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Sentjen trembled with fear listening to the fading laughter of the men. His body ached, and his muscles screamed.

The bright light of the overhead bulb burned his retinas. Jesse dragged him out of the cupboard and tossed him onto the kitchen floor. Sentjen was too weak to protest as the men coiled the thick cabled rope around his wrists and ankles. They half dragged and half carried him through the kitchen and down the hallway.

They stumbled often as they struggled with the weight of the trussed up Swede, carrying him down the stairs into the boiler room. They secured him to an overhead pipe so that he dangled with his toes just touching the floor.

Jesse and Mark went to stand by the door, watching Sentjen hanging against the beam with his arms over his head. Too tired and defeated to resist, he swung idly back and forth while his entire body raged in protest.

“I wanna fuck him some more!”

“I wanna choke him, and watch him struggle for air and then push my prick into his throat!”

“Let’s whip his ass first. Make it red and hot, and then fuck him!” They argued back and forth with each other, thinking up cruel things to do. Mark picked up a broom, and twisted the handle free. Standing alongside Jesse he started to poke Sentjen. The poking soon gave way to aimed blows.

Sentjen grimaced as they took turns swatting him with the broom handle. First they beat his ass until welts rose thick and red against the pale trembling flesh. Then they took pot shots at his hanging balls. Careful not to do damage they whacked the pole against his swollen prick.

“Look, he likes it! I told ya he was a pervert. Go on, hit him harder!” Mark yelled as Jesse swung the stick against the boy’s hard shaft. As the stick wailed against his stomach, Sentjen squirmed under the ass teasing Mark was giving his butt hole with his probing fingers.

When neither of them could stand it any longer, they cut Sentjen down and pulled him behind the boiler. Spitting into the spread open cheeks, Jesse eased forward, his cockhead tingling in response to the rush of warmth as it spread down his shaft. Pounding Sentjen’s back as he rode, Jesse wailed loudly, his cock thrusting into the squirming, rollicking butt beneath him.

“Yeah, fuck him, man! Here, you bastard, wet my dick so I can get some.” Mark shoved his cock into Jesse’s surprised face. Spitting out the taste of Mark’s precum, he leapt off the boy and punched Mark in the gut.

“We got him! You don’t need me!” He pushed Mark to the floor and lifted his friend by his cock, guiding the ram rod into Sentjen’s ass. They continued to fuck and fight throughout the night. It was dawn before they finally fell exhausted against each other. Each had blasted his load several times into Sentjen’s warm gut and the deepness of his throat. Sentjen exhausted, tried to ignore the feeling of cum seeping out of every orifice.

“Spring break’s over tomorrow, man. We suggest you shut your mouth and get the hell away from here. If you try to come back, we’ll kill you. Nothing personal, but with you around, the risk of your squealing and getting our butts kicked out of this fucking place is too great. Now get your sorry ass out of here! Go on! Beat it!”

Sentjen struggled to get up. His body was too weak to move any faster. He listened to Mark’s threats, realizing the danger. It was a false danger, he held the men’s fate in his hands if he decided to talk. Sentjen decided he didn’t want to relive this nightmare, something he’d have to do if he talked.

Gathering a few things in a bag, including the picture of his father, he slipped out of the dormitory before noon. Neither man was in sight. He hated to disappoint his dad, but he’d get back to him someday and explain. Right now, he didn’t know where to go. Hitchhiking along the highway he’d head in whatever direction any oncoming car seemed to be going.

He didn’t balk when the Chevrolet trailer pulled up beside him. The door opened and a man resembling his father looked out at him. Without asking, he climbed into the seat beside the heavily bearded man whose dark hair covered huge forearms.

The driver waited a few minutes. "I'm Ben. You got a name?"

Sentjen looked at the handsome rider. His name? It didn't matter to him, why should this stranger care? "Sentjen," he cautiously whispered.

"I'm headed south Sentjen. You sure that’s where you wanna go?" Ben placed his hand on Sentjens knee but removed it when he got no response.

"It'll do fine…Mr…Mr Ben?"

"You can call me Ben. All my boys do."

They drove for several miles without talking. Ben turned the trailer onto the shoulder of the highway and watched his passenger for several minutes. Slowly Sentjen felt the swell of emotion and his body trembled and his eyes brimmed with tears.

Within seconds those tears came in a flood, his entire body shook as he sobbed uncontrollably. Then without any reason he spilled out the entire story to the stranger along with his fear of maybe never seeing his dad again.

Ben pulled the boy to him, pressing the tearful face against his broad hairy chest. “It’s okay boy. It’s all past history now. You’re under Daddy Ben’s protection now. I’ve got a family that you would fit nicely into. We’ll take care of you until you can do it yourself. Maybe we can find your dad and let him know you’ll be with me for awhile. Wanna come with me?” Ben stroked the long blond hair of the boy and hugged Sentjen to him.

Sentjen immediately thought of how much he missed his dad. But for now he was too ashamed to ever face him again, not until he had gotten his dignity back. He was in no condition to fend for himself, so he nodded affirmatively to Ben’s offer.

Within moments he was asleep against Ben’s chest as the giant swung the trailer back onto the highway.

Ben

Excerpt:

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176 pdf Pages / 33294 words

Gay, Group / Orgy / Menage, Erotic fantasy

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