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  Randy breathed a sigh of relief. Thank you, God, he thought. You’re up there after all.

  “Great,” Dillon said. “You had me good and scared there, man. Seriously, I nearly pissed my pants.”

  Kevin nodded, smiling.

  Dillon continued. “Look, man. Guys. I’m sorry I never mentioned it, never told you guys. I was fucking scared, okay? And I think it’s pretty fucking obvious that I had good reason to be. Let’s just talk about this, all right? We’ll get it all straightened out, and then we’ll fucking move on.”

  “Sure,” Kevin said. “Let me get you untied first.”

  “Great. Yeah.”

  Kevin stepped behind Dillon and crouched, raising the knife to the ropes, then paused. His gaze shifted to Randy, and the smile returned to his face. Randy could almost see the lightbulb burst into life above Kevin’s head. He wanted to scream.

  “Hey, Dillon?”

  “What is it, Kev?”

  “How far have you and loverboy over there gone?”

  “What?”

  “You heard me, man. Just go ahead and answer. We’re all friends here. Besides, you wanted to talk this out, right? This is part of it. I want to know. Hell, if it was some big-tittied freshman, you’d tell me.”

  Randy felt his face redden. He had been humiliated enough already. Did he really have to go through this?

  Dillon’s face hardened. “It’s none of your business.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me, Kevin.”

  “Seriously. Just tell me. You suck him off yet? He suck you?”

  “I’m not answering that, so fuck off.”

  Kevin chuckled, an amused sound. “I can’t believe you think that’s an acceptable answer. Toby, Slug; you guys believe that shit?”

  Toby shrugged, but Slug snickered. “Fuck, no.”

  Kevin shook his head. “Shit, Dillon. I feel sorry for ya. I really do. You’re just fucking this thing up left and right.”

  He snapped his fingers, making a big show of it. “Tell ya what. We’ll untie you in a second, don’t worry. First, though, I just want to give Randy a little training.”

  “What?” Dillon nearly shrieked. “Fuck you, Kevin! No!”

  “Slug, gag him.”

  Randy watched, panic surging through every cell of his body, as Slug plucked the sock off of the coffee table and stuffed it back into Dillon’s mouth, then wrapped a layer of duct tape around Dillon’s head, sealing the sock inside.

  “Great,” Kevin said, his smile growing by the second. “Hey, Toby?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Go stand over there by Randy.”

  “Why?”

  “Just fucking do it, okay?”

  Toby nodded, then crossed the room to take up a position beside Randy.

  Randy looked up at Toby. Terror swept over him.

  “Toby?” Kevin asked.

  “Yeah?”

  “Take your pants off.”

  Randy began to cry.

  Dillon strained against the ropes, but they refused to give. He flexed his arms and chest, stomped his feet, but his bonds held him fast. He screamed until his voice cracked and died, but nobody paid any attention. Even Randy was too terrified to look his way.

  Toby stood over Randy. Their faces wore identical expressions of horror.

  “What are you talking about?” Toby asked Kevin.

  Kevin rolled his eyes as if what he were asking was the most natural act in existence. “I said take your pants off. Is it that hard to understand?”

  “I’m not doing that near this kid.”

  “You fucking better!” Kevin waved the blade in his hand for emphasis. “We’re training the little pussy, getting him ready for our boy Dillon. Do it for the team, man!”

  “Yeah!” Slug said through a smile. “For the team, right?”

  “Why don’t you do it?”

  Slug laughed and grabbed his crotch. “Because the little bitch’d choke on it!”

  Toby shook his head. Dillon thought it might be a good sign. The guy wasn’t down with this madness. He didn’t have much fight in him, but he wasn’t comfortable, either. Maybe Kevin was pushing him too hard. Maybe he would try to push back.

  Maybe Toby would untie them.

  “I know what you’re doing,” he said, “and I’m not going along with it! There’s no way in hell my dick’s going in his mouth!”

  Wide receivers had to be fast, and Kevin was one of the fastest, so his speed didn’t surprise Dillon in the slightest. In the time it took to blink, Kevin crossed the room and slammed Toby against the wall. The point of the knife’s blade jutted against Toby’s chin. Dillon saw Kevin’s knuckles flare white around the knife’s handle.“You do whatever I tell you to do. If you don’t, I’ll cut your throat wide open!”

  Toby’s eyes bugged until Dillon could see the whites on all sides. He held his breath, his entire body rigid.

  “You got me?” Kevin asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Louder!”

  “Yes!”

  “Now take off your fucking pants!”

  Kevin stomped away as Toby began fumbling with his belt. He handed the knife to Slug, then motioned to Dillon.

  “Watch him. If he tries to move, stab the shit out of him.”

  Slug nodded, a wicked grin crossing his features, then moved to the coffee table and plopped down, smiling a devil’s grin.

  “Ready for a show, bro?”

  Dillon ignored him, instead watching Toby pull his pants over his boots and toss them to the floor. He saw Toby shiver, thick legs rippling with gooseflesh.

  “The boxers, too,” Kevin said.

  Toby nodded, blushing, and dropped the underwear to his ankles.

  Kevin’s laughter was ice. “Damn, Toby! It cold in here or something? Looks like you got three marbles hanging there!”

  “Shut up, Kevin.”

  “Whatever Pee-Wee. Let’s keep this show rolling.”

  Kevin stooped in front of Randy and grabbed his chin. Sweat and tears and snot ran down the boy’s face. Dillon’s lover tried to flinch away, but Kevin slapped him for it.

  “Look me in the eye, Randy.”

  Randy nodded.

  Dillon felt heat flare in his head, in his veins. Kevin was torturing them, making this as awful as it could possibly be. It was his fault, too. Maybe if he’d told Kevin what he and Randy had done, how far they’d gone, Randy might not have to suffer this hell.

  He tried his ropes again, hoping his tumble to the ground might have loosened them, but they wouldn’t budge.

  “Don’t even think it,” Slug said.

  He glared at the thick bastard.

  “Are you listening to me?” Kevin asked Randy. Another nod, weaker.

  “Good. Now, I’m going to take off your gag, okay? Are you going to scream?”

  Randy shook his head.

  “Are you going to say anything?”

  Another shake.

  “Good, because if you do either of those things—or if you do anything I don’t want you to do—I’m going to have Slug stab your better half right in the heart. You don’t want that, do you?”

  Randy squealed behind the gag, answering in the negative.

  Kevin smiled. “That’s what I like to hear.”

  Dillon could only watch as Kevin pulled the sock from Randy’s mouth. A frightened whimper escaped his boyfriend’s lips. He heard it and squeezed his eyes shut, wishing his ears wouldn’t work. Seeing how frightened Randy must feel was one thing, and hearing his cries muffled by the gag was another. Hearing Randy’s actual voice, the raw terror and hopelessness in it? That was too much to take. He wanted to save Randy, but he knew he couldn’t, and that hurt more than anything else.

  Across the room, Kevin checked out Toby’s member.

  “Why’s it still so small, man? Get that thing hard so we can get started!”

  “Kevin, man. I can’t fuckin’ get hard for this.”

  “You’d better. Or di
d you forget our little talk just a second ago?”

  Toby turned away from the room, his face flaring scarlet, and began to stroke his penis. Dillon could hear the lineman mutter to himself.

  “C’mon. C’mon, dammit!”

  “That’s the spirit, Toby. Think of Stephanie Cox or somebody. Just don’t enjoy yourself too much,” Kevin said. The wide receiver laughed, and Slug joined in.

  “That’s right, man! Don’t want you spraying a load all over the floor!”

  “Fuck you both.” Toby turned around, and his penis pointed toward the cabin’s ceiling. His face was just as red as it had been when he had started.

  “Whoo, boy!” Kevin cheered. “Betcha our boy Dillon would love a chance at that! How bout it, man?”

  Dillon shook his head, disgusted. He wanted to hurt these people almost as much as he wanted to escape.

  “Guess he’s not ready,” Kevin said and shrugged. “Don’t mean Randy isn’t, though. Tell me, Mr. Martin. You ever suck a dick before?”

  Randy froze, his eyes staring into space.

  “Slug?”

  Slug jabbed the knife toward Dillon. He flinched, forcing a scream out of Randy.

  “Yes!”

  “That’s what I thought. You suck a lot of them?”

  “No.”

  “But you’re a queer.”

  “So?”

  “So? So that’s what you do. You suck dick like you’re drinking Pepsi, you little butt-pirate. That’s, like, your whole life.”

  Randy looked to the floor. “I’ve only been with Dillon.”

  When Dillon heard the words, he couldn’t help but grin. He hadn’t known. He had never even been attracted to another man before Randy came along, but he had always thought Randy had been there before. But now he knew the truth. Randy had come to him for the same reason he had gone to Randy. Because he was in love.

  Kevin smirked, reached down to rub Randy’s chin. “That’s so sweet. Seriously, that’s some fucking sugar there. You love him, Randy?”

  “Yeah.”

  “So you want to make him happy, right?”

  Randy nodded.

  “Let me hear it, Randy.”

  “Yes.”

  Kevin nodded. “Then this is what we’re gonna do. Toby, step over here, closer.”

  Toby squeezed his eyes shut. Dillon watched him, hoping this was it, that this was Toby’s breaking point. He tensed his muscles, preparing to help Toby in any way he could.

  After a moment, however, Toby took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and stepped forward.

  “Fucking get to work, faggot.”

  “Good boy,” Kevin said.

  Hope left Dillon like a dying fire. He saw tears streak Randy’s face. He slammed his eyes shut, not wanting to see anymore, and instead heard Randy’s terrified breath wheeze in and out.

  “Slug,” Kevin called, “make him watch this.”

  The bottom fell out of his stomach. Wasn’t this ever going to stop? Could it really keep getting worse?

  He had no idea.

  He heard Slug get up from the coffee table and step behind the chair. The next sensation he felt was the knife’s blade pressing against his throat, threatening to break the skin there.

  “Open your goddamn eyes, Dillon.”

  He did as he was told.

  First, he saw Randy shiver with fear. Then, he saw Toby standing next to Randy, penis at full attention. Finally, he saw Kevin standing over them both, that predatory smile stretching across his face.

  “Okay, Randy,” Kevin said. His voice had calmed. In an obscene way, it was almost reassuring. “Let’s get started.”

  Randy blubbered, his eyes shutting and opening again, pushing the tears out onto his cheeks.

  “I want you to open your mouth, Randy.”

  Randy lowered his jaw, gagging on something that wasn’t there yet, then opened his lips wide.

  “A little more, Randy. You want to smile like a donut, okay? We don’t want your teeth scraping Toby at all. If they do, I’m gonna have to knock ‘em all out. You got me?”

  Randy nodded, opening his mouth wider and curling his lips into an O-shape.

  He wanted to charge. He didn’t care if Slug sliced his throat open. He could cross the room, chair and all, and put Kevin on his motherfucking ass if he wanted. He just needed to hurt Kevin before the wound Slug was sure to deliver killed him. It would be worth it, just so Randy would know he had tried.

  Slug must have read his mind, because his head suddenly snapped back as Slug grabbed a fistful of hair and wrenched it down. He groaned and looked up into Slug’s wicked eyes.

  “Try it,” Slug said, “and once you’re dead I’ll fuck your bitch with the knife.”

  He took a long breath, willing himself to remain calm.

  “Let him see this,” Kevin called.

  He looked across the room, where Randy shot him a glance before turning away again. He thought the look might have said both “Thank you,” and “I’m sorry.”

  Kevin nodded to Toby. “Okay, man. Give it to him.”

  Toby’s face twisted into something that might have been disgust, but he stepped forward and pressed the tip of his penis to Randy’s lips. Randy gagged, coughed, and righted himself. Toby thrust forward, and the shaft entered Randy’s mouth.

  “That’s it!” Kevin said. “Go on, Randy! Bob on it a little.”

  Randy didn’t move. His eyes scrunched into slits, and tears poured down his cheeks like water from the tap. Kevin slapped him on the back of the head.

  “Do it!”

  Randy’s neck moved, his eyes never once opening, and he began to work Toby’s penis. Toby’s scowl slowly widened to a terrible grin. The expression was almost as painful to see as Randy’s violation.

  “That’s good. Use your tongue. Keep him wet, okay?”

  Randy gave Kevin a feeble nod and continued.

  “Faster.”

  Randy’s pace quickened, Toby’s penis disappearing and reappearing in shorter cycles. Toby let out a grunt.

  Dillon wished he could close his eyes.

  Kevin’s grin broke into a smile. “That’s right, you little faggot. Suck that fucking hog!”

  The wet smacking sound of Randy’s lips and tongue on Toby’s member filled the room, blending with Randy’s choking sobs. He never stopped, though. Dillon wished Randy could, but he knew that the penalty for such an act would be severe. After a moment, Toby’s rough grunts became a series of moans.

  “He likes it!” Kevin cheered. “You’re kicking ass, Randy!”

  Dillon couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stand anymore. He roared through his gag, every drop of rage and hate he felt for Kevin going into it. The sound vibrated in his own ears, a storm of noise. It still didn’t cover the sound of Randy’s rape.

  Kevin turned, shot him a thumbs-up.

  “That’s right, man! Help me cheer the little fucker on!”

  He pinched his eyes closed and kept screaming. He didn’t care what Slug or Kevin might do to him. He just wanted this to be finished. He could still hear the sloppy, wet sounds of the blowjob. He could still hear Kevin’s cheers and titters, and, after another moment, he heard Toby’s groan crescendo to an orgasmic cry.

  He hung his head and sobbed.

  I’m sorry, he thought. Randy, I’m so goddamn sorry.

  “Fuck.”

  Toby’s voice, out of breath.

  “Oh, fuck me.”

  Dillon heard fast footsteps run across the room and down the hall, heard a door open and the sound of retching.

  “What’s your problem, Toby?” Kevin asked. “It’s not in your mouth!”

  He heard Toby vomit again.

  Across the room, Randy gagged between sobs.

  “Please let us go.”

  Kevin looked down at Randy Martin, the little bastard, and he couldn’t help but smile. The nerd’s face was beet-red, probably from all the coughing and gagging and crying. His right eye had swollen quite a bit. Kevin wondered
how many more times he’d have to punch Randy before the eye pinched shut. Guess you never know until you try.

  This was great. He was humiliating these two faggots, really teaching them a lesson. No way would Dillon mess with this shit once they were done. Oh, and once Monday rolled around, Kevin was going to tell everybody about how he caught Dillon and Randy making out, and he’d tell them how he made Randy suck Toby’s dick. Man, Dillon and his little bitch would probably have to skip town, they’d be so ashamed.

  And it served them right, too.

  Because they thought they were better than him.

  Kevin was not surprised to find his own member growing thick and hard. There was a lot of action going on in the room, and action always excited him. He typically spent the hour before a big game walking around with a massive hard-on. He’d even popped one a time or two during a game, right as he was catching a long bomb and charging into the end zone. Yeah, there was Kevin spiking that pigskin with another spike in his pants.

  The thought made him smile.

  Jesus, this was incredible!

  What to do next, though? He hadn’t planned much in advance, just bringing the two fags out to the cabin and teaching them a lesson. But what now? How could he top forcing Randy to suck off Toby?

  “Really, Kevin. We won’t say anything. Just please let us go.”

  And the idea blossomed into his head like a black flower.

  He looked down at Randy, saw the desperation and horror in the twerp’s eyes. The bitch was fucked up, beaten and violated and humiliated. Knowing this pleased him. He had wanted to fuck up the little geek. That cocky little shit with his big brain and his good grades. He wondered just how much damage he had done to that big brain of Randy’s.

  He wondered if Randy could handle some more.

  He softened his expression and nodded his head. “You’re right,” he said.

  “Yeah?” Randy asked.

  The note of hope in the kid’s voice almost made him crack a smile.

  “Yeah. You did good, Randy. Everything I asked you to. Let me untie ya.”

  “Kevin?” Slug asked. He still held the blade to Dillon’s throat. “You for real, here?”

  “Yes, Slug, I am. Let me get Randy untied and calmed down, then we’ll let Dillon loose. I’m afraid he’d fly off the handle if we cut him free right now.”