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Into the Woods - 2
By Jotto
Ty effortlessly moves Patrick over by the steps where he can better get access to his ass. Patrick is trying to break free, but the arms of a pro football player are proving too strong. As Ty turns Patrick around and bends him over the coping of the pool, Patrick is finally able to breath and scream as he tries to push the large black man away. When Ty slaps his massive cock across Patrick’s ass, he now fully realizes the terrible fate that awaits him and his mostly virgin ass and looks to his brother to be rescued.
Wild-eyed, Patrick screams out to his half brother, “David, call him off! Get him off of me! HELP ME!”
A sinister David smiles as he shrugs off the plea, “Sorry dude, it’s every man for himself here at Camp Bravado. The only way out is to fight him off yourself. And if you can do that, I’ll be very impressed.”
Patrick pleads, “Ah, come on, help me, I’m your brother!”
David nods no, “Nay-nay, semi-bro, you’re only half a brother. Besides, I can’t show favoritism, it wouldn’t be fare to the others.”
Patrick looks back at Ty just in time to see him hock up a very viscus slug of saliva and spits it right onto his ass and around his tight little hole with his massive cock. Patrick screams as Ty press his battering-ram of a cock into his doomed hole. Out of shear desperation, Patrick decides to go ballistic and use the nuclear option.
Patrick shouts out, “Get off me you nig…”
Half way through that radio active word, Patrick decides to pull back and not finish that sentence. But it’s already too late, he might as well said the whole word as far as Ty is concerned. Ty heard it and grabs Patrick by the hair and pulls his head back so fast that he almost breaks his neck. Every one else heard it too and a hush fell over the crowd as they waited for the explosion.
“What…were you…about to say?” Ty’s hot breath wafts over Patrick’s back.
Patrick stammers, “Ah…nothing. I didn’t say a thing. I…didn’t say it.”
Ty’s rage revs up, “Oh, bullshit you god damn mother titty fucking cock sucking son of a bitch rat-face bastard! No pity for your ass!”
Ty shoves his massive cock as far as it will go up Patrick’s ass. The others let out a collective, “Oooooh”. Patrick lets out a blood curdling scream as his rectum is distorted beyond human norms. Patrick thought for sure that this was going to kill him and reaches out to grab onto anything he can smash over Ty’s head, but there’s nothing around. Patrick claws at the pavers trying to pull himself away, but they’re too smooth to get a grip of. He kicks and hits away at Ty, but an angry Ty is an unstoppable force. Patrick sees Kyle gleefully recording this, David getting off on his pain and Tahj applauding, he knows all hope is gone.
And Ty continues to pound away for the next half hour and Patrick does indeed cry a river of tears.
As Ty is fucking Patrick, “Hey, David, this is the best pussy you’ve ever brought up here. I know he’s your brother, but ya sure you don’t want to fuck him?”
David half heartily mumbles between sips of a beer, “Na, I hear that would be wrong or something. Besides who would want him after you’ve ruined his ass.”
Ty taunts David with a nod of his head toward Patrick, “But there’s some real fine pussy on this one. I’m just loosening him up for you all.”
David sighs, “Hey man, would you just dump a load in him already, the other guys would like a turn at him.”
Patrick can’t believe he’s been turned into nothing more than some sort of sex toy to be passed around and that his brother is the one who has thrown him to the wolves like some raw piece of meat. So he gives up the fight and his muscles go limp as he accepts his new place in life at the bottom of the food chain. He becomes to exhausted to keep screaming and endures the pain and just waits for Ty to pump a load into his ass.
Ty notices Patrick’s submission, “Yeah, that’s right bitch, no use fighting it. Just lie there and take it, like a good little boy. And when I dump my load on your ass, ain’t no wiping it off. I want my jizz to stain your ass.”
Ty whips his cock out of Patrick’s ass just as a torrent of sperm gushes out of his cock and coats his backside. And as Ty’s sperm washes down Patrick’s ass, the young man lets out a gasp as the pain of relief kicks in. Ty shoves Patrick out of the pool and across the pavers into a wadded up mass of flesh. After a moment, Patrick straightens himself out and tries to crawl away to a dark corner of the world to hide, but he others aren’t done with him yet. Tahj and Kyle pick him up and carry him over to a patio lounge and hold him down as David walks in with a rope. And as his brother hogties him to the rigid white plastic furniture, the only resistance the battered and beleaguered Patrick can offer is to make a fist and whimper. Once Patrick is secured with no chance of escape, Tahj leans in for a closer look at the young man’s ruined hole.
As Tahj uses his fingers to pry over one side of the gaping maw that is Patrick’s not so glorious hole, “Ah, fuck you, Ty.”
Ty is defensive, “Fuck you back. What’s the matter?”
Tahj is disgusted, “Shit man, not only did you leave a mess, but you destroyed his ass. It’s like the Carlsbad Caverns down there. Shit, I half expect to see bats fly out of there now.”
Patrick takes exceptional dread at that news and confirms it as he feels a cool breeze swirling around inside his rectum.
Tahj continues to protest, “Well, I ain’t going to put my cock in there until you clean it out.”
Ty is unaccommodating, “Well then, I guess you ain’t going to fuck him. I swear to God, you are the most fastidious mother fucker I have ever…”
“Who you calling fist…fuss…fast…”
“Fastidious, it means you always have to have things all so fucking clean and proper before you do anything.”
“ I know what fastidious means, mother fucker. But there is such as thing as common courtesy, like cleaning up after yourself… Ty.”
“You better watch how you say my name, boy.”
“Who you calling, boy,… boy?”
“I’m calling you…”
Kyle cuts them off, “Oh god dammit you two. Tahj, were rapping him, so what does it matter how clean he is?”
It crushes Patrick’s soul to be take about like this. To be raped and then rejected was as dehumanizing as it gets.
Tahj is indeed a bit prissy, “It matters to me. I don’t think it’s too much that I respect my cock enough to only feed it clean pussy, and not want stick it into some nasty cum-dumpster. Ya-all is a bunch of skanks.”
Kyle takes a beer from a cooler, cracks it open and pours all of it over Patricks sullied hole, but only manages washes away some of the filth. Patrick winces from the ice-cold sting of the alcohol flooding his hole. Kyle gestures for Tahj to have at Patrick’s ass, but that’s still not good enough for Tahj and he walks away.
As Tahj walks away, he looks down at Patrick, “Don’t worry honey, when the pigs are done with you, I’ll clean you out and do you real nice.”
Kyle dismisses Tahj, “ Oh, whatever you prissy bitch, I’ll take him.”
And with no ceremony of any kind, Kyle straddles the lounge chair and thrust his cock into Patrick’s very accessible ass.
Patrick squeals and squirms as Kyle chips away at his dignity. When Patrick first laid eyes on the very gorgeous Kyle, he imagined a meaningful relationship with him. And when Kyle gave him that transcendental blow job, he wanted to marry him. But now there he was, a horny beast that only cares about getting his rocks off, just a pig like all the others.
Kyle looks down at Patrick, “Yeah, you have a great cock and it’s still hard. You cry like you don’t like it, but I think you do.”
And while he’s fucking him, Kyle grabs Patrick’s cock and starts to jerk him off. Patrick couldn’t fathom why his cock was still so hard. Could it be that he does like it. Patrick is so confused and lost in his emotions that he didn’t even know he was having an orgasm until he was hit in the face with his own sperm.
As Kyle continued to fuck away at Patrick, “Oh, that’s a good boy. Look at all that baby-batter. Little Pat likes it, he really likes it.”
Ty steps back in, “He tossed a load? Damn, I wanted to see him lay down some rope again. He is a shooter.”
Kyle points to his Patrick’s face, “Oh SPOOOOGE, he’s a shooter. Just look at his face.”
Ty pats Patrick on the head, “Well, I’m impressed.”
As his sperm runs down his face, Patrick just stares of into space as he tries to figure it all out. That seemed like a compliment, but he didn’t want to hear it from his rapist. Then he couldn’t help a wayward thought, maybe it was his selfdefense mechanism that made him think of that line from “Life of Brian” where the son asked his mother if she was raped and she tells him, “Well, at first.” Then Patrick had to contend with hiding a smile from his tormentors.
But Ty noticed that inkling of a smile, “Hey, there’ll be none of that smiling shit. You are not supposed to enjoy this.”
As Kyle was still fucking Patrick, “Well Ty, why don’t you wipe that smile off his face?”
“I think I will. I got another load ready to go.”
Ty lowers the back of the lounge to have Patrick laying flat. Ty forces Patrick’s head back and then aims his cock at helpless lad’s mouth. Ty slaps his cock across Patrick’s mouth.
Ty commands, “Come on boy, open up. Daddy has some candy for you.”
Patrick refuses to open up. Then Ty uses a trick that he uses on his dog to make him take a pill, his big powerful hand swoops down upon Patrick’s face and simply pinches his jaw between the rows of teeth forcing his mouth to pop open. Patrick screams of protest are quickly stifled as Ty’s large fat cock is stuffed into his mouth. Patrick wants to bite down, but he is violently gagging on Ty’s cock.
Ty warns him, “Careful boy, if I feel any teeth, I’ll rip your balls off.”
Kyle adds, “Yeah he will, I’ve seen him do it.”
Kyle was lying, but Patrick at this point had no reason to doubt it. So with no options available to him except one, Patrick decided to use that option and at least pretend to enjoy it and maybe get some sort of control of the situation.
As the two men bang Patrick…
Ty asks Kyle, “So, did I really destroy his ass? Sorry if I did.”
Kyle shrugs, “Not really, I like ‘em loose and sloppy, real easy to fuck, and you can get in real deep too. See, look at that, I can plant my cock up to my balls in him. How you doing on that end?”
Ty sighs, “Not as good, his jaw can only open so wide and I can only go so deep without suffocating this little shit. I don’t want to kill him, at least not yet.”
Kyle shushes Ty, “Hey, zip it, Ty.”
Patrick was too wrapped up in his conflict of emotions to deal what they were saying and assumes they were just taunting him. So Patrick continues trying to find a happy place in this hell of his.
Ty isn’t concerned, “Oh, don’t worry, I’m really taking a shine to little Pat here. I’m going to ask David if I can keep him, at least until I get tired of him. Yeah, keep him chained up like a bad little doggy in my backyard and feed him the bone whenever I feel like it.”
Meanwhile, during the dehumanizing banter, Patrick is doing some self-dehumanizing himself as he is adjusting to being a rape victim. If you can’t beat them, join them…and pretend your having fun, at least until you can escape and call the police. Plus, Patrick realizes that Ty didn’t like him having fun, so, he started to have fun just to piss off Ty. Patrick made yummy sounds as that large black beast of a man plunged his pussy-splitting cock down his throat.
Before now, Patrick had only gone down once on a guy, and then only out of curiosity and sexual courtesy. And even then, that cock he swallowed was a tiny cocktail weenie compared to the whole deli bologna he was currently choking on. But Patrick manages to purr and hum even though he is barely able to breath. And with every noise he makes, Ty becomes more aggressive. Patrick becomes delights that he has a certain level of influence over Ty. And Patrick is enjoying that aspect of it to the point where he is legit turned on by his performance. And like an out of body experience, he imagines looking down on himself and seeing how hot his body must look sandwiched between to studs as his huge cock is flopping around. And his cock was flopping around and bouncing off his stomach. And so Patrick arched his back so that his cock would slap down on himself harder, and then harder until he was able induce a spontaneous orgasm.
And even with his mouth full of cock, Patrick was able to clearly mumble out, “Oh fuck yeah.”
Patrick’s cum shot onto Ty’s stomach.
Ty couldn’t believe it and pulled out of Patrick’s mouth, “What the fuck?”
Patrick licks his cum from around his mouth as, “Em, yummy.”
It actually disgusted Patrick to do that, but he knew his joy was Ty’s frustration.
Ty is flummoxed, “How did you do that?”
Patrick coyly asks, “Do what?”
“How could you shoot a load without it being touched?”
Patrick saw he had a new ace up his sleeve, “What, I thought everyone could do that?”
Truth is that that was the first time that ever happened to him and he had no idea how he did it, but he wasn’t going to let Ty know that.
Ty just stood there, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Patrick smiled, “Well I guess some of us can and some just…can’t.”
Ty was getting mad, “What the fuck are you talking about? Tell me how you did that, bitch.”
Patrick went dancing on minefields again, “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s just a white guy thing. You know, another one of those privileges we honky’s enjoy.”
As Kyle was still grinding away at Patrick, he snickered because he could see how Ty was being played. Ty didn’t like that either and shoved Kyle so hard that Kyle fell off of Patrick and stumbled back into the pool with a splash. Kyle is quick to his feet and stands up in the shallow end of the pool, Ty stands over him.
“What you laughing at Chinaman?”
But Kyle, being the most even keeled of the group, just places his hands on his hips and calmly says, “Cool it Ty, that shit don’t work on me. And besides, you know I’m Korean.”
Ty keeps trying to bait him, “Oh like there’s a fucking difference.”
Kyle just waves him off, “Whatever, dude. I’m not falling for it.”
These challenges of the races proved to be a real buzzkill and took the wind out of their sails, flags were flying at half-mast, elevators no longer went up to the top floor, cheese logs were left out in the sun, the knots on balloons became untied. As tensions rose, all cocks fell. But as big as all them were, it was still an impressive sight, five huge cocks swinging in the breeze. However, one person is left smiling… Patrick. He knew that he managed to throw a wrench into the works. But his victory would be short-lived.
David stepped in assuming the roll of a leader, “Hey guys, don’t forget, we are all brothers of the cock. No matter what color we are, all of our sperm shines like a pearl.”
Ty huffs, “David, I’m really not in the mood for one of your dumb-ass corny bumpersticker slogans right now.”
David consoles Ty, “Hey, Four-B, it’s me, your bed buddy. What’s up?”
“It’s that bitch-ass brother of yours. I really want to hurt him, but he’s just sitting over there smiling and saying shit to me.”
David puts his arm around Ty, “Okay, okay, you want to hurt him? I know how to hurt him and make him really cry.”
“Really, how?”
David whispers to Ty, “Pat is claustrophobic.”
“Yeah so?”
“So, we’ll just stick him in the pump house and let him simmer for a while.”
Ty smiles, “So I take it this pump house is small?”
David, “And crammed tight with a large pump that gets noisy every time we use water.”
Ty gets a sinister look on his face, “And if we leave a faucet running…”
David pats Ty on the back, “There you go. Now get the brat and follow me.”
David heads into the house. As Ty turns and approaches Patrick, Patrick can feel Ty is filled with a terrible resolve and his smile dissolves from his face. Ty rips off the ropes that bind Patrick, and soon as his limbs are free, Patrick tries to flee, but Ty is quick and strong and easily wrangles him into a chokehold. David returns from the house with a small ring of keys.
As Kyle gets out of the pool, he asks, “Hey, where you going?”
David is flippant, “Obedience training. Only two of us will be right back.”
David steps over the hedge marking the boarder of the manicured part of the property. As Ty follows through there hedge, he stumbles and accidentally drops Patrick. But before Patrick can get away, Ty reaches down, grabs him by the wrist and just starts dragging him over the natural terrain. Fortunately, there is enough wild grass to prevent Patrick from being abraded.
Patrick pleads, “Hey, cut it out. Where are you taking me?”
David grabs a fallen branch and starts whipping Patrick on the ass, “Shut up, you little brat!”
Patrick screams, “Ah, somebody help! Help!”
David whips him again, “Go ahead and scream all you want, there’s nobody around for miles who gives a shit about you.”
The pump house is a small structure only standing three and a half feet tall and is located behind a berm to mask the harsh noise it makes. As they near the pump house, Patrick sees where they’re going, he sees the keys in David’s hand and realizes what’s about to happen. Patrick starts to panic as his fear of confined spaces kicks in. As he is being dragged, Patrick manages to spin and get his feet under him and dig in enough to stall Ty. Patrick is really giving it his best effort to break free. And he was about to escape Ty’s clutches, but unfortunately for Patrick, it’s two against one. David swoops in and grabs onto his other wrist.
David barks out, “Oh no you don’t”
Patrick barks back, “Fuck you, David. You’re not sticking me in there.”
David, “Oh, it’s going to happen, you foul-mouthed afterbirth of a brother.”
Patrick struggles more desperately as they arrive at the pump house. David is trying to get the key into the padlock that secures the door to the pump house but is struggling too much trying to hold onto Patrick.
David to Ty, “You got him?”
Ty says, “I got this.”
In perfect Greco-Roman style, Ty grabs Patrick by his balls and wrestles him onto his stomach with lightning fast precision. So swift was Ty that Patrick didn’t feel the pain until he was already turned over. Then Ty took advantage of the one disadvantage of having a large cock, he kneeled on Patrick’s penis with all his weight, smashing it into the ground and cramming his balls into his groin. Patrick screams to the point of losing his breath.
As David unlocks and opens the door, a musty order of mold and mildew waft out and hit Patrick in the face. To Patrick, the dark and dank interior of the pump house seem like a bottomless pit that gets deeper the more he stares into it.
Patrick pleads desperately, “Please David, you can’t. You know I’ll freakout!”
David is cold and indifferent, “Well, that is the point.”
Patrick is so desperate not to go in there that he pitifully offers the ultimate compromise, “I know you want to fuck me, so…I’ll let you fuck me. No resistance at all, I’ll just lay there and let you do whatever to me.”
But to David, Patrick is now a pitiful mess covered in sperm and shame. And worse yet, the fight in him is gone. It just wasn’t inviting to David to have him to just lay there and capitulate to being fuck.
David, “Sorry kid-o, too late for that, you really hurt Ty’s feelings. And besides, you’re really disgusting right now.”
David and Ty wrangle Patrick by his limbs towards the pump house. And he does try to resist, he is like a cat that didn’t want to go in his cage. But Patrick is no match for the superior brawn of those two men. Kicking and screaming, Patrick is awkwardly stuffed into the small and cramped structure. As his body collides with the pump, the pain stuns Patrick long enough for David to shut and lock the door behind him. Patrick tries to kick the door open, but there is not enough room for him to get a good swing to his legs.
Patrick pounds on the door as he screams out, “David, please, don’t leave me in here! Please, David, I’ll do whatever you want.”
Patrick waits for a reply but only hears David and Ty laugh as they walk away and calmly discus there plans.
Ty, “So, how long should we leave him in there?”
David shrugs, “Oh, I don’t know. I’ll check on him tonight, if I think of it. He should be all cried out and hungry by then.”
Patrick can’t believe what he just heard and stats to pound of the door again as he pleads.
“Aw, come on guys! Let me out! David? David?…David!”
Patrick can no longer hear them and can nearly detect the sound of a lone bird chirping. He pounds on the door a few more times as he cries out.
“David?...David?...David?...David?...David?...David?...”
Every second becomes an eternity, and tears form small rivers running down his face.
“David?...David?...David?...David!”
After a few minutes, the pump turns on. Patrick’s father didn’t get the best pump available since at the time of construction, the budget was getting out of control. So when the mid level pump starts up, it rattles and roars like an angry bear. This is why it was placed behind a berm far from the house. This is why a cinderblock wall was built around it. And this is when Patrick went ballistic. It is so load that it vibrates the cinderblock walls. Patrick’s hands go between covering his ears and clawing at the door like a trapped animal. The tight confines didn’t allow him any safe distance from the metal surfaces that quickly become warm, and then hot. The walls were intended to contain the noise, and contain the noise they did sending the powerful waves of sound right through him. Patrick had to contort his body in very uncomfortable ways to make himself as flat as possible against the walls. And when the pump didn’t turn off after a few minutes, Patrick knew David is intentionally leaving the water running somewhere around the house to torture him. And that is when Patrick’s fear becomes equaled by his rage. His breathing becomes short and rapid as he imagines all sorts of ways to get his revenge.
Patrick’s shout is also a prayer, “David, I’m going to kill you!”
Later that night…
Patrick is dehydrated from all the screaming and crying. He has been in an awkward position for hours now that is testing the limits of his durability. There were brief moments when the pump was silent, like right now, allowing Patrick a moment to deescalate his fear and plot his revenge. Oh, the horrible things he imagines doing to David in-between his fits of panic. While the motor of the pump was off, Patrick risks touching it in order to get to the other side hoping there would be a little more room. As he maneuvers around the pump, the broad side of his cock touches the hot metal of the pump burning it on a small spot.
Patrick mutters a curse to himself, “Fucking stupid large cock, always getting in the way.”
And as he dabs a bit of spit to cool off the burn, his back presses against the corrugated metal roof… and it moves. Patrick dares to think his freedom is at hand. It is loose! He never tested this corner until now. Just then, the pump turns on again and with desperation and hope, Patrick pushes on the loose corner of roofing and uses what’s left of his strength to fold open the roof. As he stands, he takes a deep breath of sweet freedom and hoists himself out of his hell. Ever the good son, Patrick knew his father would appreciate that he tried to push back down the roof, but once you bend corrugated metal, it’s very difficult to put it back the way it was. Barefoot, Patrick winces every time he steps on a pebble, but keeps quite as he wants to sneak back in to the house to exact his revenge. A revenge, by the way, that he hasn’t totally thought out, other that just trying to rip off David’s head. As he approaches the house from the back, he’s careful to see if any one is in or beside the pool. The well lit yard reveals the coast is clear. As he steps over the hedge bordering the natural from the landscaped. Patrick has to hold up his cock as not to get it pricked on the bushes that were chosen for there ability to discourage woodland creatures from trespassing.
But before he continues on his path to revenge, getting into the pool to rehydrate and wash off seems like the perfect thing to do. As graceful and gentile as a swan, Patrick stealthily lowers himself into the cool water of the pool. The low chlorine clearwater of the pool instantly soothes his flesh and his soul. He even risks a sip of the water that he knows is not meant for drinking and now contains trace amounts of bodily fluids. He scrubs his body underwater with gentile caresses until he feels fresh again. So nice is the sensation that his cock starts to become firm, and he dares a moment to just float on his back. Being in water had always been a sensual experience for him. To be in the shower and have droplets of water running down his tight flesh was so very erotic that he never left any shower stall without spilling some of his seed. Evocative of a palm tree on a remote island, his cock sands tall above the water on the shores of his body as it sways in the cool breeze. Patrick takes a moment to realize just how beautiful he is even under the harsh illumination of the patio lights, how masterful his cock is, and just how much he deserves to live. And he takes delight in that he has escape his captivity and now flaunts his presence right under their noses.
Then Patrick’s moment of tranquility is interrupted as he hears movement and playful chatter from within the house. He quickly submerges up to his eyes and huddles by the coping of the pool to spy through the windows into the kitchen. Patrick sees Tahj and Kyle gleefully feeding each other chocolate cake, intentionally getting crumbs and frosting on their bodies so that the other can lick them off. Patrick is infuriated to see them having fun while he’s supposedly being made to suffer. Tahj and Kyle were now on Patrick’s shit list. Patrick notices a bottle of beer half full left behind by the pool and he slowly reaches for it and drinks it hoping it will quench some of his hunger and thirst. As he sips from the bottle, Patrick looks for the others but can’t see them. Through the open windows, Patrick hears…
Tahj asks Kyle, “Hey, I want you to suck my cock by the pool like you did to David’s brother.”
Kyle smiles, “Sure, I could go for that.”
Oh shit, Patrick didn’t want to be seen and makes a quick and slinky departure from the pool. As he scampers away from the pool, he sees a plate of discarded pizza crust on the patio table and grabs them just as Tahj and Kyle step out of the house, Patrick disappears around the far corner.
Tahj caught a vague glimpse of Patrick, “What was that?”
Kyle, “What was what?”
“I thought I saw something move over there.”
Kyle only cares about blowing Tahj, “Oh, it was probably a deer, they’ve been through here all day.”
“I don’t know. It seemed taller.”
Kyle grabs Tahj’s cock, “Well, it’s gone. So do you want me to blow you or what?”
Tahj focuses back on Kyle, “Getting pushy, I like it when you’re pushy.”
Patrick spies on them as they start getting busy with each other while he devours the cold leftovers like a ferrel raccoon. Patrick swallows the last piece almost choking on it as he watches Kyle and Tahj just long enough to make sure he’s made a clean get away. Patrick isn’t above a little voyeurism, but he was too mad at everyone to enjoy the view.
Once Patrick sees that they are completely engrossed with each other, he sneaks away to find another way into the house. As he comes up to an open window of his parent’s bedroom, he can hear David and Ty talking. Patrick risks detection and dares to get closer to the open window to better hear what they’re up to. And as he does, he can also hear the sound of his own voice and screams. And as he gets even closer to the window, he can see that there are recordings of him being raped being played back on widescreen televisions that have been placed around the room. Kyle and David are laughing at the playback of Patrick’s rape while they are fondling each other. Patrick is already incensed at them for laughing at his pain and humiliation, and then he overhears their conversation.
David laughs out, “Oh man, you sure made him scream like the little bitch he is, great job, Four-B.”
Ty points at the screen, “Oh, look at that, he’s actually going crosseyed.”
“Oh yeah, you couldn’t see his face from behind. It was fucking hilarious.”
Ty, “Wow, you really do love seeing your brother getting his ass ripped open.”
David, “First of all, he’s not really my brother, at least as far as I’m concerned. And no, I don’t love seeing him get fucked, I love seeing him scream, after all the pain he caused my mother. And man-o-man, you made him scream, good.”
“What did he do your mother?”
Patrick wants to know too, he can’t imagine what David is talking about.
“My father and mother had split up some time ago, but later, when my mother was trying to get back together with him, my dumb-ass father got Patrick’s mother pregnant and married her instead. That drove my mother crazy and she became an alcoholic. She was never the same, she became a totally different person who lost the ability to care for herself, about me, anything. And on the first anniversary of dad and Pat’s mother, she committed suicide.”
In a flash, Patrick felt both anger and pity for David, until…
David continues, “That is why I want him to suffer, because he represents everything that destroyed my mom. So you see, when I say I want to fuck him, it’s not out of lust, it’s out of anger, I just wanted it to be my cock that hurt him.”
Ty, “Okay, I was wondering about that.”
“Yeah, and especially now that he gets half of my father’s fortune, a fortune that I helped him to build and nurture while Pat was always somewhere else getting his rocks off, that is why I want him to die. And that’s why I’d rather give you guys his share of the money, all seven billion of it. I would rather die than see him enjoy it.”
Patrick had no idea how deeply David hated him until this moment. And now he also feared for his life and immediately tried to figure how to get away.
Ty says, “So that’s why your cutting us in to the family fortune.”
David smiles, “Yeah, cause with my father gone, you guys are my family now, not Pat. And I need your help with my alibi when the authorities start looking for his body. But they’ll never find him, there’s a lot of places to bury a hacked up body on this property.”
Ty asked, “Okay so, but before the wood chipper arrives, is there any chance I can fuck him again while he’s still breathing? I mean, he has a really sweet man-pussy on him.”
David smiles, “Of course, I want his death to be as painful and prolonged as possible. I want you to ride him like a rented mule. I really want to see if you can fuck him to death.”
Ty snickers, “Hmm, death by fucking, brutal.”
Patrick can’t bear to hear any more and is too frighten to stick around any longer, so he makes a hasty escape into the woods.
He takes one look back wondering if he could dare to get back into the house to get his clothes, but is to scared to take the risk. So a tenderfoot Patrick scampers off into the forest with a hope that he can make it to the highway and flag down a kind stranger who wouldn’t mind giving a ride to physically fit naked young man who is desperate and alone.
Two hours later…
Patrick has traveled miles down a hiking trail that he was sure would lead to the highway. He had avoided the main drive up to the house since the only way to access it would have been to open the main gate which would have alerted the men who wanted to rape him to death. But now he is not sure if he is on the right trail, everything looks different on a night in a forest with a dense canopy that keeps out the light of a half moon. He is also very tired, dehydrated and hungry. Patrick swoons and has to brace himself against a tree to steady himself. And as Patrick musters the will to carry on, he sees a faint shimmer of a flickering light shining through a thicket of trees. At last, salvation is at hand. It must be the fire of a campsite, surely the people there will help him. Most campers are helpful folk, unless it one of the survivalist that are known to be out here. Or worst, an escaped prisoner. Desperate for help, a bite of food, or at least a sip of water, he approaches, but with the utmost caution.
As Patrick sneaks around a tree, he can’t believe what he sees, in the glow of a large fire, a giant figure of something human, but off somehow, and large. He dismisses it as a hallucination brought on by dehydration and hunger, or a play of light caused by the flickering of the fire. Patrick is curious and has to creep in to see if what he’s seeing is true. His curiosity always did get the best of him. He crouches down as low as he can go and like a stalking tiger and with his large dick dragging in the grass, he silently crawls in for a better look. Patrick comes up behind a fallen log, and sure enough, there sits a grotesque figure of a man-like creature, twice as big as a bear with skin as dark as the night.
His instinct is to flee, but he ignores it for he is too fascinated by the sight of…it. The creature is seated behind a huge cauldron and is just staring into the flames. It is completely still, not even blinking an eye. So still is it that Patrick started to wonder if it was some sort of sculpture created and left behind by an artist of odd sensibilities. Patrick dared to raise his head just a little from behind the log to better scrutinize this thing, to see if it was even alive. And then without any warning whatsoever, something massive clamps onto his penis.
He whips his head around, and to his shock and horror, he sees that an identical second creature has sneaked up behind him and grabbed him by his cock.
The creature cries out, “Gotcha!”