Dale10

Lakeland Lads

Chapters 25-27

Chapter 25
The Escape?

Flies crawled over his eyes and between his lips, up his nose and into his ears. Bobby sobbed as flies chewed on his nipples and covered his hands and arms.

"Carlos, I can't stand it 3; I can't any more 3; I just want to die."

The taller well built Latino grabbed the frail thin thirteen year old and flung him over one shoulder.

"No you don't 3; you're not leaving me now, we live or die together."

With one hand Carlos scraped the shit off Bobby's ass and legs. The pool of waste got deeper and deeper, now it was up to Carlos chest, and Bobby hanging over one shoulder fought to keep his face from the filth.

"Carlos, for God's sake, where are we going. There's no escape here"

"Don't fucking say that. There has to be a way out. It's a grating here someplace through which the shit flows. It leads down through a drainage tunnel and out into the river. At least that is what I was told, and fucking hell, I gotta believe it."

"We can't see. We don't even know where to look. We'll drown in shit for fuck sake."

"Shut the fuck up, you're spewing more crap than what we're walking through. We'll find it I tell you. We just gotta keep our strength and keep hoping. There's supposed to be a dead end ahead someplace, and thats where the grating is."

For hours longer they struggled through the river of waste. Carlos would grow tired and put Bobby down so he could rest his arms. Little Bobby stood very still because the shit was now up to his chin.

"How can you even move through this Carlos? It's so thick. Go on and save yourself. Forget about me."

Carlos grabbed the boy roughly with one large shit covered hand. He dragged the boy into him and planted his thick juicy lips on the boys tender bruised mouth. His fat Latino tongue probed and prodded Bobby's mouth and throat.

"I love you, you cuntface, can't you get that through your stupid twatbrain. I fucking love you and we go together."

Bobby threw his shitty arms around Carlos neck almost dragging him down.

"Nobody ever loved me that much in my whole life," he whispered.

"Fucking A. And nobody ever will. You belong to me inside and out to do with as I please. I just may fuck you to death when we get out of here."

Bobby licked the handsome tough face.

"I hope you do. I hope you do. Carlos, while we're resting, finger fuck me just a little will you. It feels so good when you are inside me."

Carlos laughed in the blackness.

"Here we are up to our necks in shit and you want to be fingerfucked? You have become a horny little slut, haven't you?"

"Only for you Carlos, only for you. I'm your slut. I'm your thirteen year old asscunt, your fuckboy, your dickhole 3; ooohhhhhh yeah 3;"

Carlos held Bobby with one arm so he wouldn't fall and shoved a finger roughly up the boys asspussy. It felt funny his hand moving thorugh the shit, his finger reaching into the moist warm soft innerass of the thirteen year old boy. Carlos shoved a second finger in, and a third.

"Ugh 3; ugh 3; ugh 3; oh God 3; oh God Carlos. I'm all hard, my dick is fucking the shit lake 3; oh yeah 3; more 3; harder 3; fuck into me harder 3;"

Carlos knew then that Bobby had been affected for life by his Lakeland training which suited him just fine as it only made him love the boy more. He rammed four fingers up the asshole and Bobby screamed. The scream bounced off the dank shit slimed walls of the sewer. Somewhere rats scurried and the flies buzzed angrily around their stubborn prey. Carlos sucked Bobby's filthy face, sucked the snot from his nose, sucked the spit from his mouth. He twisted and prodded with his four fingers up little Bobby's thirteen year old asspussy 3; way up, until his fingers covered with shit from the sewer met new shit from inside the boy. The fingers widened, stretching the ass lining, and Bobby groaned in pain and ecstacy. Carlos bent his thumb in and tried to insert that too up the little boy's ass. Bobby raised one leg and rapped it around his lover, giving him more ass to play with.

"I'm ugh 3; gonna fist fuck you. If you want it, I'll get it all the way up you. If thats what you really want. Can you take it, you'll be my walking talking cunthole."

"Do it Carlos, do it. Fist fuck my shithole 3; oh God oh God 3; oh fucking God. It hurts so good 3; 3;"

Burke was busy once again in his office. He was trying to do a competent job with his work on eighteen year old Pete Lester. He had already sorely neglected the boy once in the past twenty four hours. And here it was the boys eighteenth birthday. Today he was a man. He was determine to get the boys ball bag half way to his knees, and he was way behind schedule. Now young handsome muscular jock Pete had large balls to begin with, really large, freshman girls at his school could never get them into their cheeks the way he liked to do. He had loved to soak his nuts in girls mouths, but it was almost an impossibility. But his bag had never been one of those low hanging swining type, well not at least until Burke came to his rescue and decided to help him. It must be very dangerous to have almost fifteen pounds of weight hanging from your scrotum. Pete was sure it was dangerous. He sat very still on the stool.

At the present time Burke was hard at work on Pete's prick. And a handsome big teenage dick it was too. All pink and thick and fleshy. It had taken quite a bit of work to get it hard what with the weight on the nutbag, but at last Burke had worked it to a respectable eight inches [20 cm]. The cock had a big pink helmet shaped dickhead, quite large.

"Now you see, Pete 3;"

Burke remarked casually to the sweating groaning bareassed boy on the stool with legs spread.

"Part of your problem is that your pisshole is very small. Much to small for a dick this size. If we enlarge it you'll not only be able to piss more comfortably, but you will also shoot your fuckload into those virgin pussies more easily. I definately think we should enalrge our pisshole. What do you think, Pete."

Pete whimpered. He had never believed such pain possible. Sweat dripped from his strong muscular naked form and puddled on the floor at the foot of the red wooden stool.

"Please sir, please sir 3; don't hurt me any more. For the love of God, don't hurt me any more 3; I'll do anything you want."

Burke made a clicking sound with his teeth and reached out to twist the big stretched nipples that hung from Pete's well developed pecs. They were already like three inch [7½ cm] erasers, but Burke wasn't nearly satisfied. He tugged on the sore raw nipples.

"Pete you're not listening to me. I asked you a question. I asked if you think we should enlarge your pisshole. Now just give me a civil answer."

When Pete answered his voice sounded like a little boy all high and thin. He kind of mewed like a kitten as he spoke.

"Whatever you 3; think 3; is 3; best 3; sir."

"Gosh Pete, I'm glad you trust me."

Burke wiped the trail of tears running from Pete's water rimmed eyes.

"I'm glad you have confidence that I know what's best for you. And you know what? I won't betray that trust. I do know what is best for you. Remember how you shrieked and begged when I told you we were going to use a twelve inch [30 cm] dildo up your ass today? And now look at you, snug as a bug in a rug. I bet you hardly feel it do you?"

The truth is it felt like it was tearing up Pete's insides with every breath he took. And the fucking dildo was so wide, like a fucking beercan. He just knew his poor jock ass would never close up again. He was afraid that turds would just drop out as he walked. He started to say something to Burke, but the poor boys mouth wouldn't work, wouldn't form words. It just opened and closed.

"Thirsty, baby, 3; want a little drink? Let's see what we have today. For your eighteenth birthday. Oh some nice fresh dog piss from our farm. Here help yourself."

Burke lifted up a water bottle filled with foul stinking yellow dog urine. He forced open the mouth of the eighteen year old midwestern farm boy open by squeezing his jaw. Then hesqueezed the bottle and fresh warm dog piss shot into the kids mouth.

"Swallow, baby 3; that's a good boy. Can't get dehydrated. Got to keep you in top form for your training. A little more 3; goood 3; gooood 3; Now back to work. You see if I shove this steel rod up your cock. It will not only stretch the pisshole but the entire urethra. Now I think if I'm not mistaken that this same thing was done by Nazis in World War II as a torture 3; funny huh 3; they never realized that they were actually helping their victims, actually it was hygienically benificial. A nice big piss hole is a fine thing to have. Now I'll just hold your fine fat fucksausage withone hand and work the tip of the steel rod between those sensitive but very small pisslips. You'll see how much you enjoy a big pisshole, Pete, when you jack off on a girls face. It will come out in nice thick spurts from now on. Oh stop moaning, that doesn't hurt yet does it? Its barely in the pisshole. I know you're probably wishing I used a thinner rod, but then we'd only have to go through all this again. I know boys your age who can stick their little fingers in their pissholes, now there's a goal to work for, isn't it?"

Pete was gagging on pain. He threw his head from side to side and bounced on the huge dildo up his ass canal. His hands clawed at the sides of the stool. His big feet curled. Burke loved that sight. He thought it was cute.

"You see you gotta have a big dick shaft to begin with in order to stretch a pisshole this much. Did you always have such a fat dick? I'll bet the kids in school were really envious. If only you could have controlled the fucking cock and not gotten a cunt pregnant. There's about three inches [7½ cm] in there now. Don't you go fucking passing out on me now boy. You do and we start all over again with a bigger rod. What's your girlfriend's name, Pete, the one you fucked pregnant?"

"Sa 3; Sally 3; her name is, Oh God 3; sir 3; oh fuck 3; oh fuck 3; ohhhhhh"

"Sally, what a stupid cunt name, well Sally the pregnant sow is gonna love your new pisshole, Pete. She can suck the cum right out of it with a straw. You know the first few times you piss after you have this done, well it's the same when you get a catheter. It burns so badly you think you'll fucking die. It's really funny to watch. Some guy pissing after his dick lining has been worked on. Maybe I'll take you down to the cafeteria and let you piss in front of the whole school, give the boys a laugh. Of course we have had lots of boys shove straws up their dicks, but a steel rod, well thats impressive. You are gonna have one fine looking prick boy and with those bulls balls of yours. Shit, you'll be like a fucking horse. And of course your fat sows tits add to the total package. Yes sir, you are becoming one buff boytwat. It's going to be a great birthday present.

The door to Burke's office swung open, Burke jumped and shoved too hard. Pete twisted his young handsome face into something resembling the Frankenstein monster and blacked out. Burke swore, kicked the bucket tied to the boys ball bag and leaving the rod in the dick turned to face Milford.

Security Chief Milfored hadn't had any sleep in twenty-four hours. He was beside himself, an awkward positon since he already had enough blubber for two. His fat stomach hung over his gunbelt, and several open buttons showed an expanse of pale hairy bloated stomach.

"This better be good, Milford" Burke hissed, calming his erection with one hand.

"It is boss, it is. We found 'em. Two of 'em. Making their way through the sewers toward the river. Jesus Christ they's wading through shit Mr. Burke. They musta crawled thorugh the pipes and dropped into the cistern or something. Anyway they're heading for the river opening. I don't see how they can get out. I think they'll probably just die down there in the shit, but if they do somehow see the light of day, we'll be awaitin for them. I got a dozen men posted down there. And dogs. And guns."

Burke grabbed a jacket.

"Good work, Milford. I'm going down there myself. Get some rest."

Fat slobby Milford burped.

"I gotta take a wicked piss. Had ta piss for about four hours."

Burke nodded toward the unconscious Pete.

"Piss on him to wake him up. And then do me a favor, will you Milford, and fuck his face real good. He's just not cooperating the way he should. Leave the rod in his dick, the bucket on his balls and the dildo up his ass though, will you. Oh and before you leave, chain him to the stool so he can't wander away. I want him right there when I get back. It's his birthday. He's a man today so fuck his pussyface nice and hard."

"I really hate to piss up your office, Mr. Burke."

"That's okay, Milford, I'll have the boys lay a new carpet tomorrow. Oh and help yourself to the brandy. I don't mind telling you I was worried, but things are going to turn out okay after all."

"Okay Bobby, I found the grating. It's beneath the level of the shit. This is the hard part. We gotta hold our breath, break off the grating and then swim through the shit to the other side."

Bobby looked at Carlos. He shook his beautiful young head. I can't go down under there. I can't swim underneath the shit. I can hardly move in it."

"You have to 3; and look don't get lost, you'll drown in it if you go the wrong direction. I'd have you hang on to my foot, but I need my legs to kick. I have an idea, grab on to my dick and don't let go. Swim along with me and no matter what happens don't let go of my dick. When we get to the grating, help me pull it off, but keep holding onto my dick."

"Jesus Carlos, how long will this all take? How long do I gotta hold my breath under the shit?"

"I figure about a minute and a half. Don't worry, all that throat fucking they gave you taught you to expand your lungs. You can do it. The very thing they used to torture you now will save you."

"Oh Carlos, will I ever see you again?"

"Yes, on the other side of this wall. Now when I count three take a deep breath, grab my dick and let's go."

On the count of three the two naked shit covered teenage boys sank down beneath the level of human excrement and disappeared. On the other side of the wall, twelve armed guards waited to greet them.

Chapter 26
The Escape!

"Oh fuck, they're out there waiting for us."

Carlos moaned, one hand clutching the wire grillwork, the other holding up his exhausted lover. Bobby still grasped his lovers dick as he had done during the suffocating swim through the shitstream. How much shit he had swallowed, Bobby didn't know, but enough to make him puke with some regularity. He was certain that even if they had escaped, he would never have gotten rid of the taste and feel of the human waste covering his body and forcing its way into his being. With each breath gobs of shit sprayed from his nose. With each word stringy trails of shit ran from his beautiful thirteen year old mouth.

"Thats it then. We gotta give ourselves up. There's nothing we can do."

Bobby didn't even care any more. He just wanted to rest his head on Carlos shit covered shoulder.

"Not yet, we don't give up. I'd rather be shot trying to escape than go back to them. If Burke is out here. It means he's not back at the school. I got an idea. Come on Bobby, we gotta go back through the shit."

Milford Stanton was holding down the fort. The chief security officer for Lakeland Academy was having one hell of a time doing it too. Currently he was preoccupying his time by holding a lighted cigar to the extended nipples of eighteen year old muscle boy Pete Lester who was tied to a bright red stool with a huge wooden dildo up his stretched jock ass.

Milford smacked his tobbacco stained lips.

"My, my, my you are a pretty thing ain't you my boy? All fine toned and muscular. I do love those big sow tits a your, who gave you them pig titties, Burke? He must a worked long and hard to get them nipples standing out like like, all ready to be milked. Lookee here. I can put the tip of this here lit cigar right along the bottom edge of one ot them nipples."

Pete Lester flung back his sweats lick head with pain. The smell of burned flesh along with the sting in his tit told him Milford was just touching the tip of the cigar to his nipple. It would get worse. His large well muscled feet curled agins the stool rung. The bucket swinging from his balls, to which Milford had added a desk paperweight clattered against the red stool.

"Hard to believe now, I know, I know, but when I was your age, boy, I had a body like yours, all muscles, smooth and young. I was the hero of my high school, all the cunts were after my dick. Fucked plenty of them too, but my real taste was always for boys. I guess you might call me a bully. You see, I just loved nothing better than to beat the fuck out of little boys. Weekends, even in high school, I would roam the streets just looking for little seven and eight year old boys I could slap around. Find me a little nigger boy or a jewboy and I'd have a real good time, get out my hunting knife. I was a real mean dude, so of course I went into law enforcement."

Milford paused to puff on the cigar until the tip was glowing bright red, then he gently placed it right on Petes right nipple tip.

"Happy eighteenth birthday, Pete. I done real good in the police too, until they caught me fucking a ten year old kid with a nightstick. Sadly, that was the end of that. So I went into security. Open your mouth boy."

Pete opened his mouth and Milford leaned up, letting tobbacco drool run from his mouth down into the prisoners. Brown slime filled the eighteen year old boys mouth. He coughed and gagged. With one hand Milford tugged a bit on the large steel rod that had been inserted into the boy's piss slit. Pete grunted and tobbacco spit gurgled from his lips. Milford ran his other hand down the boy's muscular chest.

"What a nice birthday celebration, huh boy? And the best is yet to come. You ain't even got my present yet. I got me a pet, maybe you heard of it. A seven foot boa constrictor. Well for your birthday present, I thought we would see how much of that old snake we can get up your teenage asspussy. Would you like that boy. I bet you would. I bet that after all them little dildos, that asscunt is aching for something really big to stuff it. Really huge to fuck it once and for all."

"PPPllleeeasssseeee 3;" Pete moaned.

"Aw you midwestern farm boys are so shy, afraid to ask for what you want. But I know how much you would adore that big thick old snake slithering its way up into your guts. We're gonna do that boy, soon as I finish working on them big fat nipples of yours. You know I think I'll fuck your ass too, first, cause once I bring that boa constrictor up here, your cunt aint gonna be good for much cept fistfucking. Your asshole be stretched so much Burke's gonna have to give you stable duty, satisfying the horses. We got nine boys on stable duty now you know, thats all they's good for. My, my, my, but you are one pretty boy."

It was at that moment that the grillwork covering the airshaft to the office flew off the wall and clattered against the wall plaques Lakeland Academy had received for its fine work with the youth of America.

"Huh?" Milford's piggy eyes raised themselves toward the brown apparition dropping from the airduct. The stench of shit filled the room. It took the fat sluggish security guard a second to get his bearings, then his right hand dropped to his gunbelt.

But Carlos was to quick for him. The Latino boy grabbed one of Burke's awards, a figure of a godly male holding the world over his head, and swung the trophy up into Milford's face. The sound of cheekbone and nose cracking rang through the room. Milford never made a sound. He simply keeled out of his chair onto the carpet, unconscious.

Pete Lester was certain he had passed out again and this was a dream. A tall muscular naked boy whose face and body was completely covered with shit stood frozen staring at him as if making some decision. The Latino's well formed chest rose and fell with deep breaths and the boys big balls swung gently with each gulp of fresh air. Carlos looked down at Milford and then with one naked foot kicked the unconscious guard as hard as he could in the crotch. Carlos bared his teeth in a kind of primative snarl and tears overflowed his red eyes and trailed down through the shit covering his face. Carlos kneeled and with Milfords hunting knife he slit the rope attaching the bucket to Pete's stretched out ballsack. Then he sliced through the ropes binding the boy to the stool.

"Help me." Carlos said simply and rose to cross back to the airduct high on the office wall.

"Help me first." Pete whispered, unable to rise up off the red wooden stool. "I got a fucking twelve inch [30 cm] dildo up my ass."

"Sorry," Carlos muttered and returned to the impaled youth. He helped the boy ease his ass off the dildo. Pete stood leaning against the desk, unable to support his own weight.

"It'll take a minute." He grabbed the pitcher of water and took a long cool drink.

"That's how much time we got, about a minute."

Carlos dragged the desk over to the wall and stood on it. Then he reached into the airvent and pulled out another form, that of a much younger naked boy also covered with shit.

"Who are you?" Pete asked, hypnotized by the two aboriginal warriors.

Carlos laughed.

"You don't remember me? I fucked you at least three times for parties. Burke made you eat my shit, remember? I suppose not. It's all the same around this place."

Carlos carried the naked boy into the private bathroom.

Pete didn't remember. He had been ass fucked repeatedly since coming to Lakeland by kids of all ages for the pleasure of perverted adults. He had been forced to eat the shit of twelve year old boys and twenty year old adults. He had been whipped until his ass was raw. He had sucked dick until his lips were numb. How could he be expected to remember one more prick that had fucked him? He shook his legs to get the circulation back, fortunately he had strong well muscled athletes legs and their strength returned. He heard the sound of the shower. He looked down at Milford Santon.

Pete knelt next to the unconscious man. Then working quickly he undid the guard's trousers and lowered them. Next the stiff cum soaked boxer shorts came down. Milford's stinking genitals lay asleep, no ugly boytorturing monsterprick now, just a small innocent looking penis nestled in a mass of salt and pepper prickhair. Pete took the hunting knife. It was over quickly. The unmanning of a man who had visited countless horrors upon innocent boys. Pete tossed the severed prick and balls into the wastebasket. He no longer feared reprisal, it was the end of the world. He was certain of that. He watched Milford Stanton bleed to death. He'd had no desire to torture the man, he only wanted justice. Now he had it.

The shower stopped and Carlos emerged, smooth skinned and clean, like a young god. He was indeed a beautiful youth. Behind him, a little less firm of foot, but clean nevertheless Bobby staggered, eyes adjusting to the light in the room. Carlos looked at the dying dead man on the carpet and spreading pool of blood. He looked up at Pete and smiled.

"Guess you intend to escape with us, huh?"

"We'll never escape. There is no way out."

Bobby blinked, looking around the room.

" We're back at Lakeland, we're back at Burkes office."

He remembered his first day there, his humiliation and abuse.

"We came back to get out." Carlos said simply.

Carlos walked over to glass gun case in the corner of the room and smashed it open. He removed two nine millimeter Barettas and a couple of boxes of ammo.

"Bobby, help him get that rod out of his dick."

While Carlos loaded the automatic weapons, Bobby held Pete's swollen sore prick in one hand and slid the thick metal rod out with the other. Pete gritted his teeth and made wounded cat noises, but at last the rod was free from the gaping pisshole.

"That's gonna hurt the first few times you piss." Carlos said sliding a clip into one of the guns. "I remember I thought I was gonna die. The teachers thought it was real funny, kept making me drink water so I would piss more." He slammed the second clip home. "Now heres the plan. With a state of emergency declared and Burke and the guards at the drainage sewer, lots of guests are leaving this place like rats leaving a sinking ship. I was watching the front gate on the television monitor in the bathroom. I saw three limos pull out. We are going out the front gate boys in one of those limos."

He nodded at Milford's discarded weapon.

"Take his gun, Bobby, you take one of these. I can't find any clothes, so I guess we go out bare assed. Whatever happens, don't let them take you alive. You know what they can do to a boy. Let's go!"

Gaylord Faust was a mean motherfucker. A rich mean motherfucker. He was as rich and ruthless as they come. Just the week before Gaylord had called a young executive into his office for a private conference. He layed it on the line more or less, if the young executive wanted promotion, he had to take Gaylords ten inch [25 cm] prick up his young recently married ass.

"You want a future with the firm Alan, get your trousers down and bend over that desk."

It had been just as simple as that. And soon he was fucking the twenty-three year old salesman up his virgin asspussy. He had been daily fucking the kid ever since and when he didn't feel like a good fuck, he allowed the custodian, a huge fat black man with a dick much larger than his brain to fuck the kid. Alan got an immediate raise which pleased his young wife of two months tremendously. He also had an ass so sore he could hardly sit down 3; the price of success.

Gaylord had done worse things. A few months ago he caught one of his top people playing with the figures to skim a little extra off the top for himself and his family. Gaylord should have turned the man over to the police at once, but he had other, more devious ideas. He called the guy into his office for one of his famous conferences.

"You'll go to jail for twenty years for this Phil." He had said with a nice smile on his face. "You'll be fifty five before you get out. A little late to pick up the pieces of your life, don't you think? I'd say your were in very hot water."

"Please Mr. Faust, I'll do anything, just dont turn me in. I'll work for free. I'll do the lowest job. Just give me another chance, if not for me, for my family."

"How old is your son now, Phil, eight or nine? Cute little tyke. You know I had the feeling at the Company Christmas party last year that the little brat wanted my big dick up his tiny ass. I don't know. Something about the way he looked at me. I think your boy wants to be ass fucked, Phil."

Phil went white. "Oh God, not that 3; you wouldn't 3; please, Mr. Faust, don't hurt my family 3; please 3; 3;"

"It's your call, Phil, the police, or tomorrow it becomes father and son day around here. You bring your boy for a nice visit with your boss." Faust rubbed his croch. "I've got a big fat prick you know Phil, very thick, I don't know if the little kids ass can take it, but we'll see, won't we? You know come to think if it. I think I'd like to fuck your ten year old daughter too, shit she's probably taking cock at school already anyway. Kids start young nowadays. We'll do her next week, but tomorrow I want to sample your little boy's asspussy. "

It really wasn't much of a decision. I mean twenty years in prison as opposed to a few hours of ass discomfort. His son was young, he would get over it, shit, Phil would make it up to the boy. Take him on a vacation or something.

Gaylord Fasut tweaked the tee shirt covered nipple of one of his favorite Lakeland counselors as his maroon limo pulled up to the curb. His driver a tall slender Chinese with an eleven inch [28 cm] prick that Gaylord often put into action in one of his little games sprung from the car and opened the door. Gaylord ruffled the hair of the fourteen year old boy he had just been fucking. The kid had been good, nice and submissive. The kid was a good little dicksucker and drankpiss like a pro. Gaylord reminded himself to have Burke send the kid out his private kennels for some real fun.

"Now be a good boy, Tommy, until I see you next week. Remember suck all the dick you can and take as much prick up your ass as time allows. I want you fucked at least eight times a day between now and when I next see you. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes sir, Mr. Faust." Tommy said, wondering if his little ass could take eight big pricks a day. It could, one way or another.

"I want that hole nice and elastic by next week. I've got some suprises for you."

Gaylord kissed the boy on the mouth, then turned to get into his car. The next few seconds were a blur 3; the boy was shoved to one side. The Chinese driver tried to pull the gun from his coat, but a shot rang out and he dropped into the road with a bullet in his brain.

The next day the papers would have read "Innocent Driver slain in youth prison escape attempt". If the story had ever even reached the papers 3; it didn't.

Tommy was shoved roughly out of the way as Carlos threw Gaylord Faust into the rear of the car. Pete slid behind the wheel. Bobby into the rear. The tall blond counselor grabbed the boy by the neck and received the butt of the baretta in his balls for his action. He crumpled onto the pavement. As one of his hands reached for his belt beeper, Carlos pulled the trigger of his automatic and the counselors hand had a hole in it the size of a quarter. Carlos knew how to handle guns, he was a street kid after all. The maroon limo sped off in the direction of the front gate, bearing three naked teens and a very frightened, very confused millionaire pervert.

Chapter 27
Free!

Gaylord Faust was pleading for his life. He huddled on the expansive floor of his maroon limo while it sped toward the gates of Lakeland Adcademy and stared up at the naked crotches of two bare assed terrorist teens.

Bobby and Carlos looked down at the man, just another of the hundreds of child abusing fucks who had visited Lakeland over and over to stick their slimey pricks up some poor boys innocent ass.

"Let's shoot him." Bobby said. He was thirteen and a few weeks earlier wouldn't have dreamed such a horrible thought. Now the thought became word and slipped out as easily as the countless cocks had slipped into his stretched out boypussy. The very thought of getting even gave Bobby a tremendous hard on.

Carlos laughed. "Let's not shoot him, let's use him. Let's use him to get out of here, huh my horny young colt. My my, you have become a real little terror, haven't you? I shall have to see that you stay well fucked and content, otherwise you might come after me."

The dark skinned Latino looked so handsome, so muscular, so rough and tough and streetwise. Bobby at once melted and giggled and became a little boy again and buried his face in Carlos armpit.

"I want you to fuck me," he whispered to Carlos, licking his ear.

"Don't you think we should try to get out of this shithole first?"

Carlos felt his own dick thicken and start to leak. These poor teens had been so trained in sex that they could think of little else. Sex controlled their every action, their every thought. Carlos looked down at Gaylord Faust.

"Do you have any money?"

The millionaire faggot businessman fumbled quickly with the leather compartment at the rear of the front seat.

"I've got about twenty thousand in cash here. I can get more. Just don't hurt me, let me live. I'll never fuck a boy again, I swear."

Carlos scooped up the money and threw it into a leather briefcase he found in the rear of the limo. In the front seat, Pete Lester, eighteen year old midwestern jock bare assed naked, felt the power of his naked foot on the limos gas pedal.

"We're coming up to the front gate. "

"If they open the gates fine, if not, ram them. Don't stop for anything. You hear me Pete, don't stop for anything. If they force us to stop, then we use asshole here as a hostage."

Pete who had no clothing to hide himself from the glares of the guards at the gate, put on the drivers discarded hat and hoped that would help. He looked really cute bare assed naked, big teenage balls dripping off the carseat, a drivers hat perched on his boyish face.

"Christ, my dick hurts, and I gotta piss bad." Pete shouted to the boys in the rear.

"Don't piss now, you wont be able to drive with the burning pain. Wait until we can stop someplace."

"Is something wrong with his dick? I can help, I know doctors 3;" Gaylord burbled.

"What's wrong with his dick, fuckface, is that one of your buddies at Lakeland shoved a metal rod up his pisshole. Just one of your little games."

"I never hurt a boy 3; I never hurt a boy 3;" Gaylord screamed.

That may have been true in his mind, but technically it was inaccurate. Gaylord didn't think shoving his big fat pink prick up the virgin asshole of a little boy was hurting him. To maintain this perspective he had to tell himself he was fucking the boy for his own good, that the boy would learn to love getting dicked after the first fuck or ten. He had to use the old gay thesis that every cute kid he pursued 'really wanted it.' He used to whisper in the ear of the sobbing child 'I know you want it 3; I can see it in your eyes 3; I know you love my big dick up your little pussy. That's a good boy, take another inch, and another, all the way to the balls. Can you feel my cock in your tummy 3; doesn't that feel good?' And then of course there were the time he had played pussy stretching games with youngsters. He called the game 'How Much Can You Take?'

"I never hurt a boy you've got to believe me."

Carlos got sick of the fag's whining so he shoved a bare foot into the man's mouth.

"Suck my toes," he barked, and the business tycoon sucked obediantly on the Latino's thick dirty toes.

"I wanna suck your toes," Bobby said to Carlos.

The horror of what they had been through in the past few hours, not to mention weeks had put the boy into a kind of needy state of shock. He wanted to crawl inside his dark lover and hide.

"When we get outta here, you can suck my asshole all day and night."

Carlos reassured the boy, running one hand through his hair and checking the baretta automatic with the other.

"Main gate 3; four guards. Looks 3; looks 3; like 3; wait a minute 3;"

All three boys held their breaths.

"Looks like 3; yes 3; they are opening the gate."

"Way to go 3;" Carlos whistled, shoving his foot way down Gaylord's throat so the fucker couldn't yell for help or make a disturbance. The limo sailed right beneath the high stone and steel portal, and into the free world.

"We made it 3; I can't believe we made it."

Pete laughed, shoving a cigarette between his sensual lips and lighting it, and he didn't even smoke.

"We ain't made it yet. We got out of the fucking school, but remember that half the police and politicians in this fucked up state are on Burke's payroll. We gotta cross the state line and then disappear for good. I won't feel safe until we are safely hidden someplace in Podunk Junction."

"Where's that?" Bobby asked. "Wherever we can live without being found. Burke will have his people scouring the country for us. Our very existence threatens their whole world. Take this dirt road to the right."

"Carlos, I gotta piss real bad." Pete was obviously in pain.

Carlos moved his hunky muscualr smooth brown body over the front seat.

"Let me get behind the wheel. You crawl in back and have a piss. Remember it's gonna hurt bloody murder at first. The inside of your dick has been torn up pretty badly"

Slowing the car a bit, the two naked teens changed places, their arms and legs and chests and stomach forming an erotic tangle of boy flesh. Watching the two hunky boys, Bobby's hard on throbbed and leaked fucksnot.

"Shit, how can I piss if you don't stop the car, Carlos." Pete asked.

"Piss in the faggots mouth."

Gaylord whimpered as the eighteen year old farmboy hunkered his big naked body over him, all muscle and smooth boyflesh.

"Come on piggy man, show me what a nice toilet you can be. Open wide."

Gaylord whimpered but Bobby's gun shoved against the side of his head opened his mouth as neatly as the magic words opened Ali Baba's cave. Pete slipped his fat prick into the open mouth.

"Now don't close your mouth, and dont bite me, and swallow all the nice piss."

"Wait a minute Pete. Bobby, you crawl around behind Pete and hang onto him. He may go wild from the pain and keep one eye on the fagman piss drinker"

Carlos watched the boys in the rearview mirror while he spun the sleek limo through the dust and bumps of the backroad.

Pete grunted and relaxed his bladder. His dick farted, it actually farted from the air that had been let into it with the steel rod. Both he and Bobby laughed. Then the flow of urine began and the scalding fire ripped through the length of his dick.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK" he bellowed, grabbing the rear of the front seat with one hand and the backseat with the other.

Piss mixed with a little blood spewed forth into the mouth of the prisoner. Pete's fingers clawed at the upolstry. His strong legs tensed and his big feet pounded onto the floorboard. Bobby put one slender arm around the older boys chest and held him close.

"Swallow my piss you fucker," Pete screamed, tears pouring down his handsome face. Gaylord gulped the teenage urine.

"Its okay, they can't hurt us anymore."

Bobby soothed as the eighteen year old pissed and screamed. His dick felt on fire, as if it were burning up from the inside. The piss wouldn't stop, the screaming wouldn't stop, the pain wouldn't stop.

At last, after forever, the flow of urine slowed to a trickle, and the handsome farmboy slumped back into the arms of the thirteen year old.

"He's sleeping." Bobby told Carlos after a few minutes.

"No, just resting," Pete whispered, sniffing back the last of his tears.

"Bobby 3;" Carlos said gently from the front. "Make him feel good, suck his ass for him."

Pete lay on the rear seat, gun pointed at Gaylord on the floor, while Bobby lowered his soft young face between the older boys muscular asscheeks and thrust his tongue up into the warm moist asshole.

"Oh yeah 3; oh God 3; fuck 3; yeah, that feels so good 3; oh so good 3;"

Bobby's tongue fucked his new friend into a restful peace. It was an act of friendship, an act of love, so different from the ass sucking of the past few weeks, the countless assholes the thirteen year old had been forced to clean with his boytongue.

Sometime later, the boys were roused from their reverie by Carlos shouting from the front.

"Roadblock ahead."

Bobby eased his tongue out of Pete's asshole and sat up. Bobby's hard prick flopped against his tummy.

"Three cars and Burke's jeep."

Carlos slid the car to a sideways halt and turned off the ignition. The sun was high and the bugs and birds were about their noisy business. A dozen or so armed men crouched behind their vehicles and leveled all kinds of automatic weaponry at the maroon limo.

Burke's voice rang out through the clear summer air.

"Come on boys, it's all over. Give yourselves up. You got no place to run."

"Is it over?" Bobby asked lower lip trembling, toes curled, tiny fists beating on his hairless naked thighs.

"It ain't over until the fat fuck sings." Carlos growled between clenched teeth.

Five minutes later the engine of the maroon limo purred and the car turned toward the barricade.

"Here she comes," one of the officers cautioned. "What do we do, Mr. Burke, blow her off the road?"

Burke nodded his head.

"The only good runaway kid is a dead runaway kid. Shame to ruin the car, though.

The maroon limo picked up speed.

"She's gonna ram us," the officer in charge laughed. "Let's blow the shit out of her before she's halfway here."

The guards raised their weapons. Steady, well trained, efficient and aching to blow something up.

"Wait a minute, what's that on the hood of the car?" Burke said.

"Holy fuck, it's a man, a naked man, lashed to the hood of the car."

Doc Trotter, wearing a flack jacket and carying a uzi scarmbled over a car fender to reach Burke.

"Don't fire, Burke, they got Gaylord Faust tied to the hood of the car."

"The little fuckers, do they think that will stop us?" the officer in charge laughed.

"It fucking well will," Burke snapped. "If Gaylord Faust dies or even disappears, you will see a nationwide manhunt the likes of which will wipe Lakeland Academy and all our asses off the face of the earth. Hold your fire. Let them through."

The maroon limo with the bare assed tycoon lashed to the hood, dick and balls flopping sped through the barricade and off down the dirt road.

Two days later Gaylord Faust was found in the rear seat of his deserted maroon limo, tied hand and foot, bare assed naked. A triple battery flashlight up his asshole. His mouth was stuffed with human shit. He refused any explination, stating that he had been abducted, but remembered nothing. His commitment to abstain from boy sex lasted exactly three days. After which he fucked the ten year old son of a company custodian. Life was once again good for Gaylord Faust.

The teenage boy with the lazy easy stride of a kid with nothing but time, went up the steps of the condo. He wore baggy designer jeans, black laceup boots, a red tank top and a baseball cap on backwards. His tanned slender hairless torso was in the midst of change from boy to well formed young man, and the single gold earring gave a confidence to the soft lines of the face that otherwise might still be that of a little boy. He jiggled one hand aorund in his pocket and came up with door keys on a silver chain. He entered the condo.

"I'm home," Bobby called out, tossing his cap onto a chair. He stretched his lithe form, revealing tufts of newformed armpit hair. Carlos came out of the kitchen. He wore low slung baggy jean shorts with his brand name boxer shorts showing above the waistband. His naked torso was well toned and rippled with muscle. His body was brown and clean and smooth and his well developed chest sported two huge nipples.

"Hi baby," Carlos gave Bobby a big wet sloppy kiss. "How was work?"

Bobby dug into his pants and came up with a roll of bills. "Nine hundred dollars."

Carlos took the money, "Great, how many guys fucked you?"

"Ten, two of them did it twice, and eight loads in my mouth besides the ass stuffing."

"Great, I told you those gang bang parties brought in big bucks. Got any pussy left for your lover?" Carlos slid one hand back to squeeze Bobby's ass.

"Dummy, I've always got pussy left for you. Although I'd rather have only you fucking me."

"I know baby, I would too, you think I like fucking those fat old broads, and those dumb but rich movie starlets? But it's money. We got almost two hundred thousand dollars saved up, between the underground porno flicks we did and my gigs with the rich old bitches and your assfucks. Just a year or so more of this and we'll have enough money to come out of hiding and go wherever we want and do whatever we want. Until then we'll both have to settle for sloppy seconds. Go wash the cum out of your ass and I'll set the dinner table."

The two boys kissed long and hard. Carlos tasted cock on Bobby's lips and Bobby tasted pussy on his.

"Whose bitchcunt are you?"

"Your's Carlos, only your's. You can do anything you want with me, .you know that."

Carlos sucked the boy's face, and Bobby bathed in the spit.

Carlos licked the boys face. "I've set up a movie for next Tuesday where you are fucked by an entire black basketball team. Is that okay, baby?"

"Anything you want Carlos, as long as you love me."

"I love you more than life, more than sun and moon and earth and sky. I love you more than God."

They swapped spit. Then Bobby slid off his clothes and naked with cum running from his boy ass walked toward the bathroom.

"Oh yeah, lover, we got a postcard from Pete. He's coming up from Mexico to visit next week. He's bringing his dobermans."

Bobby stopped at the bathroom door, a big smile on his darling face. He cupped his teenage nuts and squeezed, then he ran a finger between his legs and scooped up some of the leaking cum. He wiped it across his lips.

"I know what the fuck that means. It means I won't get any rest. You'll have me and those mutts putting on shows for you all night."

With that Bobby shoved three fingers up his own asshole.

"Nobody does it better baby, as long as you are happy."

"I'm very happy, only sometimes I think about you know 3; Lakeland 3; and I wish I could help the kids who are still there."

"Nothing we can do baby. We can't trust anybody, not the police, not the newspaper. We just don't know whose in their back pocket. But some day, some day when we have money and means 3; some 3; day 3;"

"Some day 3; ." Bobby said to himself in the shower scrubbing his beautiful boy body clean of the afternoon fucks. The shower door slid back and a naked Carlos slid in beside him under the powerful spray.

"Yes?" Bobby blinked his big eyes. That devilish smile played the corners of his mouth. One hand found the huge fat throbbing prick of the Latino stud.

"I couldn't wait. I gotta fuck you now." And he did 3; several times.

The End