Ambushed Part 5
by Ricky Stratton
tied2stakes@yahoo.com

copyright 2007 by Ricky Stratton, all rights reserved

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depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are
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Part 5

The afternoon was winding down as as it did, Ryan was really
getting tired.  Nearly two hours of riding his bike
throughout the rural town in almost 80 degree weather was
taking its toll on the twelve year old boy.  He paused for a
short rest before he had to make his final stop out at the
secluded Suggins farm just outside of the town limits.  He
reached in his jeans pocket and pulled out a thick wad of
bills.

"Awesome," he muttered to himself as he counted nearly $95
in cash.  A lot of it was tips, probably $40 worth and he
really needed the money to buy some stuff he wanted, such as
a new inclining sit-up bench which would really tighten and
highlight his already 'Adonis-like' abdominals.  He re-wound
the cash in a tight tubular roll, wrapped a rubberband
around it and stuffed it in his front pocket.  Then, after
pulling up his damp tank-top so as to dry his perspiring
face, he headed off for his last stop.

While Ryan was busy counting his paper collection money,
Jake Suggins and his two dirt-bag buddies were getting
anxious for some action.  They had finished off the half-
case of beer they stole at lunch time and the afternoon's
heat and the anticipation of Ryan's ambush was getting all
three of them extremely on edge.

"When's that faggot gettin' here?" asked Alex.

"Dude, chill out.  He'll get here soon.  He's got to stop
cuz we owe three weeks for that stupid paper," answered
Jake.

"So how we gonna do this?" Tommy asked for probably the
hundreth time.

"You guys are gonna hang back so he don't suspect nuthin',
get it?  When he gets off his bike to go to the front door
then you guys get between him and his bike," Jake explained.

"COOL!  Then we nail 'em!" Alex exclaimed as he proceeded to
punch a sack of grain that was sitting on a shelf.

"After we jump him, then we get him back here to the barn
for some real fun," Jake added as he lit a cigarette.

"That's what all that ropes for, right?" Tommy asked.

"Yep, we're gonna string him up so he can't fight back. 
That's gonna be so fuckin' awesome," said Alex.

"We better head over to the house, he might show up soon,"
Jake suggested and the three teenagers proceeded to Jake's
somewhat delapidated farmhouse. As they were doing so, they
looked in the distance down the dirt road which led from the
highway to Jake's house and saw a glimmer of sunlight
reflect off what they suspected was Ryan's chrome bicycle. 

"Hey check it out!!" Alex squealed in delight as he pointed
down the dust dirt lane.

"Aw man------here he comes.  You guys get lost before he
sees ya," Jake ordered and his two buds quickly ran behind
the house while Jake walked around and entered through the
front door to await the younger unsuspecting boy. 

Jake watched through the livingroom window as a tired and
exhausted Ryan slowly pedaled his bike up the dusty dirt
road to the house.

"That's right 'Prettyboy', keep commin', daddy's waitin'"
Jake said to himself as he opened and clenched his fists
repeatedly.  Finally, Ryan made it up to the front of the
house, at which point he climbed off his bike and looked
around.

"Doesn't look like anybodys home," he thought to himself as
he again reached down and lifted up his shirt to dry his
tanned but perspiring face.  His jeans continued to sag and
droop ever so low on his slim boyish hips and Jake had a
awesome view of the pre-teen's fully exposed midsection as
Ryan slowly climbed the front steps onto the porch.

Meanwhile, around back, Tommy and Alex had quietly sneaked
around to the side of the house so that they could peek
around the corner.

"Dude, go around to the other side so we have him covered
from both sides," Alex whispered to Tommy who eagerly
complied and circled around to the other side of the house.

Ryan approached the front screen door and knocked.  He
thought that if nobody was home, then they would owe him
almost a month's worth of papers, about $35 dollars.  He
never got a tip here, it was all he could do to collect what
the Suggins owed for the paper.  He shrugged his shoulders
and when it appeared that nobody was going to answer the
door, he turned and headed down the front steps.  It was
then that Jake came to the door.

"What do you want, FAGGOT?" sneered the fourteen year old
boy as a startled Ryan turned around quickly.

"Oh I thought nobody was home.  I'm collecting.  Is your mom
home?" asked the twelve year old.

"Nah she ain't.  And I ain't got any money neither," Jake
explained while he opened the screen door and stepped out to
the porch.

"OK, I'll collect next week," Ryan said.  He continued to
descend the steps and just wanted to get out of there.  He
didn't like the idea of being alone out there with just
Jake.

"Whatsa matter dude, don't run off.  Ya just got here," Jake
laughed as he caught a glimpse of Alex and Tommy each
comming around the front corner of the house.  Ryan also saw
the two older boys through the corners of his eyes and he
suddenly wished that he was somewhere else, anywhere but
here.

"Nah, it's ok,  I'll collect next week, it's cool,"
stammered the frightened twelve year old as he quickened his
pace off the steps and towards his bike.

"GET HIM!"  screamed Jake and both Alex and Tommy started to
run between Ryan and his only means of escape.  Jake jumped
off the porch and darted towards Ryan who was tripped up by
Tommy who had stuck out his leg.  The older boy immediately
brought his foot down hard on Ryan's bare arm and Alex did
the same from the opposite side.

"OWWWWWWWWW!" yelped the younger boy as his bare bicep
muscles were stomped on by the two ruffians.

"Nah dude, you ain't goin' anywheres yet," Jake continued to
laugh as he approached the fallen boy and kicked him in his
ribs.  By now, both Alex and Tommy had reached down and each
grabbed a hold of one of Ryan's wrists.  While Ryan laid
face down on the ground, they pulled his arms out from the
sides and held him immobile as Jake dug his heel into the
small of the twelve year olds boy's back. Ryan was unable to
defend himself, especially when Alex and Tommy decided to
twist his arms behind his back while Jake continued to dig
his heel painfully into his lower back where his tank-top
had inched up and bared his tanned skin.

"STOP, PLEASE!!!" pleaded the pre-teen as he realized his
helpless situation.

"Uh Uh, don't think so," Jake replied as he backed off the
flattened boy and signaled for Alex and Tommy to pull him up
off the ground.  But before doing so, both boys decided to
scrape the edges of their 'Doc Martins' boots across the
face of the young boy as he laid there so helplessly.  Then
they put the boy's hands in painfull wrist locks and lifted
him up. Once they had him back on his feet, they wrenched
his bare, muscular arms behind his back and jacked him up
for Jake who was ready.

"Not so tough are ya pretty-boy," Jake sneered in Ryan's
face before backing up a few steps.  Suddenly, Jake lashed
out with his right fist and landed a solid belly shot
directly into Ryan's partially exposed midsection. 
Fortunatly, Ryan sensed it comming and managed to tighten up
his solid abdominal muscles which successfully repelled
Jake's fist.

"FUCK YOU JAKE!" Ryan yelled as his assailant back up and
prepared a second assault.  This time, Jake landed a right
hook to Ryan's side which the younger boy was not prepared
for.  A quick left hook to the opposite side of Ryan's body
doubled him over slightly but Tommy and Alex straightened
him up as Ryan gasped for breath.

"Hey Jake, why don't ya bitch-slap the faggot," Alex laughed
and Jake took the bait.  With an open palm, he slapped the
younger boy three or four times across his smooth, reddened
cheeks.  All three fourteen year old boys roared
hysterically at the sound of Jake's open hand slapping the
younger boy's face.

Finally Jake stood back to size up the situation.  It
appeared now that Ryan was close to tears, brought on by the
humiliation of being slapped like that.  His sweat-soaked
tanktop T-shirt clung tightly to his well-proportioned body,
the bottom edge of the shirt having been hoisted several
inches above the waistband of his faded, sagging jeans.  As
a result, a generous portion of his pre-teen tummy was fully
exposed as well as his deep 'innie' navel.  Seeing this,
Jake stepped forward and jabbed the younger boy repeatedly
in the vicinity of his exposed navel.  As he was doing this,
Jake couldn't help but notice the tightly wrapped wad of
cash which Ryan had in his front jeans pocket.

"What's this dude," Jake asked as his ran his fingers along
the 2 and 1/2 inch tubular protrusion just to the side of
the front zipper.

"Hey guys, he's either got somethin' in his pocket or else
he's got a boner!" teased Jake while continuing to caress
the obvious protrusion.

"Quit it!" Ryan pleaded but he knew it was useless.  Now
Tommy and Alex had looked over his shoulders to see what
Jake was doing.

"Ooooooooo, pretty-boy's got a hard-on," whispered Alex in
Ryan's ear.

"Guess he like's it when he's gonna get beat up," Tommy
added.

"Let's check it out," Jake said as he proceeded to reach
down inside Ryan's front pocket where his found the wad of
cash.  Pulling it out, he showed it to his two friends.

"PAYDAY!" Jake exclaimed as he unwrapped the cash and
counted it out.

"Hey there's almost, like, $100 here----awesome!" he
bellowed and he re-wrapped the bills and stuffed the wad in
his own pocket.

"Hey, give that back!" Ryan yelled when he realized he had
been robbed.

"Dude, this ain't nuthin', we're only startin'" Tommy
slurred slightly into Ryan's ear.  Suddenly, Ryan again was
forced down to the ground whereupon his arms were pulled
behind his back.  He heard a 'CLICK' and felt the cold steel
of cuffs being applied to his wrists.  Jake reached down,
grabbed him by the hair and forcibly pulled him back up.

"See that barn over there?" Jake asked his captive. But Ryan
didn't have time to answer for Tommy chose that time to
'sucker-punch' the pre-teen boy across the jaw.  Ryan
staggered back and felt the taste of blood inside his mouth.

"Aw good one dude," Jake complimented his buddy.  He then
shoved the handcuffed boy in the direction of the abandoned
barn which was about 100 yards away.

"NOW MARCH!!!" Jake ordered and he, Tommy and Alex fell
behind as the twelve year old boy slowly plodded towards his
fate.

to be continued)