When they had first set out, the ten boys were excited. A camping trip to a very remote area between the sea and the mountains, set up for each of their personal favorite activities. It was to be an adventure, and they quickly named it Adventure Camp. But after ten hours on the converted school bus, they were getting tired and restless. And they had long ago passed the last sign of civilization, marked by the loss of signals to their phones and games.

They were on a sort of road. Sort of, in that there were occasionally tracks and where no trees grew within ten feet of the left side of the bus, while the white beach sand to the right disappeared into a churning sea.

"We've got about an hour to go," Mr. Carson said. "I know you're getting bored. When we get to the spot, there will be stacked fire wood, a cabin with solar power, and all the comforts of home. An adventure camp, just for the ten of you to enjoy with each of your favorite activities."

The twins, Tanner and Trent, looked at each other and smiled. They knew that they would find places to be alone with Owen to enjoy one of their favorite activities.

"Except for internet connections," Cody said. At fourteen, he was the most experienced camper of the group, and the others regarded him as the leader. Mr. Carson was the adult leader, but he let Cody make most of the decisions and when necessary, provide the discipline.

"That's true, there won't be any internet," Mr. Carson said. He looked in the mirror, seeing the eight rows of seats with a single boy in each seat and a ninth with Tanner and Trent, the twins. They were inseparable. "Just try picturing yourself surfing on the waves, biking in the woods, or rock climbing. Something for each of you to do. You won't miss any of the stuff you are always doing on your phones."

"Look out Mr. Carson," Abe yelled from the first row, right hand side.

Mr. Carson looked back down at the road and spotted the rock, but too late. He tried to swerve to avoid it, but the left front tire hit it square on, making the short bus lurch and tilt to the side, pitching boys and gear against the right-hand windows. Then a loud noise was heard.

He hit the break hard, and the bus straightened out, but he couldn't steer the bus properly. He brought it to a stop a few yards past the rock.

"Is everyone okay?" he asked as he killed the engine and stood up. He got an "Okay" or a thumbs up from all ten boys, and opened the door.

The kids all followed him off the bus. The wheel that had taken the boulder straight on was crumpled in, the tire flat and coming off.

"Crap," Mr. Carson said. "This is bad." He looked around, but there was nothing to see. No boats on the water, no smoke coming from the trees. In the background the mountains rose up and the sun was just about to the top of the peaks.

"It'll be dark in a couple of hours," he said. "I want you guys to wait here. Stay near the bus. I'm going to take one of the bikes and ride back until I can get a signal and call a service shop and have them bring us a new wheel."

"That's like twenty miles back," Cody said. "Shouldn't you wait until dawn?"

"Even in this sand, I can still make fifteen or twenty miles per hour. An hour or two there and the same coming back. And that way we'll have a new wheel to get on our way first thing tomorrow. Maybe even tonight if I get lucky. You guys get ready to spend the night here. Get food from the cooler and build a fire. I should be back before any of you are ready to sleep."

There were five bikes tied to the back of the bus, and Mr. Carson grabbed the one with the widest tires.

"Cody is in charge; you guys work with him. Everything will be okay, I'll be back in a few hours."

Cody watched him ride off, wishing he'd waited until tomorrow. Then he turned and organized the other nine boys into work parties. He sent Clint with the twins to gather fire wood, had Abe set up a makeshift kitchen for the stew he was planning to make, and had the other boys get out sleeping bags and cots. They didn't have tents, but it would be warm enough to sleep under the stars, and a lot more comfortable than on the short seats of the bus.

Later that night, as the fire was burning down, Cody checked his cell phone and saw that it was nearly midnight. All the boys except for him and Abe had bedded down, and the sounds they made showed that most of them were asleep.

"Do you think something happened to him?" Abe asked quietly.

"I don't know. Maybe he had to go farther than we thought to get a good signal. Get some sleep, I'm going to stay up. If he isn't back tomorrow, you can take charge while I get some sleep. Then we'll decide what to do."

Sitting by the dying fire was lonely and boring, and somewhere in the middle of the night he dozed off. He didn't wake up until he heard the other boys waking and saw the sun had already risen over the water. A blanket had been draped over him.

"I woke up around five in the morning and figured you could use the sleep," Abe said. "Mr. Carson isn't back yet. I've got the boys working on breakfast. They made a latrine over there," he said, pointing to a spot near some trees.

"You did good," Cody said. "And thanks for letting me sleep."

"You got any ideas?" Abe asked.

"Yeah. I'm going to go and check out that latrine." He got up and walked away, trying to decide what the next logical move should be. When he came back, the twins were handing out scrambled eggs and bacon and the kids were sitting on their cots, digging in. He took a plate and joined them.

"Okay boys, here's what I think," he said when the last of them had finished eating. "Clearly, I expected Mr. Carson to be back last night. I'm guessing that maybe he had to go further than he thought, and that he might have camped somewhere to get some sleep. I think we're going to wait here and hope we see him and a tow truck coming down that road by noon."

"Can we go swimming?" Paxton asked. The smallest boy there, he loved being in the water where he was equal or superior to all the other boys.

"I've got clean up duty since you guys have done all the work so far, so yes you can. But Clint needs to be on shore as a life guard. And don't go out too far."

"Can we skinny dip?" Owen asked. He was the dare devil of the group.

"Those who want to can. Those who don't, go into the bus and put on your suits."

In less than fifteen seconds, seven of the boys were naked. Cody and Clint stayed dressed because they had chores. And Peter, the shy boy, asked the others to wait for him while he went into the bus.

The boys were whooping it up in the water and Cody had the dishes washed and was drying them when he thought he saw movement through the windows on the bus. He leaned down and looked under it. Several pair of legs showed, all of them with orange pants on. He whistled to Clint and when the fourteen-year-old life guard turned, he pointed. By that time, six boys dressed in orange jump suits had come around the front of the bus.

Cody noticed that one of the boys, the biggest one, had a shirt on over the jump suit and was wearing a pair of sunglasses. The shirt looked like the one Mr. Carson had been wearing, and the sunglasses also looked familiar. There was a red stain on the collar and left side of the shirt.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"We need a lift," the boy in the sunglasses said.

"The bus is broke. We hit a rock and bent the wheel."

"It'll run, it just will be bumpy. Where's the keys?"

"Our leader, Mr. Carson, has them. He went to get it fixed."

The six boys looked at each other.

"Aiden, go check inside," the boy with the shirt on said to one of the others. "Doug, go get them other boys up here."

The boy looked at Cody and said, "I sure hope you ain't lying about them keys. I want you to step away from that table and keep your hands where I can see them. Walk towards me, slowly."

Cody glanced at the boy who was entering the bus. He saw the words "Clarksville Center for Children" stenciled on the back of the jump suit.

The fucking keys are in the ignition Lester," Aiden said from inside the bus.

Lester swore. "I told you I hoped you weren't lying, but you were. Not a good sign."

"I thought he had them," Cody said. "I never looked for them."

"Stop where you are and strip," Lester said.

"Look, we don't want any trouble. Take the bus if you want."

"I didn't say anything about talking. I said to strip. Take them fucking clothes off. And do it right now."

Cody couldn't guess Lester's age. He was white, with short black hair. The jump suit hid most of his body, but he looked strong. Cody removed his shirt, dropped his shorts, and stood there in his boxers.

The other boys were coming up to the bus.

"What's going on?" Clint asked. "You okay Cody?"

"No, your boy isn't okay. He doesn't seem to understand the meaning of the word strip. Let see if you are smarter than he is. You strip too. You too, short shit." Lester pointed to Peter, the only boy who had a suit on.

"Dan and Dean, start gathering up these clothes," Lester said to the two younger looking boys in jump suits. Find stuff that fits you and put them on."

He looked back at Cody and pulled a pistol out of a pocket of his jump suit. "If you ain't naked in the next ten seconds, I'll put a bullet through your head."

Cody pushed his boxers down and stepped out of them. Then he kicked off his shoes and removed his socks.

"You," Lester said, pointing to one of the twins. "What's your name?"

"Tanner," he said.

"That your brother next to you?"

"Yes sir," Tanner said. He covered his groin with his hands now that all the boys in jump suits were looking at him.

"You called me sir, I like that. What's his name, and how old are you?"

"His name is Trent. We're thirteen."

"Okay Tanner. I want you to get on the bus and find all the rope you have on board. If you come out with anything except rope, I'm going to shoot your brother. Keep that in mind while you search." Lester moved his wrist so the gun was now pointed at Trent. "And hurry. Greg." He made a motion for one of the other boys to follow.

Tanner ran to the bus and got inside. Greg followed him.

"We've got all our climbing gear right over here," Tanner said.

"Nice ass," the boy behind him said. "I got me some nice ass back in Clarksville, but that's been a few weeks ago. I think I'll fuck you first and then your brother and see if I can tell the difference."

Tanner turned around, his face as white as the sand. "Please don't, we didn't do anything to you guys."

"Shut up, and toss that rope out the door," Greg said. He leaned out the door and said, "Rope coming out."

"You got more clothes in here?"

"Yes sir," Tanner said. "My pack is right over there."

"Get me a full set. Socks, boxers, pants, shirt. And nothing else better be in your hand."

"I don't wear boxers," Tanner said. "Me and Trent wear briefs."

"Fucking baby clothes. I thought you said you were thirteen, same as me."

"I am, but I wear briefs." Tanner was right on the verge of crying.

"What a fucking pussy you are Tanner," Greg said. "Get me them clothes." He kept an eye on Tanner as he removed the jump suit and his issued red boxers. While Tanner was getting the clothes, he fondled his dick, bringing it up to hard. Tanner turned with the clothes in his hand and froze when he saw that the boy was naked. And hard.

"You like what you see pussy?" he asked. "Say you like it and you want to suck it or I'll go out there and fuck the shit out of your pussy brother."

"Please don't, we don't…"

"Hey, Trent, get your ass in here," Greg yelled out the door. He turned back to Tanner and said, "I told you what would happen."

"No, wait, leave him alone, I'll do it. I like your dick and I want to suck it."

"Then get on your knees and start. And if I feel even one of your teeth, I'll find some pliers and pull them out."

Greg felt the bus sway as Tanner started on the blowjob. He turned his head and saw the twin brother standing there. "Sit, you're next," he said, pointing to the seat right next to him.

"Hey, you aren't half bad," Greg said after a few seconds. "You've done this before, haven't you?"

"Yes sir," Tanner managed to get out even though his mouth was filled with four inches of dick.

"Who's he sucked off," Greg asked Trent. His voice was pitching higher as Tanner was bringing him to the edge.

Trent was crying. "Me," he said softly. "We do each other. And Owen too."

"Brotherly love," Greg said. Then he moaned and tightened up and grabbed Tanner by his ears, pulling him tight against his pubic hairs as his dick exploded five times into the boy's throat.

He let go of the kid's ears, but said, "Lick it 'till you get all the cum. If I spot a drop of cum on my dick, I'll make your brother pay for your mistake."

Tanner did as he was told. Once he was sure he had the last of the stuff that had oozed out, he pulled his head back and stood up.

"Now, go do your brother. I'm going to watch."

"Greg, how's things going in there?" Lester called from outside.

"Just fine," Greg shouted back. "Just educating the boys. There's a kid out there named Owen. Send him in here too."

"Owen's kind of busy right now," Lester said. "D & D were horny too. But I think Dan is about to fill the Owen kid's ass. How about you bring those two out here so we have them all together again."

"Okay, you can do that outside," Greg said, pulling Tanner away from his twin brother's dick. "Is there a pistol or rifle in here?"

"No sir," Tanner said. "But there's a bunch of different kinds of knives in that locked box. Cody has the key to it." Tanner followed his brother out of the bus and saw that the youngest boys who had arrived in jump suits were now naked, and one of them was fucking Owen while the other was doing the same to Paxton. Paxton and Owen were both crying.

Randy was sucking the dick of another one of the boys, while Cody, Clint, and Abe were all naked, and the bigger boy, Lester, was using the rope he had tossed out to tie them to the front bumper of the bus.

Greg came out carrying the box and the clothes. He set the box down and dressed in Tanner's clothes, which were a bit small on him, but better than the jumpsuit they had to wear in the juvenile jail they'd escaped from.

"Get started on your brother's dick," he said to Tanner. "No, wait, I've got a better idea. You guys each suck your brother's dick at the same time. And don't stop until both of you cum."

Dan and Dean were just finishing up fucking Paxton and Owen as Greg looked around. He found the pile of clothing and spotted the shorts that Cody had been wearing. In the pocket he found keys, and one of them opened the box.

Inside were a dozen knives. Some were for general use, some for filleting fish, and some had serrated blades. He pocketed one and took another one that had a leather sheath. Then he carried the box to Lester.

"Hey, good job," Lester said. "Cut these lines and use them to tie their hands behind their backs. You know how to do that?"

"Hell yes. I used to be a fucking boy scout." Working together, they soon had the three oldest boys securely tied.

"How come they are so quiet?" Greg asked. "I figured they'd be begging us to leave their buddies alone."

"I promised them I'd use one of the other boy's dicks to gag them if they didn't stop talking," Lester said. "I guess they believed me."

"I would too," Greg said. "But then, I know that you would do it. We got a plan?"

"These guys have food and tools, and from what that asshole on the bike said, nobody is going to miss them for days. I think we're going to eat and rest, and have some fun. Then we'll be on our way again. At least now we have clothes."

"I like the fun. One of them twins gives a damn good blowjob. I'm going to check out the other one later to see if he's just as good."

"Just be careful," Lester said as he went looking for Cody's clothing. "Even though we have the biggest three tied up, the little runts still outnumber us. They're scared, but eventually they're going to start getting ideas."

"Got ya," Greg said.

He turned to the others who were digging through the pile looking for clothes that would fit them. "Hey, they've got packs in the bus filled with clean clothes. You don't need to wear their dirty shit."

"D and D, you guys bring all the packs out here," Lester said. "I don't want everyone gone at the same time. Aiden, you round these babies up. Greg, go cut some more rope and tie their wrists."

Tanner and Trent had finished their joint exercise, afraid to look their fellow campers in the eye. Aiden rounded up seven 12- and 13-year-old boys and Greg expertly tied their wrists behind their backs. By then, Dan and Dean had brought all the packs out and were emptying them on the sand.

The escapee's found clothes that fitted them and dressed, and Lester sent Dan and Dean to go and get more firewood. He made the other seven boys sit in a semi-circle in front of the bus where he could keep an eye on all ten of them.

An hour later they had plenty of fire wood, and got a fire going. The first thing they did was burn the orange jump suits, making sure that they were completely consumed.

"I'm thirsty," Peter called out to them.

"Have you had any fun yet?" Lester asked Aiden.

"That kid, they call him Randy, sucked me off. But I would enjoy a good fuck, but not with that runt, I'd hurt him too much. I want a bigger fish, one of the boys tied to the bus. But I can wait."

"What's your name," Greg yelled to him.

"Peter," the boy answered. "We're all thirsty. We're in the sun and it's burning hot. You guys are in the shade."

"Shit, what a whiner," Dan said. "I want to fuck him."

"No, you and your cousin had those other two," Greg said. "I'm gonna fuck him."

"No, I don't want to listen to him crying or watch his ass bleeding. Let D or D have him. You can fuck one of them two, they're still virgins," Lester said, pointing at Randy and Vince.

Dan and Dean did rock-paper-scissors three times until Dean won.

"Get over here Peter and I'll get you some water," Dean said.

"You too, come here," Greg said, pointing to Randy.

"Leave them alone, please," Cody said.

Lester immediately got up and grabbed Vince and dragged him over to where Cody was tied. He grabbed the boy's dick and held a knife up to it.

"I told you to shut the fuck up," he said. Now you can choose. Either you fuck him, right here and right now, or I'll use his dick to gag you with. Which one?"

"Please don't," Cody said. "I won't speak again without permission."

Vince cried out as the knife made a small cut along the base of his dick. "I asked you to choose," Lester said. "Make up your mind or I'll decide for you."

"Oh, Jesus, please," Cody said. But he saw Lester's grip on Vince's dick tighten and he said, "I'll fuck him."

Lester pushed Vince to his knees right in front of Cody.

"Suck his dick until it's nice and hard," he ordered. "And you'd better leave it nice and wet too."

Vince was sure the kid was crazy and really would cut off his dick, so he immediately started getting Cody hard. It didn't take long, and when he was ready, he pulled back.

Lester pulled him to his feet and told him to bend over. The boy did as instructed and Lester pulled him backward until Cody's dick was between his ass cheeks.

"Now back up until all of his dick in inside your ass. And don't be all day about it."

He tried pushing back, and Cody even tried to push forward, and with a scream of pain Cody's six inches of dick was driven deep into Vince.

"Now, rock forwards and back until he fills your ass with his love juice," Lester said.

Vince was crying. He'd never felt so much pain before. But he was more afraid of Lester than anything else, so he started moving, essentially fucking himself on Cody's dick. It seemed to go on forever, but finally he heard Cody grunt and then felt the dick in his ass swell as several bursts of cum were driven into his intestine.

"Next time you have something to say, I'll let you fuck one of the younger boys," Lester said to Cody. "Maybe that little kid," he said, pointing at Paxton.

About the same time, Peter cried out in pain as Dean pushed into his ass without any attempt to go easy or use anything to make it slippery. He had already fucked one of the other twelve-year-old boys and that allowed him to work slowly, enjoying the feeling of having the kid's tight ass rub his dick. Each time he was nearly ready to shoot, he stopped driving in, prolonging the fuck for as long as he could. Finally, he couldn't hold out any longer and made one final push and emptied his sperm into the previously virgin ass.

"Tell me you want me to do that again later and you can have some water," Dean said to the kid.

Peter never wanted anyone to do that again, but he was smart enough to know that it was going to happen again immediately if he didn't say what the other boy wanted to hear.

"You can do that again later," he said through his tears.

"Count on it. Water ain't free, you have to earn it. Pick any one of us and give him a blowjob and I'll let you get a bottle of water."

Peter was shaking, but again, he used his head. The boy named Dan was only a little bigger than him, and would have a smaller dick than the bigger boys. He pointed at him.

"Hey, cous, looks like you've got an admirer," Dean said. "He wants to suck you off."

"Good, I'm getting horny just watching you have all the fun." He looked at the small boy who had tears running down his cheeks and liked what he saw. Domination was his favorite game. As a twelve-year-old in jail filled mostly with older boys, it had been done to him. Now he could use the punks fear and disgust for his own pleasure. And he wanted pleasure.

"Have you ever sucked a dick before," he asked the kid.

Peter looked around in horror and saw his friends – Paxton and Owen, looking at him. They went to the same school. And they didn't know.

"Yeah," he said, crying even harder. "A kid at school made me do it to him and his friend in the bathroom."

"Good, then you must know how to do it properly." Dan let the shorts and underwear he had found drop to his knees and lay back on one of the cots. "Come over here and show me how good you are. And if I don't enjoy it, I'm going to make you suck off every one of your friends and then come back and do me again."

"Please, I just wanted some water. We all do. I didn't want …"

"I don't want to hear your sob story. I don't give a fuck what you want. I want you to come and give me the best blowjob I've ever had. Start now, or I'll cut your balls off and that tiny dick you have is as big as it will ever get." Dan grabbed the knife from his shorts pocket and used it to cut the rope that bound the kid's arms.

Peter was as frightened as he had ever been, and he had no doubt the boy might be serious about cutting his balls off. He hurried over to him and knelt over the cot. He had to use his arms to hold his upper body up while he took the four-inch-long twitching piece of flesh into his mouth.

The kid wasn't half bad, and even after fucking one of the other brats, he totally enjoyed it. But Dan wanted more than a blowjob. He wanted to prove to the kid that he was in control. He wanted to humiliate the boy. He wanted more. He let the kid finish, enjoying the feeling of shooting without having to do any of the work.

"Not good enough," he said as the kid started to get up. He enjoyed the look of terror on the brat's face. "Start with the three kids tied to the front of the bus. Suck each of them off, and then start on your friends. I will take an ear from any kid who doesn't shoot his cum down your throat. Maybe then you'll be able to give me a blowjob I enjoy."

Peter was at the end of his endurance. It was all becoming too much for him. He couldn't suck Cody's dick. The leader had been the one who had protected him. Allowed him privacy the other boys didn't care about. He never had to protect him from the other kids, but he knew he would. And Clint and Abe were almost as good to him. He just couldn't walk over to them and put their penis into his mouth. He rolled onto his side and curled into a ball. He wanted the world to just end right then.

Dan couldn't have that. The kid had to follow instructions. If the boy didn't, it would make him look weak, just like had happened to him in the back of the shower room the second day in jail.

"You pathetic little runt, get up and start sucking," he said. The boy just curled up tighter.

"Get up, or I'm going to fuck you with the biggest knife in that box. I'll slice you up from the inside. It will hurt. A lot. And you'll slowly bleed out right here in front of your friends. And then I'll choose one of them and do the same to him."

Peter tried to ignore the words. But he pictured Owen or Paxton being killed because of him. One of them crying out in pain. They were tougher than him, but he couldn't be responsible for one of their deaths. He forced himself to get up and walk to the front of the bus. He saw the shadow of Dan behind him and knew the boy had followed. He couldn't look at any of the older kids. He walked to the closest one, he wasn't even sure which one it was, and used his hand to lift the limp penis up and then put it in his mouth.

"Remember, if he doesn't shoot his load into your mouth, I'll cut one of his ears off," Dan said from behind him.

Clint couldn't believe the other boys could be so cruel. Peter wasn't the smallest kid, that honor went to Paxton. But he was the one who was most shy. He knew the twins and Owen enjoyed playing games together, and decided that as long as it wasn't forced, he didn't care. He just made sure that none of the other kids picked on Peter.

But now Peter had his dick in his mouth, and he couldn't prevent the feelings it gave him from making his dick grow. He didn't want to do this, but he'd heard what Dan had told him. And like Peter, he believed the boy would do it. Cut off one of his ears. Or even stick a knife up his butt and cut his intestines. These kids were that crazy. He stopped fighting it and let the feelings rule. But he knew that if he lived through this, he would never forgive himself.

Peter had seen the older boys naked a few times. Mr. Carson tended to take them places that were isolated, deserted, and if they wanted to be naked, he didn't require them to wear clothes. He could feel the stiff hairs around the dick he was sucking poking his nose. The horrid thing in his mouth was stiff, and growing. Then he heard a grunt and recognized the voice. He was sucking Clint. He wasn't ready when the first burst of hot, smelly, and salty cum shot into his mouth and he nearly gagged. More and more kept shooting out of Clint's penis, and he couldn't swallow fast enough so it began to run down his chin. But he kept on going until it was done.

"Good enough," Dan said from behind him. "Now do the next one."

Lester knew that Dan had been abused in Clarksville more than his cousin had been, and that he was getting back at this kid for what had been done to him. But his concern was that the boys with him were paying too much attention to the brat sucking dick than to the other boys who only had their arms bound behind them.

"You punks, get over here," Lester yelled to the six younger boys. "Stand here and watch, and cheer your pal on. Make him feel good about what he is doing. And when his mouth fills with cum, cheer like your favorite team just scored a goal."

As the six reluctant boys moved to the front of the bus, Lester made sure his boys were behind them.

Cody had never hated anyone as much as he hated Lester. He hadn't known that Peter had been molested at school, but that didn't seem to matter much now. He guessed that Lester had killed Mr. Carson, and was probably going to kill them too. But the kid who had tied his wrists had done a good job and there was nothing he could do. Well, one thing. Instead of holding back and making poor Peter spend more time on him, he could close his eyes and pretend it was Amelia Parker sucking his dick. He did, and quickly was able to shoot.

"Two down and one to go," Dan said as the younger boys behind him were cheering half-heartedly.

Peter moved to his right. He knew it had been Cody he had just done. That left Abe. The boy who always stuck with him when they did group activities. The boy who helped him overcome his fear and enjoy things with the group. Abe had sat next to him on the roller coaster and told him it was okay to close his eyes. He had never once ever done anything but help him. And now he had to repay that by sucking his dick.

Abe had in his mind that he had to get free, and if he could, he had to get to Lester and get hold of that gun. He knew he would kill Dan the first chance he had. His hatred for the bully was far stronger than his sense of right and wrong. But his wrists were still securely tied behind his back, and the most he could do was whisper that it was okay and encourage the boy to be strong.

Peter heard the words, and they did give him strength. Abe wasn't mad at him. He hated doing it, first because he had to put the thing that Abe peed out of into his mouth, but he also thought that Abe would think he was too weak for not standing up for himself.

With the added encouragement, he was able to finish the older boy faster than he had done with Clint and Cody. He heard the other boys cheering, and knew they were as scared as he was. They would never have cheered him for what he was doing otherwise.

"You're doing good," Dan said. "I haven't collected a single ear yet. Now your friends. That one has a nice-sized dick and he's already hard. Start with him." He pointed to Vince.

Vince was hard and didn't know why. He didn't enjoy watching the boy humiliate Peter. Yet watching the faces of Cody, Clint, and Vince as they shot their loads into the Peter's mouth had made his dick stand stiff. He was totally embarrassed. It remained hard even though the small cut Lester had made on it hurt like hell.

"I'm sorry I got hard, I didn't mean to," he said as Peter knelt in front of him.

"What was that?" Dan asked.

"Nothing, I just told him I was sorry," Vince said, suddenly very frightened of the younger boy who seemed to enjoy domination.

"I don't think you are sorry," Dan said. "I think you're looking forward to it. So, I want you to have some fun. That kid next to you, have your fun with him. Fuck him, nice and slow. Peter will suck him off at the same time. And then you can have your fun with the baby.

Randy was the boy next to him, and he whimpered when Dan pointed at him. He'd already been forced to fuck himself on Cody's dick, and now he was about to be fucked by Vince.

"Hold on, I have an idea," Lester said. He wasn't into fucking little boys. Or even big boys. He liked girls, and even fourteen months in lock up hadn't made him interested in boys. But he did like to have fun.

Lester walked over and untied the rope from one of Vince's hands.

"Stick your dick in his ass," he ordered.

The only good thing for Randy was that Vince's dick was a lot smaller than Cody's. That, and his ass was still open from when he'd impaled himself on the larger one. But still, as the head was forced past his anal ring it hurt and he cried out until it passed.

"All the way in, and then wrap your arms around his waist," Lester ordered. When Vince had done that, he tied the boy's wrists together again.

"You are going to fuck him, but real slow. That crybaby is going to finish sucking off the other boys. When he is done, I'm going to let you pull out. But if you don't have a boner when your dick comes out of his ass, I'll cut it off."

"You," Lester said, pointing to Peter. "Take all the time you want sucking off those four boys." He pointed to Paxton, Owen, and the twins.

Vince was so scared he almost lost his hard-on. It was simply the biology that saved him. The warmth and tightness of Randy's ass felt so good that his dick didn't go limp. But could he keep it hard until Peter was done? He prayed that he could, no matter what it cost Randy. He was absolutely certain that if he didn't have an erection at the end that Lester would chop off his dick.

Peter realized the danger Vince was in and hurried over to the twins. He didn't ask, he just dropped in front of one of them (Trent) and started sucking. He used his tongue, and did anything he could to make the boy shoot as quickly as he could. The moment if happened he moved on to Tanner.

The twins, and Paxton and Owen, felt sorry for Peter. They knew he never wanted to watch, let alone participate, in their sex play, and they made sure to do it away from him. But they also knew the danger Vince was in, and when Peter came to them, they used their imagination to make it as exciting as they could and rushed to cum in the poor boy's mouth.

"Now for the moment of truth," Lester said when Peter had done the last of the four boys. "Have you cum yet?"

"No sir," Vince said, his voice squeaky with fear.

"Is it still nice and hard?"

"Yes sir," Vince said. But fear was starting to win over, and he could feel that he was losing the ability to keep it that way.

"You can't shoot if it isn't hard, so go ahead and cum to prove to me you still have a boner."

Vince's dick had partially deflated from the fear. He tried to get it hard again as he squeezed against Randy's butt.

"Are you sure you're still hard?" Lester asked.

"I'm trying my best, sir," Vince said as he began to cry.

"If you don't shoot soon, I'll cut your dick off and leave it inside your friend to rot." Lester pulled the knife from the sheath and showed it to Vince.

Randy knew the danger, and believed the weird kid would really do it. He clenched his butt cheeks and started rocking forwards and back, a quarter inch at a time. In a few moments he knew it was working as he could feel Vince's dick start to grow again.

Vince felt the pressure, and the motion, and his dick responded to it despite the fear. Once it was fully hard, he took over the motion and pulled back as far as he could and then drove in. He had to do it a dozen times, but finally he shot, more cum than he had expected.

"Let's see," Lester said. He moved the knife to Randy's front and cut the rope that bound Vince's wrists. "Pull out."

Vince took a step back, and when his dick came out it was still partially hard and the head was coated with his white dick juice.

"See?" Lester said as he sheathed the knife. "I knew you were a closet queer." He turned to Peter, who was still standing next to Owen, the last boy he had sucked.

"Get over here and finish these two before I decide to fuck both of them." He smiled as the small boy ran to Vince and without hesitation took the slimy prick into his mouth.

It tasted bad, and the thought of where it had just been disgusted Peter, but he wanted to end it so he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind and just sucked. It took him a while as his mouth began to get tired, but he did manage to make Vince shoot. He swallowed it down and hurried over to Randy and did the same.

"Okay, you two can start making us dinner," Lester said, pointing to Peter and Vince.

"Wait, he still has to show me what he learned," Dan said. He hoped he hadn't gone too far saying that to Lester. He knew the older boy was crazy as hell and had been in Clarksville for attempted murder.

Lester scowled. "Hurry up then, I'm hungry."

At that point, Dan, didn't have a lot of interest in getting blown, but maybe the kid had learned something, or he just wanted it to end. It didn't matter to Dan, the kid got him hard and made him shoot, and it felt good.

"You guys watch the others, I'm going to make sure these two don't get any funny ideas about knives or poisoning our food," Lester said. He followed Vince and Peter to the bus and watched as they got out enough food for fifteen.

"You don't need that much," he said to them. "We need to make it last. You pricks are on half rations." He didn't tell them that come morning he planned to kill them. He might let D & D bring two of them along for fun, but no more than that.

He watched as Vince helped the crybaby set up the kitchen and prepare the food. He did pay close attention to where they put the one knife he let them have, and to what went into the food. Once it was cooked, he had his boys come one at a time and get a plate, then he ordered Peter and Vince to take plates to the other captives and feed them since they couldn't feed themselves.

Most of the boys had eaten when Lester heard a sound he didn't want to hear. It echoed off the mountain walls, and was hard to hear over the sound of the waves crashing onto shore, but he recognized the sound of the helicopter.

He ordered action. "D & D, get these kids inside the bus and tie them under the seats," he yelled.
"Aiden and Greg, find something to cover those kids." He pointed to the three boys tied to the front of the bus.

Aiden had spotted a tarp inside the bus and hurried in to get it. He made a quick suggestion to Dan and Dean on a better way to tie the brats, then hurried out and he and Greg covered the three boys.

"Now get out here and wave when it passes," Lester said. He hoped that the lack of the red jumpsuits would fool the search helicopter and it would leave when the people inside saw them waving. If it did, he knew he would still need to step up his plan and kill the kids and take off tonight just in case.

Only it wasn't one helicopter, it was three. They came in from different directions and two of them were landing; one in front of the bus and one behind it.

"Get on the bus," Lester yelled. He pulled the tarp from the three boys tied to the front bumper and followed his fellow escapees onto the bus.

The engine turned over but didn't catch. But Lester knew a thing or two about engines, especially older ones. He found the choke lever and pulled it back and tried again. The engine caught and ran roughly. He gave it a few seconds and then slowly pushed the choke lever back to the top. The engine began to run smooth.

He put the bus into gear and started to drive forward. He couldn't get beyond second gear because the bent wheel kept trying to dig into the sand. The helicopter in front of them had let out three men in uniforms armed with rifles.

"Get those kids up and against the windows," Lester ordered. He knew the men in front couldn't shoot at them for fear of hitting the three boys who had barely been able to pull themselves up onto the front bumper. Having the other kids against the windows would keep them from shooting from the sides.

He checked the mirrors and saw three men behind the bus running back to the second helicopter. The third one was directly overhead. Lester glanced to his left and saw that he still had an hour or more before dark, but that wouldn't matter. The helicopters would be low on fuel by then. All he had to do was outrun the men on foot.

Suddenly the escape hatch in the roof of the bus burst inward, and two men jumped through the narrow opening into the bus. In the mirror Lester saw Aiden attack one of them with a knife. But the kid was stupid. He'd tried to stab the man in the chest without thinking that he'd have a vest on. The man used a nightstick to knock the knife from his hand and then ordered him to the floor, where he handcuffed his arms behind his back.

Greg showed a knife to the second man and was tasered. He fell to the floor, knocking two of the captured boys down. Lester saw it in the mirror and urged the bus to go faster.

Dan and Dean had an idea. They quickly stripped as naked as the other boys and put their hands up. They hoped that in the first minutes of the rescue they'd be seen as members of the captured boys and maybe they could sneak away.

Suddenly there was a loud bang from right under Lester's feet and the bus lurched to the left. In the mirror he caught a glimpse of the remains of the front wheel that had broken free of the axle from the stress. The bus ground to a halt as the undercarriage settled into the sand and the engine stalled.

Lester stood and pulled the pistol. But the man who had tasered Greg had now drawn his pistol and he shot three times, twice to Lester's body and once to his head. The gun fell unfired from Lester's hand and he fell down the steps to the door.

"We're clear in here," the man closest to the back said. "Repeat, clear inside. Hold fire, we're going to let the kids out."

The man in front opened the door and dragged Lester's body from the steps.

"Out, out, out!" he shouted and the naked boys didn't hesitate to get off the bus. They gathered to the side as one of the men guarded them and the other cut free the boys in the front.

Dan and Dean hadn't been noticed as they exited the bus and then ducked under it and out the other side where they opened a luggage compartment on the side of the bus. They squeezed in and closed the door.

Greg and Aiden were pulled from the bus as one of the helicopters landed and men got out and put the two boys inside. It took off.

"There should be five of them, but we've only got three," one of the uniformed men said. He looked over to the naked boys holding each other to the side.

"You boys–put your hands up and separate." He pointed a gun at them.

"Don't shoot, we aren't with them," Cody said.

"Hands up! Hands up! Stand side to side. Move! Move! Move!" the man ordered.

Scared again for their lives, the seven boys complied.

It took several minutes for the men to go down the row and compare the boy's name to the list, and to look at the pictures of the boys who had escaped and ensure that none of these boys were them.

"Where are these two boys?" the man asked, showing the pictures to them.

In the confusion, none of the boys had noticed Dean and Dan strip and hide amongst them, nor had they seen them slip away as they exited the bus.

"Two boys missing," the man said into his microphone. "Dan Blankenship and Dean Blankenship. Both twelve years old."

One of the helicopters took off and began a search pattern while two of the men boarded the bus and began a very thorough search.

Inside the luggage compartment, Dean and Dan knew they were going to be found unless they could find a way to escape. They searched, and found a panel that opened into the bus. They waited until the search inside the bus was complete and then crawled through and closed the hatch behind them. They stayed low, found the clothes they had been wearing, and dressed before finding a good hiding spot. They could hear every door on the outside of the bus being opened and searched.

"Okay boys, we're going to take you back," the man in charge said to the boys. "You and you," he pointed to Cody and Clint, "and you," this time pointing to Peter," get on that helicopter. The rest of you get on the other one."

"Wait, our clothes, they're back there," Peter said, suddenly aware of his nakedness again.

"There's two boys missing, and they could be between here and there. Get in the helicopters now."

The boys split and were helped into the copters, which quickly took off and headed towards the mountains. Once inland further, they changed course and headed to the south.

The men on the ground split up and walked a line back towards where the bus had been. So far, the search helicopter had not spotted anything and had moved its search to out over the water.

Dean and Dan figured it was now or never. They snuck off the bus and began running at a diagonal to the north west, hoping to be out of the sand soon.

The roar of the engines and rotors made talking impossible inside the helicopters. It took half an hour before they could see a small airport. There were a couple of buses around, and three or four vans with TV station logos on them.

The seven boys exited the helicopters with their hands over their privates, only to see their parents, brothers, and sisters, running towards them with TV cameras capturing all of it from the background. The seven boys were literally dragged back to the hangers. Hugs and kisses soon turned into the realization that their children were naked in full view of the other siblings and the TV cameras, and blankets were quickly found and wrapped around the boys.

Mr. Carson had been shot twice and left for dead. But he hadn't died. He had managed to find his phone and get to where he could get a signal and notified the authorities. He was credited with saving the boys lives.

Three days later they watched the rescue on TV. The news stations used a digital bubble to cover their privates, which the boys were thankful for, but for the younger ones, Peter especially, being seen naked on the news was a horrifying experience. And he had noticed that two of the girls who were sisters of his friends were there and had not missed seeing him uncovered as he hugged his mom.

They had therapy. They had interviews with the press. They appeared on a morning talk show. They were celebrities. For some, that status was fun, but for all was the horror of not only what had been done to them, but what some of them had been forced to do to each other.

The younger boys were reluctant to talk with the police about what had happened, especially Peter. However, the police had enough information from Mr. Carson and the older boys to have Aiden and Greg put back into the same place they had escaped from. Investigations were made into how they escaped, and the public was assured it would never happen again.

Now that Paxton and Owen knew about Peter being abused by kids from school, they asked who it was. Peter wouldn't tell them, but they made sure that from then on, he was never alone.

Dan and Dean were never found. The tracks they had left had been hidden by the wind blowing over the sand. Dogs were brought in the next day, but couldn't find a scent. Communities within fifty miles were alerted to watch for them and to consider them dangerous, and their pictures were shown on the news each day for a week. But nothing was ever found of them and the locals began to believe that they had encountered mountain lions or bears, or even feral dogs, and were dead and eaten, and after a while the search for them ended.

That fall they took another trip, this one to a park much closer to where they lived. It offered a bit of swimming ("In a pool," Paxton complained) and some other sports, and enough privacy for the twins and Owen to enjoy their game. Peter had an older brother who had never wanted to go camping, but he came to this one and never left Peter's side. There were no ghost stories around the campfire at night however. None of them were ready to be scared again.

The End