THE INCIDENT

BY BLAKE

[ part 1 ]

"What the fuck does that son of a bitch think he's doing," screamed Big Fred Sloacum to his buddies riding their Harleys. It was a lonely stretch of road — mostly farm and wooded land. Fred was shocked that any civilian would look at him and his motorcycle gang and still disrespect him. Usually twenty mean looking guys together on the road across their bikes put a little fear in most people — and Big Fred loved that fear. He couldn't believe that that shithead actually had the balls to hit his horn at him — over and over again. Now he could see him through his rear view window — shooting a bird at him! It was more than he could take — nobody made him look like a fool.

Actually, Fred was looking for an excuse for a little action. The boys had been traveling hard and needed a little fun, and this jack-ass would provide it. He signaled his boys to stop, and a quick hand motion told them what to do. In a flash the Chevy station wagon was stopped and surrounded by Harleys. Fred slowly got off his bike and sauntered casually towards the driver side of the vehicle. He was a large man — a good 250 pounds of meanness. His greasy long hair, pulled into a pony tail and his unkempt beard, along with his black leather outfit made him the stereotypical biker in the "Hell's Angel" mold. As he walked over, he gave the wagon a good look-see. In the front seat were the driver and a woman who was obviously his wife. When he got a little closer, though, his heart started beating faster, for he noticed that there were a couple more people in the back seat — kids — two of them, it looked like. Fred couldn't believe his luck — this was just what the doctor ordered for him and his boys — for this was a gang of chicken hawks — ass-fuckers who loved little boys — who would take a pretty young boy over a woman any day. Fred couldn't see the kids in the back seat very clearly — he hoped they would be boys — good-looking boys. But if they were little girls, that would be better than nothing.

When he got to the car, he looked in the back window and his prick took a jump in his pants. In the back were two boys — both young, both blonde, and both absolutely beautiful.

"Look, you — you have no right to block the road like that." It was the weasely, middle-aged driver of the car who was stabbing his finger in the air as he motioned at Fred. "You should have some consideration for others who are using these roads."

Fred was hardly listening to the babbling of the shithead. He was still ogling the boys in the back. One looked to be twelve or thirteen, the other a little younger. They seemed to be embarrassed by their dad.

"Now I don't want any trouble with you guys, but. . . ."

Fred interrupted his little speech by grabbing him by the neck and dragging him through the window of the car.

"Shut the mother-fucker up"

At that command, three or four gang members grabbed the guy and started to pummel him with blows and kicks. He screamed his pain and blood began to splatter the side of the wagon. The middle-aged woman in the front seat began to scream "Leave him alone!" as the passenger side door was ripped open and she too was dragged out. She was not a good-looking woman — skinny, with a severe, elongated face. Her brown hair was pulled back and fastened in a kind of old fashioned bun. She was wearing a tee shirt with some stupid advertising on it along with shorts. Her breasts were small and didn't make much of an impression on the tee shirt. Again, about four or five of the gang members began to work her over — slapping her face back and forth and ripping her tee shirt down the front. Her small mounds were quickly engulfed by hands and finally she was thrown on the ground, stripped, and gang raped.

Fred, meanwhile, was more interested in the prizes in the back. The boys were screaming and crying in terror. They were cowering in the middle of the back seat. Fred tried the door, but it was locked.

"Open the door, boys," Fred commanded.

The boys didn't move.

"Okay, I'll unlock them myself then." Fred climbed into the front seat and unlocked the doors as the boys scrambled to the back of the station wagon.

"Boys, we're going to have some real fun!"

Fred and another one of his friends, a tall stupid-looking brute called Donkey, climbed into the back seat and moved towards the terrified, trapped kids. They really had no place to go and soon Fred and Donkey dragged the kids out of the car. The entire gang shouted with glee when they saw what the two men had found. The boys were carried to the front of the car and put down on its hood. In the meantime, three of the thugs were holding their mother down while a fourth was shoving his cock into her snatch. The father was lying in a pool of blood, moaning in semi-consciousness.

Fred kind of sighed through his teeth when he had a chance, along with the rest of the chicken hawks, to look over the two kids. They were stunning. The oldest, whose name turned out to be Jeremy, was thirteen. He was medium height for a thirteen-year-old — a little on the skinny side. He had long blonde hair, parted down the middle. His eyes were bright blue. A slightly upturned nose and lush pouting lips made his face absolutely beautiful. He was dressed in a brightly striped sports shirt and grey, cargo-style pants — the kind with pockets down the legs. He was also wearing white tennis shoes. The other boy was named Chase and he was ten years old. He, too, had long, very blonde hair, with a shock that covered his eyes. It reminded Fred of that Hansen kid — the little one. His eyes were very striking — very large and icey grey in color. His oval face, with a smattering of freckles across the bridge of his attractive snub nose, was even more beautiful than his brother's. He was dressed in a sleeveless basketball shirt from some stupid pro team and basketball shorts. His bare shoulders made him really sexy to the gang of ass-fuckers as did his little pink nipple that was sticking out the side of the over-sized shirt. His outfit was completed with white knee socks and sneakers. They boys kind of huddled together on the hood of the car as the gang directed lewd comments at them.

"Let's get them somewhere where we can love them up real good," Fred said.

"There was an old deserted barn a couple of miles back," said one of the guys names Snake.

"Sounds perfect for a little R and R. Let's bring mom and dad along for the show."

At Big Fred's direction, the man and woman were tied and slung across a couple of the Harleys like trophy deer. Donkey took Jeremy with him on his bike while Snake took Chase — both with strict orders to keep hands off for later. Then it was off to the old deserted barn.