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THE INCIDENT [ part 2 ] "Please mister, don't hurt my brother," begged Jeremy as he stood before Big Fred, who was seated on a bench with the rest of the gang surrounding them. "Don't hurt us." When they had arrived at the barn, it was deserted as they expected. The inside was covered with hay, with benches, stalls, and various farm instruments all over the place. It was easily big enough for the Chevy wagon and all the Harleys, not to mention the chicken hawks. The dad was conscious as he was gagged and tied to a post. His naked wife was also gagged and tied to another post — both with a good view of what was happening to their children. After their parents were secured, the boys were brought in by the gang. Ten-year-old Chase, at Fred's direction, had his wrists tied together and then the other end of the rope was looped over a beam and tied to a stall so that the boy's arms were held over his head — not tight, but just enough to hold him in place — and in a very vulnerable position. Then Jeremy was brought in and stood up in front of Fred. He was crying and he began begging when he saw his brother hanging in the middle of the barn. "Don't hurt him, please!" "Hurt him — we're not going to hurt him. We're going to love him, right boys?" The gang roared its approval as Fred got up and walked over to Chase. He reached into his basketball shirt and grabbed a pink nipple and began twisting. Chase screamed and tried to pull away from the pinching fingers, to no avail. "Leave him alone!" shouted Jeremy as he sprinted over to Fred and jumped on his back. The other gang members quickly peeled him off and he was tossed on the floor, to the jeers of the gang. Fred turned to the boy and laughed a devil laugh. "So you want me to leave him alone, do you? I'll tell you what — I'll make a little deal with you. First of all, get it straight — we are going to rape your little ass — all of us — and there is nothing you can do to stop us. You can fight all you want, but you are going to end up with our cocks up your sweet ass and in your hot mouth." Fred loved the look on Jeremy's beautiful face — the look of fear and confusion. The boy was obviously innocent — a virgin to any kind of sex, not to mention homosexual rape. He obviously had very little idea of ass-fucking — probably didn't even know it was possible. He thought to himself that this was going to be one of the most fun times of his life — both for him and his gang. He was rock hard already, and he hadn't even touched the kid yet. "Here's the deal — if you're nice to us — do everything we tell you to do — without hesitation, we'll let your pretty little brother alone." Fred couldn't help but chuckle to himself, because he knew full well that sweet little Chase would be fucked and used by the entire gang in every way possible. After all, he was even more beautiful and sexy than his older brother. "Remember, you must do everything without hesitation. If you refuse, or hesitate, or don't do what we want correctly, then we'll remove an article of his clothing. When he's naked, then we will all take turns fucking him. The beautiful blonde thirteen-year-old didn't know what to say — his mind was spinning. His parents were struggling against their bonds and shaking their heads in silent pleas for mercy for their children. But there would be no mercy. "Well, what's it going to be? Do you agree with my little deal, or should Donkey here go ram your brother?" Jeremy hung his head and softly said, "I'll do what you want. Just don't hurt Chase." "That's the spirit. Now come over here and sit down on Uncle Fred's lap here." The boy slowly approached the sitting giant and sat down tentatively in his lap. "There, that's not so bad, is it?" Fred's hand immediately began rubbing up and down the inside of the boy's thighs, sending goose-pimples up his body. "Tell, me, boy, do you have a girl friend? "N. . .no," he stammered. "How about a boy friend?" The gang laughed out loud at the boy's reaction. "NO!" "Ever give a man a kiss on the lips?" "NO!" "How about giving a little tongue?" "NO!" "Well, now's a good time to try it. Give me a big long kiss — and I want you to put your tongue in my mouth, too — we call it Frenching." "NO," shouted Jeremy as he tried to pull away from Fred's pursed lips. "Now Jeremy, that's not very friendly — did you forget our little deal already? You hesitate and pretty Chase loses some clothing. Snake, go get that boy's pants." Snake eagerly went over to the hanging boy and lifted his long basketball shirt and then grabbed the waistband of his basketball shorts. The boy tried to back away from Snake, but the Ropes kept him from evading the hands which pulled the shorts down to mid-thigh. Snake held up the hem of the shirt so that everyone could admire and ogle the boy's tight white briefs, and the bulge they were hiding at his crotch. Chase cried hard at the embarrassment and abuse. Finally, Snake let his shirt down and went back over to Fred and Jeremy. "Now see what you did to your brother? Next he's going to lose those panties. Now, give me a big kiss." Jeremy didn't hesitate this time — he pressed his lips against the hairy monster and kissed. Big Fred immediately jammed his tongue into the boy's mouth and felt its every nook and cranny. He dueled with the boy's velvety tongue and forced his saliva into his mouth. He could feel the boys revulsion — and loved it. While Frenching the beautiful kid, he let his meaty hand drop to the boy's basket and he felt the bulge of the boy's untouched treasure. The boy squealed through the kiss of shame as he was felt up by that hand. Finally, Fred broke off the kiss and licked up the boy's face, from his chin up across his nose to his forehead. The boy shivered with revulsion and began to cry. "Not bad at Frenching — but we're going to have to give you a lot more practice," Fred said with a grin — saliva dripping from his mouth onto his beard. The crowd eagerly agreed with that. "Now, pretty boy, let's get on with the activities." |