THE INCIDENT

BY BLAKE

"What the fuck does that son of a bitch think he's doing,"
screamed Big Fred Sloacum to his buddies riding their Harleys. It
was a lonely stretch of road — mostly farm and wooded land. Fred
was shocked that any civilian would look at him and his
motorcycle gang and still disrespect him. Usually twenty mean
looking guys together on the road across their bikes put a little
fear in most people — and Big Fred loved that fear. He couldn't
believe that that shithead actually had the balls to hit his horn
at him — over and over again. Now he could see him through his
rear view window — shooting a bird at him! It was more than he
could take — nobody made him look like a fool.

Actually, Fred was looking for an excuse for a little action. The
boys had been traveling hard and needed a little fun, and this
jack-ass would provide it. He signaled his boys to stop, and a
quick hand motion told them what to do. In a flash the Chevy
station wagon was stopped and surrounded by Harleys. Fred slowly
got off his bike and sauntered casually towards the driver side
of the vehicle. He was a large man — a good 250 pounds of
meanness. His greasy long hair, pulled into a pony tail and his
unkempt beard, along with his black leather outfit made him the
stereotypical biker in the "Hell's Angel" mold. As he walked
over, he gave the wagon a good look-see. In the front seat were
the driver and a woman who was obviously his wife. When he got a
little closer, though, his heart started beating faster, for he
noticed that there were a couple more people in the back seat —
kids — two of them, it looked like. Fred couldn't believe his
luck — this was just what the doctor ordered for him and his boys
— for this was a gang of chicken hawks — ass-fuckers who loved
little boys — who would take a pretty young boy over a woman any
day. Fred couldn't see the kids in the back seat very clearly —
he hoped they would be boys — good-looking boys. But if they were
little girls, that would be better than nothing.

When he got to the car, he looked in the back window and his
prick took a jump in his pants. In the back were two boys — both
young, both blonde, and both absolutely beautiful.

"Look, you — you have no right to block the road like that." It
was the weasely, middle-aged driver of the car who was stabbing
his finger in the air as he motioned at Fred. "You should have
some consideration for others who are using these roads."

Fred was hardly listening to the babbling of the shithead. He was
still ogling the boys in the back. One looked to be twelve or
thirteen, the other a little younger. They seemed to be
embarrassed by their dad.

"Now I don't want any trouble with you guys, but. . . ."

Fred interrupted his little speech by grabbing him by the neck
and dragging him through the window of the car.

"Shut the mother-fucker up"

At that command, three or four gang members grabbed the guy and
started to pummel him with blows and kicks. He screamed his pain
and blood began to splatter the side of the wagon. The
middle-aged woman in the front seat began to scream "Leave him
alone!" as the passenger side door was ripped open and she too
was dragged out. She was not a good-looking woman — skinny, with
a severe, elongated face. Her brown hair was pulled back and
fastened in a kind of old fashioned bun. She was wearing a tee
shirt with some stupid advertising on it along with shorts. Her
breasts were small and didn't make much of an impression on the
tee shirt. Again, about four or five of the gang members began to
work her over — slapping her face back and forth and ripping her
tee shirt down the front. Her small mounds were quickly engulfed
by hands and finally she was thrown on the ground, stripped, and
gang raped.

Fred, meanwhile, was more interested in the prizes in the back.
The boys were screaming and crying in terror. They were cowering
in the middle of the back seat. Fred tried the door, but it was
locked.

"Open the door, boys," Fred commanded.

The boys didn't move.

"Okay, I'll unlock them myself then." Fred climbed into the front
seat and unlocked the doors as the boys scrambled to the back of
the station wagon.

"Boys, we're going to have some real fun!"

Fred and another one of his friends, a tall stupid-looking brute
called Donkey, climbed into the back seat and moved towards the
terrified, trapped kids. They really had no place to go and soon
Fred and Donkey dragged the kids out of the car. The entire gang
shouted with glee when they saw what the two men had found. The
boys were carried to the front of the car and put down on its
hood. In the meantime, three of the thugs were holding their
mother down while a fourth was shoving his cock into her snatch.
The father was lying in a pool of blood, moaning in
semi-consciousness.

Fred kind of sighed through his teeth when he had a chance, along
with the rest of the chicken hawks, to look over the two kids.
They were stunning. The oldest, whose name turned out to be
Jeremy, was thirteen. He was medium height for a
thirteen-year-old — a little on the skinny side. He had long
blonde hair, parted down the middle. His eyes were bright blue. A
slightly upturned nose and lush pouting lips made his face
absolutely beautiful. He was dressed in a brightly striped sports
shirt and grey, cargo-style pants — the kind with pockets down
the legs. He was also wearing white tennis shoes. The other boy
was named Chase and he was ten years old. He, too, had long, very
blonde hair, with a shock that covered his eyes. It reminded Fred
of that Hansen kid — the little one. His eyes were very striking
— very large and icey grey in color. His oval face, with a
smattering of freckles across the bridge of his attractive snub
nose, was even more beautiful than his brother's. He was dressed
in a sleeveless basketball shirt from some stupid pro team and
basketball shorts. His bare shoulders made him really sexy to the
gang of ass-fuckers as did his little pink nipple that was
sticking out the side of the over- sized shirt. His outfit was
completed with white knee socks and sneakers. They boys kind of
huddled together on the hood of the car as the gang directed lewd
comments at them.

"Let's get them somewhere where we can love them up real good,"
Fred said.

"There was an old deserted barn a couple of miles back," said one
of the guys names Snake.

"Sounds perfect for a little R and R. Let's bring mom and dad
along for the show."

At Big Fred's direction, the man and woman were tied and slung
across a couple of the Harleys like trophy deer. Donkey took
Jeremy with him on his bike while Snake took Chase — both with
strict orders to keep hands off for later. Then it was off to the
old deserted barn.

******

"Please mister, don't hurt my brother," begged Jeremy as he stood
before Big Fred, who was seated on a bench with the rest of the
gang surrounding them. "Don't hurt us."

When they had arrived at the barn, it was deserted as they
expected. The inside was covered with hay, with benches, stalls,
and various farm instruments all over the place. It was easily
big enough for the Chevy wagon and all the Harleys, not to
mention the chicken hawks. The dad was conscious as he was gagged
and tied to a post. His naked wife was also gagged and tied to
another post — both with a good view of what was happening to
their children.

After their parents were secured, the boys were brought in by the
gang. Ten-year- old Chase, at Fred's direction, had his wrists
tied together and then the other end of the rope was looped over
a beam and tied to a stall so that the boy's arms were held over
his head — not tight, but just enough to hold him in place — and
in a very vulnerable position. Then Jeremy was brought in and
stood up in front of Fred. He was crying and he began begging
when he saw his brother hanging in the middle of the barn.

"Don't hurt him, please!"

"Hurt him — we're not going to hurt him. We're going to love him,
right boys?" The gang roared its approval as Fred got up and
walked over to Chase. He reached into his basketball shirt and
grabbed a pink nipple and began twisting. Chase screamed and
tried to pull away from the pinching fingers, to no avail.

"Leave him alone!" shouted Jeremy as he sprinted over to Fred and
jumped on his back. The other gang members quickly peeled him off
and he was tossed on the floor, to the jeers of the gang. Fred
turned to the boy and laughed a devil laugh.

"So you want me to leave him alone, do you? I'll tell you what —
I'll make a little deal with you. First of all, get it straight —
we are going to rape your little ass — all of us — and there is
nothing you can do to stop us. You can fight all you want, but
you are going to end up with our cocks up your sweet ass and in
your hot mouth."

Fred loved the look on Jeremy's beautiful face — the look of fear
and confusion. The boy was obviously innocent — a virgin to any
kind of sex, not to mention homosexual rape. He obviously had
very little idea of ass-fucking — probably didn't even know it
was possible. He thought to himself that this was going to be one
of the most fun times of his life — both for him and his gang. He
was rock hard already, and he hadn't even touched the kid yet.

"Here's the deal — if you're nice to us — do everything we tell
you to do — without hesitation, we'll let your pretty little
brother alone." Fred couldn't help but chuckle to himself,
because he knew full well that sweet little Chase would be fucked
and used by the entire gang in every way possible. After all, he
was even more beautiful and sexy than his older brother.

"Remember, you must do everything without hesitation. If you
refuse, or hesitate, or don't do what we want correctly, then
we'll remove an article of his clothing. When he's naked, then we
will all take turns fucking him.

The beautiful blonde thirteen-year-old didn't know what to say —
his mind was spinning. His parents were struggling against their
bonds and shaking their heads in silent pleas for mercy for their
children. But there would be no mercy.

"Well, what's it going to be? Do you agree with my little deal,
or should Donkey here go ram your brother?"

Jeremy hung his head and softly said, "I'll do what you want.
Just don't hurt Chase."

"That's the spirit. Now come over here and sit down on Uncle
Fred's lap here."

The boy slowly approached the sitting giant and sat down
tentatively in his lap.

"There, that's not so bad, is it?" Fred's hand immediately began
rubbing up and down the inside of the boy's thighs, sending
goose-pimples up his body. "Tell, me, boy, do you have a girl
friend?

"N. . .no," he stammered.

"How about a boy friend?" The gang laughed out loud at the boy's
reaction. "NO!"

"Ever give a man a kiss on the lips?"

"NO!"

"How about giving a little tongue?"

"NO!"

"Well, now's a good time to try it. Give me a big long kiss — and
I want you to put your tongue in my mouth, too — we call it
Frenching."

"NO," shouted Jeremy as he tried to pull away from Fred's pursed
lips.

"Now Jeremy, that's not very friendly — did you forget our little
deal already? You hesitate and pretty Chase loses some clothing.
Snake, go get that boy's pants."

Snake eagerly went over to the hanging boy and lifted his long
basketball shirt and then grabbed the waistband of his basketball
shorts. The boy tried to back away from Snake, but the Ropes kept
him from evading the hands which pulled the shorts down to
mid-thigh. Snake held up the hem of the shirt so that everyone
could admire and ogle the boy's tight white briefs, and the bulge
they were hiding at his crotch. Chase cried hard at the
embarrassment and abuse. Finally, Snake let his shirt down and
went back over to Fred and Jeremy.

"Now see what you did to your brother? Next he's going to lose
those panties. Now, give me a big kiss."

Jeremy didn't hesitate this time — he pressed his lips against
the hairy monster and kissed. Big Fred immediately jammed his
tongue into the boy's mouth and felt its every nook and cranny.
He dueled with the boy's velvety tongue and forced his saliva
into his mouth. He could feel the boys revulsion — and loved it.
While Frenching the beautiful kid, he let his meaty hand drop to
the boy's basket and he felt the bulge of the boy's untouched
treasure. The boy squealed through the kiss of shame as he was
felt up by that hand. Finally, Fred broke off the kiss and licked
up the boy's face, from his chin up across his nose to his
forehead. The boy shivered with revulsion and began to cry.

"Not bad at Frenching — but we're going to have to give you a lot
more practice," Fred said with a grin — saliva dripping from his
mouth onto his beard. The crowd eagerly agreed with that.

"Now, pretty boy, let's get on with the activities."

******

"Now Jeremy, my cock is hard and throbbing. I want you to come
here and take it out of may pants."

The gang laughed as they saw a look of revulsion cross the
innocent boy's face.

The boy shook his head back and forth and said, "No, don't make
me do that — it's not right — it's dirty." His parents struggled
against their bonds, moaning loudly through their gags.

"Dirty?" Now you went and caused your little brother to lose his
panties."

Three gang members rushed at Chase, lifted his legs and ripped
his underwear off. Then they put him down, while the guy that got
what was left of the boy's undies pressed them to his face and
sniffed. One of the other guys lifted the long basketball jersey,
showing the kid's little cock and balls to the gang. The cock was
only about an inch long, thin — hanging flaccidly from a cute
little unwrinkled ball sack. He was circumcised — and the
magnificent mushroom head made a beautiful sight. The sight of
the beautiful little boy's treasure being shown to the horny
gang, and his obvious horror, made a strangely erotic sight. The
boy's knee socks made it even more alluring. The guy lifted the
little ball sac with one of his fingers and displayed it for the
rest of the gang, tickling it by tracing a line up and down it.
Then he wrapped his fist around the little prick and began
stretching it away from the boy's body, then pumping it, up and
down, masturbating him until he began to get hard. Then he pulled
him, twisting him so that his cute ass was seen by everyone — and
cute it was — two magnificent dimpled grapefruit sized cheeks
separated by a dark crack.

"Stop — leave him alone," pleaded Jeremy." I'll do whatever you
want — just leave him alone."

"OK — stop, guys." The man released Chase's little boner and let
his shirt drop, covering it and his ass from view — although the
boner now tented the front of the shirt sexily. "Now, since you
didn't do what I asked, you don't get the privilege of using your
hands. Get down on your knees."

The boy cautiously got down on his knees.

"Now get on your belly and crawl over to me like a snake."

The boy was totally humiliated as he did what he was told, to the
jeers of the gang.

"Now clean my boots with your pretty little tongue — and do a
good job."

Jeremy stuck out his tongue as far as he could and began to lick
the filthy boots. When he began to gag with revulsion, Fred
ordered the gang to get Chase's shoes and socks. Again his legs
were lifted so that he was hanging just by his wrists. His shoes
were ripped off his feet and then his knee socks were slowly
removed. Of course while doing this, hands went under his shirt
and fondled his cock and balls again. He screeched in fear. Other
hands tickled up and down his thighs and one guy even began to
suck on one of his toes. The abuse continued as Fred gave his
next order to the shocked Jeremy.

"Now get your mouth on my zipper and open it with your teeth.

Jeremy did the best he could to comply, knowing that his brother
was down to his last article of clothing.

When he had the zipper down, Fred ordered him to reach in and
take out his cock. The shaking boy had trouble, reaching his
small hands through the brute's underwear and tentatively
grabbing the huge hairy penis he encountered and pulling it out.
When he finally got it out, Fred ordered the boy to give its head
a kiss. The kneeling boy pursed his lips and lowered his head,
but before he could plant the kiss, Fred began slapping him back
and forth across the face with his cock. Finally, he told the boy
to open wide and he stuffed the raging ten incher into the boy's
mouth. The boy immediately gagged as the intruder went down his
throat. Luckily Fred pulled it back out far enough that he could
breath before ramming it again and again and again. Fred entwined
his fingers in the boy's long blonde hair and began fucking his
mouth in earnest. Finally he threw back his head and deep-
throated the boy as he cummed in his velvety mouth.

Jeremy gagged and sputtered when Fred finally withdrew the huge
prick and wiped it in his hair. Cum dripped from the boy's lips.
But Fred warned him from spitting any of it out.

"Now you're a cock-sucker — a real sugar-mouth. Why don't you
give a nice blow job to the boys."

For the next hour or so, Jeremy serviced every member of the
gang. When he was finished, he lay in a fetal position on the
floor, his hair sticky and in disarray, his face and clothing
covered with cum. He was crying hard and retching uncontrollably.

"Get over here, pussy boy," Fred ordered.

Jeremy didn't move.

"You want us to give your sweet little brother a go?"

Jeremy pushed himself up to a sitting position and softly said,
"No."

"All right then. Get up and come over here."

Jeremy got shakily to his feet and walked over and stood before
Fred.

"Now, boy, take out your pecker and show it to us."

As much as wanted to obey, he just couldn't do that. He froze in
position, shaking his head "No".

"That was a mistake, boy. Now your brother loses his shirt and we
are going to see your precious little cock anyway." With that he
stood up and pushed the boy onto his back. A couple of the gang
members grabbed the boy's arms and held them over his head as
Fred undid the boy's belt, unsnapped his grey cargo pants, and
pulled them roughly down his legs. He then did the same with his
underwear, leaving the boy nude from the waist down. Two of the
gang members came over and grabbed his ankles and spread his legs
so that his genitals were on display for everyone to see. His
cock was flaccid, maybe three inches long, with loose hanging
balls and just a few wisps of blonde hair at the base of his cut
cock. It was a beautiful sight that made big Fred hard again.

"See, now we can all see your pretty cock and balls — but it's
too bad for your cute little brother."

Chase screamed as he was surrounded by horny bikers.

******

Jeremy watched with horror as he saw what was happening to his
little brother. He had been deposited back of Fred's lap and he
was very conscious of the hard bulge that was pressing against
his naked butt. He also squirmed as fred wrapped his fist around
his penis and began manipulating it, pumping it up and down.

Chase wailed and cried as he did his best to evade the hands of
the five guys that descended on him. He tried bucking and
kicking, but his legs were easily captured again and lifted off
the ground. They then tugged and tugged at the basketball jersey
until it finally ripped away from his struggling body, leaving
just the collar of the shredded garment hanging loosely around
his neck.

"Let's see him," Fred shouted. They put Chase's feet back down
and the beautiful boy hung there naked. The crowd whistled and
applauded when they saw the sheer beauty of the boy trussed up
before them. His flesh was flawless — smooth, hairless, with just
a touch of baby fat. His nipples were tiny perky pink points
capping perfect little boy-mounds. His belly button, punctuating
his heaving rounded tummy, was large and shallow. His belly
tapered smoothly down to his vulnerable cock and balls.

"Nice — nice," hissed Fred as he pulled faster on Jeremy's penis.
"Donkey, you got jumper cables?"

An evil grin crossed his stupid face as he scrambled over to his
bike.

"Here they are, boss," he said triumphantly, holding the cables
up.

"I think that boy's little titties need a charging, don't you?"

Chase and Jeremy both screamed as they realized what Donkey was
going to do. He took the alligator clips at one end of the cables
and snapped them onto Chase's nipples. Chase let out a terrifying
scream as he bucked against the ropes.

"What about the other end, boss?"

"How about big brother here — I think he can use a little
charging too!" Fred picked up the boy and dragged him over to
where his brother was hanging. Two of the gang members held his
arms out as his shirt was raised over his head and hooked behind
his neck. His body, too, was nothing short of beautiful. His
nipples were rather large and pink, enlarged as is often the case
with boys entering puberty. His chest was smooth and hairless,
his belly flat with a small but deep navel. Fred leaned over and
took one of his nipples into his mouth and began to slurp and
suck. Then he gave the same attention to the other one until they
were both saliva-soaked, red, and angry looking.

"OK, hook 'em up," commanded Fred after pleasuring the tits. The
other two alligator clamps then snapped onto Jeremy, again to
shrill shrieks of agony.

"There — isn't that sweet — two brothers who are connecting,"
jeered Fred. OK, guys. Let's do them.

Chase's wrists were untied and he was stretched out on the floor
along side of his brother. Both boys were spread-eagled, and
about ten gang members worked over each of them. Pricks were
immediately shoved into their mouths and hands massaged up and
down their bodies. Both of their belly buttons were the objects
of eager sucking mouths, and Chase was even "fucked" in both his
armpits by hard, throbbing cocks. Finally, their legs were pulled
up to their heads and gang member after gang member took their
turns ramming their hot cocks up their asses. To the horror of
their parents, the raping went on all night.

EPILOGUE

Motor Cycle Gang Sought In Assault On Family

Special to the Journal-Tribune By Steve Movet of the
Journal-Tribune Staff

Police in the tri-state area are on the alert for a motor cycle
gang known as The Devil's Hawks in connection with the assault on
a Green Prairie family. Details are sketchy, but police officials
have acknowledged that a 32 year old man and his 30 year old wife
were both beaten and the woman raped by members of the brutal
gang. The couple's two sons, ages 13 and 10, were also assaulted.
They were all taken to Green Prairie General Hospital and later
released. No further details have been released at this time.