By the time they reached the RV park, the Brutal Men had finished the veggie goulash, Jude had washed the crock pot, and Reuben and Emilio had been manhandled in ways they’d never experienced before. The Sheriff had Emilio, Reuben and Theo transferred into his SUV. All three now appeared to be unconscious, but he still had them blindfolded.
“You get some GBH in ‘em?” he asked Jude.
The man nodded. “Not much, just enough to make them sleepy. Here’s the list of what I used for the goulash.”
He offered a slip of paper. The Sheriff gave it to the honey wagon’s driver, saying, “Buy these and put ‘em in Room 3 before you return this to the film set.” He handed the guy a few twenties and the honey wagon headed on. Then he told the Brutal Men to follow him to a Home Depot, in their cars.
Elias, Kilo and Jude had come together in Elias’ souped-up Impala. Sinder was on his motorbike. Walt was in Oren’s car, so off they went in a nice little caravan.
And Oren made sure to be following Sinder, for one very basic reason. “He has got the nicest ass,” he said to Walt.
“Who?” asked Walt, feigning innocence.
Oren motioned to Sinder.
Walt nodded. “It’s his legs. They’re real. So’s his dick.”
“You had that?”
“Couple times. Nice. Real nice. Uncut.”
“And you didn’t let me in on it?”
“That’s all he wanted, and he knows what you’re up for.”
Oren snorted. “Like he’s a virgin. Maybe I’ll make up for it, tonight.”
Walt laughed. “Don’t think so. Those two beauties’ll keep us busy.”
“Still think the little Jew was the cutest. Shit — Muslim!”
“Yeah, but I hear he’s payin’ our fare.”
“Oh, well, next few days with those two, I’m happy.” He chuckled, long and deep. “This road look familiar, to you?”
Walt glanced around. “It’s desert. All looks the same.”
“But don’t it remind you of another road? Hmm? Few weeks back?”
Walt looked at the white of the land. The black shrubs and cacti. The dark distant hills. The sky filled with stars. Then he laughed, soft and easy. Oren joined in his laughter.
Yeah, it reminded them both of another road.
Oh, did it ever.
Three weeks ago.
Just past midnight.
Oren and Walt had been headed for a weekend of drinking, gambling, and the kind of debauchery only Vegas could offer. Hopefully with some boys from one of the strip shows. They’d just finished taking another dumbass kid up to that penthouse in Phoenix, for the Sheriff. Some kind of deal with the penthouse’s owner to supply good-looking guys from the jail for his fun. Now they were off till Sunday evening, when the kid had to be returned to the jail.
What was best? They’d already been paid for this part of the job.
And for keeping their hands off him.
Which was hard to do, dammit. He’d had the sweetest-looking ass and thickest basket they’d ever seen in a white guy. But he had a hood on so maybe his face was butt-ugly. Just to be safe, they’d been good.
Maybe on the way back to the jail they wouldn’t be.
So now they were headed up the 93, aiming to hit Vegas by two AM, when the shows ended. Grabbing at each other’s crotches as they laughed and drank, first from a bottle of bourbon then a bottle of beer. It was the Sheriff’s van and he’d said they could use it, and never mind they hadn’t mentioned they’d be heading out of state. He hadn’t put any restrictions on it.
They were almost to the 97 when Oren saw the tail lights of a car off the road...hell, completely off the shoulder. Two young men were stumbling around it, one of them cursing at his cell phone. The area was totally deserted that time of night, so it took nothing more than a glance between Oren and Walt to catch what the other was thinking.
Start the debauchery early.
Walt was behind the wheel, so he stopped and backed up as Oren looked out his window to watch the guys and giggle with anticipation. One was about six foot and one-sixty-five, all of it smooth muscle that added form to the jeans and t-shirt he was wearing. Tops sneakers on his feet meant he really was as tall as he seemed, and his blond buzz cut framed a face that was all cheekbones and jaw and cute nose and cupid lips.
His buddy was a bit shorter, darker and nicely built, though not quite as much of a gym rat. He wore tighter jeans that showed off a pair of perfect legs riding up to the kind of ass one can only dream about. His hair was longer, with swirls of it on his arms and peeking over the buttons of his designer shirt. His face gave him more of an Italian feel, with dark eyes and a nose that were truly-upper-class, and he wore boots. He was the one cursing his cell phone.
“I get the brunette, you get the blonde,” said Oren.
Walt did not argue, just stopped the van and said, “Bet they’re still in college, maybe roomies or frat bro’s.”
“Makes it even tastier,” said Oren as he got out.
“I can’t fuckin’ find it,” the blond was screaming at his buddy. He had that Colorado accent that’s a bit flat and touched with country, but only barely. “Why the fuck don’t you have a flashlight in the fuckin’ car?”
“‘Cause I ain’t dumbass enough to run off the fuckin’ road!” Brunette screamed back at him, then snarled into the phone, “No, I can’t fuckin’ hear you now!” His voice was East Coast, maybe a Jersey boy.
“Hey, you guys all right?” asked Oren as he approached.
Brunette looked at him, furious. “Does it fuckin’ look like we are!?”
Blondie came staggering back to the car. “Dammit, Zack, the guy’s offering help. You always gotta be such an ass?”
Walt’s eyes locked on him as he came around the van’s nose, and he smiled. Oh, yes...all mine....
“Sorry,” Zack said, still pissed. “But this fucker wrecked my car!”
“Well, it’s not like you could fuckin’ drive it, condition you were in.”
“And you weren’t? A fuckin’ monkey could drive straighter’n you!”
Walt caught a whiff of whiskey on Brunette and sent Oren a quick signal that the guys had been drinking. He giggled and wandered over to their car, flashlight in hand, just as Blondie scrambled up the embankment.
“I don’t know what happened,” he said, his words slurred. “I was drivin’ fine then suddenly we’re off the road and at a dead stop and — ”
“You were texting!” snapped the Brunette. “Drunk, drivin’ and texting! Shit! How come your phone had bars and mine don’t?”
“‘Cause I put my money towards equipment and not a car that ain’t worth a shit!”
“My dad gave me this car, and if you’ve fucked it up...”
While they argued, Oren looked under the car and grinned. The front right tire was dug into the dirt. No way to just back it out.
Walt had gone to the back of the van and was opening the doors. Oren quickly joined him, saying, “They’re lucky not to’ve flipped.”
“Gives me new respect for Beemers.”
“They aren’t gettin’ it out without a tow...”
“Got ya,” said Walt, holding up two rolls of packing tape, to Oren’s delight, before turning to the guys to call, “Hey, hey, calm down. Don’t look like much damage. I bet if we jack up the front, we can use a chain I got to pull you back on the road. Then we’ll see if anything’s really messed up.”
“I don’t have a jack,” said Zack. “I’ve got run-flat tires.”
“We got one that should work,” said Oren.
“You think?” said Zack, hopeful. “My dad didn’t want me to bring the car out here. Said this’d happen, so if I can just...”
“Let’s see what we can do,” said Walt as he winked at Oren, then he slipped one of the rolls of tape in his pocket and headed back to the BMW. He tossed the flashlight to Blondie. “Why don’t you and I keep lookin’ for that phone while Zack and my buddy work on the car?”
Blondie nodded and headed off, the flashlight beam sweeping before him, Walt following.
Zack headed to the back of the van. “Really appreciate this,” he said. “Can’t even get roadside service to respond.”
“Middle of nowhere,” said Oren. “Middle of the night.”
“No shit. First car to pass in ten minutes.”
“Excellent.”
And Oren whipped a strip of tape around Zack’s mouth and pulled tight. He gasped, tried to cry out and instantly began to fight, but Oren had the upper hand. The feel of Zack’s nice full body twisting against his own nearly drove him crazy with lust. He wrapped an arm around Zack’s neck then quietly snarled in his ear, “Be smart, be smart. I could break your neck if you don’t stop. I won’t hurt you. It’s your pretty blond buddy we want. Just put your hands behind you and I’ll leave you alone. C’mon. Be smart.”
But Zack kept struggling...until he was close to blacking out. He began to go limp, so Oren shoved him onto the floor of the van and whipped tape around his wrists and bound them tight, then yanked a bandana from his pocket and wrapped it around his mouth. Zach tried to fight back but couldn’t coordinate as Oren pushed him into the van and wrapped more tape around his ankles. Now he was immobilized.
Oren stepped back to look at him...the curve of his legs bound at the ankles, his hands taped behind him, his ass so inviting...this was so much like heaven, he had to give the guy a smack on his butt before he closed the van’s doors. Then he looked around and saw the beam of the flashlight sweeping the ground and caught a glimpse of Walt slipping up behind Blondie.
Oren giggled and jumped to catch up to them.
Blondie heard him coming and glanced back to see Walt right behind him. “I’m not having any luck.”
“I am,” Walt said, then he grabbed the neck of Blondie’s t-shirt and hugged his arms around his chest to immobilize him. Oren bounced up to them, pulled a bandana from Walt’s pocket and jammed it into Blondie’s mouth just as he started to scream.
He fought harder than Zack had, which only made Oren’s dick needier...and Walt’s damn near explode from the beauty of it all. But it also made it harder to slap the tape over his mouth to hold the rag in...though he finally did. Oren then looped tape around Blondie’s wrists, barely avoiding being kicked as the guy twisted and grunted loud curses. Walt and the guy fell to the dirt, but soon his feet were bound, as well.
Oren lifted Blondie up, revealing his t-shirt had torn open and down one shoulder, showing off a nice pair of pecs and lovely tits surrounded by softy downy hair. It was so beautiful, Oren had to lean in and suck on one.
Blondie howled and squirmed and snarled at him, but Oren grabbed under his arms and Walt took his legs and they carried him to the van, fighting and struggling, and flopped him beside Zack.
“So now what?” asked Oren.
“Get off the road and have some fun?” Walt asked, not even thinking about joking.
Oren sneered, “You wanna get started on ‘em both?”
“Not yet. Got a game I wanna play. If you’re up for it.”
“What’s that?”
“You know it.” Then he cast Walt a secret wink.
Oren grinned and said, “Oh, right, I like that one.”
Walt climbed into the back of the van, then Oren closed the doors and got behind the wheel. He drove up to the 97 crossover and turned around to head back towards Phoenix, the guys fighting and cursing in the back.
There was a rest area about ten miles down the road, all gravel and no facilities but a picnic table or two. If any trucker had stopped there, they’d be sound asleep and the van could park well away from them. They pulled in to find a couple of semis at the far end and no cars. Oren stopped well away from them, put up a sunscreen and climbed into the tail to find Walt lying between the guys, left hand groping Zach, right hand fondling Blondie, despite their cursing and attempts to twist away from him...and damn, they looked pretty that way.
“Smorgasbord,” Oren chuckled.
He knelt beside Zach and Walt let him take over massaging the guy’s crotch.
Zach tried to squirm away, but Oren straddled him then all but tore open his jeans to show he was wearing a pair of CK briefs...and oh, did he look gorgeous in them.
Walt focused on Blondie, sucking from one exposed tit to the other as he fondled the guy’s crotch. He kept muttering, “Pretty...pretty,” as he rubbed his own erection against the guy’s left leg.
Oren nudged him, asking. “You still wanna play the game?”
Walt cast him a glance and smiled, nodding.
“Okay,” said Oren. He forced both guys to look at him as Walt returned to sucking on Blondie’s nips. “Here’s the deal. One of you is gettin’ fucked, and we don’t care which.”
Both guys jolted and struggled and howled that they were into that sort of thing, but to no effect.
“I’m gonna suck on you,” Oren continued, looking at Zach before turning to focus on Blondie. “And my buddy is gonna suck on you. First one to cum gets a pass on gettin’ fucked. We’ll work you for ten minutes. If neither of you cums, you both get fucked. How’s that?”
Both of them shook their heads, horrified. Oren chuckled.
“Good. Ready when you are, buddy,” he said to Walt, giving him a swat on the ass.
Walt rose to straddle Blondie’s thighs, sighing with a deeply satisfied smile. “Got the timer set?”
Oren prepped his phone and showed them all — ten minutes.
“Starting at first lips,” Walt continued, then he tore Blondie’s shirt open, all the way, and pinched both of his nips before running his hands down the guy’s abs. Nice abs. Covered with blond down. Very picturesque.
Blondie did not agree. Not one bit. He twisted and bucked at Walt, but could not keep the man’s fingers from toying with his navel and drawing up his sides and circling his nips, again.
At the same time, Oren unbuttoned Zach’s shirt, stopping at the bottom button, then spread the shirt open to reveal a full set of pecs swirling with hair and a treasure trail leading to heaven. Not solid abs, like Blondie, but not fat or sloppy, just male. Beautifully male. He trailed his fingers over Zach’s nips, so soft and brown, then down the treasure trail to finally caress the elastic band of the CKs. Pull it lower. Lower. Revealing a thick bush of pubes that surrounded the base of what promised to be an elegant dick.
Walt quickly unzipped Blondie’s jeans to find he wore a pair of EA silk briefs.
“Oh, fuck, I want these,” he muttered.
Oren looked and chuckled. “Have fun gettin’ ‘em off. Together?”
Walt looked at him, saw he was toying with the CKs and nodded. He gripped the EAs and, in unison, they pulled the briefs down to reveal both guys’ dicks.
Zach’s was nice and fat, circumcised and with a glorious helmet. Behind it was a pair of ripe balls in desperate need of milking.
Blondie’s was longer and slimmer, but well-formed and uncut. His pubes were sandy-colored and his balls were scrunched up to his scrotum.
Walt and Oren each massaged their guy’s dick and balls for a couple minutes, testing them, examining them, playing with them, just to see how they would react. They tickled with their fingers, and pulled and rolled and caressed in ways that would make any man go wild...and to their victims’ horror, they began to respond.
Zach’s was growing thicker and readier, so Oren had an idea he’d been down blowjob lane, before. His dick flipped from side to side as he tried to wiggle away, but all that did was make it seem like it was begging to be taken.
Blondie’s wasn’t getting bigger, but Walt’s manipulation of his balls had caused them to drop, a little, and his dick would shudder at each touch. Looked like he would be a show-er, not a grow-er.
Oren held up the phone, said, “Three, two, one,” then hit the timer and both he and Walt dove in on their respective guy’s dick.
Zach reacted to Oren, fast, his dick soon full and fat in its need. Oren knew how to work it, too, sliding up and down its sides with his lips and tongue, sucking over the head, rolling his balls gently with his fingers, diving in halfway down the shaft to whisper over and up then using his free hand to pinch and flick at Zach’s nips. He was overwhelming the guy with exquisite moves, taking him into uncontrollable need and desire.
But Walt...he knew how to give blow jobs. Oh, did he ever. Blondie may have started semi-flaccid, but Walt slowly sucking him into his mouth, his tongue caressing the shaft nonstop and toying with his foreskin as he let his fingers curl around his balls, milking them light and easy, it all brought life to that shaft in ways unimaginable to a straight guy. Walt also ran his free hand up Blondie’s treasure trail to swirl his fingernails around his nips, first one side then the other, lightly dancing over the down. Almost scratching him but not quite. By the end of the second minute, Blondie had proven he actually was a grower in the dick department, and his now solid erection curled up and back, his head fat and red and tender, his balls shivering from Walt’s touch.
Oren chuckled and recorded Walt’s work on his phone and shifted to catch himself sucking on Zach, then back to Walt and return.
Within a couple minutes, Zach gasped and groaned and cried out and jolted and shoved his dick deeper into Oren’s mouth, making him back off just as a geyser of cum shot out his slit. Thick and creamy, it leapt up a foot before flopping back onto Zach’s shirt and belly. Then another and another as Oren laughed and continued stroking the shaft and fondling his balls.
“I win!” he cried. “What will your friend, here, say?”
A second later, Blondie howled and tried to twist away from Walt but it was too late; he also shot a wad out. Not as intense as Zach’s, nor as rich-looking, but no question what it was. Most wound up in his pubs and on his jeans, with a little on his belly; Walt kept it from flopping down on the guy’s silk undies.
Oren and Walt looked at each other, chuckling deep and growly, then leaned across to kiss, full tongue and hard and sloppy, and pinch each other’s nips through their shirts.
“Shit, yours tastes good,” Oren murmured when they broke apart.
“It’s yours mingled in,” Walt whispered back.
“Oh, fuck...fuck...wanna race?”
Walt nodded then turned back to Blondie, pulled out a pocket knife and opened it, then grabbed his EA briefs at the right hip and sliced through them. He did the same to the left hip and yanked them off the guy. He held them up, like a trophy, howling, “Souvenir!” Then he shoved them in a pocket.
Oren laughed and flipped Zach onto his belly. The guy screamed and struggled as Oren then yanked his jeans halfway down his thighs, revealing his CKs.
“Want my knife?” Walt asked.
“Don’t need it,” Oren laughed as he grabbed the seam of the elastic and tore it open then ripped the CKs off and tossed them into a corner of the van before stopping to gaze upon the guy’s amazing ass. Round and perfect. Hair swirling over it, light and elegant. Oren massaged it, over and over and over, loving the feel of it. Not the firmest ass ever but smooth and ripe and lovely...so lovely he dove in and stuck his tongue into Zach’s hole, bringing a shriek of horror from the guy.
Walt used the phone to record Oren rimming Zach, who struggled but could not avoid him. He pounded his feet on the van’s floor, his boots making sharp knocking sounds, so Walt moved to sit on them. That put him directly behind Oren’s ass, so he grabbed it with one hand while still recording over Oren’s shoulder, with the other.
Oren jolted up and snarled at Walt, good-natured. “You think you’re gonna fuck me?” he growled.
“While you fuck him? Wouldn’t mind doin’ that, again.”
“You got your own bitch; use that.”
Then Oren sat back, unzipped his pants, pulled out his already very hard dick and spit on it. Walt recorded it over his shoulder, licking his lips. He loved the look of Oren’s dick. How long and straight it was. A head that was the epitome of what a head should look like. He’d been hoping for some fun with it once they were in Vegas, before they went shopping for chorus boys, but watching Oren lube his dick with his spit and line it up with Zach’s ass and then push it in damn near made him cum without even touching himself.
Zach cried out in pain and bucked to try and get Oren off him, but his captor wrapped his arms around him and used his legs to keep him in place as he pushed his dick in deeper and deeper, loving how tight he was. In seconds he was shifting himself up and down inside of Zach, ignoring the guy’s howls and curses and demands, his gingers digging into the guy’s skin.
Walt returned to Blondie, who was watching Zach’s rape, in horror. He was breathing fast, from fear, making his chest and nips look very inviting. His dick was flaccid, again, and lying back on his pubes in a way that was so amazingly sexy. Walt liked fucking, fine, but he got more pleasure from being face to face with a man...and being serviced by him. Especially since he’d noticed that Blondie had a really nice mouth.
He straddled Blondie’s hips. Looked hard at him.
The guy looked back, wary.
Zach’s cries of pain had become soft grunts, by this point, as Oren pumped into him with a steady rhythm.
Walt undid his jeans and released his dick from his briefs. He was proud of it, even though it wasn’t as lovely as Oren’s. Or as large. But it was ready to go.
“You got two choices,” Walt murmured. “This goes in your mouth, or in your ass. That’s how I got shown what it’s all about. When I was in jail. I saw what happened to pretty guys, like you, who got butt-fucked. Bleeding. Trouble shitting. AIDs. But your mouth? You suck it off, use some Listerine and you’re done. Nice and easy. So what’s it gonna be? Ass?” He held up his right hand, which had the phone. “Or mouth.” He held up his left hand, which had the knife.
Blondie looked at him, horrified. His eyes darted between Walt’s hands. Then he looked at Oren, who was still fucking Zach, grunting and growling like an animal. He looked back to Walt and indicated the left hand.
Mouth.
“Okay,” said Walt, leaning down to nearly on top of Blondie. “But get this — if you say one word or bite me, I’ll cut your throat and your buddy’s, too. Got me?”
Blondie nodded.
Walt carefully removed the tape around Blondie’s mouth, and his lips looked even nicer than he’d remembered.
“Please, just let us go,” Blondie said, barely a whisper. “Please. We won’t tell anybody. Just let us go.”
Walt smiled and said, “We will.” Then he flipped Blondie onto his stomach and rammed his dick into him. No way did he trust those teeth.
Blondie screamed but Walt wrapped his arms around the guy’s neck, held the blade next to his carotid artery and fucked him, hard, snarling, “This is another life lesson. Don’t trust somebody who’s already proven he can’t be trusted. You came second; you’re supposed to be gettin’ fucked.”
It took Walt no time to work himself up to sensations of the greatest beauty. He loved the feel of Blondie’s ass around his dick as he rubbed in and out of it. So tight...like it was grabbing at him. Sending screaming lightning through every part of his body. He looked at Oren to see he was pumping faster and faster, about ready to explode.
Oren looked back at Walt, with a lewd smile, then suddenly rammed hard against Zach and almost howled.
That jolted Walt and he let himself swirl into a climax that was worthy of drowning in, and he came inside of Blondie. Over and over and over as Oren did the same to Zach.
And they clasped hands near the end, like lovers.
Walt smiled at the memory of how perfect that orgasm had been. The tingling from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. How much he pumped into Blondie, whose name he never did find out. How when Oren had pulled back, his dick still hard and dripping, and had used Zach’s briefs to wipe off, they’d both found they were still ready to go so had swapped guys and done some more fucking, again, just like in prison. Then cut the guys’ bindings and dumped them out of the van and driven away, secure in the knowledge they would never tell anyone they’d been raped by a couple of passing strangers.
What made it even better was how the weekend had been perfect, too. Lots of kissing and groping and fucking and sucking with overbuilt chorus boys...and they’d even made use of the guy they were taking back to the jail, for the Sheriff. That had satisfied them for weeks...hell, right up till now.
They’d checked the news for the next few days, but the only story about the boys was they’re been carjacked and beaten and the car wrecked. No one knew who the guys in the van were. They’d gotten away with it.
Now they were headed out to have some more fun. And while the two Mexicans were pretty, deep down Walt had to agree with Oren and hope Sinder would be the one they could have the most fun with, tonight. Or sometime over the next couple of days.
His legs, ass and dick all but cried for their tender misuse.
