" "-- pick the one with the best body, and then --" ; "-- but the rules say --" "-- yes, but since Stefan ; volunteered --" "-- call ahead so they can prepare for --" ; Finally, Zeke raised his voice: "Okay, kids; back in the ; bus, 'long with our three new passengers."
; ; Ben and the rest of the naked, hard-cocked teens stood ; up and headed for the door to the parking lot. Terry stepped ; to one side; Ben saw him get a pat on the butt from his ; brother Ted Smythe as they exchanged a few quick words.
; ; At the door, the naked, chunky-muscled youth was ; handing out candy bars. "Compliments of the house," he ; explained.
; ; "Nice boner you got there," said Ben.
; ; "I got to thinking what -- you know -- what'd it be ; like, riding on the bus with all you dudes, and that brought ; it right on up."
; ; "Yeah -- well, just don't go thinking yourself into ; volunteering, like Stefan Hatfield just did." He snapped a ; finger against the chunky-muscled youth's rigid prong and ; trotted on past.
; ; As Ben followed the Hatfields onto the bus, he heard ; Zeke laying down the rules: "I really don't give a damn ; about anything your Dad ever said: On this bus, it's okay ; to fuck, but you're gonna get fucked too. You got that? ; Now --"
; ; "What about protection -- rubbers?" protested Huck ; Hatfield. "If we're gonna get fucked, then --"
; ; Ben surprised himself by saying, "Where you're going -- ; where we're all going, that isn't gonna make much ; difference, is it?"
; ; "Okay, okay," said Stefan. "Enough already. Where do I ; get fucked?"
; ; Zeke patted the bench; Stefan stretched himself out on ; his back. The other two exchanged glances, shrugged their ; shoulders, and laid themselves down on the bench too. Zeke ; held up a bottle of lubricant, squirted a dollop on his ; shaft, passed the bottle to Terry, mounted Stefan Hatfield, ; and slid himself into the squirming youth.
; ; Terry lubricated himself, handed the bottle to Karl, ; and climbed onto Huck. Jason yelped as Karl impaled him, ; then growled, "You may be little everywhere else, but you're ; real fucking big where it counts."
; ; Other naked teenagers settled down to fuck on the ; bench, the floor, or standing in the aisle. Ben took the ; bottle, greased himself up, and passed the bottle on. When ; Zeke reached his own climax and pulled out, Ben climbed onto ; Stefan -- the Hatfield who had volunteered -- and eased ; himself on in.
; ; "You are good," said Ben, "Good and tight." He ; pulled back, slid in deep again. "My name's Ben. You're ; Stefan?"
; ; "Yeah, and I oughta be good and tight. That bus ; driver's ; the first stud who's ever fucked me." He squirmed up against ; Ben's next thrust. "Y' know, a guy could get to like getting ; fucked the way you're doing it -- you're hitting me -- just ; right -- inside -- yeah!"
; ; "Soon's I come -- I'm going to -- let you -- fuck me," ; Ben panted. "I didn't think -- I'd come this soon -- after ; this morning, but -- yeah!" He thrust, thrust again, felt ; his muscles tighten, felt his deeply-buried prong shoot one ; long spurt into Stefan's guts. Ben relaxed for a moment, ; then sat up, pulled himself out of Stefan, and called out ; "Who's got the lube?"
; ; Someone slapped the bottle into his hand. Ben squirted ; some on Stefan's quivering shaft, held out the bottle for ; someone else to take, then carefully knelt astride Stefan's ; hips, impaling himself on Stefan's prong.
; ; "Take it real fucking slow," Stefan said. "I'm almost ; -- almost -- there!"
; ; Ben saw Stefan's muscles tighten, felt him thrust ; upward -- go rigid -- then jet his load up into Ben's body. ; After a few moments, Ben climbed off; someone else -- Jon, a ; lightly built teen from Ben's school -- climbed on and ; started fucking Stefan. Ben settled back in his seat; after ; a moment, Terry sat down beside him.
; ; "How's it going?" Ben asked.
; ; "After I fucked the Hatfield stud, I let Karl fuck me. ; That kid really goes in deep!"
; ; "I gotta try him out, then."
; ; "Make it a three-way?" asked Terry. "He promised to let ; me fuck him as soon as he finishes fucking whoever he's with ; now."
; ; And a few miles later, a spot opened up on the bench. ; Ben lay down on his back and spread his thighs; Karl mounted ; and eased his prize prong ball-deep into Ben -- a ; deliciously tight fit he was, too. Terry climbed aboard and ; slid himself into Karl's butt; his weight pushed Karl even ; deeper into Ben.
; ; "Everybody ready?" asked Ben. "Let's go!"
; ; This was the longest and most satisfying fuck of all -- ; they went on and on, and on some more, their erections never ; softening, slipping in and out of synch as they pumped and ; humped, stopping to catch their breath and then going at it ; again. They thrust and pulled and thrust again, until all ; three -- even Ben -- went into muscle-tightening, semen- ; spurting climax.
; ; "Like, wow," Ben panted. I haven't managed to come, ; hands-off, since I was thirteen. But then, I've never been ; spitted on a spike like yours, Karl."
; ; "And I've never been sandwiched between a pair of ; muscle-studs like you two either. Wanta just lie here for a ; spell, or does somebody else . . ."
; ; "I think they're all pretty well fucked out -- or ; sucked out by now," Terry said.
; ; "And I'm kinda squashed; you two studs are heavy," said ; Ben. "So --"
; ; "We have to get up anyway," said Terry. "We're getting ; somewhere."
; ; Ben felt the bus swerve, heard Rudy shift gears down, ; and then down again. Terry climbed off Karl, Karl pulled his ; still-rigid shaft out of Ben, and Ben sat up and looked out ; the window. "Yeah, we there -- see that green thing over ; there? That must be the thing that'll -- you know -- process ; us."
; ; "All but me," said Stefan, as he finished fucking Jon, ; uncoupled, and stood up. "Since -- as far as anybody can ; tell -- I'm not -- you know -- like you guys --"
; ; "Careful, there," growled Karl.
; ; "You know what I mean," said Stefan. "Anyway, they're ; planning to gut me, and then roast me for supper -- the guys ; working the chopper and the plows and everything. So don't ; think I'm getting off easy, but --"
; ; "Everybody out," called Rudy as he stepped out of the ; bus. "Stefan, you stick with me. Rest of you studs --"
; ; Another young man, naked but for green sandals, belt, ; and a billed hat, approached. "Bit of a hold-up. Changing ; the chopper's speed control. Any you guys ever work on a G- ; 95 diesel?"
; ; "I did," said Karl, stepping into the aisle. "All last ; summer."
; ; "Okay -- give us a hand. Just got a kit in to fix a ; problem we've been having. Rest of you guys, take it easy ; till the chopper's ready to take you."
; ; Ben stopped a few feet from the bus and took in his ; surroundings. Flat farmland stretched to the horizon in all ; directions. Nearby, a yellow tractor stood in front of and ; hooked to a low steel platform slung between four rubber- ; tired wheels. A chest-high hopper and the diesel engine that ; evidently powered the hopper's grinding machine stood on the ; platform. A short ladder led to a second platform that ; surrounded the top of the hopper. Shiny paint of that all- ; too-familiar shade of green covered the whole assembly.
; ; Ben was sure he and the other Harvested teenagers would ; soon be climbing into that hopper, there to be chopped into ; fresh fertilizer. In spite of the warm, early afternoon son, ; a chill ran up his spine and he shivered.
; ; Behind that machine waited a second yellow tractor, ; this one hooked to a multi-disk plow. In front of the first ; tractor, the ground bristled with cornstalk stubble; behind ; the plow, the ground looked freshly turned. The bus that had ; delivered Ben and the other teenagers stood on a dirt road ; that ran through the farmland. A few yards beyond the bus ; and off to one side stood a small van of the same green as ; the bus itself.
; ; Several men, most in their teens, all naked but for ; muddy boots and broad straw hats, lounged around the ; equipment. One, a sturdy, hard-cocked blond teenager, ; strolled over to Ben and his companions. "I'm Eddie -- Eddie ; Lonnigan. My dad and our neighbor Patterson, along with his ; sons and me and my brothers -- we know what y'all are going ; through for us, and we're right grateful. And we're all ; naked and boned up like this --" He touched his stiff prong. ; "-- so y'all won't feel like we're better'n you or stuff ; like that.
; ; "Anyway, deal's this: once the mechanics get the ; chopper going, you guys'll climb in, one at a time, and ; it'll do its thing. What's left of you after you've gone ; through the chopper gets spread out, and then the plow turns ; the dirt over on top of that.
; ; "But while we're all waiting for the chopper to get ; fixed up -- see those boxes over there?" Eddie pointed. ; "Soft drinks. Help yourselves. And -- in case you want to do ; some more fucking, the ground's softer where we just plowed ; it."
; ; Ben looked down. His own shaft was still rigid, and ; inside . . . He looked up, saw Eddie approach. "Yeah?"
; ; "Yeah. Want to fuck a corn-fed farm boy?"
; ; "Fuck yes. But I'd rather get fucked by a corn-fed ; farm boy. But won't your dad . . ."
; ; "He and Patterson kinda wore themselves out on the ; first bus-load today. But me and the other youngsters . . ."
; ; Ben saw that other teenaged farmers in muddy boots and ; straw hats were mixing with the Harvested high-school ; students from the bus. Couples formed, stretched out on the ; plowed ground, and started to fuck. Others just lay down to ; snooze in the afternoon sun. Eddie pulled a condom from a ; packet of them in his hat, then hesitated.
; ; "Put it on," said Ben as they ambled toward plowed ; ground. "I'm still -- you know -- ready, but not as ready as ; you are."
; ; "Fine by me," said Eddie, easing his prong into the ; condom. "So --"
; ; "Face to face, so we can talk. By the way, I'm Ben." He ; lay back, spread his thighs, relaxed, and felt Eddie's prong ; slide in deep. As the blond farm boy began to fuck, slow and ; easy, Ben asked, "Does plowing chopped-up guys into the ; ground really help the crops?"
; ; "Depends on the crop," said Eddie. "Depends on what ; else we've put into the ground." He fucked silently for a ; moment. "I'd think you'd hate to talk about things like ; that, but the other guys I've met this way --"
; ; "Met -- or fucked?"
; ; Eddie laughed. "Ben, you're one of the best -- nice and ; tight; lots of good, hard muscle; and you're meeting every ; stroke of mine with a little wiggle of your own like you're ; enjoying getting fucked --"
; ; "I am, I am; can't you tell?" Ben tightened his legs ; around the sturdy blond's waist.
; ; "I kinda guessed." Eddie gradually speeded his stroke. ; "This is such a good ride -- I wish I could take you home ; with me."
; ; "That makes two of us."
; ; "Yeah -- I know. But -- I can't stop -- and here -- the ; fuck -- I -- go." Eddie went rigid, prong rammed ball-deep ; in Ben's ass, then he slowly, slowly relaxed. "That was a ; good one."
; ; "For me too." They lay locked together for a few ; moments while they caught up on their breathing.
; ; Eventually, Eddie eased his prong out, and Ben then ; stood up when Eddie did. The sturdy blond peeled off his ; condom, tossed it away. He reached for his semen-slick ; prong, but Ben said, "Let me." He dropped to his knees, ; steadied himself by putting his hands on Eddie's hips, and ; licked Eddie's prong clean.
; ; "One more," Eddie sighed, and Ben took the throbbing ; shaft ball-deep and sucked -- hard. Eddie responded with a ; spurt of ball-cream and a long, drawn out, "Wow!"
; ; "Thanks," said Ben, looking up at Eddie's face. "That ; was -- that was a `wow' for me too."
; ; "Hey," said another naked, straw-hatted farm boy, "We ; got visitors."
; ; "Important visitors," said Eddie, as Ben scrambled ; to his feet. "That might even be --"
; ; Ben saw an all-terrain vehicle had pulled up on the ; road alongside the chopping machine.
; ; Terry, now standing beside Ben, said, "Yeah -- it is: ; old man Wiggins himself, the top man in the Selection ; Administration --"
; ; "-- and his twin body-guards," said Eddie.
; ; Ben saw a big, thick-shouldered, grey-haired man step ; lightly from the vehicle and stride towards the chopper; a ; pair of men just as solidly built but several decades ; younger followed the grey-haired man. All wore coats and ; ties, but their coats were of the same ominous green that ; marked the equipment and men involved in the Selection and ; Harvesting process.
; ; Ben and the other Harvested teenagers drifted closer. ; He saw the man who had asked Karl to join him at the chopper ; was greeting Wiggins. They conferred briefly. A moment ; later, Ben heard the chopper's motor start up, then settle ; into a quiet rumble. Two young men, naked but for green ; belts, sandals, and billed caps mounted the lagger to stand ; on the top platform, on either side of the hopper's mouth.
; ; Mr. Wiggins climbed onto the chopper's lower platform, ; turned to the circle of naked teenagers, and said, "You are ; the lucky ones who get to try out a brand new modification ; to our standard chopper -- if `lucky' is the right word for ; what it'll do to you."
; ; Ben grinned; he heard a chuckle run through the other ; teenagers.
; ; "You know how a wood-chipper slows down when someone ; tosses in a log -- and then speeds up again? Well, the same ; thing happens when you step into one of our choppers. One of ; our mechanics has designed a link between the engine's speed ; control and the trap door that drops you into the rotors. If ; the link works the way it's supposed to, the engine will ; speed up just before your feet hit the rotors that chop ; you to bits. Now, Fred Sanderburg here -- he nodded at the ; naked man with Karl -- tells me that he needs to put a ; couple of you through the chopper to check it out before it ; processes the rest of you.
; ; "First -- who's the lightest one here?"
; ; The waiting teenagers glanced at each other. Ben heard ; someone call out, "I am." He saw Jon raise his hand, saw the ; lightly built teenager step to the front of the group.
; ; Mr. Wiggins gestured; Jon mounted the lower platform, ; squeezed past Mr. Wiggins, and climbed the ladder to the top ; of the machine's chest-high hopper.
; ; "See that trap door?" asked one of the two young men ; standing on the top platform. "Stand there -- that's it. ; Ready?"
; ; Jon nodded. The engine growled louder. Jon yelped as he ; sank, feet-first, into the hopper. A spray of wet, red bits ; of what had been a live teenager erupted from the back end ; of the chopper.
; ; "Now -- who's the heaviest one here?"
; ; Ben and Terry both started to step forward. Suddenly, ; Ben put his right hand on Terry's left shoulder, pulled him ; to a stop, and then pointed at Mr. Wiggins. "You are, sir," ; he said, somehow managing to make his voice steady.
; ; Dead silence fell, but for the quiet hum of the engine. ; No one spoke, no one moved. Ben swallowed; his mouth was ; suddenly dry.
; ; "Y' know," said Mr. Wiggins, breaking the suspense, ; "you're one of the few people who can get away with saying ; that, and there's nothing that I can possibly do -- you know ; what I mean. Anyway, I really put my foot in it -- both ; feet, really." As the crowd watched, stunned, the Selection ; Administrator shucked off coat, tie, and shirt, dropped his ; trousers, and kicked off his shoes. A moment later, he was ; naked. Then couple of strokes of his fist, gripping his ; stiffening prong, brought himself to full erection.
; ; Ben realized that someone else was stripping -- two ; someones -- the Administrator's twin body-guards. He saw Mr. ; Wiggins -- now half-way up the ladder -- look down, heard ; him say, "Wait -- you don't have to --"
; ; "If you go, we go," said one, firmly. Now naked, he ; mounted the chopper's lower platform.
; ; "Besides, if this thing can handle the three of us, it ; can handle anybody," said the other twin, following his ; brother onto that platform.
; ; "Let's get this rig moving!" Sanderburg yelled. A roar ; from the lead tractor answered him, and both tractor and ; chopper lurched into motion, with one of the farm boys ; steering the tractor. Another roar, and the tractor towing ; the multi-disk plow started moving too, this one with an ; older man driving.
; ; "Now?" asked Mr. Wiggins, as he reached the platform on ; top of the hopper.
; ; "Wait -- wait -- now!" Sanderburg replied, and the ; naked Administrator sank into the hopper, to emerge as an ; even bigger spray of chopped flesh and bone.
; ; Ben hurried to catch up with the chopper, then strode ; alongside it at a comfortable walking pace. The first ; powerfully muscled bodyguard was eaten alive by the rotors, ; then his twin brother. Huck and Jason Hatfield insisted on ; being the next to climb aboard the ominous green machine and ; feed their naked, hard-cocked bodies to the rotors, followed ; -- one by one -- by the busload of Harvested teenagers. The ; rotors devoured them -- one by one -- then spat them out as ; chips of bloody meat and bone.
; ; A couple of the farm boys -- Eddie and another sturdy ; blond youth -- walked alongside the chopper, waving one ; teenager after another onto the machine's steps.
; ; Ben found himself walking beside Karl, who was sitting ; beside the diesel engine on the chopper's lower platform. ; "You really lucked out, guy," Ben said.
; ; "Well, sort of," the wiry teenager said. "This job's ; just until the regular mechanic gets back from vacation. I ; don't get chopped up until then, but I'll miss being with ; you guys when I do."
; ; "You just want to fuck my hot bod again," Ben said. He ; gave Karl's impressive prong a squeeze.
; ; "True, true." Karl licked his lips and grinned.
; ; "What I still don't understand," said Ben, "is how come ; the Hatfield boys went so easily. You'd almost think they ; wanted to get tossed on the bus and then --" He ; gestured wordlessly at the hopper.
; ; "Probably did -- it was a chance to get away from dear ; old Dad, and --"
; ; "-- they took it." Ben swung himself onto the ladder, ; following Chaz. He glanced back; Terry was close behind.
; ; And then Ben -- suddenly uneasy -- was standing right ; behind Chaz, and Chaz was standing on the metal trapdoor -- ; and a moment later, Chaz was sinking feet-first into the ; hopper. Ben watched the naked teenager squirm as the hungry ; rotors ate him -- watched the trapdoor snap shut as Chaz's ; head sank into the rotors.
; ; Now it was Ben's turn to stand on the trap-door -- but ; one of the young men who stood beside that fatal door was ; taking off his belt, wrapping it around Ben's waist, putting ; his billed cap on Ben's head, stepping out of his sandals.
; ; "You take over," said the young man. "It's easy -- just ; tell 'em where t' stand. Toss 'em in head first if they want ; to get it over with quick." He stepped onto the trap door ; and folded his arms across his broad chest. As Ben looked ; down, the door opened, the engine sped up, and the rotors ; ate the young man's feet, then his legs. Ben heard the ; engine slow as he watched the rotors bite into the young ; man's thighs, slow further when they took his hips, then ; speed up as the rotors sucked out the squirming young man's ; guts, chopped up his torso, still-folded arms, and finally ; his head.
; ; The other young man standing atop the chopper put his ; green belt around Terry's waist, saying, "You two look like ; you can handle anybody who tries to give you a hard time." ; The young man put his green cap on Terry's head, then ; stepped out of his sandals and onto the trap door himself.
; ; "Wait -- I got a question," said Terry.
; ; Ben asked "Yeah: how long do we -- ?"
; ; "Long as you like. Then grab a couple of muscle-boys, ; and -- Hey! This doesn't hurt as much as I thought it ; would!" he yelped as the rotors took him.
; ; Red-haired Mikey climbed to the top of the chopper ; next. "Ben, I'm scared."
; ; "Everybody is; we're just pretending that we're not." ; Ben pointed. "Stand there. When the chopper's ready, it'll ; pop open."
; ; "Far as we can tell," said Terry, "the rotors will chop ; you up so fast you'll be gone before you feel it eating ; you."
; ; "Eating me? Now you've scared me even more than -- ; Yow! Here I go!" Mikey crowed as he sank feet-first ; into the hopper. Ben saw a surprised grin on Mikey's ; freckled face when the rotors ate his balls and still-stiff ; prong, then a quick thumbs-up as they began gutting him.
; ; And a moment later, another naked, stiff-pronged ; teenager was climbing the steps to the top of the ominous ; green hopper, asking, "Where do I stand?" -- and another -- ; and another. A few, like Mikey, admitted being scared; most ; went stoically to their doom with a final yelp and a squirm ; as the rotors ate them alive.
; ; When the chopper finished devouring the rest of that ; batch of teenagers, the drivers braked the tractors to a ; halt and Karl shut down the chopper's diesel engine. Just ; then, another bus-load of live meat arrived.
; ; Eddie and another blond youth met the latest batch of ; Selected teenagers and invited them to help themselves to ; soft drinks and to enjoy a final fuck or a nap on the ; freshly turned ground while the equipment was being ; inspected and re-fueled.
; ; Eventually, though, engines roared into action again. A ; driver from that bus stripped off his belt and boots, ; climbed aboard the chopper, and fed himself to the rotors. ; Later, one of Fred Sanderburg's assistants did too, after ; passing his belt and boots to a competent-looking teenager ; from the last bus of the afternoon.
; ; And about half-way through that last bus-load, an ; ambulance pulled up beside the chopper with two teenagers ; dying from an auto accident -- as road kill, they couldn't ; be sold as edible meat, so they volunteered to get it over ; with and be fed to the chopper. The next few naked teenagers ; in line helped Ben and Terry to lift the two injured youths ; onto the chopper and then lower them through the trap door ; and into the every-hungry rotors.
; ; Supper -- under a full moon that rose as the sun set -- ; was Stefan -- carefully gutted and then roasted whole over a ; bed of glowing coals -- with farm-fresh vegetables on the ; side.
; ; Four policemen from the Selection and Harvesting ; Patrol, including Terry's brother Ted and Ted's partner ; arrived. They stripped to their pistol belts and boots, ; carefully folded their green uniforms and left them in their ; cars, then joined the line of other naked men and teenagers ; waiting for slices of Stefan.
; ; Ben, in line right behind Ted, saw Terry walk up behind ; Ted, tap him on the shoulder, and heard Terry ask, "Still ; checking up on me?"
; ; "Hey, guy, I thought you'd be ground up and plowed ; under by now, so I figured it'd be okay for me and my ; partner to have supper here. Instead, what happened -- or ; rather, what didn't happen? Were you so full of that body- ; building stuff they couldn't even use you as fertilizer?" ; Ted asked, with a wave at the moonlit fields around them.
; ; "We're on the staff now," Terry said, adjusting his ; green cap and then touching his green belt. "Me and Ben, and ; one of Ben's classmates, a kid named Karl. Just for a couple ; of weeks, though. After that . . .
; ; "Anyway, Stefan -- the quiet Hatfield brother -- he's ; who we're eating for supper tonight." Terry described the ; day's events, with Ben and Karl adding to the story here and ; there as they got plates with slices of Stefan, then found ; seats, sat down, and ate.
; ; Fred Sanderburg came by with a roasted prong and pair ; of balls, asking, "Are you the cops who nailed in the ; Hatfield Brothers?"
; ; Ted nodded; his partner said, "Yes. We got the ; impression that they are -- they were quite a bit of a ; problem."
; ; "Well, here's what's left of one of them."
; ; "Uh -- sure." Ted glanced at his partner, who nodded. ; "Just doing what we're supposed to, but thanks." Ted divided ; Stefan's balls between himself and his partner, then gave ; Ben, Terry, and Karl each a third of Stefan's roasted prong.
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; ; After supper, Ted paired up with Eddie, Ted's partner ; with one of Eddie's blond brothers. They found a spot on the ; freshly plowed ground and settled down for a fuck under the ; rising moon. Terry, Karl, and Ben coupled themselves into ; another three-way -- this time with Terry on the bottom, ; impaled on Karl's long, thick shaft, and Ben on top, fucking ; Karl's tight butt. ; ;