A FUCKING LIFE

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 14 ]

One Day at the Barn

The following morning was welcomed in by a gray sky. It was Friday, and that meant the weekend was approaching. That realization hit me as I was waking up, still ‘spooned’ against my young brother’s back. My mother walked in to wake us up by opening the blinds, and then walking back out again.

She didn’t pay much attention to me anymore, which was fine by me. Terry woke up as the light hit his eyes, and wiggled his butt a little. That little bit stirred my cock awake. I heard him giggle, and he wiggled it again, just to tease me; the little shit. I reached under the covers and grabbed his cock and balls and gave them a real squeeze just for that.

“Ow, Scott,” he said as he batted my hand away, “I was just playing.”

“No, you were teasing. There’s a difference. Playing would mean that you and I have the time to finish what you’re starting. Teasing is a way to get the other person horned up and they can’t do a damn thing about it. You were teasing, you little twit.”

He turned around to look at me in the face. I had a smirk that told him I was half serious. He knew which half I was serious about. We got up and made our way to the showers before Thomas and Chad woke up. We just beat them into the bathroom. In December, you want the hot water.

Terry and I left just enough for the two of them, if they showered together. We snickered at that predicament. We had breakfast, and then made our way to school for the last day of the week. It was the time of year where teachers don’t give a whole lot of homework, and the following week was only half a week. I love Christmas.

Terry, Thomas, Chad and I walked to school, but when we got close, Terry and I hung back from the other two. Neither one of us felt like going, and since no one really cared whether we went or not, we decided to skip for the day.

“What did doing that work feel like, Scott?” He asked me once we were clear of the school grounds. I stopped in my tracks and looked at him. He turned to look back at me.

“What made you ask that?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged. “I mean we kinda had fun last night, I was just wondering. That’s all.”

“Well, it felt okay for most of the time. Other times it felt like I wished I hadn’t done it at all. Some of the men could be really cruel.”

“Like how?”

“You sure you wanna hear this?” He nodded enthusiastically, so I continued. “Well, they would tie me up, shove things up my butt, and down my throat, for starters. One of them pierced my nipples while I was tied up outside. Some would pull on my cock and/or balls for hours. Some of them would spank or whip me a lot. Some of them would only suck on my cock for the entire time.

“It all depended on the client, and what he wanted. My first one wanted me dressed up like a girl. And I have to say, I looked pretty damn hot as a girl.” He snickered at that.

“Dress and all?”

“Dress and all. Even a wig was added.”

“I wish I had seen that.”

I smiled at the innocence of his demeanor.

“How did you get started doing it?”

“Randy and his family got me started. Dan and Amy had clients that they knew would pay good money for us, so they got their sons started, and some others joined in later. I was the last to join the group. It all stopped when Dad died.”

“Dad was a client?”

“Yeah, my last one.”

“What? You mean he did you?”

“Yeah, he fucked me, alright, in more ways than one. He pretty much fucked us all. Our family, that is.” He knew what I was talking about.

“Did you know about him?”

“Not until I walked in the hotel room that night. He had called himself ‘Bob’. Should have called himself ‘John’, it would have been more believable. After I found out it was him, it was too late to get out of there without him knowing it was me he was fucking. He killed himself because he realized that he had just fucked his son.”

He didn’t say anything after that for a while. We just walked in silence. Before we knew it, we were in the woods outside the back of our house.

“Tie me up, Scott, like you were when that guy did your nipples,” he whispered as he looked down at his feet.

“Terry, he put me in a lot of pain that night. Plus he had me tied up all night, hanging from a clothesline outside, naked. Trust me; you don’t want that done to you. It was worse than what I did to Craig.”

“I don’t care, Scott, I wanna know what it felt like. For real.” He was serious. My nine-year-old brother was wanting me to tie him up and torture him.

“You might as well let Glen fuck you up the ass, Terry, because it’ll be just like that.”

“I don’t trust him. I trust you, Scott,” his eyes were pleading with me to do this to him. I gave in.

“Alright, but you asked for it, Terry,” I warned him. “Go into the barn and wait for me there.”

I went to the shed, thinking about what my brother asked of me, and I still wasn’t sure he really wanted it. I had to think of a way for him to stop what was happening. I gathered everything I needed from the shed and made my way to the house for the rest of my supplies.

When I arrived in the barn, he was standing in the center of it with his head bowed, hands behind his back, and not a stitch of clothing on. I smiled at his anxiousness. He did seem very willing, that was for sure. I walked up to him with the bag over my shoulder. I was standing right in front of him, looking at his naked body. His nine-year-old cock was standing at attention.

To test him, I grabbed it and pulled hard. He hissed and hummed, but didn’t move a muscle to stop me. I lassoed his small nutsack with my thumb and forefinger. I began to squeeze as the other fingers closed in around my hand’s captive. He squinted at the pain, but still didn’t move to stop me. I squeezed harder. He finally squirmed trying to get me to stop, but his hands remained in their place. I released his hairless nutsack.

“Where did you learn to do that, boy?” I asked him.

He mumbled something under his breath.

“Speak up, or the punishment will double,” I demanded.

“A magazine Chad had in his room,” he said a little louder. So, Chad has these fantasies. That’s good to know.

“Master.” I corrected him.

“What?” He asked.

“You end every sentence or question by calling me Master, boy,” I said, slipping into my new roll.

“Yes, Master. He had a magazine with pictures of people being tied up and other people doing things to them, Master.”

“So, that’s why you want this done to you. The pictures turned you on. Didn’t they, boy?”

“Yes, Master,” he said barely above a whisper.

So this was the root of all this. Chad. I wondered if Thomas was doing anything with him. I asked Terry that question.

“I don’t know, Master. I didn’t see them do anything.”

Enough idle chit-chat. Time to give the boy what he was craving. I reached in my bag for the dog collar and buckled it around his neck with the d-ring in the front. A string was wrapped several times around his balls, and left dangling for a second.

I tied a rope around each wrist several times and then tied them together. His arms were going nowhere. I picked the bag back up and pulled on the string I tied around his balls. He didn’t move. I pulled hard, forcing him to move. He got the hint and followed me. After picking up his clothes, I led him to the staircase going into the basement of the barn. It was perfect for my needs.

“Before we go any further, boy, there is one thing you have to know. This is an escape phrase. All you have to do is say, ‘Steve’, and I will stop everything. Now, your mouth will be gagged, but just nod your head several times, and I will remove the gag to let you say it. Do you understand?”

“Did you have an escape phrase, Master?”

“Yes, but I never used it, boy. I let them do whatever they wanted to do to me. But I had experience behind me, so you feel free to say it if it gets too much.”

“I won’t, Master,” he said with a great deal of conviction in his voice.

I put two handkerchiefs over his eyes and a sock around them to keep them in place. A knotted sock was put in his mouth and tied behind his head. Next, I had him bend over, so I could insert the buttplug I had saved from my night with Master Toby. It took a bit of work on my part to get it inside his asshole, but it did fit. As it slipped inside his ass, he yelped when the widest part of the plug stretched his sphincter muscle. He wasn’t used to having something that wide pass into him.

To make sure the buttplug remained in place, I took a length of rope and tied a harness around his body. It was passed over his shoulders and through his legs (avoiding the bound testicles, of course) first, and then tied off to its own free end, making a ‘v’ shape. As the ropes passed under his balls and behind him, they went over the buttplug, to keep it trapped inside him. Another rope was wrapped around is waist, passing over his navel and under his arms. The next rope was wrapped the same way just above his nipples.

I tied two pieces of rope to the support beams behind him and secured them to the rope around his chest. I strung another one through the d-ring of the collar and secured his neck to those two ropes, while wrapping the excess behind his head to support it. I wrapped his ankles individually several times before pulling them apart to the support beams in front of him. They were tied off with my famous trucker’s hitches, pulling his body horizontal and tight. The rope around his chest slipped a little and lined his underarms, which is where I wanted it in the first place. The rope holding his neck to the two ropes was also tightened.

I took the string tied to his nutsack and threw it over the cross beam that ran the length of his body above him. It was also tied with a hitch that finally brought a muffled scream from his gag. I smiled at that. All the hard work was paying off. I brought a piece of leather and wrapped it around his cock, just behind its head. I hitched that one to the rope crossing his chest, bringing another round of muffled screams.

I checked him to make sure he wasn’t nodding his head, and he wasn’t. I was wondering if he would. So far, he was holding up quite well. I tied his wrists to the eye bolt that was embedded in the floor of the basement, and hitched it off as well. His body was stretched to its limits, completely.

With a nine year old boy stretched out in front of me, I decided it was time to play. I ran my fingertips lightly up the side of his torso, where he was ticklish the most. He squirmed, trying to evade my feather touch. I reached over and pinched his nipples hard, but not as hard as I could have done it. He squealed into the gag as I continued to assault each of his nips.

I reached back into the bag and brought out the ping-pong paddle. I smacked each of his buttcheeks with it five times. Each hit caused him to whimper into his gag. The final one brought a small scream as I used most of my strength for that one. With his ass burning from the paddling, I left him alone for a second while I got the next phase of my plan started.

I cleaned up all the dry hay that was around the site. I had to make sure that nothing flammable was near us. He would wiggle and squirm every once in a while, but mainly didn’t move from his position. Once I was absolutely nothing that could catch on fire was near us, I pulled a tall graduated candle from the bag, and lit the wick. Just as Master Toby had done, I let some wax pool up at the top before I dripped any on his nipple.

I made sure the candle was near to his nipple before I allowed the first drop loose. When it splattered on his nipple, he screamed like nothing else. His head was shaking back and forth vigorously.

“Do you want me to stop? Just nod your head, Terry.” His head continued east-west. The second drip dropped just to the left of the first one, sending him into fits again. I moved the candle to the other nipple and repeated the procedure. Another round of squeals and squirms from my nine year old captive. Each time he squirmed it put his balls through more torment. By now, they were turning a nice shade of purple. Those nuts were my next target, of course.

As I ran a line of candle wax down his body, he must have realized the torment he was putting his balls through, because he didn’t move much in comparison. Maybe his nipples were more sensitive than the skin on his chest. When I arrived at his groin area, I circumnavigated his cock to allow only his balls to receive the torment of the hot wax.

When the first drip made contact with his right nut, the squealing and squirming restarted. There was nothing he could do about it, but he still persisted in doing it. I continued to rain down drip after drip on each of his tiny nuts. When his nutsack was covered in wax, I tried a new tactic. I moved the tip of the candle under different parts of his body.

I started at the bottom and worked my way up. His feet were first to feel a little heat. I moved up to his knees, his stretched arms, and then back up to his reddened ass. He struggled as best as possible to avoid the flame, but nothing worked, of course. He had put himself at my mercy, and I was fresh out of it.

I extinguished the candle and picked the paddle back up. He received ten on each asscheek from the paddle before I stopped. I went back to the bag to get the next instrument of torture. It was the thing he most wanted; the needles.

“Okay, time to back out if you want to, Terry. Once I start this, I’m not stopping no matter what you do with your head.” This was his final warning. He shook his head, ‘no’, so I pulled out the first needle and took a deep breath.

I walked over to my young brother and played with his left nipple to get it hard. Once the tit was firm, I lined the needle up to it, and pushed through it as quickly as I could. Renewed screams escaped the gag in his mouth. He was now nodding his head, but I wasn’t stopping. I finished pushing that first needle to stop half way through his tit. I stepped under him and stood back up to his right side. After getting the nipple hard, I pierced it just as quick as the first, making sure I didn’t stop till it was half way through.

His body went limp as he passed out. I checked his pulse, and he was fine. I allowed him to come around in his own time, unlike Craig. I wiped up his chest of blood and dried wax while I was waiting. I let his cock loose, and the thing twitched as if he had orgasmed. I looked up at my brother’s face, and it was flushed. He had orgasmed alright.

I smiled. So his second orgasm was a powerful one like mine with Master Toby. That was good to know. As I was still waiting for him to come to, I heard the door to the barn open and footsteps run into it. Voices soon accompanied the footfalls.

“But, Uncle Glen, really, I don’t know where they are. Please believe me. They were at the school, but then disappeared.” Chad was scared, that much was evident, but why would he be scared of Glen?

“You had one fucking job to do, you useless twat; keep an eye on that brat. Tell me where he goes, who he sees and talks to. But you couldn’t even do that little thing.”

“Dad, tell him, it wasn’t my fault,” the boy pleaded.

“I don’t know, Chad. He was with you this morning and all you had to do was stay with him for the day. Don’t look at me for sympathy. It seems to me that it was pretty simple to do.”

“Please, Uncle,” he went back to pleading his case with Glen. Uncle Dave was not going to help him any. “I just lost him; I’m sorry. Please don’t hit me.”

“Hit you? Oh, I think we’re beyond hitting at this point, Twat. Dave, you wanna tie his wrists for me and string him up?”

“Sure thing, Glen,” Uncle Dave had to move fast as Chad tried to shoot past the two men, but didn’t get far. “Nice try, kid. Nice try.” I watched through the narrow slits in the boards as Uncle Dave wrapped some rope tightly around Chad’s wrists. He then took him over to the hook hanging from the middle barn rafter, and pulled on the pulley to lift him off his feet.

Just then I heard a noise as Terry was waking back up. I clamped my hand over his mouth.

“Don’t move, or make a sound,” I warned him. He nodded. I took his blindfold off so he could see what was happening to our cousin.

We watched as Chad’s father removed the boy’s clothing. Glen had pulled his belt out of his pants to get ready to administer punishment. Chad continued to plead with both men not to hurt him, and that this wasn’t his fault. Neither man listened to his wailings.

When Chad was completely nude, Glen wound the belt buckle around his hand and made a fist with it to hold on to it. I saw him look to Uncle Dave. He shrugged, and Glen let loose with a lash to Chad’s back. The boy screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Go ahead, pussy, scream. No one will hear you. You know we’re miles from everyone.”

While Chad was screaming and Glen was whipping him, I began to let Terry out of his bonds. The noise they were making was enough to wake the dead, so I just had to be only a little careful. When I had Terry totally untied and resting on the floor of the basement, I was going to pull the needles out of his tits, but he stopped me.

“I want them left in,” he whispered to me.

I looked up at the progress Glen was making with Chad. Most of his back, butt, and legs were covered in welts. Uncle Dave walked over and turned the boy around and rejoined Glen as he continued to lay lash upon lash against the nine-year-old’s skin. When the belt made contact with his cock, Chad screamed and pulled his legs up to try and protect his groin better.

That didn’t go far. Glen lashed the belt out against his legs, harder and heavier. Chad finally let his legs down where Glen didn’t waist a second. The next lash landed exactly where he wanted; right on the kid’s nuts. Chad screamed bloody murder with that one.

Several landed on his chest and across his nipples as Glen had no mercy on the lad. Uncle Dave was not about to help his son any more than he already had. Severe welts were appearing all over Chad’s body by now as Glen was tiring. Finally, my step-father stopped whipping the kid.

“Wanna piece of him, Dave?” Glen asked and offered him the belt.

“Nah, I want his ass, Glen,” he said with a sadistic smile. He already took his cock out of his pants while Glen was beating the boy. Chad tried to wiggle out of his bonds, but no good came from that effort. His asshole was at the right height for his father’s hard cock.

Uncle Dave spun the boy around and impaled him on his stiff rod, and the child screamed again.

“Oh, shut up, Twat. This isn’t the first time you’ve had my cock up your ass. So knock it off, or I’ll let Glen have another go at you.” That shut him up like nothing else would. Uncle Dave held onto the boy’s hips as he slid his cock balls-deep inside him. I could tell that even though this had happened before, Chad was in some severe pain from the invader. Uncle Dave fucked his son with an intensity of a wild animal.

Glen stood watching the rape, while stroking his own dick through his pants. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he took it out and had his way with the boy. He didn’t wait any longer. He pulled it out, and walked around to Chad’s front.

He let the pulley down to bring Chad’s face to his crotch just as he pulled his cock out. Chad knew what to do, and opened his mouth to accept the cock that fucks me every night. Without preamble, Glen shoved his cock down Chad’s throat, causing the kid to choke and gasp for air.

The two men mercilessly fucked both ends of my cousin twice before they were done with him. When they were finished, they hoisted him back up to where his feet were not touching the floor anymore. They wound a piece of rope around his cock and balls enough that they disappeared from view. With the excess, they put it through the center eyebolt in the barn’s floor and tightened it with a trucker’s hitch. He was stuck solid.

“Let’s get some lunch, Glen,” my uncle suggested.

“Good idea, Dave. We’ll come back here for dessert,” he said and both men left the barn laughing.

Terry, fully dressed by now, and I waited for a while to make sure they were gone before we left the basement. I made sure the basement was back to it’s original state before we left. Upon climbing the stairs, I looked toward the house and saw the two drive away in Glen’s truck. We walked in the main drag of the barn where Chad was being stretched. The sight of him even made me want to hurl.

The boy’s body was lined with deep red welts all over him. I saw the tip of his cock, and it was a sick purple color. His balls were covered with the rope tightly covering it. A mixture of blood and cum was dripping on the floor behind him, and running down his legs. His face was swollen a little from a few slaps delivered by Glen. He looked up and saw us as we approached.

“Please, please let me down. It hurts,” he pleaded with us.

Terry made to let him down, but I stopped him.

“Glen would find out who let him down and then we would be in a huge world of shit that no one could protect us from.” I told Terry. I looked up to Chad. I had all the sympathy in the world for the boy, but I had my brothers, my sister, and my own ass to protect. He was going to have to bear the two men again on his own.

“I wouldn’t tell them, Scott. I swear it.”

“They would torture you till you do. You think that this is the worse they can do to you? This is nothing compared to what even I can dream up. Trust me, they would get the truth from you, and then what do we do? No, Chad, you’re on your own, unfortunately.”

“Please, Scott, help me,” he had been crying already, of course, but fresh tears flowed as he realized there was no way out of this for him.

“Alright, I’ll help you, but you have to listen close, and listen good.” He nodded. I continued, “When they return to do what they want to you, close your eyes, and think yourself into another place. Be somewhere else; it’s a trick I learned a couple of years ago. It works, Chad. I’m sorry I can’t help you more, but I have to look after my own family.”

“PLEASE!!!!!”

I pulled Terry to me and we walked out of the barn without leaving a trace we had ever been there that day. So, Glen’s having me or Terry followed. That was definitely good to know.

“Why were they getting Chad to follow me, Scott?” Terry asked with a great deal of fear in his voice.

“I’m not sure it was you he wanted followed, Terry. I think he may be after me. Remember, I have the evidence he’s trying to find.” Terry nodded, and did an ‘oh, yeah’ thing.

We made our way back up to the house, where I replaced all the things I had used on Terry. I also put band-aides on his nipples to hide the needles from Mom and Glen. We were about to leave, when I saw the truck return to the house. We ran like rabbits to my room and closed the door. I shouldn’t have worried about them coming into the house right then. It was Chad they were returning to.

I realized this as I heard them walk to the barn. I grabbed Terry by the arm and started to move towards the door. He balked.

“I’m scared, Scott,” he whined.

“Listen, Terry, so am I, but we have to take the opportunity to leave. Chad’s going to tell them he’s seen us to save his skin. When he does, one or both of them are going to come to the house to check out his story. We have to be gone before that happens. They will do worse to us than they did to him if they find us here. We have to leave, and I mean now.”

He nodded. We edged our way to the living room. I saw Uncle Dave on his way back towards the house. I grabbed him and we ran to the front door crouched as low as possible. We made it to some tall grass just in time as he came out of the front door looking for us.

They’ll torture Chad even worse now for lying to them, but it was better him than us getting caught. We edged our way around the house to the field on the side of the barn. With Terry with me, I dared not get closer. We waited for what seemed like hours while Chad screamed and hollered while Glen and Uncle Dave went to town on the young kid.

They did exactly as predicted; he was tortured even worse for “lying” to them. Both of them left with their lusts satisfied and zipping up their flies, but Chad was not with them. We saw them take off back towards town then we made our way to the big door leading to the barn.

Chad was lying on the ground, crumpled in a heap. As Terry and I approached him, I could tell he was unconscious from the beating he just took. Not only were there more welts all over him, but bruises were also added. More semen flowed from his young asshole. Blood was all over the place.

I picked him up and carried him back to the house. I told Terry to get some cream that was in our bathroom. I laid him down on my bed as I tended to his wounds.

“If Glen or Uncle Dave comes back, we have to act like we don’t know anything,” I warned Terry as he walked over to me. “Understand?” I looked hard at his eyes to make sure he did understand what was at stake.

He nodded.

“We are playing a very dangerous game with some very dangerous people, Terry. Glen and Dave obviously have this town scared shitless. We can take them on, but not now. So, if one of them returns, let me do all the talking. You just act like you’re in shock; kind of like you’re doing now, okay?”

He nodded again.

As I was tending to Chad, he woke up. When he saw me, he automatically went wild and tried to get away. I grabbed his arms and tried to steady him.

“It’s okay, Chad, they aren’t here. They can’t hurt you right now, so relax and let me take care of you.” He finally calmed down as I soothingly talked to him. When he was calmed down enough, I went back to rubbing in the salve. His wounds would heal, of course, but he would have a few scars.

“Who did they want you to follow, Chad; me or Terry?”

“You.”

“Why?”

“Glen wants something you’re hiding from him. Dad didn’t say what it was.”

“Alright, I’ve got an idea.”