A FUCKING LIFE

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 9 ]

Rudy's Big Mistake

As the car pulled into the driveway, the jostle woke me up from my ten minute nap. I ran inside immediately after Dan opened the car door for me. I took the stairs two at a time and zipped into the bathroom and shut the door. I had little time to get ready for school, and I knew it.

I took a few of my precious minutes to look at my nipples in the mirror. They didn’t seem too worse for wear to me. I was thinking how I could keep the needles in them without drawing attention to my chest all day. I found a box of band-aides. A strip of band-aide for each side of the needles ought to hide those well enough.

I lowered my shirt back down and there was no indication anything was out of place. It would especially be hidden by a jacket. I lowered my pants down and sat for a piss. I then realized that the buttplug was still embedded in my ass. After finishing my piss, I decided to continue to wear it. Thank God we didn’t have P. E. class until next year in middle school.

I went downstairs to join the others for breakfast. I scarfed down the cereal like it was my last meal, and then we headed to school. They asked me about last night, and I showed them the bonus I got. They were so jealous. I think I ended up making about three thousand dollars that weekend, including Master Toby’s bonus.

We talked and laughed as we walked to school, as if nothing was ever odd about us. We were just ordinary ten year old boys, with an eight-year-old thrown in, on the way to elementary school. Even Randy and Roger seemed normal again.

We actually got started talking about each of our up coming birthdays. The funny part was that all of us were born between the beginning of March and the end of April. Weird. We talked about what each of us wanted and laughed at each other’s answers.

That morning was as tedious as ever, more so for me. I think I slipped into a nap during my history class (boring anyways, but I usually manage to stay awake) with Mr. Flint. After his class, he held me back for a few seconds to see if something was wrong.

“I’m fine, Mr. Flint, just tired. I had a really long night last night,” I said with another yawn.

“Well, you might want to cut down on your weekend activities, Scott. I can only keep you passing till you leave my class at the end of the year.” I nodded at his appreciation as I turned to leave. I looked around for a second to make sure the room was vacant, and slid my hand up the inside of his thigh and brushed his cock through his pants. It twitched as I pulled it away. I love teasing them.

As math class was finishing up, Mr. Martin mouthed for me to stay after school. I shook my head, no. He flashed two one hundred dollar bills at me. I shook my head again, and told him, tomorrow. He was disappointed, but I just couldn’t handle a session with him right then.

As English class was winding down, the speaker crackled to life, and I knew Mr. Tyson wanted to ‘see’ me. As the speaker asked if I was in the room, it confirmed my suspicions. I slumped my shoulders forward, and made my way to his office. When I walked passed the secretary’s desk, I smiled and opened the door. I smiled again when I saw what was happening.

Trish was bent over the desk and she was taking Mr. Tyson up her ass very well. I closed the door quickly before anyone else saw what I saw and turned to the two lovers.

“Enjoying yourself, Trish?”

“Uuuhhh!” She said as Mr. Tyson made a particularly harsh thrust forward. “Yeah, I am, Scott. He really knows how to fuck a girl.” She actually did look like she was enjoying the shagging.

“And a boy,” I said with a smirk, and then I turned to Mr. Tyson. “Why did you call me if you’re already getting a piece of ass from her?”

Literally.

“Bill told me you turned him down. Why?”

“I don’t have to answer to you about that, Sir. My reasons are mine. But just for your information, I haven’t had a minute’s sleep for the past two days. I’m tired.”

“That was all you had to say, Scotts,” he shot back. It was kind of surreal having this conversation while he was fucking a friend of mine up her ass.

“I’m irritable right now, Mr. Tyson, and when it comes to what we do, I do have the final say, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember,” he said.

“If that’s all...”

“Go on, go back to class, Scotts. We’ll see you tomorrow,” he said with a wave of his hand. I took one last look at Trish (she was really getting plowed by him) and left the office. They stopped for the momentary time that the door was open, and then I heard them resume after I closed it.

I smiled to the secretary, who had to know what was going on, and went back to class. As I walked in, the teacher, Mrs. Stag (believe it or not), asked me why I was called to the office.

“He wanted to know if I was screwing his wife, or not,” I said with a shrug. The entire class erupted in laughter. I really wasn’t in the mood for “twenty-questions” from her.

Mercifully, the bell rang before she could answer and pandemonium reigned as every kid left their classrooms. Randy and I made our way out of the school and walked home together. The other boys went their own ways home.

“What did he want, anyway?”

“To find out why I told Mr. Martin that I wasn’t in the mood to do anything,” I said with another yawn.

Another five minutes later, and we parted ways to go to our separate houses. I blitzed into my house, passing my mother watching Genital Hospital and my brothers playing in their room. I made one stop into the bathroom to check on my nipples and ass. My nipples were fine; I even tweaked the pins a little. My asscheeks were returning to their original colour of soft milk white. Master Toby was truly a master at handling that riding crop; every line he had made was gone by then.

Pulling up my pants, I made my way past my brothers, Terry and Thomas, to get to my room. Closing the door, I collapsed backward onto the bed. For some reason, I found myself thinking about…

“Rudy!” Roger yelled when he saw his eldest brother walk through the door. He got up and ran to his brother to hug him.

It was a couple of days past Christmas when Rudy reappeared in my life. Over the past month or two, I enjoyed the time around the Potter’s without him. I even enjoyed the hard fucking I took from Randy’s grandfather. During the Christmas break, we were busy with clients, believe it or not. I guess fucking doesn’t take much of a holiday.

Mr. Crandle asked specifically for me on Christmas day, so I spent the day being tied up, whipped and fucked. It was his Christmas present to himself, I suppose. He certainly treated me like a new toy, that’s for sure.

Anyway, when I saw Rudy walk through the door, I wasn’t exactly thrilled to see him again. After all the last time I saw him he tried to rape me. When he saw me sitting in the living room, he walked over to me.

“I’m sorry, Scott,” he said with his hand extended out to me. I looked at it with apprehension then I looked at his face. It was difficult to read. I wasn’t sure if he was sincere or just putting on a very good act for his parents. I shook his hand anyway.

Rudy smiled and walked back to his room for the rest of the day. He didn’t go out with us to clients’ houses again. Dan said that he was not able to handle the work, whatever that meant. I mean, the rest of us have gone through just about the same thing he has. So what made the difference with him?

I even went down into the Potter’s basement with Dan once. It was a hard, long three hours, but I dealt with it. And Dan was very well endowed, by the way. Randy wasn’t kidding; it had to have been a foot long and as thick as my wrist. It was like having my arm shoved up my ass. It took me an entire week to recover from that little adventure.

What made the difference with Rudy, though? I don’t think I ever found out.

Following Christmas break, school started back in session, unfortunately. I guess I didn’t get my Christmas wish that it would burn to the ground. Mr. Tyson called me to the office during English class the first day back for a double fuck with him and Mr. Martin. It lasted past the last bell, so I was late leaving the school.

Instead of going my usual route, I decided to cut through the woods. It was cold and rainy, but only a sort of misty rain. I had my rain parka on, so I was pretty dry underneath, but sort of melancholy as well. I guess having my guts pumped with a ton of sperm and having it rain at the same time does that to me.

Anyway, enough conjecture. As I was making my way through the wood, I reached a very small clearing where there is almost no grass or shrubs from too many people being here over the years. It was a sort of favorite hang out with most elementary school kids. But since it was raining, no one should have been there.

I heard a noise as I was reaching the clearing that made me stop before getting into it. I got off the path and inched my way around it. What I saw was something that I will never forget.

Rudy was tied facing a tree by his arms with his torso on the ground. His legs were tied to two bare roots and split apart. It appeared that he was being tied by the shoe laces. His clothes were ripped off him and scattered around the clearing. Four guys were circling him, jeering at him. They kicked his side, ass, legs, and arms. One of them even made contact with his balls under his body. Rudy screamed when that happened.

“That’ll teach you, faggot,” that one said to him. All four of them looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.

“He really did want you to fuck him, Greg?” Another asked the one who had just kicked him in the nuts.

“Yeah, he did, the little faggot,” Greg answered him. “I guess he won’t be doing that again, huh?” The other three guffawed at his little joke.

I watched as the four teenagers continued to beat him and taunt him mercilessly. At one point, Greg, who seemed to be the ringleader of the group, opened his fly and shoved his dick up Rudy’s well-laid ass.

“Jesus, this kid’s wider than a fucking subway tunnel. Who you been fucking, faggot?” When Rudy declined to answer, he fucked him harder and pulled his head back by his hair. The look on Rudy’s face told the whole story; he was hurt. “Huh? Who you been fucking, faggot?” Greg repeated, taunting him.

While Greg was fucking the boy up the ass, his friends either pulled out their cocks, or kicked Rudy’s body somewhere. The preteen was in some severe pain, and not the pleasurable kind. Rudy was not enjoying this, and I could tell.

Finally, Greg shot his load up Rudy’s ass, and pulled his cock out for one of his friends to have their turn. A kid named Barry was next, and this kid was hung. His cock seemed to reach to his knees. Probably adult professional prostitutes would complain about getting fucked by him. I remember thinking that Rudy was not going to live through that one. As the behemoth shoved his cock up the boy’s backside, Rudy screamed like hell.

“Someone shut him up,” Barry suggested. “Please,” he added as a joke. The one that was named Mike circled around and grabbed Rudy by the hair, lifting his head up to his crotch. Just before he fed his moderately sized cock to Rudy’s mouth, he warned him.

“If you bite me, you’ll be eating applesauce for the rest of you life,” Mike warned him. Rudy gagged as Mike forced it down his throat.

During this time, the rain seemed to get heavier and heavier. This made things colder, due to the time of the year. I was even getting colder just sitting there watching this scene, or maybe it was the scene itself. Either way, I shivered as I watched.

As the rain fell thicker, the highschoolers didn’t let up on Rudy’s body. They seemed determined to pummel him in every way possible. As Greg recovered, he got up and walked back over to him. When Barry finished shooting his seed up Rudy’s fuckshoot, Greg took his belt from his pants and brought it down on Rudy’s back, buckle first. He lashed the boy’s side, back and butt in a criss-cross pattern. I could hear Rudy cry out at each and every lash of the belt.

At one point, I heard a sickening crack when the belt made contact with Rudy’s side. I knew a rib was broken. That didn’t even slow him down. He used his entire arm to put his strength into every swing.

“You’d better get yours while you can, Karl,” Barry warned the fourth boy, “it looks like Greg’s gonna kill the kid.”

Karl nodded and walked behind Rudy. He grabbed his hips and pulled him towards his stiff cock. Karl’s dick slipped inside Rudy with no resistance whatsoever. I’m sure that was even more humiliating to Rudy. Taking a teenage cock without any resistance from his sphincter muscle put insult to injury.

All the while that Karl was feeding his cock to Rudy’s loose asshole, Greg continued to whip his back and sides. I don’t know how many times that belt buckle made contact with Rudy’s side, but it was enough to turn his skin black. Finally, Greg tired and stopped his beating.

Mike shot his load down Rudy’s gullet, followed by Karl doing the same in his bowels. Barry was getting hard again, as was Greg. Actually, Greg never softened after he came. Barry returned to the boy’s already fucked asshole, while Greg took over at his mouth. But this time, Barry untied Rudy’s legs and flipped him over. He held on to Rudy’s ankles as he drove his cock back up inside him. Greg shoved his dick down his throat while facing away from Barry.

I looked down at the ground underneath Rudy, and some red was running with the water away from the scene. It was coming from Rudy’s asshole. Barry didn’t care that the boy was bleeding, he just wanted another fuck. Greg held onto Rudy’s head by his hair as he face-fucked his mouth. If Rudy made any movements or sounds during this time, I didn’t see or hear them. Also, each time Greg withdrew from Rudy’s mouth, he slapped or punched the boy’s face as hard as he could.

When the youths were finished with each of Rudy’s holes, Greg stood up and stomped on Rudy’s cock and balls a couple of times. Rudy must have been unconscious because he didn’t move a muscle while the teenager mashed his crotch into a bloody pulp. Mike pulled out a knife and opened the blade. He flipped Rudy back over and straddled his back while he carved something into the boy’s skin. The four of them laughed at what was written. Before they gathered their clothes and walked off, both Greg and Karl kicked each of Rudy’s arms hard enough that I heard two more distinctive cracks. Rudy didn’t make a sound.

Thankfully for me, they walked in the opposite direction of where I was sitting. After a few agonizing minutes of waiting to see if they would return, I made my way over to Rudy’s prone body. Rudy was not moving at all. Fearing that he was dead, I checked his neck for a pulse (I saw it in a movie once). It was there.

He looked like he was dead, though. The half of his face I could see was swollen and I saw that a few of his teeth were missing. The carving on his back read, “THE FAGGOT ENJOYED IT.” Near black blood ran from each wound and down his back, mixing with the rain. Both of his arms hung at unnatural angles from their bindings, and his legs didn’t look right either. Blood was flowing a lot from his abused asshole as well. That picture will be with me till I die.

I snapped out of it as I realized he needed help, and fast. I knew better than to move him, so I ran like hell to the Potter’s house.

When I arrived, I didn’t bother knocking. Dan was getting his two younger sons ready for the evening when I burst through the door. I pantingly told Dan the short version of the story. I don’t think I’ve seen that look on him before. It was a mixture of worry and anger. We headed back out of the house a lightning speed. Amy called 911 as we were leaving.

When Dan and I arrived at the clearing, Rudy’s body looked sickeningly white. It was as if all the blood had drain out of him. Dan went to move his eldest son and I stopped him.

“He might be hurt inside, Dan,” I calmly reasoned with him. “We’d better not move him till the ambulance gets here.”

He saw the logic of my reasoning, and didn’t move the boy. He just untied his hands from the tree. Rudy still was not moving.

Rudy and I never got along with each other, and I know he tried to rape me, but I never wanted this to happen to him. Randy arrived shortly afterwards. When he saw Rudy lying on the ground like that, he turned and threw up. I held onto him until he finished.

The ambulance arrived within a few minutes later, and took Rudy to the hospital. The cops arrived at the hospital shortly afterwards to take statements. I told them everything I saw and did from the time that I left the school.

Rudy went into surgery immediately upon arriving at the hospital. After several hours of questions from the cops, all we could do was wait. I called my parents to tell them I would be staying with the Potters for the night. They didn’t care.

After six hours of surgery, a doctor walked out and told Dan that even though there was a lot of damage done to Rudy, his chances were good that he would make it. He was being taken up to the ICU ward while they were speaking. Dan and Amy thanked the doctor and went upstairs to see their son. The rest of us followed at a distance.

Upon arriving at Rudy’s room, we went to his bedside, but couldn’t touch him through the curtain. Dan and Amy cried on each other’s shoulders while Randy and Roger stood just looking at their brother in the bed. Rudy lay in the bed with bandages around his face and head. His whole body looked mangled. I couldn’t take looking at him anymore, and left the room. I couldn’t believe I had witnessed something so brutal.

Dan came out to check on me and we talked. I told him I was sorry for not stopping it, and he told me that he didn’t blame me for what happened. He was glad I was able to do what I did.

The ensuing investigation brought the four youths to justice. There was more than just my testimony that convicted them. More than enough evidence was at the scene to send them to prison. There was never a trial, due to them plea bargaining. Greg was imprisoned for life without parole. The other three got twenty-five years. Imagine being seventeen or eighteen and spending your entire twenties and thirties in prison, not to mention your whole life. I’m sure they would spend a long time evading the same thing they had done to Rudy.

I heard that Greg was stabbed in the shower not a year later. Karl lasted another year, and Mike was killed shortly after that in a prison riot. Barry was the only one to have survived any length of time behind bars. The last I heard was that he was still surviving.

As for us, we visited Rudy in the hospital over the next few weeks. He regained consciousness after a week, and was making a marked improvement toward making a full recovery. We didn’t “work” for two weeks after the day of the attack, for two reasons. One, cops were crawling all over the place asking questions. Two, none, and I mean none, of us wanted to work, even Dan wasn’t in the mood.

Rudy was in the hospital for another month before being released. The only thing that you could see was that his nose was crooked. When he took his shirt off, you could see the letters that were carved into his back, though. He definitely would never work with us again.

In fact, he didn’t stay at the Potter’s house very long either. Two weeks after he got out of the hospital, Dan sent him to live with a relative of Amy’s.

Randy, Roger and I started back to work first, and then Mickey joined us. Red and Jake were sort of in and out for a while until the weekend before that college party.

That thought was still on my mind as I was waking up the next day, still in the clothes I wore to school the day before. I smiled at that and made my way to the bathroom for my morning piss and shower.

I pulled my shirt off and noticed the band-aides were still covering the needles in my nipples. After removing the strips, I tweaked the pins a little, sending a sliver of pain through my chest. It was also a little erotic at having them pierced. I took a closer look at them in the mirror. Master Toby knew exactly what he was doing.

My nipples were pierced right through the dead center. I smiled at the night’s memory of being outdoors, naked and tied to a clothesline. My ass was a little sore from the whipping, but no marks were left on my skin, another sign of his mastery. I thought about taking the buttplug out, after all it had been inside me for over a day, but decided to leave it in. If I needed to use the bathroom, I could take it out and replace it after finishing.

I took a shower, minding the needles, finished, dressed and got ready for school.