THE INCIDENT

BY BLAKE

[ part 3 ]

"Now Jeremy, my cock is hard and throbbing. I want you to come here and take it out of may pants."

The gang laughed as they saw a look of revulsion cross the innocent boy's face.

The boy shook his head back and forth and said, "No, don't make me do that — it's not right — it's dirty." His parents struggled against their bonds, moaning loudly through their gags.

"Dirty?" Now you went and caused your little brother to lose his panties."

Three gang members rushed at Chase, lifted his legs and ripped his underwear off. Then they put him down, while the guy that got what was left of the boy's undies pressed them to his face and sniffed. One of the other guys lifted the long basketball jersey, showing the kid's little cock and balls to the gang. The cock was only about an inch long, thin — hanging flaccidly from a cute little unwrinkled ball sack. He was circumcised — and the magnificent mushroom head made a beautiful sight. The sight of the beautiful little boy's treasure being shown to the horny gang, and his obvious horror, made a strangely erotic sight. The boy's knee socks made it even more alluring. The guy lifted the little ball sac with one of his fingers and displayed it for the rest of the gang, tickling it by tracing a line up and down it. Then he wrapped his fist around the little prick and began stretching it away from the boy's body, then pumping it, up and down, masturbating him until he began to get hard. Then he pulled him, twisting him so that his cute ass was seen by everyone — and cute it was — two magnificent dimpled grapefruit sized cheeks separated by a dark crack.

"Stop — leave him alone," pleaded Jeremy." I'll do whatever you want — just leave him alone."

"OK — stop, guys." The man released Chase's little boner and let his shirt drop, covering it and his ass from view — although the boner now tented the front of the shirt sexily. "Now, since you didn't do what I asked, you don't get the privilege of using your hands. Get down on your knees."

The boy cautiously got down on his knees.

"Now get on your belly and crawl over to me like a snake."

The boy was totally humiliated as he did what he was told, to the jeers of the gang.

"Now clean my boots with your pretty little tongue — and do a good job."

Jeremy stuck out his tongue as far as he could and began to lick the filthy boots. When he began to gag with revulsion, Fred ordered the gang to get Chase's shoes and socks. Again his legs were lifted so that he was hanging just by his wrists. His shoes were ripped off his feet and then his knee socks were slowly removed. Of course while doing this, hands went under his shirt and fondled his cock and balls again. He screeched in fear. Other hands tickled up and down his thighs and one guy even began to suck on one of his toes. The abuse continued as Fred gave his next order to the shocked Jeremy.

"Now get your mouth on my zipper and open it with your teeth.

Jeremy did the best he could to comply, knowing that his brother was down to his last article of clothing.

When he had the zipper down, Fred ordered him to reach in and take out his cock. The shaking boy had trouble, reaching his small hands through the brute's underwear and tentatively grabbing the huge hairy penis he encountered and pulling it out. When he finally got it out, Fred ordered the boy to give its head a kiss. The kneeling boy pursed his lips and lowered his head, but before he could plant the kiss, Fred began slapping him back and forth across the face with his cock. Finally, he told the boy to open wide and he stuffed the raging ten incher into the boy's mouth. The boy immediately gagged as the intruder went down his throat. Luckily Fred pulled it back out far enough that he could breath before ramming it again and again and again. Fred entwined his fingers in the boy's long blonde hair and began fucking his mouth in earnest. Finally he threw back his head and deep-throated the boy as he cummed in his velvety mouth.

Jeremy gagged and sputtered when Fred finally withdrew the huge prick and wiped it in his hair. Cum dripped from the boy's lips. But Fred warned him from spitting any of it out.

"Now you're a cock-sucker — a real sugar-mouth. Why don't you give a nice blow job to the boys."

For the next hour or so, Jeremy serviced every member of the gang. When he was finished, he lay in a fetal position on the floor, his hair sticky and in disarray, his face and clothing covered with cum. He was crying hard and retching uncontrollably.

"Get over here, pussy boy," Fred ordered.

Jeremy didn't move.

"You want us to give your sweet little brother a go?"

Jeremy pushed himself up to a sitting position and softly said, "No."

"All right then. Get up and come over here."

Jeremy got shakily to his feet and walked over and stood before Fred.

"Now, boy, take out your pecker and show it to us."

As much as wanted to obey, he just couldn't do that. He froze in position, shaking his head "No".

"That was a mistake, boy. Now your brother loses his shirt and we are going to see your precious little cock anyway." With that he stood up and pushed the boy onto his back. A couple of the gang members grabbed the boy's arms and held them over his head as Fred undid the boy's belt, unsnapped his grey cargo pants, and pulled them roughly down his legs. He then did the same with his underwear, leaving the boy nude from the waist down. Two of the gang members came over and grabbed his ankles and spread his legs so that his genitals were on display for everyone to see. His cock was flaccid, maybe three inches long, with loose hanging balls and just a few wisps of blonde hair at the base of his cut cock. It was a beautiful sight that made big Fred hard again.

"See, now we can all see your pretty cock and balls — but it's too bad for your cute little brother."

Chase screamed as he was surrounded by horny bikers.