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All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is 
entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of 
sexual activity between adult males and a teenage boy. 
READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or 
offended by such material.

Kevin: Ripe For Picking - Part 2

By Andy Caulden

I met Jack outside Woodford railway station, in the car
park, the day after my visit to the clearing in the wood.

'We have a problem, Kevin,' he said softly. 'The rozzers 
[police] have turned up in force and are searching the 
wood. Apparently, someone's gone missing from the local 
loony bin.'

Two police vans and a Wolseley were parked in the car 
park, and another Wolseley was parked in the main road, 
outside the public toilet.

'I think we better go back to my place,' said Jack. 'We 
can play with Gerald and Tiny Tim, and I can show you 
some really sexy magazines.'

I didn't need to be asked twice, and I couldn't let down 
Tiny Tim.

'How far away is your place; and what about my bike?' I 
asked.

'Leave it chained up in the bike-rack, over there,' he 
said, pointing to his left. 'And I can drive you to my 
place in less than ten minutes. My car's over there, the 
Super Snipe beside the concrete bollards.'

I made sure my bike was well and truly secure - I 
checked the padlock twice - before leaving it in the 
rack and joining Jack by his car.

'Don't worry about your wheels, boy,' said Jack, mocking 
me for my overzealous concern. 'No one is going to nick 
that load of old junk.'

'It maybe old, like you,' I snapped, 'but it's never let 
me down. It's the best.'

'Watch your mouth, boy,' said Jack sourly. 'Yesterday's 
slaps across the arse were mere taps of affection; if 
you backchat me again, I'll whack your arse so-o-o bad.'

The look in Jack's eyes told me that he wasn't kidding, 
and even though I kinda liked the punishment he'd doled 
out the day before, I didn't want to push him too far.

'Sorry, Jack. I didn't mean to...'

'Just get in the car and behave,' he snapped. 'I owe you 
six of the best already.'

We didn't speak until the Super Snipe pulled up outside 
a small cottage, which was located between Denbury and 
Elm Green, some ten minutes later.

'Here we are, Kevin,' said Jack, as he dropped his hand 
on to my right leg, just above the knee, and squeezed. 
'If you take off your shorts and Y-fronts now, and walk 
up to the front door bare-arsed, I won't punish you.'

'Leave it out,' I said, as my cheeks began to burn 
bright red with embarrassment. 'I'm not going to do 
that, someone might see.'

'None of the locals use the lane nowadays, not since 
they built the bypass. So I'll be the only one watching 
you parade those pretty bum-cheeks.'

'No way,' I said defiantly. 'You can slap my arse all 
you want, but I ain't going to walk up to the front door 
bare-arsed.'

'Okay,' replied Jack. 'That's another six bum-tingling 
slaps I owe you.'

I tried to imagine myself walking up the path, wearing 
no shorts or Y-fronts, and parading my 'pretty bum-
cheeks'. Jack was definitely putting some lewd ideas in 
my head.

Once inside the cottage, I was told to strip naked and 
stand in the centre of the living-room. Jack disappeared 
into the kitchen as I complied with his instructions.

On his return, he went straight to work on Tiny Tim. He 
knelt down and gently sucked my hard-standing cock into 
his mouth. I felt my knees buckle a little, and really 
thought I was going to climax there and then.

I then heard a creaking noise, coming from the direction 
of the staircase behind me. I turned my head and froze 
the instant I saw the three naked men on the stairs.

'He's a nice one, Jack,' said the leading man. 'We must 
have some of that schoolboy bum before we leave.'

As panic set in, I tried to push Jack off me; but he 
held me tight and wouldn't let go.

There was a click and a bright flash of light - another 
photograph of Jack sucking me off was added to the ones 
that were taken the day before.

Jack pulled me down, onto the floor, as Eric, Clive and 
Keith ran over and jumped in.

They prised Jack off me, which took some doing, and told 
him to come back when he was naked. I was then stretched 
out on the floor and expertly examined, inch by inch, by 
all three men.

'Let me go,' I squealed, between the licking, kissing 
and probing. 'My dad's a copper. He'll have you all put 
in prison.'

'For playing with a randy cock-sucker, I suppose.' said 
Clive.

'Who likes to take his clothes off in the woods,' added 
Keith, 'and let men suck his cock.'

'He won't believe you,' I continued to bluff - my dad 
was in actual fact a window cleaner.

'Look, boy,' said Eric. 'You came here with a man you 
met in a public toilet. We have dozens of photographs of 
you naked in the wood, with Jack sucking you off and you 
begging for more.'

It was then that I knew the game was up.

'We also have a snap of you in the bog, sucking on a 
man-size cock,' said Keith, lying. 'Jack's face can't be 
seen, but there's no mistaking you.'

'We used a special spy camera for that one,' said Jack, 
returning to the fold, stark-bollock naked.

'So how are you going to explain that away to your dad, 
cock-sucker?' Keith sneered.

I was quite annoyed when my will to resist suddenly 
threw in the towel and deserted me. The men had me just 
where they wanted me, and they were extremely keen on 
taking full advantage of the boy they had snared.

Eric kissed me full on the lips as his friends squeezed 
my nipples, caressed my ball-sac and licked the tip of 
my cock. After several minutes of this sexual torment, I 
decided to co-operate one-hundred per cent - if the men 
were going to have their way will me, then I was duty 
bound to let them. After all, there were four big cocks 
to satisfy.

*  *  *

Some ten minutes later I was hauled to my feet and led 
into the kitchen. A sturdy wooden table stood in the 
centre of the room - it was some two-foot square and 
covered by an oilcloth, a bright red one.

'Spread your legs and bend over the table, Kevin,' said 
Jack. 'Your arse is about to be tenderized by your 
elders and betters.'

I did as I was told, believing that my arse was about to 
be firmly slapped, as promised by Jack earlier. Little 
did I know that I was about to be gang-banged by four 
hard-standing cocks.

Clive and Keith tied my ankles to the legs of the table 
with rope; and as they did so, Eric positioned my body 
on the tabletop, so that my head hung over the edge. I 
only put two and two together when Jack pushed something 
into my anus.

'We're going to slap your arse,' said Eric, as he held 
my head down, 'and finger-fuck your bum-hole.'

'And if you're really good,' put in Jack, 'we're going 
to swap fingers for cocks. But that's only if you're 
really good.'

The men laughed as Jack fingered my bum-hole.

I tried to free myself by wriggling my body, hoping that 
I could show the men I wasn't too keen on this kind of 
torment. Unfortunately, they weren't in the mood for any 
dissent, so I was well and truly screwed.

'Look, boy,' said Eric, 'it'll hurt all the more if you 
fight the inevitable.'

'And we won't mind if you do,' put in Clive. 'Listening 
to you yelling and screaming will be a big turn-on for 
us.'

'So if you relax,' Eric continued, 'it won't hurt half 
as much, and it'll be over in no time at all.'

I knew there was nothing I could do, so I stopped 
wriggling and relaxed, which allowed Jack to push his 
finger right into my bum-hole. It hurt like blazes, and 
brought me close to tears.

I yelled and pleaded for him to stop, which prompted him 
to withdraw his finger and shove it in even deeper.

'Please, Jack!' I squealed. 'I don't like it.'

'You will,' said Keith. 'It always hurts the first time. 
You just need breaking in.'

'He's real tight down here,' said Jack. 'Get the amyl 
nitrite, Clive.'

Clive opened the small bottle of amyl nitrite and waved 
it under my nose. My head began to swim the instant the 
vapour hit my sinuses.

'That's it, boy,' said Eric. 'You relax and let us do 
all the work. Just think of your bum-hole as another 
mouth.'

'So open wide and get ready to pleasure your friends,' 
added Jack.

I felt warm and relaxed, and quite out of it. The vapour 
coming from the small bottle smelt peculiar, but I 
didn't care.

I thought I was floating in mid-air, and could see, in 
my mind's eye, my anus opening up wide to suck in a man-
size cock.

I then thought I could hear yelling and screaming in the 
far distance as the pain overwhelmed me. I then blacked 
out.

*  *  *

Jack's cock was buried deep inside me when Eric slapped 
my face and brought me round. I truly thought old Gerald 
was ripping me in two.

'Hold him down, boys,' barked Jack. 'And give him some 
more whiff; before he breaks the table.'

I was sweating like a pig, I do remember that; and the 
pain in my guts was truly terrible. So I screamed for 
the fucking to stop.

'That sounds so-o-o sweet,' said Keith. 'I love it when 
they scream like that.'

'He better be that tight when I mount him, Jack,' said 
Eric. 'Sloppy seconds isn't all that great at the best 
of times.'

'True, true,' said Jack. 'But this boy is real tight, so 
you'll be well satisfied... Ah, fuck! I can't hold on 
any longer.'

I could hear Jack grunting and groaning with pleasure, 
but I was too focused on my problems to care - my main 
concern was how painful the changeover would be.

'Oil him up some more, Clive,' said Eric. 'We don't want 
him going rusty on us.'

'He'll be shitting bricks for a week if he goes rusty,' 
put in Keith. 'And when out walking, he'll squeak.'

The men laughed as I was made ready to receive another 
hard-standing cock.

'Oh to be a virgin again,' said Keith, as he eased his 
cock-head into my bum-hole.

I was completely wiped out by the man's frantic fucking 
motion. He shunted me, the table and Eric toward the 
kitchen door by almost a foot; as did Clive, when he 
stepped in to take over from his exhausted friend.

'Fuckin' hell,' shouted Clive. 'That was awesome, truly 
awesome. You're the best, Kevin.'

I just grunted: having no more puff to scream or curse. 
The men had broken me. I was now their bum-boy; their 
sex pet; their obedient creature.

The warm oil and amyl nitrite were used again when Eric 
stepped into the fray, slipping his finger into my well-
used bum-hole.

'Sloppy seconds,' he mused. 'I always get sloppy 
seconds.'

'You're too old and ugly to pull a schoolboy,' Keith 
joked. 'You're just a dirty old man.'

'Yeah, I know,' said Eric, laughing. 'And I've got the 
plastic mac to prove it.'

Eric withdrew his finger and rammed his cock into my 
inner sanctum. I let out an exhausted gasp as he grabbed 
hold of my hips and thrust forward.

'Tighten up, boy,' he growled. 'Make me work for it!'

He increased his stroke-rate as I continued to edge 
forward, toward the kitchen door. He also managed to get 
me to scream again: by raising himself up on tiptoe and 
plunging down with an almighty thrust, hoping to go in 
deeper than any of the others.

'What a lovely boy,' he said. 'And so accommodating.'

'He sure is,' said Clive, 'but I don't think he'll be 
too keen on coming back here again.'

'Nonsense,' chimed in Jack. 'I slapped him around a lot 
yesterday, and he still begged me for more. He likes it 
rough, and he loves his cock being sucked.'

'So with four mouths to feed,' Keith joked, 'he'll be 
bending over for us morning, noon and night. Ain't that 
so, Kevin?'

I let out an affirmative grunt as Keith ruffled my hair 
with his hand. I was so embarrassed, but Jack was right. 
I truly did like being slapped around by burly men with 
ginormous cocks, and I loved having my cock sucked.

Eric was getting close to shedding his load: he was 
swearing like a trooper and squeezing my hips real hard. 
I hung onto the tabletop for dear life as he collapsed 
on top of me.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' he shouted. 'He's wiped me out; the 
little sod's wiped me out.'

'Pump him full of spunk, Eric,' encouraged Keith. 'I 
want to see it dripping out of his arsehole, when you 
pull the plug.'

'Yeah,' added Clive. 'Fill him up with spunk.'

I gasped for breath under the man's heavy weight, hoping 
he would 'pull the plug' there and then. However, Eric 
continued to grind away at my arse for quite some time.

*  *  *

Tiny Tim was rewarded fourfold that afternoon. The men 
made a real fuss of me, especially when they were taking 
photographs of me being licked into shape.

My arse was off limits for several days after that visit 
to the cottage. However, Jack & Co. pencilled me in for 
another rape fantasy the following week.

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Copyright (c) Andy Caulden, March 2010



      

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