Sockluver

The New Additions

Chapter 4-5

Chapter 4

"Yeah, I we can just break these chains loose, then break down the bolted door, overpower Marty and be on our happy way!" Exclaimed Danny. "Look dude you don't think I want to escape? I told Kenny here, that I tried running away once, and Marty caught me. He almost killed me!" Now the blonde was on the verge of tears. "I hate it too, believe me!"

Ray immediately felt sorry for Danny. After all, he and Kenny had only been here for a couple of days, and this poor kid had been a prisoner here for years. "Sorry Danny, I wasn't blaming you. I know none of this is your fault. No matter what they make us do to each other, we have to remember not to take it personally. They are the bastards doing this shit, not us. Something will happen though. All of us will get out of here somehow," Ray said, "otherwise Kenny's Mom will kill me. She already hates my guts because I'm a bad influence!" He was trying to lighten the mood a bit. Kenny placed a hand on Ray's bare knee and squeezed it at the same time doing the same to Danny's. There were now all in this together.

Danny wondered if he should tell Ray about the note he left in his car. He didn't want to raise their hopes however, so decided to keep silent for now. "Here dude, drink some water, you'll need it I'm sure." He held the water dish up to Ray's mouth and allowed him to drink. It was hard for Ray as his wrists were still locked to his collar, causing his elbows to stick in front of him getting in the way. When Ray finished, he passed the dish to Kenny before taking his own share. He offered Ray some food, but the older teen wasn't hungry. The desperation was getting to him, and he sat down to mull this whole thing over. Kenny, who was just as despondent as Ray, still had an appetite however and attacked the food with Danny, both boys eating with their hands out of the dish.

They were all resting silently when their two tormentors returned to the dungeon laughing and joking with each other. The sound alone of their arrival filled all three boys with dread, but when they saw them they got even more nervous. For the two men looked even more sinister as they were now dressed in black leather jeans, boots, and leather vests. When they looked at the three naked, chained, slave boys, both gave an evil snicker. Both men looked directly at Ray, but is was Marty who spoke first. "Since you had most of the morning off Ray, I think it's just about time for an attitude adjustment. The good Doctor and I are going help you see the error of your punk ass ways, and teach you some manners. In fact your little faggot girl friend here (pointing at Kenny) and Danny are going to help us."

While Marty was doing the talking, Schmidt was unchaining Ray's cock harness from Danny's collar. He then took the leather restraining device all the way off Ray's crotch, allowing his dick and balls swing free for the first time in over twenty four hours. While it felt nice to have the painful device finally off his cock, Ray was not comforted, he was scared shitless! God only knew what these two perverted assholes had in mind for him. Schmidt dragged Ray over to the part of the dungeon where Kenny had first been tied up and stood him between the two beams. Schmidt ran a chain between the two beams, adjusting it until it was tight. Next he locked the back of Ray's collar to it, before undoing his wrists from the stiff leather symbol of his slave boy status. The evil doctor next undid the cuffs from Ray's wrists, so for the moment, he was completely unbound and naked but for the chained collar around his neck. Schmidt left him alone in that part of the dungeon and went back to help Marty get the two younger participants ready.

Oh man, thought Ray. What are they going to do to me? He couldn't help it, he started shaking, especially his legs. He pulled on his collar, but found it fastened tight. The skate punk could move his arms and legs, but that was about it. If he tried to bend down he would strangle himself, and it hurt to much to try to move his head either left or right. From his peripheral vision, he saw Marty approaching, carrying the video camera and tripod, which he set up in front of Ray.

"Gotta make sure we get this on tape Ray," Marty beamed gleefully. "I'll want to watch you break, then humiliate yourself over and over again!" Once he had set the camera up, he walked up to the frightened young man. "God look at you, Ray! You have dried spunk all over you. What a little faggot whore you are! I think we will have to get you clean for your little performance this afternoon." Marty walked behind Ray and stood to admire his newest addition. God he was HOT! This bound, tattooed and pierced skate boy, was just what he had wanted for a while. It would make for a nice contrast from the totally whipped Danny, and getting Kenny in the bargain had just been more than he could hope for! He came up behind Ray and started rubbing the teen's nipples from behind him and kissing his neck. He could feel Ray stiffen at his touch. He took Ray's left earlobe into his mouth, ear rings and all and started to lick and suck it all over, while at the same time playing with his balls. Ray closed his eyes tightly. He wanted to push Marty away, but knew it would only bring trouble, and he was in no position to resist, especially as he could not see Marty. What shamed him more then anything however, was that his dick was starting to stiffen with the attention it was receiving.

"Hey Marty, no fair, wait for me!" The Doctor kidded as he walked in with the other two slaveboys.

Marty disengaged his fondling of Ray. "Sorry Doc, I just got a little carried away. Wow, our little helpers sure look hot!"

What Marty was referring to, was the way they had Kenny and Danny dressed. Both boys had been cleaned up, and were now wearing skin tight, black leather, leiderhosen type shorts with suspenders and all. They each had on black lace up boots, which came almost to their knees, with bright red socks just visible above the tops. Along with their collars, both had on studded armbands on their upper right arms, and each now wore a Lone Ranger style leather mask. In short they looked as if they were getting ready to star in an S&M movie, which of course, in a sense they were.

"Thank you Martin, I thought you would approve. Shall we begin?" Schmidt was also eyeing Ray with undisguised lust.

"Yeah, first we need to get him cleaned up a little," said Marty. He went to the bathroom and returned with a bucket, that he unceremoniously dumped over Ray's head. Ray screamed out as the ice cold water cascaded over his nude body. Marty handed washcloths to Danny and Kenny, "Boy's scrub Ray clean from head to toe, and make sure you get his ass hole nice and clean. He will be begging his uncle Marty and Doctor to fuck him silly by the end of the day!"

"NEVER!" shouted Ray, although, he knew deep down that Marty was probably right. Still he wouldn't give the bastards the satisfaction of showing his fear. Of course, Marty and Schmidt knew all this as well, and Ray's defiance just excited the two Sadists that much more.

"That's more punishment for speaking out of turn Ray. I really wish you would learn! Boy's start scrubbing," said Marty. The two leather clad slave boys scrubbed Ray down, washing up the accumulated cum and dried sweat from Ray's earlier dealings with the good Doctor. Danny made sure he washed Ray's ass really well while being as gentle as he could with the rough wash rag. By the time they were done, Ray was covered in goose bumps and shivering from the cold water. The two boys were handed towels and they dried Ray completely.

"Very good boys," Said Marty. He gave Kenny a pair of underpants. "Help Ray out with these Kenny, I like a punk in sexy underwear before I degrade him."

Kenny walked over and knelt as Ray's feet. He gently lifted one foot then the other and slid the garment up Ray's thighs until Ray could reach them himself. Ray pulled the tight dark blue bikini briefs into place. Ray hated this type of underwear, as he always either wore boxers or none at all, but it was better then being naked. Kenny however, at seeing his friend in the tight briefs, thought Ray looked very nice in them. He of course felt ridiculous dressed as he was, in his leather shorts.

"Very nice, thank Kenny for helping you Ray," Marty instructed while he and the Doctor advanced on him.

"Thanks Kenny"

"Sure Ray, uh, no problem," an embarrassed Kenny replied. Ever since he had met Ray, he had been in kink of hero worship of him, and it hurt him to see his mentor and protector so helpless.

Marty and Schmidt each took one of Ray's wrists and attached leather cuffs to them. Ray tried to put up a struggle, but he was no match for two grown men, especially with his neck immobilized. They hooked long chains to his wrists and ran them through large eyebolts in the beams. Next they fastened leather cuffs around his ankles. They pulled tightly and connected the free end of the chains holding his wrists to the ankle cuffs. Schmidt unlocked Ray's collar from the original chain and took it down, as it was no longer needed. Ray was now stretched tightly between the two beams, and if he moved an arm, it would pull on his leg and vice versa. He tried to struggle a bit and found it hard and painful to move. Marty and Schmidt sat down on chairs and lit cigars and watched Ray struggle. They made Danny and Kenny kneel down in front of them and used them for footstools while they puffed away at their stogies.

Ray was now getting very scared. The two men were just staring at him while he fought his bonds. He was helpless to do anything now and he knew it. He wanted to shout something, anything at them, as that was his nature, but he didn't want them to be any harder on him then they already planned. That and when he looked at his poor friend Kenny, dressed like leather bottom, down on all fours with Schmidt's boots on his back, he worried for him as well. He thought he might try to bargain with them. "Uncle Marty, may I speak?"

"What do you want Ray?"

"Look, you have me, do what you want, but why don't you just leg Kenny go. You could blindfold him and release him where he could never find this place. I will do anything you want, and won't fight you anymore."

"Shit Ray, I don't mind you fighting, it makes if more fun for us, and do you think I am fucking stupid?" Marty shoved Danny out of the way with his feet; "You will do what I want anyway by the end of the day!" He was face to face with Ray now. "Nice try though, punk, I will give you that. You must really love your little faggot friend here make that offer. Just for that, I think I will let Kenny start your punishment." Marty cupped Rays chin in his hand and shook his head. "I am so glad I found you Ray!" Marty kissed Ray on the lips and held it until the struggling teen gave up and opened his mouth, allowing Marty to invade Ray with his tongue. He played with the stud in Ray's tongue for a while and then broke the lip lock. You see Ray, you have no choice, so don't ever ask for anything like that again, or you and Kenny, and even Danny for that matter will regret it, am I clear?" His eyes bore into Ray's, which were now starting to water.

"Yes Uncle Marty, you are clear."

"Good, now let me ask you a question Ray. Do you and your boyfriend ever tickle each other?"

Ray was puzzled, "What?"

"Tickle, you know, like when you were little. Do you ever tickle each other?"

"I don't know, maybe." Ray thought of how he and Paul would play around with each other, each boy knowing all the secret spots his lover.

"Well, I tell you Ray, sometimes lovers do it for fun, but I like to do it for other reasons. Most people don't know how evil tickling can be. I think I will let you find out what I mean. Doc, do we have the stuff ready for Ray here?" Marty said, leaving Ray confused.

"Yes Martin, I have a whole bag of toys to teach young Ray some respect for his betters." Schmidt replied, pulling out a long ostrich feather, "Kenny take this and go to Ray."

Kenny did as he was told, his eyes through the mask telling Ray he was sorry for whatever was about to happen. Kenny didn't know what was going on. His emotions were all mixed up as he approached his friend. On one hand he wanted no part of hurting Ray, either physically or emotionally. On the other hand however, his friends finely toned body stretched out in front of him, his only covering the small cotton bikini, that outlined Ray's basket perfectly, was sending a very different message to Kenny's own leather covered groin area. He had always admired Ray's independence, with his earrings, (although he now unwillingly had his own!) tattoos, and dyed hair. All things he wanted desperately to do, trying to fit in with his friends, but he lived under his mother's rules, and however much they argued, he still loved her, and respected her authority. While Kenny knew Ray was in love with Paul, he still held a slight crush on him, and now to see him strung up like this was oddly intoxicating. Kenny's private thoughts were interrupted by Marty.

"All right Kenny, let's find out where Ray is most ticklish." Marty said taking the feather from Kenny. He started to lightly graze it around Ray's nipples. Ray jumped slightly in his restraints. "That's always a good spot, and so it this one!" He next attacked the area right above Ray's belly button. This time he jerked violently.

"Fuck! Stop it!" He laughed and screamed at once.

"What, you don't like this?" Marty said, as he started on Ray's armpits.

"AGGH! OOOHHHHH, Shit!"

"OK Kenny, take this feather, and start tickling Mr. Tough guy here, and don't stop until I or the Doctor tell you too. Do you understand me?"

"Please uncle Marty, I can't do this to Ray," Kenny said, "Don't make me!"

SLAP! Kenny felt Marty's hand print burning into his cheek. "You will do as you're told or it will be both of you up there, and I will let the good Doctor work you over. You have just earned punishment Kenny, in a big way. Now start fucking tickling Ray, and I mean it. I will be right behind you with a riding crop to make sure you are doing a good job." Marty spun and picked up the crop offered by Schmidt, and waved it in front of Kenny's face.

With a shaking hand, Kenny started running the feather around Ray's chest. The chained skater punk started immediately trying to get away from the feather, but was held fast in his chains. The minute Ray jumped Kenny stopped and held the feather away. A viscous crack of the crop against his bare back however brought him back to his task. Soon Ray was laughing shouting and crying all at the same time. The teen was being driven crazy by the merciless attack on him, and he was bouncing all over as much as his bondage would allow.

"Please STOP! Aggh…Fuck pleeeeassse!" Ray sobbed.

CRACK! "Keep fucking tickling him Kenny! Danny get over here and help Kenny!"

Now Ray had two torturers working him over. He was by now totally out of control, blubbering to please stop and crying out. It was the worst thing he had ever felt in his life and he was powerless to get away from the vile feathers! The merciless tickling went on for about twenty minutes. Ray was screaming at the top of his lungs and jerking all over, while Marty and the Doctor rubbed their growing dicks through their leather pants. When Ray finally lost control of his bladder and started pissing himself, Marty finally told the two boys to stop.

This was what Marty and Schmidt had wanted. When Marty saw Ray start to cry, and saw the dark stain start to form in the front of his underwear, he ordered the two teenage torturers to cease their attack on Ray. He was leaning forward, hanging by his chains, with piss running down his legs and crying. This was the first step! "Look at your tough guy friend Kenny! He can't even take a little bit of friendly tickling before he pisses himself. Some tough guy skater he is! You're nothing but a little faggot queerboy, who now belongs to me, do you hear me Mr. Tough guy?" Marty was pulling Ray up buy his collar. "I fucking own you Ray, you are nothing but my property to do with as I please. I can't fucking believe you pissed your self. Why didn't you tell me you had to go?" Marty let go of the collar and started to laugh. Schmidt soon joined him.

Kenny felt terrible. He had caused Ray to humiliate himself in front of everyone. He was starting to cry himself and couldn't bear to look at his friend. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up as Danny gave him a reassuring squeeze, as if to say, "it's not your fault." Kenny knew this, but he just wished he wouldn't crumble so easily every time they ordered him to do something. The hopelessness of the whole situation just overwhelmed him at times. He didn't have time just now to think though, as Schmidt took over for Marty.

As Ray wobbled on his feet, crying from rage and shame, Schmidt walked up to him, also with a crop in hand. "So Ray, since you've ruined your brand new underpants that we so graciously gave you, I guess you want them any longer. That is disrespectful of you. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Ray looked up at Schmidt, and in a quivering voice said, "It wasn't my fault, you made them, make me do it!"

Schmidt shook his head, "No Ray, don't try to blame it on others, it is your fault, so I will punish you ja?"

"It's not my fault!" Ray was sobbing.

"Silence!" Schmidt screamed. "When I say it is your fault Ray, it is your fault." With one jerk, the Doctor ripped Ray's piss soaked underwear off of him. "I don't want to listen to you any longer!" He shoved the fouled bikini brief into Ray's mouth. Ray tried to struggle and keep his mouth shut, but it was no use. The Doctor won the brief contest, and Ray almost vomited, as he tasted his own urine in his mouth. Schmidt next used duct tape to fasten the gag in place. He clipped a leash to Ray's collar, then undid his arms and legs from the chains. Ray fell to the ground. Schmidt smacked him on his back with the crop. "Follow me, on your hands and knees punk." He led (nearly dragged) Ray over to a large wooden table that had a hand crank and ropes on both ends of it. Schmidt hit Ray with the crop again on his back, "Get on the table and lay down on your back boy!"

In the meantime Marty had Danny and Kenny repositioning the camera, encouraging them with occasional swats to their leather covered fannies. He had the boys stand at opposite ends of the table.

Ray wanted more then anything to strike out at Schmidt. His rage was building along with his humiliation, but his limbs were too sore from the earlier struggling while he was being tickled. Still, he had to try something! When he was getting up from all fours to sit on the table, he saw his chance. When Schmidt looked at Kenny for just a second, Ray kicked at his knee with all the strength he could muster. The big man let out a howl of pain and dropped to the floor. Ray ripped the tape off his mouth, spit out the foul underwear and screamed for Kenny to run for the door, while he kicked the Doctor while he was down. Unfortunately, Kenny was not ready for this move and he hesitated. That was all the time Marty needed to grab the unsuspecting lad. Ray was about to make for the door as well, when he saw Marty hold a knife to Kenny's neck.

"That will be about enough of the heroics Ray," Marty started. "If you lay one hand on the doorknob, which is locked anyhow by the way, I will cut your little friend here's throat."

A panting Ray just stood and stared at Marty, who held a sobbing Kenny tightly around his chest. Kenny was looking at Ray through his mask. "I, I'm sorry Ray, I didn't know!"

"Shut up!" Marty screamed, pressing the knife closer to Kenny's throat. Schmidt was now getting up as well. "Ray, get back on the table and lay down on your back right now!" He jerked Kenny again.

Now totally defeated, Ray got on to the table and lay down on his back on the smooth wooden surface. He was choking back tears.

Marty shoved Kenny forward. "You two, clip the ropes to his cuffs, NOW!" He smacked Kenny as hard as he could on his lower back with the crop, causing Kenny to yelp in pain, before attaching Ray's compliant wrists to the ropes. Danny, who stood dumfounded throughout the whole episode, was jolted into action himself, hooking first the left, then the right ankle of poor Ray up to the tables restraining ropes. Kenny was totally ashamed of himself, thinking he had let Ray down, even though the door to the dungeon was always locked, and Ray could have never escaped even if they had made it to the door.

Schmidt was now looking down at Ray, having recovered from the painful blow to his knee. He held Ray's chin in his hand and spoke, "That was a very foolish thing to do Ray. Still, I do admire you tenacity. I will make you pay for it of course, but I do admire it." He slapped Ray lightly across the face, left and right a few times. Then he looked right into Ray's eyes, and Ray could see the doctor's eyes seem to turn ever crueler all at once. He reared back and slammed his fist into Ray's belly, instantly knocking all the wind out of Ray! While the poor skater started gasping for air and wreathing in his bonds, Marty ordered Danny and Kenny to start turning the hand cranks, slowly removing the slack in Ray's bondage. While the two unwilling torturer's apprentices stretched Ray's body tight, Schmidt asked Marty to retrieve his medical bag, that he used with Kenny before lunch.

Ray, having partially got his breath back now, was stretched out in an X, and as the two other boys cranked on the ratchet type handles, was getting pulled taught. He was starting to sweat, and moan as he got pulled tighter and tighter. Schmidt ran his hand over Ray's tight belly, and decided he was sufficiently tight.

"Very good boys, stop cranking," the Doctor ordered. He ran his finger down Ray's taut chest passing his navel and down to his bald groin area. Ray shuddered slightly. Schmidt rubbed his fingers together and made a face. "You still have piss all over you Ray. We shall have to take care of that." He looked at Danny then at Kenny, "You two, up on the table and clean up Ray's legs." Kenny looked questioningly at the man. "Use your tongue idiot! Do you need some more encouragement?" He picked up the riding crop again.

Kenny, who was totally terrified after seeing Ray get hit, jumped up on the table between Ray's legs. Not knowing exactly where to start, the fifteen-year-old, straddled Ray's right leg, and started licking his knee. Danny hopped up and went to work on the left leg.

"That's it boys, lick his legs clean, and make sure you get his feet too," Schmidt said while rubbing his dick with hand. He took his crop and ran it up the inside of Kenny's thigh while he was licking Ray's upper leg, casing him to flinch is surprise. Schmidt's dick was getting bigger by the moment as he watched the two skinny leather clad boys work over the tight as a violin string skater punk. He noticed Ray's own cock, was about one quarter erect now, obviously the effect of two hot boys giving him a tongue bath was getting to him. The Doctor squeezed himself through his leather pants one more time, then made sure he was getting all this on video. "OK boys, Ray is clean enough for now, get off, face the camera and take your shorts off."

Kenny crawled off the table and faced the camera. His face was burning wish shame, for as everyone in the room was about to find out, he had a tremendous hard on. While he hated taking part in Ray's torture, and the taste of Ray's piss was horrid, he got terribly turned on while straddling his leg and licking his mentors legs from top to bottom, especially when he was near that beautiful bald cock. He undid the zippers on the German style shorts, and slid the suspenders over his shoulder, then looked at his feet, as he slowly peeled off the tight leather shorts. Both boys were wearing red jockstraps that matched the color of the socks peeking out the tops of their knee high boots, but as Kenny stepped out of his leiderhosen, the outline of his erect member could be seen straining to peek out the top of the large elastic waistband. He couldn't face Ray he was so embarrassed!

Marty showed up just then and was the first to comment. "Hey nice tent you've got there Kenny, your getting to be as much of a little slut whore as Danny. Danny, why don't you get down on your knees and get Kenny even more worked up. It will make for nice viewing on the tape."

"Yes Uncle Marty," Danny automatically replied, and knelt in front of the red faced kid. He grabbed Kenny's naked buns and started to lick up and down on the red cotton pouch of Kenny's jock. Kenny immediately went weak in the knees, as the feeling of attention to his dick by anyone other then he was still a new and powerful stimulus. While Kenny was moaning with lust, Ray was watching from the table and saw the two men rubbing themselves while they watched the show in front of them. As much as Ray hated to admit it to himself, it was quite an erotic display and he could feel his own dick rolling around on his washboard stomach as it started to harden. The two teens, dressed in red jocks, black masks, and combat boots in front of their friend stretched out on a make shift rack, was getting both the Doctor and Marty very turned on. Before long the two men had their pants down and were jacking themselves off, while they watched the show. While they both would love to join in, they knew they could sell this video for more if they stayed out of the picture. Besides, there would be plenty of time for that later! Danny didn't even get a chance to pull the jock out of the way before Kenny let out his now familiar orgasm squeal, and started shooting his jock pouch full of cum, that Danny sucked through the sopping wet jock strap. Danny actually liked Kenny, and liked having sex with some dudes his own age for a change, so he had attacked Kenny's turgid rod with zeal. As he sucked Kenny's cum from him, he was rubbing himself through his jock.

"Kenny, we are going to have to train you not to cum so fast!" Marty said. "Leave your jock strap on and feel your scum so you will think about learning some more control." (As if any fifteen year old boy, can control himself!) "Danny, get up on the table and feed Ray your cock, you deserve a cum for that. What do you say?"

"Thank you Uncle Marty," Danny replied. He stripped off his red jock, and hopped up on the table. Next he straddled Ray, with his knees on either side of the stretched out skater dudes chest. He cupped Ray's head with his hand, and fed his six-inch cut penis into Ray's mouth. Ray, stretched out, humiliated, and defeated from his botched attempt at escape, meekly opened his mouth and allowed entry of the cute blonde's dick. He started running his studded tongue under Danny's ridge, causing the boy to purr like a kitten as he started undulating his hips while he fucked Ray's face.

Schmidt was enjoying the show, but now that Kenny was but a bystander, he told him to come kneel before he and Marty. The look on Kenny's face told the two men he did not want to do this, but one look from the both of them, left him knowing he was powerless to do anything else. He went to the two men, looking at his feet with the mess in his jockstrap squishing as he walked, and got on his knees before the two huge cocks in front of him. Marty grabbed Kenny's hair roughly and said, "ask the Doctor nicely if you can suck his cock!"

Kenny wanted to so much be like Ray. He yearned to have the courage to tell these guys to fuck off, or to hit one of them! Instead, he heard himself say in a quiet whisper, "Please Herr Doctor, may I suck your c, cock?"

"Yes you may, thank you Kenny, but if I feel any teeth, or you don't swallow all of my seed, I shall punish you!" With that said, Marty pushed Kenny's head toward Schmidt's enormous penis. His large foreskin was only slightly peeled back, so Marty also grabbed Kenny's hand and moved it to the Doc's cock.

"Peel the skin back first Kenny, then stick your tongue all over inside there," Marty instructed.

Kenny could taste the residue of dried cum from when Ray had blown Schmidt earlier as he started to slobber over the Doctor's dick. He had never scene an uncut cock before, and was fascinated with it. Marty leg go of Kenny and let him go at his task on his own, so he could jerk off as he watched both blow jobs in progress.

Ray was completely swallowing Danny's dick as the blonde force-fed his cock into the restrained skater. Danny's eyes were closed and he had a look of ecstasy on his face as his shiny wet dick slid in and out of Ray's mouth like a plunger in a cannon barrel. Ray's cock was semi erect as he pleasured the youth, indicating despite what these bastards were doing to him, he was at heart, a born dick licker.

Kenny on the other hand, was quite new to the art of fellatio, and was having trouble even getting a third of Schmidt's enormous fuck too into his mouth. This fact didn't seem to bother the Doctor however, as he just grabbed a handful of Kenny's brown hair and pulled his face into his crotch. Marty, while still watching Danny feed his cock to Ray, got behind Kenny and started rutting against his back, pushing as Schmidt pulled. Suddenly, Schmidt muttered something in a foreign language and yanked Kenny hard, almost choking him on his cock, and proceeded to pump voluminous loads of spunk down Kenny's throat. The poor young gay kid, was not yet used to this, and despite his warning to swallow all, could not help but cough some up and pull back from Schmidt's drooling fuck handle. Schmidt just rubbed his gooey dick all over Kenny's face, leaving big cum tracks all over it and his black leather mask. When Marty saw the cute boy's face covered in cum tracks, it pushed him over the edge and he shot his load all over Kenny's back. When he had pumped out his last drop, Marty wiped off his still semi erect dick with Kenny's hair, and after Schmidt finished wiping his slimy tool of on Kenny, both men drug the sticky lad over to watch Danny's impending rapture.

When Danny saw his fellow boot wearing whore boy placed in front of him, directly behind Ray, his dick gave a twitch. The sight of jizz all over him made Kenny look like a slutty whore boy, and it pressed a mental button in the blonde sex slave. Danny clamped his thighs tightly around Ray's shorn head, shouted out, "I'm going to cum Ray!" and fired a load of Danny spunk so hard into Ray, that if felt like it went straight to his stomach. Ray who was much more experienced then Kenny tried to swallow all of the sexy little chicken's load, but as his head was at an odd angle due to his bondage, only managed about half of it, resulting in a milky white trail dribbling over his chin and down his cheeks. Danny almost fell off Ray from the exhaustion of the orgasm, but he managed to crawl off and stand in front of the two men. He knew the penalty if he didn't follow the rules. "Thank you for the privilege of allowing me to cum Uncle Marty"

"Very good Danny, you are quite welcome. Both of you have ten minutes to shower, use the toilet and get back here. I want you back here dressed in clean white briefs. The ones with the blue and gold stripes on the waistband with a white T-shirt tucked into them along with your white tube socks with the blue and gold stripes on the tops. Kenny you are to be naked except for some black ankle socks and sandals. You can wear the new Adidas socks that I just bought Danny, and I am sure he has some nice sport sandals that will fit you. Put all your dirty clothes in your cell, and you can clean them tonight. When you both are ready, I want both of you back here. Kenny needs some more training today. Am I clear?"

"Yes Uncle Marty," both boys responded, almost in unison. Kenny blushed as he realized he was to be further humiliated, but said nothing as he followed Danny to a welcome cleaning up. Both boys left toward the bathroom, leaving the two men alone to leer down at cum coated, stretched out Ray.

Ray looked up at the men staring back at him, but kept silent. He knew he was totally at their mercy and did not want to antagonize them any more then he already had. Marty ran his finger along Ray's cheek, scooping up a gob of Danny's jizz as he did so. He held his finger to Ray's lips, and without him asking Ray opened his mouth and started sucking it.

"That's a good boy Ray. I see you're finally starting to see my point of view." Marty started to rub Ray's chest with his free hand. While he started this Ray couldn't help notice Schmidt pulling on another pair of surgical gloves. "You will make a good little punk boy slave yet Ray, but you still need some work. Would you like the Doctor and me to help you be a good punk boy slave Ray?" As he asked the question he grabbed Ray's right nipple and pinched it as hard as he could between his thumb and forefinger.

"AAGGH!" Ray screamed in pain. "YES, Fuck let go! Please!"

"Ask me what you like us to do Ray, and ask politely the way you are supposed to!"

"P, please Uncle Marty, w, would you and Dr. Schmidt help me?"

"Help you what Ray?" He now twisted both nipples.

"OWWWWWWCH!" Ray's chest was heaving "Please help me be a better punk boy slave, PLEASE!"

Marty let go of Ray's sore nipples. "Why Ray, if that is what you want, we would be delighted to help. Wouldn't we Doc.?"

"Of course we would Martin." Schmidt replied. "Ray, you already have some wonderful jewelry, but I think I want to try some more out on you." The "doctor" started to wipe Ray's belly button out with an alcohol soaked cotton ball. "First we shall start with your navel here. Would you like a nice ring in your Navel Ray?"

Ray new he had no say in what they did with him in his current position. While a navel ring didn't bother him in the least, the thought of Schmidt touching him revolted him. Still, to avoid any more torture, he answered, "Yes Herr Doctor, please pierce my navel."

"Very nice Ray," Marty said. "A good punk slave, always has lots of piercings. What would you recommend Doc?"

"I think a ten gauge half inch barbell would look nice, you will find one in my kit Martin." As Schmidt was talking Ray was looking at the large needle that he was cleaning. Oh fuck, he thought, that thing is huge! He closed his eyes when he saw him put the point of the curved instrument into his belly button. While piercings of this type are not normally that painful, Schmidt took extra care to go as slowly with possible with Ray. His knee still hurt! Ray was almost screaming just from the anticipation of pain when he felt Marty hold down his stomach. "Don't flinch Ray, or this will hurt much worse and you will ruin the piercing," Schmidt admonished him. He plunged the needle into Ray's tender flesh. Ray sucked in his breath as the man slowly and methodically passed the needle through his skin. He smiled when he noticed Ray's toes all curled from the pain. All too soon for Schmidt, but what seemed an eternity to Ray, his new surgical steel jewelry was in place. Marty let go of Ray.

"Now he looks even more like a faggot whore boy Doc. That's good, but I think Ray would like to look more slutty," Marty said. "Why don't you ask the Doctor to make you look like more of faggot slut boy Ray."

A single tear from the pain was running down Ray's cheek, mixing with the dried cum already there. He now started to sob for real. "Please make me look more like a faggot slut boy Herr Doctor." They were winning thought Ray. He was breaking! Still, he didn't have any will left today to resist the two sadists.

"You want to look that way, because that is what you are," Marty said. "Isn't that right Ray? Tell me and the Doc what you are Ray."

"I, I am a gay skater punk."

"That's right Ray, you are a gay skater punk, but you're a total faggot slut whore of one aren't you?" Marty flicked his new belly button ring.

"OW! Yes, I am a faggot slut uncle Marty"

Both men started to laugh evilly. This was the most fun the two friends had had in a while. "Very well Raymond," the Doctor said. "I think I can help you some more. Do you know what a guiche piercing is?"

"A, a what Herr Doctor?" Ray asked, confused.

"A guiche, boy. It's right here," Schmidt said pulling Ray's flaccid dick up and rubbing his finger over the area where his dick met his body, just under his ball sack. "I think a nice ten gauge half inch ring will do nicely for here."

This frightened Ray terribly! "Please, not there Doctor! Please NO!"

"Ray, remember what you are!" said Marty, "A good punk boy slave doesn't argue with his masters. You are getting a guiche piercing Ray because a stupid faggot punk like you needs to look like one. Now ask the Doctor nicely to pierce you again or I will get very angry. Would you like me to get angry Ray?"

Totally defeated, and terrified, Ray answered meekly, "No uncle Marty I wouldn't. Please Herr Doctor, give me my next piercing."

Schmidt and Marty exchanged glances. Their plan was going along nicely. The once proud rebel was beginning to bend to their will. To them this was almost as much fun as the sex itself. The fact that he did look so hot, and would be a great fuck didn't hurt either! Marty held Ray's dick out of the way while Schmidt prepared the area of skin for the piercing. The guiche (pronounced like geesh) was one of Schmidt's favorite places to pierce his boy's. It was a very sensitive area, and it looked hot on a naked slave boy on all fours!

Ray was trembling with fear, as he could not see what was going on under his dick. To make matters worse, Marty was starting to jack him off while he held his penis out of the way for Schmidt to do his work. Schmidt was kinder this time, and did the job as quickly as he could. Ray still gave a small yelp however when the needle went through the ultra sensitive skin between his anus and scrotum. It was soon over though, and he now sported a gold ring through the new whole in his body.

"Not so bad, was is Ray?" Marty asked.

"No Uncle Marty," Ray responded in a monotone. Just then he noticed that Kenny and Danny had witnessed his second "operation" and were standing quietly off to the side. Both boy's had semi stiff dicks after watching this procedure, but Kenny's was more obvious as he was naked but for the Adidas black ankle socks and Adidas sandals. Danny's crisp white briefs left no doubt of his state of arousal however, as a considerable tent was visible.

"That's right Ray, and to show you I am a good Master, I will see to it that you get laid today. Would you like to cum today Ray?"

This was an odd question, and Ray was almost not sure he heard it correctly. "What sir?"

"I thought I was pretty clear Ray, I am assuming you have fucked other boys before haven't you?"

Ray, who didn't like to think of his lover as just "a boy", answered quietly. "Yes Uncle Marty, I have fucked other boys before."

"And I assume you can rim a boy as well?"

Ray's face flushed, "Yes, I can give rim job." Ray was afraid of where this was going. His fears were confirmed.

"That's what I thought. I knew a slutty faggot like you should have lots of experience. Well Kenny here, has only had Danny's little kid dick up his butt, so I think he needs to get more used to having a cock up his ass before I take him to bed with me tonight. I thought I would give you a nice present for being so good during your punishment so I am going to let Kenny here take a squat on your dick!"

Both younger boys blushed while listening to Marty. Danny for his teen hood being called a "kid dick" and Kenny for hearing what was going to happen. Both were also ashamed to be so turned on by watching Ray get rings placed into such intimate areas. Kenny was particularly mortified however, as not only was he going to get fucked by Ray, (which he had mixed emotions about) but the reference of him spending the night in Marty's bed was too much to bear! He started to wring his hands nervously when Marty told him to get over and squat on Ray's face.

"Gotta get your shit hole all nice and wet for your queerboy skater friend's pole to go up it nice and easy. Wouldn't want to break it off in mid stroke!" Marty joked. This kind of talk made Kenny's smooth cheeks burn with shame, and almost in a trance he climbed up and squatted over Ray. The worst part of this was that his dick was now at full attention, revealing how turned on at the thought of sex with his friend he really was, despite the perverted circumstances.

"Start slicking his fuck tunnel up Ray," Marty instructed, "and Danny get on Ray's cock and get it nice and wet and slippery." Both went to work as ordered, with Ray sticking his studded tongue into Kenny's valley of pleasure, while Danny attacked Ray's cock with his velvet tongue.

It wasn't long before Ray was at full hardness (despite the stretching of his tender just pierced skin in that area!) and Kenny, who was fully erect before he even mounted his best friend's face, was now leaking a steady stream of pre cum out of his dick. The effect of the tongue stud on his puckered love button was incredible! Soon Kenny felt him self being lifted off Ray's face by Marty and the Doctor and pulled back over Ray's groin.

"All right Kenny. Now would you like Ray to fuck you?"

Kenny looked from Marty to Ray, who was looking up at him with a line of drool on his chin from his just complete rimming. Kenny was torn between being totally turned on, and feeling bad because of it, and knowing he really didn't have any say in any of this. "Yes please," he said before he even realized it. He had just asked to have something happen that he had dreamed about, albeit hardly under these twisted circumstances!

Schmidt squirted some lube into his hand, jacked Ray a couple of times slicking up his cock then held it straight out from his body. Marty positioned Kenny's spit lubed rose bud over it then said, "OK cutie pie," pinching a butt cheek, "Sit down on Ray's cock and fuck yourself with his dick!"

For reasons Kenny couldn't comprehend, he was totally turned on by this talk and started slowly sit down on Ray. He felt the slickend tip of Ray's turgid rod sliding at his back door, and with the help of his own weight guided into his love canal as he squatted down. For the second time in his fifteen years (and that day for that matter), Kenny had a dick up his ass, and while still slightly painful, he was beginning to like the feeling. Marty slapped his butt and told him to start riding Ray's cock for all it was worth!

Ray had mixed emotions as well, as he watched the look of lust and pleasure on his younger friend's face while he lowered himself onto his dick. The bound seventeen year old skater had to admit his friend looked kind of sexy, bouncing up and down on him with just his socks and sandals on while his own dribbling dick bounced with him. He also had to admit that Kenny had one of the tightest asses he had ever fucked in his own short fucking career! Lust was rapidly taking over both boys and they needed no more prodding from the perverted ringleaders of this sex circus!

Schmidt was so turned on watching Kenny impale himself on Ray, that he grabbed Danny, and yanked the blonde's tight white briefs down to his knees. While watching his best friend Marty video the fuck show in front of them, Schmidt bent Danny over a chair and started to fuck the blonde slave. Danny was quite used to the treatment and started to respond to the invasion just as he had been trained. He feared soon, both of the new additions would be just as docile and willing.

While he felt Kenny riding up and down on him, Ray heard Kenny squeal and saw him fire his third load of jizz for the day all over his chest. Kenny almost stopped the bouncing on Ray's cock while in the throes of his orgasm, but Marty would have none of it! "Keep fucking yourself kid, this is for Ray, not you! When you get fucked, it is not for your pleasure!" He slapped Kenny's butt with the riding crop. "Bounce kid, BOUNCE!" With renewed vigor, Kenny started riding Ray's cock, taking the entire six inches into his bowels and then backing out almost all the way. The feeling on Ray's cock, plus the look of pleasure of his friend's face was pushing Ray toward the limit. He was trying to make the feeling last, but suddenly Marty rubbed the area around Ray's guiche, and Ray was overcome with one of the most powerful orgasms of his young life! He screamed out and his cum rocket fired round after round into Kenny's stretched out ass canal. Kenny kept up his bouncing until finally Ray's slimy cock fell out of his ass, and Marty allowed him to collapse on top of Ray. Kenny started crying and hugged Ray's head, saying "I'm so sorry Ray, I, I don't know…"

"Shh, its all right buddy," Ray whispered. "Don't worry about it, I love you."

"Oh, isn't that cute," Marty said sarcastically and pulled Kenny by his collar onto the floor again. He noticed Ray's cum dripping out of Kenny's ass and running down his smooth inner thighs. This turned him on immensely. "Hey Doc, when your done, you can let Danny help Ray here clean up and put him to bed. Let yourself out and I will call you in a couple of days, all right?" Without even waiting for an answer, he starting yanking the now scared shitless Kenny by his collar toward the door to the main house. Kenny started panicking, but he was far too weak for his horny perverted master, dragging him effortlessly toward his bedroom. Kenny realized the implications of where he was going and what was going to happen, but was powerless to stop it. He cried out in desperation for Ray to help, even though his recent sex partner was still stretched out tightly on the wooden table; sticky with dried cum and spit, and sore from the recent holes pierced in his seventeen year old body.

"Sure Martin. No problem," the Doc said without missing a stroke. He was building to another climax himself. He saw Marty dragging Kenny out of the dungeon up to his own bedroom where he was sure the youngster was in for a long night of forced sex. Just that thought alone pushed him over and he pulled Danny tightly toward him and held him there while he deposited his seed deep into Danny's bowels. As it was his third for the day as well, he didn't produce much, but the feeling was still exquisite! When he was done he pushed Danny off of his softening cock and forced the kid to kneel and clean his dick off with his mouth while a morose Ray looked on. He pulled Danny's briefs back up over his now dripping butthole and tucked his undershirt back into them.

As Schmidt was gathering his belongings, he told Danny to untie Ray and help him back to his cell. He also told Danny how to care for Ray's new piercings so they wouldn't become infected. After bending down and licking Ray's face, much to the spent skate punks chagrin, Herr Doctor bid both boys goodnight and let himself out of the dungeon. Danny quickly untied Ray and helped him over to the cot in his cell. He looked at Danny and started to cry. The tough kid was shattered! Danny embraced Ray and just let the older boy cry himself to sleep. Danny gently laid Ray out on the cot, and tended to the tortured sleeping teen. After tending to his piercings and washing the funk off of him, he laid down next to him. Danny had made up his mind; they had to get out of here. He would start to help Ray plan an escape as soon as he could! Danny fell asleep pressing his damp briefs up against Ray's naked torso, dreaming of a better life. He somehow felt more secure with the older boy snuggled next to him. It gave him some courage for the first time in a long while.

Meanwhile, back near Milwaukee, on the road by the lake, Mike, Paul and Drew were looking under the hood of Ray's abandoned Cutlass. More correctly, Mike was looking and doing the talking and the other two were staring, as they knew nothing about cars. "The only thing I can see in coolant all over the place in here. It looks like he blew a hose. Lets go back Ray's house and get his tools, and guys, we don't tell anyone about this yet. Right?" The other two agreed. Paul was inside looking for Ray's hidden spare Keys when he found a piece of paper under the front seat. He unfolded it and started to read it.

"Hey Mike, Drew, I found something here!"

Chapter 5

"Do you have a better idea?" Mike replied. "It looks like he and Kenny have been grabbed by someone, and we need to get em back. We are almost there, so just wait till we get to the gate on this map, and we will find a place to lay low and figure out our next move."

"I still say we should have called the cops. I don't like lying to their Moms about this."

"You know how Ray feels about the cops. Shit, you know how the cops feel about Ray! They would want to ask a bunch more stuff and take forever, and then just say he just ran away or some shit. Come on man, think of all the shit he's done for all of us."

"I know, I know, I'm just scared. I don't like having a gun near me either. Where did you get that?"

"Never mind, I don't like it either, and I hope I don't have to use it, but I want to be prepared. Shit, that looks like the turnoff."

The cutlass slowed as it turned up a deserted road in the forest and proceeded slowly until it came to a gate in the road. They drove back about a mile till they found a place where they could hide the car. The two boys that had been asleep in the back looked drowsily up from the back seat. "OK guys, this looks like the place," Mike said. "Let's get some sleep for a few hours and then we will think about this."

Meanwhile, six hours later and about two miles away…

Ray woke up lying on his stomach, feeling himself being washed with a sponge. He looked over his shoulder to see Danny straddling him on his knees, gently scrubbing his back. Ray was still naked from the night before, and Danny was wearing a clean pair of black boxer briefs with a white waistband and the same long white socks. "Just relax Ray, I need to wash your piercings so they don't get infected, and I figured I would get the rest of you while I was at it" Danny said.

"I can wash myself Danny, get off me," Ray snapped. When he saw the hurt look on Danny's face he regretted saying it so sharply. "I'm sorry dude, I didn't mean to snap at you like that. I'm just pissed off about this whole mess."

Danny hopped off of Ray and put down the sponge. "That's OK Ray. I just want you guys to be my friends! I haven't had any in a long time."

Ray turned over on his back, "We are your friends Danny, and we are going to figure out a way to get out of here."

Danny shifted on his feet, then got down to whisper to Ray, "Well, I didn't want to tell you guys until I got to know you, but I left a note in your car telling about me, and where this house is. I hope I didn't screw up the directions, cuz I memorized the way on the trip down to when Marty grabbed you two."

"Good job dude, hopefully someone will find the car and look in it. Not many people go down that road though, although my friends do on the way to the lake. Still, we have to keep our eyes open. Marty is going to screw up somehow. There are three of us and one of him, but we can't be too careful, so for now lets just wait for another opportunity. Let me think," Ray said. "Fuck this hurts," fingering his new navel jewelry.

"Here, lay back and let me put some peroxide on it," said Danny. Ray let him self be pushed back onto his back and watched as Danny carefully took a cotton ball and started cleaning his new piercing. He wanted to rip the thing out right now, but didn't want to take a chance of Marty punishing him again. He needed to get his strength. It's not that he even minded having his navel or his guiche pierced, but the fact that it was decided for him and done against his will. He continued to watch as Danny gently had Ray move his legs up and expose his private area to him so he could disinfect the other new ring. Ray flinched slightly as the younger kid gently cleaned around the ultra sensitive area. Ray's dick started to get hard much to his embarrassment.

"Sorry Danny, it just feels funny. Normally my boyfriend Paul is the only one who touches me down there," a red faced Ray said.

"Well he's not here and this has to be done, so don't worry dude. Paul huh? I thought Kenny was your boyfriend.

"No, Kenny is just a good friend of mine. He was a lonely gay kid with no friends until I kind of forced the truth out of him. This is really going to fuck him up I think. He was just starting to be comfortable with being gay, and I think he was going to ask another friend out the day that prick upstairs tricked us." Just talking about it got Ray pissed, and then afraid at the same time as he thought of Kenny upstairs with that bastard.

"Wow. I'm sorry Ray, its all my fault, I should have shouted at you guys or something." Danny said, while absent-mindedly rubbing the area between Ray's ballsack and love whole. "I was just too afraid of Marty. I am his slave boy."

"Bullshit!" Ray said, sitting up. "Listen dude, he took advantage of you when you were vulnerable and young. You are not anyone's slave and you don't belong to anyone but yourself. We will get out of this together dude, I promise."

Tears welled in Danny's eyes and the two boys embraced. They held the hug for what seemed like an hour, and finally broke it when Danny leaned back. "Thank you Ray. I want to do something for you now, that I have never done because I wanted to before."

Danny knelt in front of Ray and took his limp cock into his mouth. Ray was surprised, and felt like telling the kid he didn't have to do this, that he shouldn't do this, but he didn't want to hurt him anymore. Nature soon took its course anyway, and Ray's pleasure rod started to respond to the young cock suckers attention. Ray spread his legs a bit and sighed as his dick was soon at full attention. "Oh god Danny!" he mumbled, trying not to think of his real boyfriend, or of what poor Kenny was going through. Right now he was sharing a moment with his fellow captive. He put his hands on the blonde's head and started to feed his cock to the greedily sucking boy at his groin. The two were so into each other that they didn't notice Marty sneak into the room.

"Well isn't this pretty!" Marty said sarcastically. "I can see that I can't trust you two little faggot whores to behave yourselves even for one fucking night on your own!"

Danny jumped back and stood up, and Ray's cock immediately started to wilt. "I'm sorry Uncle Marty it's all my fault!" Danny started to explain.

He was cut short with a slap to the face, which knocked him over. Ray saw this and was about to react, but Marty was quicker and punched the naked youth in the gut.

"You little fuckers! Marty shouted angrily. No one has sex here without my say so. You know that Danny! I don't care how big of flaming faggots you both are!" He grabbed Danny and pulled him out of the cell, leaving Ray behind and locking the door. "Take your underpants off and put them in your mouth Danny, I will be right back. Don't you fucking move or make a sound do you understand me?"

Tears were flowing from Danny's eyes as he nodded yes with his black boxer briefs sticking out of his mouth. Marty stormed out of the dungeon. He was very frightened, as he had been the recipient far too often of Marty's anger. His knees were knocking together, as Marty returned to the room with Kenny in tow. Even though he was terrified however, Danny forgot about himself momentarily when he saw Kenny and how he was dressed!

Kenny had dried tears on his face as Marty shoved him through the door into the dungeon where he noticed Danny standing in front of Ray's locked cell. The blonde kid was naked but for his white tube socks, and had underwear sticking out of his mouth. As shocking as this would have been two days ago, Kenny didn't even think twice about it. He was too embarrassed at what he looked like and was trying to block out the previous night in Marty's bedroom.

Kenny was terrified as he was pulled out of the dungeon the night before. Up till now through this nightmare, at least Ray was close by. Now he was alone with this scary man. He thought of escape, but knew it was impossible, not just because of his own cowardice, but because even if he managed to get away, Ray and Danny were locked away in the basement, and there is no telling what would happen to them. So when Mary through him on the huge four poster king sized bed in his room, he curled up in a fetal position and waited for the worst. He could still feel Ray's cum dribbling out of his ass. He didn't have to wait long.

Marty was leering at this scared pup on his bed. God how he loved this! He started rubbing his leather-covered crotch in anticipation, before sitting down on a chair next to his bed. "Get over here and take my boots off boy," Marty ordered propping his feet up on the bed, "and take off those sandals too, I don't want you messing up my sheets. Geeze, go wipe your ass too, your leaking all over the place. Get on your hands and knees on the way to the bathroom boy. You're not allowed to walk upstairs understand?"

"Yes Uncle Marty," Kenny replied. He undid the sport sandals he was wearing, and was now only wearing the black ankle length socks and his slave collar. He got off the bed and walked on his hands and knees to the bathroom, where with Marty watching from his chair, he wiped his ass with some tissue, cleaning the dripping goo as best he could.

"That's good enough boy, get back over here and get to my boots," Marty said, enjoying humiliating this cute kid by making crawl around. He had much more in mind tonight!

Kenny crawled over to and got up on the bed where Marty's boots were resting on the mattress and started undoing the buckles on the black biker boots his master was wearing. It took not a little effort for Kenny to pull the boots off. Marty ordered him to place them neatly by the bed and get back to his feet.

"Very good Kenny, now take off my socks," Marty instructed. When Kenny moved to take them off Marty interrupted him. "Ah, ah. Not with your hands you stupid slave. With your mouth!" Marty took his white-socked left foot and placed it over Kenny's face. "There is nothing better then boy tongue on my feet Kenny, so it is your job tonight to give my a foot bath with your sweet little mouth. Get my socks nice and wet before you pull em off." With that he pushed his toes into Kenny's unwilling mouth.

Kenny wanted to puke. Marty's disgusting sweat sock was being fed to into his mouth and he was trying not to do anything, but his saliva glands wouldn't cooperate. He was soon drooling all over the invading sock, and Marty was had his other foot behind his head forcing him to go down on it more.

"Yeah, that's it. Suck my sock you fucking whore. I know you love it, you are a born slave. You have just been waiting your whole life for someone like me to come along and train you. You will thank me someday Kenny! Don't give me that eye boy or you will regret it. Keep sucking you worthless punk!" Marty was rubbing his crotch the whole time he was verbally abusing Kenny. "Take that sock off now whore, I know you can't wait to clean between my toes with that velvet little tongue."

Disgusted as he was, Kenny had no choice but to obey. He pulled Marty's now spit soaked left sock off with his teeth and spit it out. It was immediately replaced by Marty's right foot and the process was repeated and Kenny, with Kenny on his hand and knees licking and sucking Marty's cotton covered foot until it was sopping wet. A large string of drool was leaking out of Kenny's mouth as he pulled off the other sock. He was then forced to lick all over Marty's feet, including between his toes just as Marty had promised. Kenny could taste the funk of the larger man's feet, as he alternately fed him a foot and rubbed the other around his face. Suddenly with no warning, Marty pulled his foot out and pushed Kenny back with his foot, resulting in the naked boy almost falling of the bed.

"Very good Kenny. You are turning out to be a great slave boy. Thank me for letting you suck my feet"

Kenny had sunk too low to offer any resistance at this point. "Thank you for letting me suck your feet Uncle Marty," he replied wishing he could spit. He got back up on his knees.

Marty stood up, still rubbing his crotch. "Get your worthless ass into the bathroom cunt, and get in the tub on all fours facing away from the faucet. Take your socks off first." Kenny took off his socks and crawled into the bathroom wondering what possibly could be next. While he was in the tub awaiting his fate, Marty was stripping his tight leather pants off as well as his vest, leaving his fairly well muscled body naked except for a white Bike jock strap. He continued to stroke his growing cock through the cotton of his jock as he walked into the room and feasted his eyes on the cowering, naked and collared beauty crouched on all fours in his large bathtub.

Kenny, who was facing away from Marty, could not see his Master and abuser, filling the rubber bottles up with the soapy water, he could only hear him going through the motions. He wanted badly to look back, but was also afraid to at the same time, so he just closed his eyes and waited. Marty hung the bottle from a hook on the wall behind Kenny, and placed the nozzle between Kenny's ass cheeks. "Spread your legs boy, show uncle Marty your slimy little boy pussy."

Kenny blushed at thought of his ass being a "boy pussy" but he spread his legs as he was told. The next thing he felt was the plastic tip of the enema nozzle being shoved none too gently up his rectum. He winced in pain as Marty shoved it in as far as it would go, the only lube being Ray's left over cum that hadn't already spilled down his thighs. Marty laughed at his obvious discomfort. "Here you go boy, I need that cunt clean before I put my dick in it!" With that said, Marty turned the valve on the nozzle hooked up to the first bottle to start the flow of hot soapy water into Kenny's belly.

"While I'm cleaning out your snatch kid, you can start on my dick with that hot little toe sucker of yours," Marty said, coming around to the front of the kneeling boy. He sat in the tub facing Kenny putting his legs on either side of him. "Start working my jock with that tongue of yours, you little cunt."

Never having experienced an enema before, the feeling of the hot water entering his bowels was scary to Kenny. On top of the pain of having the foreign object shoved up his ass, now he felt like he was blowing up like a balloon, as his abdomen extended! The last thing on earth he wanted to do was to lick Marty's nasty crotch, especially while he still had the funky taste of his feet in his mouth. He had no say though, and he knew it, so when Marty grabbed his collar and pulled his face into his bulging pouch, Kenny meekly started licking the ribbed cotton material.

"That's it whore, lick your uncles manly jock while he cleans out your love tunnel, yeahhhh!"

"MMpphhh," Kenny was starting to cramp up in his gut as he tried to concentrate on his task.

"Hold it in punk, if you leak even a drop out of your pussy, I'll make you lick it up," Marty warned.

Kenny continued to whimper, but he kept licking for the next ten minutes while Marty continued to verbally abuse the poor kid the whole time. After what seemed an eternity to Kenny, Marty pushed his face off his now soaked with spit jock strap, stood up and got out of the tub. "Now what did I tell you would happen if you let anything out before I give you permission?"

"I, I will have to lick it up Uncle Marty," Replied a gasping Kenny. It was taking everything he had to hold the mixture in, but he sure as hell didn't like the alternative. It was even harder to hold inside when without ceremony Marty pulled the nozzle out of his ass. Poor Kenny squealed, and clamped his butt cheeks together, and miraculously he held everything inside him.

"Not bad cunt, now squat over the drain."

Kenny did as he was told, and was squatting over the drain trying with all his might to keep his bowels from emptying. "Please Uncle Marty, I, I can't hold it much longer!" he cried.

Kenny was grimacing and tears were running from his cheeks while Marty sat back on the toilet and lit a cigar casually. After the first puff, he finally said, "OK boy, you may empty yourself."

Kenny let out a scream as he evacuated the soapy water mixed with cum and shit out of his ass. This was a new low! He was totally humiliated as he squatted over the drain shitting out his guts while Marty watched on with a hard on and puffing a stogy. "That's it you filthy cunt. Gotta get Ray's spunk out of you before I privilege you with a real man dick. GO ON BOY, SHIT IT ALL OUT!!!" Marty took another puff. The filthy mess was all over the inside of his thighs and feet, as he squatted there crying. Marty just laughed and hooked up the hose up to the next bottle.

"Get back on all fours bitch."

Kenny looked aghast at the filth under him. He started to shake his head when Marty just grabbed his collar and pulled it down, forcing him to put his hands out to stop from landing face first in the muck that was slowly running down the drain. Before Kenny knew what was happening, he felt the nozzle shoved back into his butt, and soon felt the ice cold water filling his insides. "OWWWWWW, NO Please stop!" He was rewarded with a hard squeeze to his balls. "AYEEEE"

"Shut up and take it cunt! Gotta rinse you out" Marty said. He wouldn't make the cutie hold it as long this time, as Marty was getting more turned on by the minute. He fucking loved this! After what he felt was an appropriate amount of time to ensure his insides were squeaky clean, he told Kenny to squat and shit again. Marty sat back and continued puffing contentedly while he watched Kenny humiliate himself again. There was now a large pool of pre-cum in Marty's jockstrap pouch. As soon as Kenny had finally voided himself completely, Marty stood up and walked over to the squatting crying kid, and then undid his collar from around his neck. "Kiss my jock boy, and thank me for cleaning you out."

Wallowing in self pity, Kenny mindlessly kissed Marty's jockstrap, and uttered barely audibly, "Th, thank you for cleaning me out Uncle Marty."

He was rewarded with a blast of ice cold water out of the shower casing him to cry out in shock. Marty just laughed. "Sure kid, anytime, now clean yourself off real good. Use the scrub brush here, and don't miss a spot." Marty sat back on the toilet and finished his stogy while he watched the broken, but incredibly sexy teenager, soap himself up and wash off his totally hairless smooth body. Marty stripped off his jockstrap and started stroking himself in earnest, as Kenny who was still sobbing with shame, finished rinsing out his hair. He was clean enough for Marty. "That's enough pussy boy, get out and dry your self."

Marty tossed the boy a huge soft towel. It was the closest thing to luxury Kenny had experienced since he got here, and luxuriated as he toweled himself off, but he noticed Marty's obscene erection and the pervert staring at him like a wolf the whole time he was doing it. Oh my god he thought, he is going to actually put that thing inside me, and it started him crying again. Marty walked up to him and grabbed his left nipple between his fingers and squeezed hard causing him to squeal.

"Quit fucking blubbering cunt, or I will give you something to cry about! Now get back on your hands and knees and crawl into the bedroom and get up on all fours on the bed. Your pussy needs some serious attention!" With a final viscous twitch of his nipple Marty shoved Kenny on the floor. Kenny got up on all fours and started crawling to the bedroom. He wasn't going fast enough for Marty who snapped Kenny's naked butt with the towel the slave boy had just dried himself with. "Hurry up bitch, I wanna fuck that nice clean boy pussy of yours." Kenny moved faster as Marty followed him to the bedroom and watched him crawl up on the bed. Marty's dick was sticking straight out as he watched the broken teen get on all fours on the bed, presenting his creamy buns to the sexed up man.

Marty crawled up on the bed behind Kenny and ran his hands up the insides of his creamy smooth thighs, causing the already scared kid to shiver in anticipation of his rape. Next Marty squeezed his cheeks, needing the firm little buns like bread dough before spreading them apart to glance at his main point of interest. Kenny had now been fucked twice, but you could never tell by looking at his pink puckered rose bud right then. Marty bent down and ran his tongue from the base of Kenny's dick up his crack stopping at his love ring.

Kenny buried his head in his arms and weeped while he felt himself being groped. The worst part was though, that when he felt the tongue running up his ass crack his dick betrayed him and started to stiffen, however slightly. When he felt the moist organ start to probe into his depths, his nipples hardened and even though he hated this, he started feeling all tingly inside. His sobbing was replaced with moaning, as he unconsciously started moving his ass back to meet the tongue invading his sphincter. He felt Marty slap his ass!

"That's it you little faggot. Moan like you want it. You know you do. Beg me to fuck you Kenny. Tell me to stick my cock up your tight little boy cunt!" Marty replaced his tongue with a finger, which he rammed all the way in with one push causing the boy to yelp at first, but soon Marty found his magic button and started to message the teens prostate. Kenny's face betrayed his mixture of pain and pleasure as Marty slowly drew the finger in and out, teasing his love tunnel. SLAP! "I can't hear you faggot! Beg Me!"

"Fuck me Uncle Marty! Fuck meeeeee!" Kenny couldn't believe he had betrayed himself so badly so quickly! He was a victim of his own hormones.

"I knew you wanted it you little bitch!" Marty exclaimed. He pulled his finger out and spun Kenny over on his back. "Pull your legs back boy, I want to see your face when I ram my dick up you. Now you will feel what a real mans cock feels like in you!"

Oh fuck, thought Kenny. Here it comes. How did I end up here? What did I ever do to anyone? Even as he was having these thoughts he meekly pulled up his legs back to his shoulders exposing his most private parts to the leering man with the dripping hard on in front of him. He felt Marty rubbing his glans around his puckered entrance, until he found the right spot. Marty gave a lustful look at him and said something that Kenny didn't even listen to. All he knew now was he was feeling himself being impaled on Marty's massive organ. He screamed out in shock, pain and anger, but that just caused Marty to push harder! Kenny kept screaming as he felt the cock going deeper and deeper inside him. The screaming must have started to distract Marty, because the next thing Kenny knew, he had one of the socks he was wearing shoved in his mouth. Oh fuck this hurts, he thought. He kept screaming and throwing his head from side to side as Marty continued his rutting. After what felt like hours to Kenny, but actually only a few minutes later, Marty's lust overcame him and with a primal scream, he emptied himself deep into Kenny's bowels.

"Oh fuck, you have a nice tight pussy!" He pulled his slimy dick out of Kenny's ravaged butt, and straddled Kenny's chest. He took the sock-gag out of Kenny's mouth, and aimed his slimy dick at Kenny's lips. "Clean me off faggot. Lick your Uncle Marty's dick until it shines.

Without a word or argument of any kind, Kenny took the softening tool in his mouth and started sucking. He was past caring that he could taste his own ass on this vile thing that had just been inside him. After a bit, Marty seemed satisfied and got off of Kenny. He didn't say anything as he bent down and retrieved a chain with a cuff on it and clasped it around Kenny's ankle. "Time for some shut eye kiddo, I don't want you to get to adventurous." Marty then pulled the covers back on the bed and pulled Kenny up tight to him and proceeded to fall asleep with his cock nestled in Kenny's naked bum. Kenny was frustrated and sad, but eventually the sheer exhaustion of the day overtook him and he fell into a deep sleep.

He was asleep until he awoke the next morning to Marty shoving his cock inside him for another go. It didn't hurt as much this time, and much to his shame, the messaging of his prostrate even gave him another woody. After Marty grunted to another climax, he pulled himself out of Kenny, and repeated the feeding of his slimy cock to the compliant slave. "Thanks whore, you are getting better at this all the time!" Marty sighed. Kenny held back sobbing this time, but a single tear fell down his cheek at the trash talk.

"Geeze your ass is leaking shit all over the place again, and you're starting to blubber like a baby! That's all right baby boy! You want to cry like a baby, I will treat you like a baby!" Marty said. "Plus I can't have your ass leaking all over the place." He shoved Kenny on his back and ran out of the room.

He returned with a large bag. "I have another friend coming over who I think I will loan you too today, and he has some peculiar tastes. This will be perfect!" He started pulling stuff out of the bag. The first thing was a large pacifier! "If you're going to blubber all the dammed time you need this. Don't you dare take it out of your mouth unless I tell you!"

Kenny allowed the rubber thing to be placed in his mouth. It was the type that had a string attached to it, creating a necklace. This was bad enough, but when Marty pulled out a diaper and proceeded to put it on Kenny, he spit the pacifier out and screamed "NOOOOOOO!"

"What did I tell you Kenny! Bad Boy!" The still naked Marty flipped Kenny onto his stomach and started spanking Kenny with all his might. Kenny wreathed and kicked and screamed but was no match for the stronger man. Kenny's cheeks were a bright shade of red and he was a quivering wreck after what must have been over fifty smacks to his bare bottom! He readily took back the pacifier, and allowed to be put in the diaper, after his struggle. Marty also put on some white ankle socks and his sandals back on him. Kenny's face was almost as red as his ass from the shame he felt. Kenny also noticed that Marty had gone hard again after spanking then dressing him this way.

Kenny just lay on his back, while Marty got dressed in his sweats, called someone on the phone and held a conversation. "Sure Greg, you know the combo, and I will leave the garage open for you. Just knock on the door to the basement if I am not upstairs." He hung up then turned to him. "I better go down and check on the other two bitches before I start breakfast. Don't go anywhere baby Kenny!" Marty shook his leg chain and laughed as he exited the room heading for the dungeon.

It was only a few minutes later when Marty returned in a rage, undoing the cuff on Kenny's ankle and yanking him out of the room, and shoving him all the way into the dungeon. This was when Kenny saw Danny standing with his shorts in his mouth!

"OK boys, now that we're all back together, lets play shall we!" Marty said. "How do you guys like Kenny's new look. He wants to act like a fucking baby so he is going to look like one. Now as for you Danny," Marty said staring at the trembling blonde, "maybe you are getting a little too big for your britches around here since I brought you some playmates. Kenny, get over and start sucking Danny's pathetic excuse for a cock, and it better be stiff by the time I am ready." Marty went over to his bench of sex toys and devices.

Kenny, feeling totally stupid in his diaper, but knowing better to resist calmly went over and got on his knees in front of Danny. The poor frightened kid was so scared his cock had almost shriveled back inside him. At first Kenny could fit almost his entire package into his mouth. Slowly though, the novice pole smoker brought Danny's nervous dick to life. He was getting turned on by the cute brown haired kid in a diaper with a pacifier around his neck sucking and drooling over his tool like it was his only meal in a day and a half. Danny shut his eyes and forgot momentarily about his upcoming punishment and surrendered to the beautiful feeling emanating from his loins. To Kenny's relief and Danny's surprise, Danny's cock was now at its full size tickling the back of Kenny's throat.

"Boy, Greg sure is going to love you Kenny, you have become an expert faggot in two days!" Marty exclaimed pulling him off Danny. "The good Doctor left this new toy with me Danny, I was waiting for one of you to fuck up, and I guess you win!"

"Leave him alone man, it was my fault!" Shouted Ray

"You just earned yourself a whipping Ray, if you want more keep talking!"

"Fuck you!"

"Pretty brave from behind bars Ray, I will deal with you later. For now if you say one more word, I will whip Kenny instead of you," threatened Marty. That was enough to silence Ray and almost make Kenny put his diaper to use.

"Here we go Danny, check this out." Marty held up the device before the blonde's uncomprehending eyes. He was holding a stainless steel device that sort of resembled a metal mushroom. It had a metal helmet about the size of a cock-head, with a screw device similar to an automotive type hose clamp and about a one-inch shaft roughly the diameter of a pencil sticking out the bottom. In front of his eyes Marty rubbed some KY around the shaft. "You're lucky I am such a nice uncle or I wouldn't use any lube Danny." Danny's eyes got huge and he almost spit his underwear gag out when he figured out where the shaft was going. Marty placed the shaft at the tip of his engorged cock head and gripped Danny's hard dick tightly. Danny started screaming into his gag as Marty inserted the shaft into Danny's cock until the steel mushroom fit almost perfectly over Danny's cock head. Marty then used a small screwdriver to tighten the clamp securing the vile thing on Danny's dick. The pain made him start to go soft, but the rod inserted into him ensured that at least the last inch was hard. Moreover the weight of the device pulled his cock painfully straight down. "Are you sorry now for what you did Danny?" Marty pulled the soggy underwear out of his mouth with one jerk. "I'm waiting for your apology!"

"I'm sorry Uncle Marty, it won't happen again, I promise! Please take it out! TAKE IT OUUUUUUT!" Danny cried, dancing around on his feet, while his extended cock swung from side to side.

"Damn right you're sorry, and no I will not take it out. Greg is coming over and I want to show him how it works before he takes Kenny home for the afternoon, and this is only the beginning of your punishment. Stop moving around and put your hands together in front of you," Marty instructed. He grabbed Danny's offered hands and using a length of rope tied them together with the skill of sailor. Marty clipped a carabiner through a loop in the knot and dragged Danny a few feet until he was under one of the many eyebolts in the ceiling. He hooked the rope through the bolt and pulled Danny's arms tight until he was on his tiptoes. Apparently this was not good enough for Marty. "Kenny, get down here on your hands and knees…"

When Marty was finished, he had Danny standing unsteadily in his sock feet on Kenny's naked back with his arms pulled tight above him and secured by the rope. If Kenny moved away or Danny lost his footing, he would be left hanging painfully above the ground by his arms. To make matters worse, Danny had to pee badly, but the rod secured into his piss hole prevented anything from escaping. His bladder was starting to ache. When Marty returned from his workbench with a heavy cat o nine tails and waved it in front of his face, Danny could feel the piss flooding his dick, causing more pain then the clamp already was. Marty held the whip to Danny's lips. "Kiss the instrument of your redemption Danny."

Perhaps it was Ray staring on from the cell, or maybe it was just pure anger, but for the first time in years, Danny found courage in the face of Marty. He whispered, "no."

He regretted it the second he said it, especially when he saw the look of blood lust in Marty's eyes. "I see that I was to nice to you Danny. I thought I had you trained properly after all this time, but I guess not. Well no time like the present to remind you of your manners. That little remark just cost you ten more!" Marty walked behind the boy standing unsteadily on his friend's back and raised the cat. The evil sound of it colliding with Danny's back was nothing compared to the scream of pain escaping from his lungs.

"AAIIIIYYEEEEEE!" Danny lost his footing on Kenny's back and swung painfully by his arms, his back on fire. He wished he had kissed the whip.

"Get back up on him you little bastard! Every time you fall off of Kenny its one more stroke, so that one didn't count." For good measure, Marty cracked the back of Kenny's thighs causing him to fall forward. "Get back up and get under Danny or I will give you ten of the same!" Kenny scrambled back under Danny's feet, helping the tied blonde steady himself. Both were getting scared, as Marty seemed to be losing control.

At the gate to the driveway…

The three boys watched the Explorer stop at the gate from the brush by the road. "Here's our chance guys. Drew go out and get the guys attention."

"Why me?"

"Because I fucking said so, that's why, now hurry up!"

"All right, all right, I'm going!" Drew waited until the man with the Explorer had swung the gate open.

Gary, a heavyset man in his forties was another of Marty's perverted friends. An architect by trade, he had helped design the hideaway house he was now planning to drive up to. Mary had phoned him about a recent addition that he had in diapers (a favorite fetish of the divorced father of two girls) and would he like to play? He nearly came in his pants while on the phone when he heard this, and wasn't being as careful as he should when he walked back to his Ford. From seemingly out of nowhere, a rather cute dirty blonde teenager around 16 with one of those punk haircuts and baggy jeans popped up in front of him.

"Hey mister, is there Marty lives?"

Gary's guard was immediately up. "Who are you and how do you know…"

Gary jumped when he felt the unmistakable jab of a gun barrel in the small of his back. "I think that's all we need to know," Mike said. "Come on out guys, were going in."

Gary, who was never very violent to begin with just stood in shock as two more teenagers, came out of the woods. They were all dressed similarly and could not have been more then 17, or 18 at top. The one called mike looked the oldest and was apparently the leader, as well as the one with the gun at him. "Look, uh Mike is it?"

"Shut up. Paul, get in the driver's seat and Drew get in front with him. James and me will keep Mr. Pervert here company in the back."

"Look, I had nothing to do with… UMPH!" Gary grunted as he felt the gun pressed into his sizable belly. He said no more as they made there way to the open garage…

CRACK!

"AAAAGGHHHH! P, Please STOP! I'm Sorry Uncle Marty, I'm Sorry!" Danny was wailing at the top of his lungs. His back was bleeding in several places, and his weighted down dick was causing great pain as it swung about.

"Fucking A you are sorry Danny!" Marty was panting from exhaustion. "I'm going to make sure you're even more sorry!" With that he viscously kicked Kenny out from under him, sending the prone boy sailing into a wall, and Danny to drop about a foot causing a tremendous pain in his shoulders as they took the shock of his weight all at once. Marty then got an evil grin and started slapping the end of Danny's prick, causing him to howl in more pain. Ray was clutching the bars, watching helplessly as the madman continued his torture. Just as Marty picked up the cat for another round, there was a knock at the door.

Marty put down the cat, and walked up to the door. He peered through a peephole to make sure it was indeed his friend, and when he saw it was he smiled, and turned back to the boys. "It's Gary, and he is going to LOVE you Kenny." He was still leering down at the boy crumpled up against the wall when he unlocked the door.

"Gary!" Marty began, and that was all he got out before his rather large friend was shoved from behind right into him, causing both men to tumble down the stairs.

Kenny, who was trembling at the thought of yet another strange pervert having his way with him, didn't realize what was happening at first. Marty was greeting the latest weirdo at the door when all of a sudden they were both falling down the stairs. Suddenly, there were more people pouring in behind them. It almost looked like…

"MIKE!" Ray shouted from behind the bars. He recognized his friend the minute he burst through the doorway. Danny's note had worked!

"HOLY SHIT!" Mike had exclaimed when he entered the dungeon ahead of the other three boys. There was Ray naked with a collar around his neck in a cell, and anther kid bleeding and hanging by his arms! Is Kenny wearing a fucking Diaper? "What the fuck?" He exclaimed, forgetting he was holding a loaded 9mm handgun. He started down the stairs to save Ray when he tripped himself and went sprawling down the stairs.

Everyone in the room was screaming something, and Marty saw the gun sail across the floor. He was just about to grab it when another hand picked it up. He looked up to see a brown haired fifteen-year-old boy, wearing a diaper, drawing a bead right between his eyes. All fear in the boy had vanished, suddenly replaced by new found confidence "I don't think so Uncle Marty." Without taking his eyes off of Marty, Kenny started barking instructions. "Paul, the keys are in this ass holes pocket. Get them and let Ray out. James that's Danny hanging there, get him down fast." He noticed Mike was still on the ground near the bottom of the stairs holding his leg. "How you doin bud?"

An embarrassed Mike answered back, "I think I might have broke my leg dude."

That was Mike, Ray thought, as he was let out of his cell. He loved his friend to death but he was also one of the biggest klutzes in the world when it came to coordination. He was probably the worst skater of the group, but right now, none of that mattered! Ray looked into the eyes of a horrified Paul as he opened the cell door. He wanted to kiss him right then and there but there was work to do.

The boys quickly made use of the bondage equipment to take care of the two men. Ray had Paul and James go upstairs and start grabbing all of Marty's computer equipment, and had Drew dress Danny's wounds while he and Kenny, gently pulled the evil thing out of his cock.

When all three former captives were dressed reasonably, and they had collected all of the evidence they thought they would need, Ray told the four rescuers to wait for them upstairs. When they were alone, Ray looked at Kenny, then Danny, then at the two cowering but gagged men tied up on the floor. "We have a decision to make…"

With Greg locked up and naked in one of the cells looking on, Ray spoke to Marty, who was now also naked, standing on a footstool with a twelve inch dildo up his ass. His hands were cuffed behind him, and he had a piece of piano wire around his neck that ran to the same eyebolt that Danny had been swinging form earlier. "You have a choice now you pedo asshole," Ray began. "You can do the world a favor and step off, or you can wait right here like this til the cops get here. We are taking all your files from upstairs and giving them to the cops as well as the media."

"P, please Ray, just shoot me! I'm sorry, but you can't leave me like this."

"Sorry? YOU'SORRY! Fuck you, you fuck with all our lives, kidnap humiliate, rape and torture us and your fucking sorry! I ought to carve you up piece by piece, but then I would be no better then you." Ray turned away and looked at the terrified Greg in the cell. "I don't know you, but I am sure you are just as big as a fucking pervert as Marty. I'm letting you go, but I am turning your name into the cops, so I would suggest you just do the world a favor yourself." He opened the cell door.

"Can I get my clothes and car keys?" Gregg asked.

"I said I was letting you go, not drive out of here. Or would you rather join your friend?"

The fat pale naked man was last scene running through the woods back toward where he came.

"Your choice, UNCLE Marty." Ray spat, as the three boys gave him one last look before ascending the stairs.

James and Drew were putting Mike into the front seat of Marty's suburban, which was loaded with all kinds of incriminating evidence when they got to the top of the stairs. Paul had gone back and drove Ray's cutlass up to the house and was just getting out of it as they came into the garage.

"Who the fuck told you could drive my car?" Ray asked angrily to his lover.

Paul looked hurt until he saw Ray smiling at him. The two embraced in a passionate hug. Kenny looked away bashfully when his eyes met James'. All the emotions of the last few days caught up with Kenny and he started to weep with joy and relief. Instinctively, the boy who he had been pining for came to him and hugged him. Kenny just murmured, "I love you James." James just held him tight and let his freind who he had been worried sick about cry it out. He loved Kenny just as much but niether had had the nerve to make the first move until now.

Danny felt very out of place among those that had finally rescued him. This must be what it is like to be loved, he thought somewhat bitterly. When Mike announced they needed to get going, Danny said, "Just a sec, I forgot something in the house!" He ran back in.

In the basement, Marty was wondering how the hell this could have happened, and how the hell he could save himself. He had always been so careful! Fucking Gary! He noticed Danny come back down the stairs by himself.

"Danny, please, I will let you go if you just let me down. Think what I have done for you. It hasn't been all bad has it? Come on buddy. I love you! You know that!"

"You stole my life Marty," he began quietly. "You tricked me, then stole my life from me. I can never relive the years you took from me. That's why I came back Marty. You stole my life, the least I can do is steal yours."

He walked up, and before Marty could scream, Danny kicked the stool out from under his legs. He didn't look back as he walked back up the stairs.

Paul and Ray drove off in the lead in the cutlass, while the rest followed in the huge suburban. James was driving with Kenny holding his hand in the front seat. Mikes leg was starting to swell so he was stretched out in the middle seat. That left Drew with Danny in the back seat. Drew looked over at the cute blonde next to him. "I don't think we really met dude, my names Drew." The two, soon to be more than friends, got to know each other better on the long drive back to Milwaukee. Maybe I will know love after all thought Danny…

The End