Hunted, Caught, and Used

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This story is strictly fictional and contains male-on-male (gay) sexual content, both implied and explicit. 

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Introduction: 
Lucas King wanted to see his two best friends again. His best friends, Ryan and Troy King, were adopted. But Luke had developed a thing for Ryan. Even though his parents had forbidden it, Luke spent his summer holiday with the family's black sheep. When he did, Luke found himself in a whole heap of trouble. Having to rescue Ryan from rough gangbangers that hunted him down and captured him. Getting himself caught and used as well. This longer story describes the whole sorted family drama. And the subsequent sexual encounters that eventually turned the straight jock into a queer alpha top.

Unexpected events are probably the best.

The 19-year-old athletic jock Lucas King had an increasingly hard time with the lack of explanations about why he wasn't allowed to see his best friend anymore. Four years ago now, his father and Luke's favorite uncle had a rough falling out. But neither men had told the rest of the extended family what actually happened that fateful summer's day in the haybarn. Even though both ended up in hospital after their bloody fight.

The King family used to gather each summer at uncle Mike's farm on the coast. These family gatherings were like Christmas, Thanksgiving, Birthdays, and Springbreak rolled into one for the King kids. Luke's father, John King, was the oldest of 6. All Luke's uncles and aunts brought their children for a couple of weeks each and every summer. While the teens slept and played in the barns, the adults worked on Mike's dairy farm. Uncle Mike and aunt Bridget could not have kids of their own, so they had adopted Troy and Ryan. And it was with the two years older Ryan that Luke had a very special bond.

Luke was 15 at the time. Ryan was way more butch and mature than Lucas had been at that point. This did not matter, though. Both teens were well on their way to explore their sexuality. Ryan loved to brag to Luke about all the girls he had screwed at school. For hours the boys could hide away in the hayloft and talk smack. Ryan described to Luke in increasing amount of savage detail how he knocked up this, that, and the other high school floozy. Or how he got some bitch to deep throat him in some dark and dirty alleyway. Those sessions usually ended in a jerkoff party, where the boys let their milkshakes fly.

During one of those secret hayloft gatherings, the two best mates flicked through one of Ryan's richly illustrated girly porn magazines. Luke had felt particularly horny that day. When the magazine showed a loose white woman give a black muscle-stud head, Luke got suddenly adventurous. Without warning, he grabbed Ryan's ebony boy-toy and stroked him roughly. Ryan grinned and laid back in the hay. Letting Luke edge his huge ebony cock. Giving his mate instructions on how to get him off. Luke, ever eager to learn from his friend, did a tremendous job. In no time, he felt Ryan's meat throbbing in his hand. The boys had never gone this far before. Neither considered themselves gay, by any stretch of the imagination. But somehow, this felt right to them. And it was not like they were related by blood. They were just friends helping each other out. Or so Ryan had always sworn to Luke, who had full-heartedly agreed with that.

"Ryan... Ummm... Are you about to shoot that nut?"

"Yeah, dude... Keep this up, and I will paint the barn... Fuck, this feels nice, Luke... Don't stop... Oh... Umpff... Fuck man... Jerk me harder!"

"Actually... Shit... I want to know what it is to... Oh... fuck... never mind..."

Lucas quickly removed his slippery hand from Ryan's ebony monster rod. With his face blushing red, he grabbed his own dick and played with it instead. It was as hot and hard as Ryan's but just a few inches shorter. Ryan rolled onto his side in the hay. He pulled Luke toward him. Grinning dirty at Luke. Ryan lent forward, planting a sloppy wet kiss on Luke's lips. Luke had not expected this move from Ryan. Lucas bounced away in fright for a moment. But the initial shock passed away quite quickly, and Luke started to kiss Ryan back. However, Ryan wanted more than just a kiss. He opened his lips and stuck out his tongue. Mumbling to Lucas, "Let's do this right, bro..." Ryan tongue-kissed Luke as if the teen was one of the sluts he regularly made out with. He maneuvered himself on top of Lucas and roughly ground his man-sized 10-inch rock-hard dick into Luke's excited crotch. 

After dry-humping his nephew for what seemed like an eternity, Ryan asked Luke, "You wanted to know what it is like to suck my big black cock?... Didn't you, Lucky Luke?" 

Before Luke could answer, Ryan had already pulled Luke up and was stroking that beautiful bit of ebony sausage over Luke's pink lips. Wide-eyed, Luke looked up at Ryan and stuck his tongue out to taste the thing. Ryan profoundly sighed as he felt Luke's lips part and take his cock-head inside his hot mouth. Ryan instructed Luke to lick the head. But Luke was a natural. The 15-year-old had paid attention when Ryan had described this so many times before. Lucas sucked Ryan off. Deeper and deeper the teen went over his buddy. Making Ryan tremble and having to fight the urge to blow his load. Luke kept the ebony monster well lubed with spit as he gagged himself over the shaft. And as you can imagine, the tough delinquent Ryan did not mind that one bit. In fact, the muscled ebony stud grabbed Luke behind the head and slowly started to pump the boy's face. With begging watery eyes, Luke gazed up at his mate. As much to say as, "Dude, take it easy... It's my first time!..." But this was what Lucas had been privately hoping for all summer. A hands-on education from the toughest stallion he knew. 

Luke was sure that Ryan's huge 10-inch ebony man-meat would make him faint. But just before it did, Ryan roughly withdrew. Grinned down at Luke and pulled him up. But before Luke knew what was happening, he was pushed back onto a haybale and got his legs yanked apart. Ryan dove between them and gave Lucas head as he had never had before. Sure, Luke had a few girls do that to him as well by then. Ever since he and Ryan started to explore together over the past 3 summer holidays, Luke used his newly gained knowledge with the girls he liked. But nothing like this. Ryan was much better than any of the girls Luke had been with. His cock got sucked rougher and much deeper than he had experienced before. Ryan swallowed the entire 8-inch thing directly into his fucking throat. Making himself eat Lucky Luke's dick while his tongue teased the back of his stunned nephew's balls.

"Ahh, stop!... Oh... Fucking Hell... Ryan? What are you doing?... Stop it... I am so close, man..."

"Ha... I knew you liked this... Faggot... I'll suck you dry... Don't hold back on me, you hear?... I want you to shoot your milk straight into my mouth, Luke... Mmmm... I want to taste you!"

"Shit, man... No... Don't, Ryan... I am about to blow!..."

"Stop resisting me, Luke!... Or I stick my black dick in your ass and nail you to the floor like a little bitch!... Shoot it already, dude... Give it to me!... I want to taste it!"

Luke had tried to stand up and push Ryan away. But the dude had vacuumed himself onto the teen's cock. Grabbing Lucas firmly by the ass as Luke tried with all his might to postpone the inevitable. But he failed miserably when Luke felt the slick fingers of his best mate meanly slide past his sphincter and pump against his prostate. All timed with the convulsions Luke's body started to make now. Luke began to dance on the balls of his feet. Riding his cock between Ryan's hot lips and wet tongue. The boy did not even mind the unexpected and rude intrusion of his boy-cunt one bit. He actually liked the feeling of the wet fingers tickling the inside of his bum. And he could care less by now if anyone else would spot him screwing Ryan's face like this. 

Lucas stopped resisting Ryan's rude advances. This feeling was just way too fucking nice. It made his toes curl, his spine tingle, and his heart skips several beats. The boy gave Ryan what he had demanded from him. More than a mouth full of jizz. Ryan gagged and sputtered. Groaned and moaned. As Lucas filled him up with his nasty boy milk. 

After a long while, both youngsters had calmed down a bit. But Ryan squinted dirty up at Lucas. He straightened himself up and pushed his nephew back onto the haybale and announced in no uncertain terms, "My turn now!... I want you to take me as deep as you can, boy... Open that pretty white mouth of yours, Luke, and blow me deep!... Fuck yeah... That's it... Gag on that shit, little faggot... Umpff... Dang... Your so good!"

Dazed and feeling a little violated, Luke dropped to his knees. Taking the ebony 10-inches back into his mouth. He actually had no choice. Ryan put Luke's face in a headlock. He launched forward and immediately started rough-housing Lucas. Screwing the teen's mouth as if they had done this a million times before. Ryan forgot everything around him as well, as he face-fucked his best friend. It didn't take very long for Ryan to work up a head of steam. Luke managed to deep throat his mate for the first time. Ryan was a little surprised by that. None of his many girlfriends had ever been able to do that this quickly. As his cock grew harder, Ryan's knees went limp. He shot his pent-up load directly into Lucky Luke's throat. At the same time, he held the boy deep over the entire pulsating, cum pumping, ebony fuck-toy with both hands.

Stunned by the rough rudeness of it all, both boys dropped satisfied onto the hayloft floor. Luke smirked up at his nephew with a jizz splattered face. Ryan laughed hornily, pulled Luke onto his heaving chest, and hugged him tighter than they had ever done before. 

"Fuck Ry..." panted Lucas as he smacked Ryan's chest, "That was rough, dude... I thought I would pass out."

"Yeah... But you did it better than many a girl... Shit, bro... You're a great cock sucker!"

Ryan roughly yanked the cum splatted face off his chest and used his tongue to lick Luke clean. Both men grinned as their hands started to wander over each other again. Hoping this unexpected hot first session would turn into more. Soon the boys ended up in a 69-position. Licking cock's and ball's clean as if it was the norm. However, Luke grinned and stopped. 

He had noticed his uncle Mike stroking one out, with his eyes closed in pure bliss. His hand rudely pumped that fat daddy udder of his with a grin from ear to ear. Apparently, the butch, un-shaven dairy farmer, had been watching the two lads explore each other from the other side of the barn. Luke signaled Ryan, and both guys watched how uncle Mike seeded the barn floor. The boys retreated silently into the back of the hayloft, got dressed, and left it at that. As if nothing extraordinary had happened between them. Content in the knowledge that both of them had learned something new this summer. Bringing the boys closer than ever before.

When Luke walked out of the barn, he met his father in the yard. The aggravated man wanted to know where the boy had been all afternoon. John sent his son directly into the farm's kitchen. Apparently, Ryan and Luke had lost track of all time, and both boys had missed dinner.

Luke had to apologize to the rest of the family for his tardiness. Shortly after that, an ungodly amount of screaming and shouting came from the haybarn. The uncles rushed to see what the commotion was all about. But by then, the fists had already flown, the damage was done, and their knives had been sheathed again. Both Mike and John had to spend a few days in hospital. The rest of the family abruptly cut their vacation at the farm short. Forbidding their offspring from ever contacting uncle Mike or aunt Bridget and their adopted sons ever again. Saying they were bad people that God did not love. And leaving it at that.

This wasn't good enough for Lucas, though. He had always felt right at home at uncle Mike's farm. Much more so than in the big city a few states away. And besides that, Luke had no issue with them. It was his father and the rest of the King family that shunned them. But whatever Luke tried, he never got a straight answer from his father. And that irritated Lucas no end. His phone had been confiscated, and his letters to Ryan got ripped up before he was able to send them. All in an attempt to keep him out of contact with his best friend. And like in many a deeply religious family like the Kings, Luke did what he was told. 

Well, sort off. As soon as Lucas turned 18 and started his trade school education, he got access to the internet. Setting up an email account was quickly done, and he made contact with Ryan soon thereafter. Only to find out that uncle Mike had not told Ryan what happened either. The boys communicated in secret with each other for over a year. Finally catching up with what Ryan had been up to those past four years. Making plans on when they would meet up again. Luke even got to chatting with uncle Mike as well. Learning that he and his wife had separated because of the stupid family feud.

Luke had built his own cross bike in his first year at trade school. Using the welding and fabricating skills that uncle Mike had taught the kids. It was Luke's pride and joy. The motorcycle had a style all of its own. Just like Luke. The teen had grown into a tough mother fuck'n 19-year-old muscular dude. With a mysterious attitude to match. Lucas King had a lot of friends, being one of the most popular butch jocks in school. And he hated that. The more he tried to push people away, the more they seemed to like Luke. The man did not do long-term relationships. He liked to fuck around. The rougher, the better he liked it. Getting as many different experiences as he could get. Since the first introduction to porn magazines by cousin Ryan years ago, Luke had started his own collection. He branched out a bit, though. Loving the rougher stuff. Even getting himself some ass-toys. Good thing his parents never found that out.

Because that was the one thing that he liked the most. Fucking ass or toying his own. Even getting some girls to do him with a strap-on. Although Luke wasn't a true ass-virgin himself, he had still not had the pleasure of a real man. Not that he was turning gay. Luke was as straight as an arrow. Or so he kept telling himself. But if it had to be with a man, it would have to be with someone like Ryan. That guy had always turned the twink on. Ryan would be 21 by now - A big, strong, and well-hung colored stallion of a man. Or so Lucas imagined when he dreamed about all the naughty and rough games the boys used to play. Invariably waking up with cum stained jockey shorts. Yes, Luke had developed a bit of a thing for Ryan. And he could not wait to meet up with him again.

Luke had remembered the time - years ago now - when he and Ryan had spotted two nasty older skinhead men mistreating an unwilling captured twink. They had their ungodly way with the dude after they had tied him over an oil drum and ripped off the twink's clothes. It was the first time Luke had seen people having sex. And extremely roughly at that. When those men spotted the two teens watching them with their hands down their pants, they hunted them off the abandoned property. Shouting all kinds of scary obscenities at the boys. Wanting to rip them apart with their baseball-sized tattooed dicks. Getting chased like that by two horned-up older guys scared the crap out of little Lucas. Although Luke had been utterly startled and confused back then, the more mature Ryan clued the pre-teen in pretty quickly. Explaining what the men were doing to each other. Telling him that it wasn't that bad. Somehow the whole sorted affair got stuck in Luke's mind. Thinking about it always turned him on.

Ryan and Luke had been secretly snooping around the old abandoned naval yard at the time when they stumbled upon the two vandalizing hooligans. And somehow, Lucas wanted to visit that place again. Maybe even get freaky with his cousins back there. Letting Ryan or Troy nail his ass like they saw those skinheads do all that time ago if they were up for that. Luke had made himself no illusions, though. From what Ryan had texted and emailed him, Ryan was seeing someone at college. She seemed like a nice Latina girl in the picture Ryan had sent of the two of them. 

But the whole idea of having rough sex made up Luke's mind. No matter what his parents would say, Luke would love to spend his 8 holiday weeks at uncle Mike's. Catching up with Troy, Ryan, and Mike. Seeing what kind of mischief he could get himself into. Luke didn't even mind that he would have to get his hands dirty to earn his keep around the dairy farm. The boy was into manual labor anyway. Early on, it had taught him that he wanted to go to trade school rather than college. Thinking he might become a welder, heavy machinery mechanic, or a metal fabricator later.

Shoveling shit was better than having to spend his holidays with his own 6 brothers and sisters. Listening to the daily sermons from his mom and dad. They had brought their Christianity to a whole new level. Luke was more of a live and let live kind of guy. Taking the best of both worlds and going by his own gut feeling. The twink was way too independent for that. 

He needed proof about the family feud thing, even though his father did not want to talk about it. All Luke got told was that uncle Mike was supposedly a bad man. Whatever that may mean. The strapping dude had always felt drawn to his uncle and nephews, Troy and Ryan. Come to think of it, Luke resembled his uncle much more than his own father. Unlike the rest of the King family, both men were exceptionally tall and well build. Luke was a little over 6 foot 8 now. He has blue eyes and dark-blond shoulder-length hair. The stud even has a naturally tanned complexion, just like his uncle. Luke was a really stunning sight to behold. Uncle Mike had piercing blue eyes as well. If you didn't know any better, you would be excused for thinking that Luke was one of Mike's boys.

So Lucas had called his uncle from the payphone at school. Arranging a summer job at the farm while he got to spend time with the black-sheeps of the family. Uncle Mike was delighted to hear that the boy would be dropping by. But a little worried too. Mike had not seen Luke in 4 years, and a lot of things had changed for Mike as well. Luke had enough of the strife between his father and favorite uncle. The now 19-year-old trade school student had a big argument with his parents. Luke had announced - out of the blue at dinner - that he would stay 8 weeks with his uncle Mike and his cousins again. Even Luke's brothers and sisters could not persuade him not to go back there. But nothing would stop him now.

The day after the argument about his holiday plans, Luke drove his homemade cross bike across three states in two days. It was more than a week before he had actually planned to go to uncle Mike's. Luke would be taking in some sights along the way. So he took his sweet time, riding his fucking cool cross bike around. During the road trip, Luke slept in some cheap, sleazy motel. Even though he did not get much sleep there. In the motel rooms around him, everyone seemed to shag everyone else there. And sleeping with a boner at 19 was simply impossible. So Luke lay awake all night. Listening to all the fucking going down around him.

Late in the afternoon, on the second day of his road trip, Luke parked the bike around the back of Mike's large dairy farm. Right near the back kitchen entrance. Uncle Mike came running outside with a shotgun in hand. Feeling pissed off at this invasion of their privacy by the strange biker. But as soon as Luke took off his helmet and flicked his hand casually through his hair, Mike's mood changed for the better. Despite the four years that had passed, uncle Mike recognized the now grown-up athletic stud immediately.

"Hey, Luke, is that you?..." called uncle Mike to Lucas King.

"I did not expect to see you yet... Boy?... Has your father set you up to this?" Mike asked quasi angrily. Luke did not answer. He just looked stupefied at his uncle. Luke had personally made the arrangement to spend his summer holiday with him. And Mike King wasn't one to forget something like that.

"Why don't you answer me, boy?" 

"Sir, I am not in the habit of answering obvious questions... No, of course he has not put me up to this... I like to spend my holiday here if you don't mind... To catch up with Troy, Ryan, and you, Sir... It has been over 4 years now... I am old and wise enough to set my own rules... What the fuck is this feud all about anyway?... Dad won't tell me anything..."

"Ah... Is he still on about that?... You know when this all started, right?... I caught you sucking off Ryan in the hay barn... Your dad thinks I was encouraging you to blow me as well... He even accused me of being a dirty queer... Out to turn his son... And you know how the rest of the family reacts to gays... Shit, I was still married back then... I had experimented around a bit... But never with underaged dudes like you or Ryan."

"Huh?... Is that all that this is about?... But nothing actually happened between you and me!... All the nasty fun and exploring had already happened with Ryan by then... So dad could not have seen us... I think Ryan enjoyed himself, though..." grinned Luke naughtily. Remembering the sexscapades as if it happened yesterday.

"Actually, Sir... Ummm... Ryan and I knew you were watching our experiments in the barn... Milking that fat udder of yours very hard... I think my dad must have caught you watching us with your dick hanging out..." said Luke looking away in shame of his own words.

"Really?... I would have loved to teach you boys a thing or two about milking a real man myself... Not that Ryan isn't... He's just as hung as you are... Anyway... I am glad you decided to come, son... How is it hanging, Luke?" Mike cupped a rude feel of Luke's manhood. All while hugging the boy tight with the other arm that still held the shotgun. The twink's dick reacted instantly to the rough stroking hand. Luke's 8-inch cock bulge in the leather biker jeans was a proper handful. The dude was hung like a horse, just like his son Ryan.

For a moment, Luke moaned in pleasure and utter surprise at this unexpected welcome. The straight dude actually had not expected his uncle's rude touch like this. Wondering if the man had turned gay. But he quickly released his uncle once the un-shaven ruffian actually tried to kiss him on the lips. Luckily Troy came running out of their farmstead at that time. Disguising the fact that Mike had made Luke feel a bit uncomfortable. Despite his open-mindedness.

The boys Troy and Ryan King were adopted. Mike's ex-wife, aunt Bridget, wasn't able to bear children of her own. But that did not mean Troy or Ryan were loved any less by them. The Asian-American Troy flung his 17-year-old body around his favorite cousin's neck. Troy had always looked up to Luke, as Luke did to the African-American Ryan. The three of them had been inseparable in their youth. Even experimenting together.

"Oh God!..." exclaimed Troy in delight. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Luke!... Nice to see you again, cuz!... Fuck, you've grown even taller... And shit, don't you look... Ummm... butch... dressed in those cool leathers!" 

Troy eyed up Luke. Watching his nephew intently up and down. Looking stunned at his macho black biker gear. From the top all the way down to the tough black biker boots with straps. Noticing the excited bulge in Luke's skin-tight leather pants. Indeed, since the last time Luke was here - four summers ago - Luke had grown into a tough young adult as well. And the street-wise lad behaved accordingly. 

The strong 17-year-old Troy shivered as the tall jock nearly crushed him with a bro-hug. Luke gave a very tight embrace to his second favorite nephew. Troy had always been a little jealous of the bond Luke had with his four years older brother. Just like Luke, Ryan was a free spirit. But a lot more of a butch delinquent than Troy had ever dared to be back then.

"Hey Tiny... Good to see you too, dude." laughed Luke as he kissed Troy brotherly on the cheek. Troy wasn't short either. This nickname was about his dick size. When the cousins used to secretly fool around, Troy was a lot smaller and much less mature than the other two. The Asian-American Troy could not have been more different than the African-American Ryan. Yet you could not separate the two with a crowbar.

"Ha... Well... Luke, I think you'll find that Tiny has grown quite a bit down there as well... It's a nice hand full, ain't it, Troy?" joked Mike. Slapping his youngest on his ass.

"Dad?... Shit, man... Stop it... I am not gay!... Stop touching me like that in front of others," exclaimed Troy embarrassed. But Luke was a little surprised by the openly change in attitude of his uncle. It made him suspect that Mike had actually turned a little queer since his divorce. Somehow that thought made Luke grin. He did not mind it one bit. It fitted his uncle's new demeanor.

"Sure you're not, son... Don't be shy, though, Troy... Luke doesn't have anything you don't have... And you've got nothing to be embarrassed about yourself!... Let's get inside and get Luke settled in." said Mike delighted at the unexpected early reunion. Luke clapped his arm around Troy, guiding him back inside. 

"Fuck, dude... That leather looks good on you," muttered Troy, impressed by Luke's get-up, as the men followed Mike back inside.

"Glad you approve... You don't look half bad buffed up like that either, Tiny... So... Ummm... Are you seeing anyone at the moment?"

"Yeah... You!" laughed Troy dirty. As he clapped his hand roughly onto Luke's buttock.

"Fuck dude!... careful with the goods!"

"You straight too then?..." sighed Troy as he quickly withdrew his hand. But Luke grasped the muscled arm and slammed it right back in place. Winking dirty at Troy.

"Yeah, sort off... I am between girls myself, though... And I haven't had any pussy in ages... I am willing to try anything by now... Is the old navy workshop and foundry still there?... I'd love to have a sneaky look around there again with you and Ryan this summer," grunted Luke under his breath as the men walked inside. But his uncle had caught the last bit of their conversation.

"You'd do well to stay away from that place, boy!... I hear there is a nasty group hanging around there these days..." recalled uncle Mike with a shiver. Both twinks nodded understandingly, clinching their buttocks. Yet Luke caught a glimpse of something ominous in uncle Mike's eyes. As if he exactly knew what was going on at the abandoned foundry and navy workshops.

As Luke chatted with Mike and Troy, a rough-looking fellow trundled over to the farmhouse. Taking his time to look disapprovingly at Luke's homemade cross bike parked out in the farmyard. The buff tattooed skinhead guy looked a little older than his 37-year-old uncle. The roughneck was truly built like a brick shit house. Wearing punk boots, bleached ripped jeans with sweat-stained red suspenders, and a dirty Harley Davidson jacket over his naked torso. The man was a body-builder. He has humongous arms, large pierced pecs, and a veiny bull's neck. But he seemed to have forgotten to train the rest of his lower body as well. The rough skinhead nearly looked triangular in size. On spindly legs. Wide at the top and extremely slender beneath his waist.

"... Geez, have you seen that heap of junk parked outside?..."
"... Who's rustbucket crap is that anyway?..."
"... Fuck, you know I don't want guests to park there!..."
"... I won't have it staining up my yard!..."
"... Ha, would you even call that a bike?..."
Called the stranger aggressively as he made himself right at home in the kitchen. Taking off his stinking boots and grabbing a beer out of the fridge. Plopping himself next to uncle Mike. Not noticing that a guest was sitting right across from him.

"... Shit, who the fuck are you?..."
Called the surprised thug aggressively after Mike pushed him away. Finally spotting Luke sitting across from him at the kitchen table. He saw Luke's classic biker jacket hanging over the back of his chair.

"... So... that's your... Ummm?... a bike is it?..."
"... Don't you know how to use a coat rack?..."
"... Why is that faggot jacket hanging on my chair?..."
"... What the hell are you doing here anyway?..."
Shouted the skinhead increasingly more gruffly at Luke. But the stunned Mike put a stop to this man's uncalled-for outrage.

"Oh, Brandon... Shut your face!... Let me introduce you to Lucas King... He's John's son, my nephew... Luke will be staying with us for a while, remember?... Lucas, this is Brandon Jester... He's my... Ummm... Foreman."

Luke vaguely smiled knowingly at uncle Mike. Realizing that foreman wasn't the first word that had popped in Mike's mind. Luke instinctively knew there was something more going on between those two men. It took Luke a few moments to gather his thoughts and composure after the unexpected verbal chastising by Brandon. As calm and collected as he could, Luke answered the man, "Hello... Nice to meet you, Sir... My name is Lucas King..." said Luke, still a little surprised by the roughness of Brandon Jester. Standing up to shake his hand. But Brandon left him hanging. So Luke sat down again. Feeling Troy grasp his hand in fright under the table. Even though Luke seemed unfazed by the verbal onslaught.

"I've seen you looking at my motorcycle... I have made it myself... Sorry to hear you disapprove, Sir."

"... Shit... One more foul-mouthed, moody teen to deal with..."
"... Yeah... It ain't no Harley..."
"... I don't tolerate you talking back to me like that either, bitch!..." 
growled Brandon Jester roughly.

That took the straw for Luke. With his gaze firmly fixed on Brandon, he replied harshly, "True... Harley's are not my style, though... I am not a pompous, pretentious prick that needs his ride to compensate for a tiny dick..."

The world stood still, nothing moved, the birds stopped chirping, and the cows stopped moo-ing. Even the freaking leaves on the trees stopped rustling. Lucas King's cold blue eyes locked gazes with the fiery dark look of Brandon Jester. It took minutes before anyone dared to move. Brandon was not someone you stood up to. But Luke just did, and how!

Only after Luke broke gazes with Brandon Jester and focused on Mike did the stunned man react. Uncle Mike grasped Brandon around the throat. Meanly shouting at him, "Don't ever let me catch you talk to my son's like that again!... You're not in charge here!... I am!... Now apologize to Lucas!" Face slapping Brandon harshly with the other hand. Luke had never seen this dominating side of his uncle. And by the frightened look of Troy, neither did he.

"Get your stuff!... You'll be sleeping in the bunkhouse, Brandon... Together with the rest of the farmhands... At least as long as Luke stays here with us and your manners have not improved... How dare you call Luke a bitch?" shouted uncle Mike, outraged.

This confirmed it for Luke. His uncle had a male lover. It would not even surprise him if they secretly slept in the same room. Sliding the chair back, Luke made his move. He got up, grasped his jacket off the chair, and made for the kitchen door.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?... We're about to have dinner," shouted Brandon. Still looking fumingly in Luke's direction.

"I have suddenly lost all appetite... I am going to find a different spot to park my ride, Sir... But only after I cruise around the area a bit... I haven't been here in ages," snarled Luke harshly at the nasty skinhead. Lucas wasn't one to dislike people at first sight. But for Brandon, he would gladly make an exemption.

"Dad?... Where will Luke be sleeping?..." interjected Troy lightly.

"Oh... Right... Well, I think he can bunk with Ryan while he stays here... Where is Ryan anyway?... I haven't seen him all day," replied uncle Mike a little too quickly.

"Who the fuck cares where he is... That boi is never around when you need him... He needs to be taught a hard lesson... He is probably out screwing around with his..." grunted Brandon under his breath. But a sharp gut punch from Mike stopped him talking. Uncle Mike looked at Troy and then at Lucas as he grabbed something out of the kitchen dresser draw. To the utter disgust of Brandon Jester, uncle Mike threw Luke a set of keys with a circular keychain. It had the farm's logo on one side and a code number on the back.

Mike turned to Brandon and shouted aggressively, "Brandon Darius Simon Mathias Jester!... You do well to remember not to talk to my three sons like that!... Luke... You can park your bike next to Ryan's in the new garages around the back when you return... The last garage bay on the right should have a spot free... Use the electronic keyring to unlock the door, Luke... And you can use the keys to let yourself in while you are here, son."

"Thanks, uncle Mike... But I am not your son!... But B.D.S.M. Jester?... Hahaha... That's hilarious!... Ha... Jester and the King... And how funny is that?" sneered Lucas nastily as he deliberately rammed his shoulder into Brandon's. Stumping out of the kitchen dining room. Luke grabbed the rest of his bags from the bike. Once back in the farmhouse, Luke could hear uncle Mike and Brandon arguing a mile away. Thinking he might have made a mistake coming to the farm. Luke didn't need to be liked by everyone. But the rudeness that mister Jester laid to bear took the cake. The asshole wasn't funny, despite his last name.

The remodeled farmstead was enormous. It turned out that the entire farmhouse had been given a huge make-over after Mike's divorce from aunt Bridget. The main building oozed luxury but in a manly Scandinavian country style now. Luke looked for Ryan's bedroom upstairs. When Luke finally walked into the right door, his jaw dropped to the floor.

Exclaiming to Troy, "Fuck... Ryan moved up in the world... This is a cool room, dude... It's a fucking love nest, man... Where is the stud anyway... Ain't he back from college yet?" sighed Luke, impressed by Ryan's digs. The boy's bedrooms had been at least doubled in size after the remodel. The other spare rooms were not needed anymore now that the family did not come to stay anymore. Complete with their own en-suite bathrooms. Luke helped Troy to set up a spare bed next to Ryan's kingsized four-poster.

"Ha... This is nothing!... Mine is much nicer... You should come and see it when you've washed up... It's right across the hall... Yeah, Ryan should have been here... But I haven't seen him since yesterday evening," laughed Troy, apparently unfaced by Ryan's disappearance.

Troy left Luke to unpack, but Lucas looked around the huge bedroom instead. He grinned when he thumbed through Ryan's stack of bedtime reading. As well as some straight-up hardcore porn, it now included a stack of gay magazines of the nastiest bondage and domination kind. Luke suddenly noticed all sorts of hidden hooks, rings, and chains around Ryan's four-poster bed. It was done in a very unobtrusive way. But once you knew what to look for, it was obvious that Ryan was into kinky shit. It made Luke wonder about Ryan. Thinking the African-American lad wasn't half as straight as he let on to be in their conversations. Luke wanted to go and find Ryan. Even though he had no idea where the dude would be hanging out.

Lucas unpacked some of his gear. Making himself right at home. The longer Luke spend in Ryan's room, the more clues he got about what his favorite nephew was into. Ryan was completely into bondage. Finding his stash of ropes and leather straps under his bed. As well as the dude's nasty sex toys. Luke grinned to himself as he examined the spine-chilling stuff. What the jock just could not figure out was if Ryan was the dom or the bitch. Would Ryan like to get tied up? Would he even do it with men, or just with women? Would Ryan mind teaching some of this to Lucas, now that both of them were 4 years older and more experienced? Ryan might even find that suggestion offensive by now, thought Lucas to himself. The stud's dick made the leather biker gear feel uncomfortably tight, thinking about all of this. So Luke undressed and grabbed a towel from the linen closet. Taking a well-deserved long cold shower. Washing away the grime of the road trip and wondering where the nasty, wretched stallion would hang out. Luke really missed his best friend dearly. Even though the rest of his family did not seem all that concerned by his disappearance.

When Lucas came out of the shower - still feeling pretty horny - he caught Troy wearing his biker jacket and sniffing the crotch of his leather jeans. The Asian-American Troy was growing into a strong bull that liked to work out. A head shorter than Lucas but a decent little Asian chick magnet. And dressed in Luke's biker jacket, the 17-year-old looked particularly hot, thought Lucas. Troy was casually stroking himself with his pants hanging around his ankles. Luke snuck up to the teen's rear-end. Grabbing the boy from behind. Pressing the 17-year-old tightly to his naked torso. Troy did not resist. The lad actually pushed himself up against his nephew.

"You like my leathers... Don't you, tiny?... Would you like me to give you a hand, like old times?... Fuck!... Your dad was right... You have grown... Mmmm... Nice fat cock, dude... What the hell did you feed that big thing?..." said Luke as he stroked Troy hard.

"Oh shit... Sorry man... I... I thought... Oh fuck... sorry, man... you looked so nice in these butch biker leathers that you turned me on... Fuck... I am so sorry, Luke... I didn't mean to... Oh shit, sorry, man!"

"Ha... I don't mind... Leather looks cool on you too, buddy... But shit stud... Your dick is just as fat as your father's... He was right... That's an eye-watering handful... I bet you made plenty of girls cry with that thing already... Or... Ummm?... Should I say boys perhaps?"

"Fuck no!... I am not gay!... Really I am not, Luke... But don't let go... Shit... I love how this feels... Just like old times, man... Damn, I've missed you, Luke... We all have... But talking about being gay... Did you know that Ryan is?... But he and dad think I don't know... And since Brandon moved in a few weeks ago, I even suspect dad may be gay as well... I have caught Brandon sneaking out of Dad's room a couple of times... But don't tell them I told you, please." asked Troy looking up at Luke with pleading eyes.

"Mom's the word... But... Ummm... Are you sure you're not a tiny bit queer yourself?... You seem to like me stroking you a little too much... And... Ummm... You do realize your asshole is riding my cockhead... Don't you, Tiny," grinned Luke down over the shoulder of the twink.

"Oh fuck... Just hold me, Luke... Slide that huge thing in a bit deeper while you milk me dry, fucker... It feels so nice... This may never happen again!... But I've always dreamed about this, Luke!" sighed Troy as he relaxed his ass and pushed himself an inch deeper over Lucas's manhood. Giving the tiniest hint of an unexpected painful scream as the cockhead of his favorite nephew suddenly got grasped by his Asian boy-pussy. Making Troy feel week in the knees.

Lucas slid his arm under one of Troy's and grasped the shoulder on the other side. Taking a strong grip of the guy while pressing him hard to his taut chest and firm stomach. Letting the boy dictate the depth of penetration. But not releasing the dude's girthy packer. With Troy softly riding the cockhead, Luke helped Troy stroke one out. In fact, Lucas upped the jerkoff tempo considerably. Making the virgin Troy loudly moan as he relaxed his ass even more and fucked himself onto Lucas's 8-inches. His spine arched, and his head twisted back, looking up at Luke. Lucas bent forward and stuck his tongue in the drooling mouth of the leather-clad twink. Whispering to Troy, "Nice tight ass man... Shoot it for me... Now!... Let's make a big mess, Tiny."

Troy lost it at those words. It brought him right back to 5 or 6 summers ago. When he first joined Ryan and Luke in one of their secret jerkoff parties in the hayloft. Making a mess became a running gag between the three of them. Troy shot 7 or 8 thick streams of spunk over Ryan's bedsheets. Luke wanted to pull back. But the orgasmic-high of the boy had clamped his ass painfully tight around Luke's cock. So it took the embarrassed Troy a while to regain enough composure to release Lucas's purple rod. Troy sank onto the spare bed and put his head in his hands in shame.

"I am... I... Oh fuck... I am so sorry, Luke."

"Don't be silly, boy... I am glad you tried this with me... Like I have said, I am not gay either... But I don't mind experimenting around... You know that..."

"Yeah... But I... I did not... Shit, I didn't intend it to happen like this... Forgive me, please."

"Ha... You're forgiven, Tiny ass... and feel free to give it another go if you're ready for it, bro... Don't knock it until you really tried it!... Heck, maybe the three of us can fool around this summer... That is... If you're up for that... Sounds like Ryan may be... Who knew!... But where is the asshole anyway?... I'll spank the living daylight out of him when he turns up," joked Lucas. Consoling Troy like a real brother.

"I am not sure, dude... I've got a girl."

"Hahaha... Bring her along... Will do the slut in a King-sized gangbang... Just kidding, though... You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, Tiny... Remember that, bro... We can have fun, even if we're not fucking around."

"I really don't know where Ryan is, Luke!... Are you worried about him?... I think he's just seeing one of his boys in town... Try the arcades on the boardwalk or the bar we used to go to, Luke... But stay away from that Brandon... You're very muscular, Luke, but not as strong as that bull... I don't trust him one bit... Not after this afternoon... I have never seen dad this angry with anyone before... And he only just started dating him... Ummm... I mean, Brandon only just started working for dad..."

Luke put on a jockstrap and his thin cotton camo's. Walking half-naked across the hall with Troy to his hangout. Tiny had not been kidding when he said his new bedroom was even nicer than Ryan's. The walls were hung with all kinds of sexy women on the hoods of fucking cool sports cars. And that was not to speak of the ginormous computer setup the buff Asian-American hunk had to play with. He was clearly into racing computer games. The room seemed much bigger than Ryan's. A proper hangout spot with its own kitchenette, complete with bar and fridge. Luke made himself right at home. Grabbing an ice-cold coke from the bar, as he watched Troy demonstrate the latest and greatest Xbox games on the 75 inch home cinema TV.

"Geez, dude!... You weren't kidding around... This is a nice setup you got here... You can watch life-sized porn in fucking 3D on that movie screen if you wanted to!..." joked Lucas pointing to the ridiculous big TV. The lad just grinned. Troy grabbed the remote, and up came the wildest high school group orgy Luke had seen in a while. The entire buff football team had broken into the cheerleader locker room from the other team and made use of every hole available. Regardless if they belonged to one of the bitches or their own teammates. Troy stuffed his hand into his pants and forgot everything around him for a moment.

"Don't make a mess, boy!... Leave that to the professionals, Tiny," laughed Lucas as he slapped Troy on the chest on the way out.

Luke got dressed in an old white denim shirt where the arms had been ripped off and his biker boots. He pushed the house keys from uncle Mike into a large leather wrist band, grabbed his biker jacket and helmet, and proceeded out the door. Outside, uncle mike caught up with the stud.

"Fuck... that is a nice butch look, son!" called his uncle to Luke.

"Why do you insist on calling me son, sir?"

"Oh... That's a long story, Luke... Have you never wondered why you and I look this much alike?... I was about your age when... Well... Ummm?... Not sure how to say this... Shit, dude, I fear at some point I may have knocked up your mom... Don't judge me!... We were young, foolish, and horny as... Oh well... Long story short... You and I may be... Well... Ummm?... you know... related."

"Oh?... Okay... Yeah!... That would explain a lot... Hahaha... Daddy Mike... I like that... I like that a lot!"

"Shit... I am glad you're taking this lightly, Luke... Where are you going, Dude?... Take care, boy!" called Mike after Luke. But the stud had already tied his rolled-up biker jacket onto the gas tank as he sped away in search of Ryan.

The evening chill had crept in, and Lucas regretted not wearing his biker jacket. The buff all-American stud had a lot to think about. Mike may be his biological father. He and Ryan were gay. Or at least exploring along those lines. The brick shit-house Brandon Jester was the rudest skinhead Luke had ever met. Ryan was into bondage. And Troy? Well, he turned into a nice buff little fuck-toy. It felt great having his tight ass ride Lucas's man-meat. Much nicer, in fact, than the girls whom Luke did up the ass. And Tiny had looked so nice wearing his leather jacket too. Yeah, Luke loved to watch buff leather-clad men. Somehow they seemed way cooler if they did. "But shit..." thought Lucas to himself, "If Mike's my father, then Troy and Ryan are my brothers... Freaky!... Hahaha... Love thy brother!... Fuck yeah!... Why the hell not... If it happens, it happens!"

Luke spotted a set of skid marks a little further up the road. So he slowed down a bit. Oak street ran behind the back of the farm and the old navy workshops. Luke knew if he turned left on Iron drive, he would end up there. If he went right, he would drive to town via the back roads. But that was still 10 miles away.

The boy stopped near the tire marks. But there was nothing much else to see there. So he put his sunglasses back on and slowly drove away. As Luke drove off, he spotted a flash of sickening green. It was barely visible behind the tall overgrown weeds in the wide ditch beside the road. Fear and anxiety gripped Luke as he spotted what appeared to be a crashed car. Ryan's car! Ryan drove a tuned Subaru BRZ in a matt moss greenish-brown color. Because of this unusual color, it was hidden quite well in the overgrown ditch. And Lucas would not have spotted it in the evening dim were it not for the violent green fluorescent wheel rims. 

The athletic jock dropped anchor way too quickly. He nearly toppled over the front of his handlebars. But in an instant, Luke stood next to the car. The vehicle appeared to be intact parked slantways into the deep ditch. And to Lucas's relief, Ryan wasn't in it. That was the good part. The bad part was that he deliberately had been run off the road. The windshield had been smashed in with a chain and heavy padlock. It lay on the passenger seat of the two-seater Subaru BRZ. The driver's side window had been knocked in as well, and Lucas spotted signs of struggle.

Luke scratched his head and looked around him. He saw an oil drum burning in the distance on the old abandoned navy compound to his horror. Shady figures were milling around there. Warming themselves by the fire. Luke swiftly climbed out the dry ditch to push his motorcycle out of sight. Making a marker on the road with a broken limestone out the ditch. It marked the spot where Ryan's car had crashed. Luke knew the area like the back of his hand. Nearby was a hole in the fence where the King kids used to sneak onto the abandoned factory lot to explore. They build forts with the junk that laid around there. Well, Ryan, Troy, and Luke did a lot more than just exploring the workshops and foundry like the rest of the King family kids. The three friends enjoyed that place on their own much more. But neither Ryan's nor Luke's parents had ever found out what the boys were actually up to at that place.

Luke started to regret that he wore his white denim shirt and the heavy biker boots. The thick nails in the heels made a lot of noise on the concrete. And the shirt would make it hard to hide in the shadows. About 9 or 10 men had gathered around the burning oil drum. Laughing loudly and drinking hard. They seemed pretty pleased about something. Every now and then, 2 or 3 guys would walk over to the group from the foundry area. The unsavory motley crew cheered as the smaller group would approach. The man seemed to tell their gang what they had done in disgusting detail. The grosser the bragging became, the louder the cheers were. All Luke was able to make out was that the men had captured someone. And now they were taking it in turned to use their victim as they saw fit. Invariably Luke had to think back to the time when he and Ryan had seen two older skinheads do something similar to a twink. It made the hairs on the back of Luke's neck stand on end. He had a pretty good idea who their victim was this time. And Luke was having none of it. But he wasn't daft enough to take on 12 guys by himself.

When the next set of punk-rocker bikers walked away, Luke decided to follow them. Thinking that he could free Ryan when the guys changed shifts. The old abandoned navy workshops had been heavily vandalized and graffitied over. Broken glass was scattered across the concrete, and Lucas had a hard time not being heard. Luckily nature had taken over the outside. Giving Luke some much-needed cover as he tried to hide amongst the bushes and trees from the group of punks, rockers, skinheads, and thugs. The two heavy-set rough punk bikers went into the foundry area on the other side of the factory grounds. Luke climbed up the metal tin roof of a side building. Giving him the ideal vantage point into the foundry. 

To his horror, Luke's fears became a reality. The men had captured Ryan. His arms were tied up high above his head to a hoist used to carry the large crucibles of molten metal around the foundry. Ryan's left foot was barely touching the ground. The right knee was tied in such a way that his leg could not straighten out. Apparently, it had been in that position for a long time. The blood circulation looked to be cut off, and the sole of his right foot had been whipped. Ryan's torso was bound by rough ropes just above and below his nipples and waist. Creating sort of a harness to subdue the struggling twink with.

If Ryan had not been seen since last evening, he must have been here for at least 24 hours, thought Lucas in terror to himself. But he seemed to have enough fight left in him. Thrashing about as the biker set out to work him over. One got out a flogger and started to do some damage on the twink's ass. The other whipped out his cock, strained himself, and pissed Ryan straight in the face. Ryan cursed and screamed at him like a drunk sailor. Kicking him right in the nuts. The lad could not do much more because he was utterly immobilized by how the group had tied him up.

The flogging biker got angry and pulled out a roll of duct tape to shut Ryan up. Even taping the leather blindfold to his face. The other guy drenched one of Ryan's piss-stained socks with something from a small brown bottle. Pressing the sock over the boy's nose. Making Ryan submit. He could not do anything else once the sock got taped to his face as well. The only thing that kept Luke from screaming was the fact that Ryan did not seem to enjoy this. Well, who would? But his 10-inch ebony man-meat was a clear giveaway. If he wanted any of this, then it would be as hard as a railroad spike. It clearly wasn't.

One of the bikers dragged a metal saw-horse in front of Ryan and adjusted its height. The other lowered the hoist, making Ryan bent forward over it. This to the great delight of both the men. They tag-teamed the lad's ass. Using the looped ropes as reins. Riding Ryan's ass like he was the only available cunt on earth. Luke knew what that must feel like. He had nailed enough pussy extremely hard to understand how far you could go. But this must hurt like hell. Even if you were half passed out. And yet, Luke kept watching the two bikers tag-team Ryan over and over and over again. Until one spotted Luke on the roof via the high windows. The fiery glow of another burning barrel must have caught the white shirt of Lucas.

One of the bikers caught his dick in his zip as he ran out the door to warn his mates about the intruder. The other shot up the ladder to the gantry-crane. Hoping to jump from there onto the rooftop where he spotted Lucas last. The ensuing chase was an unfair fight. Luke is a nimble free-runner. In his prime physical fitness. The flabby biker was out of breath before he had climbed the ladder to the top. But it was 12 against one. Luke had no chance without some help. Two of the younger punks had chased Luke over some rooftops and cornered him there. 

"There is the little shit... Two for the price of one... Boy, your ass is ours now!..."

The other punk made a flying kick at Lucas's stomach. Who promptly dove away. Sending the punk feet first over the edge of the shed roof they were on. He landed on his back onto a lean-too. The resulting crunch could have been two things. Either the roof broke, or his legs did. Luke did not stay to watch.

"Don't just stand there... Go see if he needs your help!" called Luke as he sprinted away from the other stunned punk.

Luke got chased around the navy workshop grounds for a good half hour until he ran headfirst into two mean-looking skinheads in their late twenties. They tied Luke's hands with rough ropes and dragged him kicking and screaming into one of the vandalized abandoned buildings near the main gate. Luke got slammed, belly first, onto a round metal welding table. The thing had been repurposed for something completely different, though. It had two vertical posts sticking up beside Luke's hips. And underneath, they had fastened some kind of pulley system. Luke didn't understand what that was for. But to his loathing, he found out quite quickly. 

The 12 men, aged between 25 and 40 something, started to gather around the table. Jeering, whooping, and hollering at their latest catch of the day. It took 4 of them to subdued the 19-year-old twink Luke, and 4 more strapped his wrist to the sides of the table. While one guy singed a leather collar tight around Luke's neck, the 4 that held the struggling Luke down spread his legs apart wide. They pulled his ass back over the edge of the round welding table to tie his ankles to the vertical posts. Luke lay spread-eagled now, ready for the gang's pleasure. With his ass hanging off the edge on one side and his head over the other.

One of the guy's flicked open a knife and taunted the crap out of poor Lucas King. Threatening to cut his pretty face up if he didn't shut the hell up and let the man take his ass. Not that Luke had anything to say about that. The jock had no idea if he would make it out alive. But at least the gangbangers were all here now, so Ryan would have a bit of relief. The guy with the knife seemed to be in charge of these gangbangers. He started to spin the table round and round. The other punks, rockers, thugs, and skinheads started to work themself up into a frenzy. Beating Lukes ass as he rolled by them. One even kicked him harshly in his nuts. A few others had whipped out their manhoods and smacked them against Luke's face as he spun past. 

Suddenly the table stopped spinning, and the leader cut Luke's camo's open at the ass seem. He stuck a hand in the boy's ass crack and yanked his cock and balls out the jockstrap from behind. Pulling on them as if he wanted to rip them from Luke's body. He ordered one of the men to fasten a ball-chute around Luke's nuts. The leather thing had snaps and a metal D-ring. The ring got attached to one end of the pulley system and the collar around Luke's neck to the other. If he pulled up his head, his nutsack got yanked down hard. The pain was nearly unbearable. Making Luke fear the worst.

"Okay... Who will break him in!" called a nasty black thug to the gangbangers, once they had Luke bound down hard.

The group spread around the circular welding table as the thug spun Luke around like a game of spin the bottle. After going around the group two or three times, Luke's dizzy ass came to a stop in front of a skinhead. The asshole had whipped his dick out in a split second. Lustfully smacking Luke's ass with it. Ripping his camo's even wider open for better access.

"Cool... Your ass is in for a treat, slut... They don't call him Ripper for not..." called the black thug that now stood with his 13-inch heavy baseball bat in hand. Ready to stuff it deep in Luke's throat. 

"Whoop... Yeah... Oh... Hell, this is going to be some night... Right... Ripper, slam that fat cock straight into this virgin... Split him in two!... Yeah... Make him cry for mommy... Pound that shit!... Fill him up!... Nail that pussy as if you own him... Oh, wait, we do!... Hahaha... Fucking right... He's ours now!... Let us see if he lasts longer than the other Bitch!" Whooped and hollered the entire gang humiliatingly to Lucas King. Punching and beating the boy to a pulp as he spun around on the table.

Ripper stopped the table and took a fist full of Luke's shoulder-length dark blond hair. Boldly announcing to his gang, "Fuck boys... I am going in dry!... I hope this one doesn't turn out to be a bleeder like the one from last month."

"Oh, NO, YOU'RE NOT, Ripper!... You can put that tattooed 14-inch baseball bat away... This punk's ass is mine first!... You can have the leftovers..." sounded an awfully familiar brutal voice from a distance. "And I don't fucking care if I rip his ass either... That loud-mouth is staying at that stupid cow-fucker's place... If only we knew where that asshole hides his cash... We should have torched that farm weeks ago!"

The group parted as Brandon Jester stood in front of tied-up Lucas King. He yanked his hair up. Nearly pulling his nuts to the floor. Brandon spit in his face as he commanded Luke to make him hard. Well, Luke had sucked dick before. But Brandon's filthy piss stinking pubes were longer than the tiny dick that he got served.

"Well... What are you waiting for?" snarled Brandon to his new victim.

"Can you step a little closer... I can't reach it from here..." grinned Luke defiantly.

"You back-talking asshole!..." shouted Brandon as his man started to laugh at their boss.

"Oh... Shut up, guys!" commanded tiny dicked Brandon. Thrusting his full weight into Luke's face. The boy screamed in pain. Sending waves of vindicating pleasure through Brandon. It was not because of the dick in Luke's mouth. But the movement of his head had pulled even harder on his cock and balls. Whatever Lucky Luke tried, he could not get Brandon hard. Frustrated, the boss sent his men away as Ripper suggested that Brandon may have a few performance issues. Out of the corner of his eye, Luke spotted Ripper's manhood. He thanked his lucky stars that it wasn't him that popped his cherry. The dude was bigger than a horse - Both in length and girth.

Brandon spun Luke around, grabbed his loins, and thrust forward. The 4-inch packer barely disappeared 1 inch into Luke's gut. This was due to the way the man had tied him up. Brandon had to release Luke's arms and legs to relax the boy's buttocks enough to penetrate a little deeper. He had scarcely started his attack when a god-awful racket came from outside.

"Now what?..." called the frustrated buff skinhead to the men outside. As he heard the gang fight the entire navy. Or so it sounded like to Lucas.

"Boss... We... We got to go... We've been found out... The cops are here and everything!"

Brandon pulled out and ran toward the exit. Getting a clothesline from uncle Mike as he passed through the doors. Knocking him on his ass. Mike spotted Lucas tied down to the welding table with his ass in the air as he did that. Rather than deal with Brandon, he ran toward the boy to rescue him first.

"Shit... Are you okay, Luke?... Have you found Ryan?"

"Perfectly fine, daddy... Just... Ummm?... Could you release my balls from this contraption?... Brandon isn't the biggest man I've seen... Tiny is twice his size... Ohh... Fuck yeah... That's better, daddy... Nice rough hands, man... Now that your back there... Want it, daddy?... I am ready for anything now..."

"Shit, dude... I have to take a rain-check on that... Besides... I wasn't joking... I really think I am your father... So we can't... I don't mind you and Ryan have a go later, though,... Where is Ryan, anyway?... We found his car... Did you draw that arrow on the road?"

"Yep... I did... Let me take care of Ryan's ass, though... I know where he is... You just take care of those other guys outside... I'll make sure that Ryan gets home safely, Sir... Ha... It may take me a while, though... I'll call if I need help."

Luke gathered what was left of his dignity and got up from the welding table as his uncle reluctantly left him there. Stuffing his horny dick back into his jockstrap. Looking around for his boots. Luke put them back on. Making a beeline for the foundry area. Hearing the fight fizzle out as the gangbangers were chased off the old navy workshop grounds. 

Somehow the chase and the capture had put Lucas in an oddly horny mood. "This could have turned out a lot worse," thought Luke to himself. He had actually been humped by a man. But as butch, buff, and rough as Brandon Jester had looked, as disappointed Luke had been with his performance. But thinking back, he shuddered. What about that black thug or that Ripper guy? Luke was glad he had not fallen foul of those two horses. Luke hated to think what would have happened to his ass if they had gotten hold of it first.

When Lucas ran into the doors of the foundry, his biker boots made a menacing sound on the concrete floor. Ryan instantly reacted to this. The boy started to thrash about again, making angry muffled sounds through his taped-up mouth. Luke grinned as he walked a circle around the butt-naked Ryan. Inspecting the tormented dude's body. Up close, Ryan didn't look that bad. Yeah, he had a few cuts and bruises. But they would heal quickly enough.

As soon as Luke stood between the buttocks of his best friend, he remembered the time - four years ago. Back then, in the hayloft, he actually had contemplated letting his virgin teen ass getting split by this 10-inch ebony god. Sneakily the jock thought to himself, "Dang, this is hot... Look at his ass!... I will have a little fun with Ryan..." rubbing his stiffening cock lustfully. Luke took his leather driving gloves out the back pocket of the torn camo pants. The opening and closing of the Velcro straps made Ryan cringe in anticipation.

"No!... Not again... Guys... I've had enough!..." mumbled the taped-up Ryan.

Luke said nothing. Instead, he lay a hand on the back of Ryan and pressed him down over the saw-horse again. Luke was going to play a game with his best mate. He unfastened Ryan's bound-up right leg. Letting the blood flow back through the veins in a slow and controlled fashion. Luke's touch seemed to have a calming effect on Ryan. He lowered the hoist a bit more and unhooked Ryan's twisted-up arms. But he left the leather wriststraps on the dude. Using the ropes to tie them onto the metal saw-horse Ryan hung over. In fact, he took his legs and also put leather straps around them and the saw-horse. Spreading Ryan's ass open. Luke softly stroked his gloved hand through Ryan's ass-crack. It made the boy sigh and shake his head. He wanted the tape from his face removed. But before Luke did that, he buried his tongue into Ryan's black hole. Rimming and soothing the ass of his best friend. It made Ryan hard in an instant. Luke stood up behind him. He bent over Ryan and carefully removed the poppers soaked sock from his nose and the tape from his mouth. Taking care that the leather blindfold would stay in place for now. 

Luke raised himself up again. Thought for a moment. Contemplating if he could get away with the dirty thought he had. He wanted that ass. Luke wanted to fuck Ryan more than anything else in the world now. Nothing too hard or rough. They could try that later. At first, he decided against it, but Luke's cock had other plans. The 8-inch thing had started leaking pre-cum and had worked itself free from under the jockstrap and the torn pants again. Lucas looked down at his throbbing monster. Apart from humping Tiny earlier, it had not seen action in weeks. So Luke decided just to tease the ebony hole a bit. To see what reaction Ryan would give. Lucas pulled out a rubber, slid it over the rod, and used a lube packet to grease it up.

Well, even before Luke entered paradise, he got his answer. Ryan shot a fat load as soon as the tip of Lucas's cock slid into Ryan's tormented rosebutt. Because he thrust up, Luke disappeared down the gaping black rabbit hole a lot deeper than intended. And just like rabbits, the boys went at it hard and fast. Luke removed all the stops, nailing his buddy rougher than he had done to any of his girls before. Making Ryan scream in complete pleasure. Even though it did not take long, it was remarkably nice for both men. Luke did not even drop a load in there. He slowly lowered himself over Ryan, with his dick still buried to the balls deep in that nice ebony ass of his, and removed the leather blindfold and the wrist restraints. Pulling Ryan slowly up from the saw-horse. 

"Shit!... Luke?..." exclaimed Ryan in delight when he saw Lucas King was nailing his cunt. "Oh fuck... Yeah... Oh... Ai... Ummm... Nice cock, man!... *Cough*... Ahh... Ouch... Ohh."

That's when Luke noticed Ryan was in a whole heap of pain. Ryan screamed in agony while his tortured right leg gave way. So he literally hung on Luke's cock. Luke grabbed Ryan under his legs and walked him over to a nearby table. He slowly pulled his cock out of Ryan's ass and softly laid him down.

"Oh, Lucky Luke... Am I glad you came along, man... I don't think I could have lasted much longer with Brandon's guys."

Luke said nothing. But the embarrassed tears rolling over his cheeks said more than enough.

"It's okay, buddy... I enjoyed that last little bit... Unlike those gangbangers, you felt really nice in there... I didn't know you were... Are you... Ummm?... Are you gay too, Luke?"

Luke still said nothing. He swiftly gathered up what seemed to belong to Ryan and laid it onto the table next to him.

"Luke?... What's wrong, dude... Didn't you like it?" Ryan grabbed Luke's arm and pulled him toward him. He sat up on the edge of the table, grabbed the sides of Lucas's face, and kissed him.

"It's okay... Luke... I am okay... Now that you're here... I have always wanted you to know that I was gay... But I did not know how to tell you..." Ryan kissed the twink, who promptly opened his lips to kiss his best friend back. Ryan whimpered as Luke squeezed his torso a little. 

"You call that, okay?... You can't stand, and they may have broken a few ribs... And judging by the look of your eyes, you may have a concussion or something... I am calling your father to come pick you up!"

"Don't, man..." whimpered Ryan.

"Shit... I left my phone in your room," called Luke.

"My room?... What were you doing in my room?" asked Ryan, a little shocked.

"Your dad said we should bunk up together for the summer."

"Ah... Well, let us finish this party over there then... I could do with a real man up my ass..."

Luke dried his tears and grinned at Ryan. Both men knew they weren't done. Not in a long shot. Lucas told Ryan to stay put while he went away to pick up his cross bike. When he returned, Ryan had dressed as well as he could, and Luke helped to put on his sneakers. Since Ryan's t-shirt had been ripped to shit, Luke handed his leather biker jacket to the man. Luke took a good look at Ryan wearing his classic black leather jacket and the ripped jogging pants and exclaimed, "Oh hell... Yeah... that would do... Why the fuck do all black guys look this damned hot in leather?..." 

Luke helped Ryan onto the bike. "Dude... I want you to hold on real tight... Fold your hands across my chest... I don't want you to drop off the bike as well, Ryan... Tighter than that, man... Scoot forward... Plant that dick against my ass... I want to feel it riding the crack!... There you go... Let's get you home and into a hot bath... Ryan, you stink!"

As Luke raced home, Ryan put his head on Luke's back. Whispering to him, "Fuck, Luke... I've dreamed about this, you know?... This feels so nice, Lucky Luke... You're my hero!"

"You just stay awake back there, Ry... Keep talking dirty to me... Hell... Jerk me off while you are at it... I haven't shot a nut in ages."

Luke nearly parked his cross bike in the kitchen when they arrived. And not a moment too soon. The exhausted Ryan had almost dropped off the bike as the men screeched to a halt. Troy came running outside. Helping Luke to carry Ryan to his room. Troy ran downstairs again to get the first aid kit, and Luke stripped Ryan. Cleaning Ryan up as best he could. Dressing him into a pair of PJ bottoms. While Luke explained to Troy what happened, the boys took care of his cuts and bruises. Luke bandaged up the bruised ribs and the knee of Ryan as well. Lucas had taken a tumble off his first bike a year back, busting a few ribs. He knew the agony Ryan must be in. Even though he put a brave face on it. Luke had changed into his night gear as well when Troy, Mike, and their family doctor rushed into Ryan's bedroom. All were wanting to hear first hand what had happened.

"Let the doc take a look at Ryan first... The rest we can tell you tomorrow... Ryan needs a bath and a goodnight's sleep... And so could I..." sighed Luke at the commotion. 

The doctor examined the battered and bruised Ryan. But despite the doctor's request, Luke did not budge from Ryan's side. He couldn't if he had wanted to. Ryan had grabbed Luke by the wrist and did not let go of him. After the examination, the doctor confirmed what Luke had suggested. But luckily, it wasn't as bad as both men feared. "Nothing that a soak in the tub and a goodnight's sleep wouldn't cure." had the doctor said reassuringly. A little impressed by the measures Luke had taken already. 

Nevertheless, he told Luke to wake Ryan up every couple of hours. Just to check-up on him. He left a prescription for some painkillers and a date for a doctor's appointment. Luke ran a hot bath for Ryan, and the lads sat chatting for a long time about the evening events in the bathroom. Going over every nasty detail. After toweling Ryan dry, Luke carried him to the bed. Reapplied the bandages and proceeded to his spare bed. Setting the alarm on his phone for every two hours.

"Ummm... Dude?... You got to be kidding me!... Drop those PJ's and slide up behind me... I want you in there again!" commanded Ryan as he spanked his own ass.

"Ha... You know I'd love to... But your ass has seen enough action this week..."

"Hmmm... Luke, the doc told you to keep a close watch over me... So at least lay down beside me, dude... I mean it."

"Oh... Okay than... Scoot over, buddy."

Ryan found a fairly comfortable spot on his side to lay on, and Luke spooned his best friend a little too closely. As expected, Ryan did not mind that one bit. He grabbed Lukes left arm and put it under his neck. Luke lay the right one over Ryan's hips. He used his feet to pull up the blankets as the men snuggled up together. As soon as Ryan's head hit the pillow, he was gone. It felt oddly familiar to Luke. Even though he had never spent the night with anyone like this. And certainly not with a man as good-looking as Ryan.

"Awe... Will you look at that... Ain't that nice." Came Troy's sweet voice from the bedroom door a few hours later.

"Shush... You'll wake them up..." hissed Mike.

"Never mind... We are already awake, dad... the darn alarm just went off again..." grumbled Ryan.

"Oh... How are you boys doing?... You two had a rough day." asked Mike, a little worried.

"Yeah, the reception was a little extraordinary... Did you guys catch that Jester joker?" asked Lucas King.

"Nope... they got away... But the cops got their number... So they'll catch them quick enough... Your safe now... You boys need anything?..." sighed Mike fatherly.

"Ha... yeah... a bit of peace and quiet, and a large box of condoms and lube would be nice... This dude next to me is not going anywhere until he fucked the crap out of me, dad."

"Oh?... I thought we were keeping that a secret!... You're not getting any, Ryan... Not unless Tiny is willing to join us," grinned Luke, winking dirty at Troy. Smacking Ryan's ass hard.

"Maybe... How about this, boys?... I'll think about it and let you know this weekend," laughed Troy at the filthy suggestion. Mike and Troy left the two boys to sleep. They knew that Luke would keep a very close eye on Ryan's mild concussion.

Every few hours, Lucas did as the doctor ordered. He woke Ryan up and checked him over. To the annoyance of Ryan, who just wanted to get some sleep. It felt so darn nice having a friend that supported him in this time of need. After a few check-ups, Luke switched off his phone, and the boys dozed off holding hands. Luke had a few moments to think the whole sorted ordeal over. Luke had made up his mind. He would not let Ryan near his ass until they had both been checked for STDs by the family doctor before the weekend. It sounded like the gangbangers had used rubbers, but Lucas wasn't taking any chances. 

"Good morning, sweetheart..." said Luke in a ridiculous sweet tone to Ryan when he started to stir the next morning.

"Ha... Are you gay or something?" Ryan joked. Rolling onto his back with a painful sigh.

"Nope... But you are... Or so I've heard tell..."

"Lies!... I tell you... All Lies!..." laughed Ryan as he pulled Lucas close and pouted his lips. Luke just smiled and planted a sloppy kiss on Ryan. 

He saw that Ryan was doing a heck of a lot better than last night. But he still wasn't going to let himself get creamed by Ryan. No, certainly not until after the check-up would Luke let Ryan loose on his ass. The arguments that Luke gave for playing it safe had persuaded Ryan in the end. Luke made an appointment for the 2 of them to get checked up. If two more days would be all it took, then Ryan was willing to wait that long to pop his best friend's cherry. It was clear from the way Ryan lustfully ogled Luke that he wanted him. And nothing or no one would get in his way, not even Luke himself.

That day the boys didn't come downstairs until lunch. Ravaged, Luke and Ryan attacked the hot meal. Mike had changed tack and told Tiny that he and Ryan were gay. Troy, in turn, surprised the shit out of the two men when he said to them that he had known that all along. And that he would not mind getting in on the action himself, but only with Luke. Lucas nearly choked on his lunch when Troy had so openly said this to them. Even more so when uncle Mike said that he did not mind that one bit. Telling his boys, he would no longer keep secrets from them. And that included Lucas King.

Over the next couple of days, Troy, Ryan, and Luke talked a lot about sex. Just like old times, but with a lot less pussy. Ryan got a shock when Luke told him he was sort of an ass-virgin. Luke had to explain that he liked to get fucked in the ass by girls wearing strap-ons but had never gotten it from a real man. Apart from that Joke of a guy Brandon Jester. In turn, Lucas was shocked to learn that Ryan loved to dominate, bind, and torture his buddies into full submission. Even before he thought about having sex with them. To Luke, that didn't sound like much fun. It all seemed a bit one-sided to Lucas. He wanted something that would satisfy both participants. Or, at best, to get into some role-playing game. Getting bound and flogged without sex wasn't something he looked forward to. 

In the end, the men settled on a kinky bit of role-playing. Where one would make the other dress up in some leather gear. Dominating him into sex with only some minor bondage. Luke made Ryan swear that he would take it very easily at first. Telling Ryan that he would need to wear a condom too. The longer the two twinks talked about this, the hornier they got. They knew their roles. Now they just had to get the plan into action. But for that, they needed to buy some more gear.

A few days later, on Friday morning, Mike took his three boys into town. Troy had pestered his dad for a cool leather jacket like Lucas's. Even Ryan was contemplating getting some leathers for his own. As tough and butch as Ryan was, he never had gone that route. Ryan's look was more sportive. At best, he wore a leather jockstrap. Mike dropped Ryan and Luke off for their appointment with the family doctor. Both got a clean bill of health. 

The four men ate lunch at some seedy restaurant in the red light district of town. Watching the horned-up navy sailors that were looking for God knows what. After a lovely lunch, Mike took Troy to his first adult store. The 17-year-old Troy had always lived a sheltered life when it came to sex. Ryan and Luke toyed with Tiny a bit in the store. Trying to make him feel uncomfortable. But Troy got brave and boldly picked out a nice big butt-toy and a flash-light anal masturbater to the surprise of everyone. While Mike and Troy looked at the rest of the kinky stuff on display, Ryan dragged Luke to the video arcades in the back. 

"What am I supposed to do in here?" asked Lucas bewildered.

"Geez... Use your imagination!" laughed Ryan as he took the next booth.

Lucas had never been to a glory-hole cruising area before. However, as soon as he got presented with a nice 10-inch ebony shlong, he exactly knew what needed to be done. Dropping to his knees, Luke ran his wet tongue up the limp shaft. The thing reacted and got a little harder when luke went down toward the glistening cockhead again. Ryan disapprovingly grumbled on the other side of the partition wall. Lucas did not gobble the thing down. Instead, Luke ran his tongue along the underside and started to suck on Ryan's plump swinging balls. Making the hairless nuts glisten with spit. And letting the pre-cum oozing big ebony cock rest on Luke's forehead.

"Fuck... Stop teasing me, boi!... Suck that thing down!" came the commanding voice of Ryan.

"Say the magic words..." snapped Lucas meanly back.

"Oh... Please, man... I am about to explode..."

"Not good enough!..." laughed Luke meanly. 

He grabbed the ebony sack and pulled it down hard. Flicking a finger against the underside of Ryan's straining cockhead. Resulting in a painful sharp squeak. Followed by his tongue that circled the painful glans. Succeeded by two hot and willing lips that vacuumed themself around it, while Luke's tongue danced over its head. At last, Ryan felt his dick getting sucked down hard. He received the best blowjob that Ryan had gotten in a long time. This brought all kinds of horny memories back to both men.

Ryan's glory hole booth had a thick red curtain. However, Luke's booth did not. Anyone cruising the arcade would see Luke go down on his buddy. So when Mike and Troy wandered back there, they immediately saw Luke going at it. But Troy did not fully understand what Lucas was doing or why. His father had to explain the whole glory hole scene to Troy. Luke's concentration momentarily broke as he heard Mike talk to Troy behind him. He gazed up at Troy with eyes that seemed to ask the 17-year-old, "Want to try it?... I'll do you too, bro!"

Mike recognized that look and pushed Troy into the other booth next to Luke's with a filthy grin on his face. He closed their curtain and whispered to his youngest, "Go on, son... Unzip and stick your dick through the hole... Tap your feet on the floor to grab the sluts attention and... Well... Wait to see what happens next... You'll like it!"

"Oh shit... Oh Fuck, dad... He is sucking me... Oh... Uhmmm... Yeah... Deeper... Suck it, bitch!... Make me cum!" grunted Troy, filthy. He felt Luke go down on him too. 

Mike had given his boy a bit of privacy. The same could not have been said about Luke. A couple of vulgar talking sailors and a hairy biker daddy had started to watch the show from the hallway. Luke was jerking off the 10-inch ebony rod from one booth and gagging himself loudly over the 7-inch fat rod of Troy on the other side. Sitting on his knees with his back to the nasty peeping toms. Mike stepped in front of the onlookers and pulled Luke off the floor. He pulled down the lads ripped light-blue jeans. Grabbed Luke's hot asshole with one hand. Aptly squirting a thick glob of lube on it with the other. Greasing Luke's ass hard and roughly. Pumping the rough farmer-fingers in deep and a little painful. Once the stunned twink was sufficiently lubed, he twisted Luke's ass toward Troy's fat rod. He grabbed the boy by the balls and rolled a condom over his lad's fat dick. Troy screamed in shock and tried to pull back, but he could not. His old man had a firm grip on his nuts. 

"Present your hole to my boy, bitch!" Whispered Mike darkly to Luke. Lucas finally knew what this was all about. He grinned up at Mike and pressed his bum to the glory hole. Mike walked back into Troy's booth and instructed his boy, "Have at it, Troy... Fuck him!" Troy refused at first. But once Luke spread his cheeks, presenting his hot hole, Troy could no longer resist it. Mike slapped his boy on his ass, and Troy plunged forward.

"HOLY SHIT!... Hole in One... Dude!... Fuck... That thing is so fat!" said Luke with a muffled voice. He had his mouth full with Ryan's cock at the time. Ryan peered around the edge of the partition wall and smirked dirty as he saw that Luke was getting fucked hard.

Mike had wandered over to Ryan's booth. He stood behind his oldest and whispered hotly to him, "Troy is using his first man-hole... He seems to like it!... Now, spit-roast that King with your brother!... You're looking damned hot, Ry... Plow that boy's throat!... Feed him your cum!"

Ryan felt how Troy banged Luke's ass hard and deep. He timed his thrusts with Troy's as Luke bounced between the two of them. The onlookers and Mike whooped and hollered as Luke got spit-roasted through the glory holes. It suddenly made Lucas feel a little self-conscious when he realized that total strangers were looking at him, having sex in public. Luke slid off Troy with a plop and quickly pulled up his pants again. Turning his back to them as he did up his button fly. Troy had already filled his rubber with a nice fat load of jizz. Making Mike feel as proud as a peacock. His youngest had dumped his load inside Luke's milking ass. Ryan, however, wasn't as lucky. 

But Ryan knew there was more to come later that week. Ryan was going to have his nasty way with Lucas, if Luke wanted it or not. He did not care much for the roll-playing they had thought up together. Ryan would start off slowly enough. But once he had Luke where he wanted him, Ryan would tie him up, rip the man-virgin a second hole, and breed the lad hard and deep. So Ryan just played it cool. The four men bought themself some kinky sex toys and left the adult store with filthy satisfied grins on their faces. Luke and Troy followed Mike and Ryan. Troy put an arm around Luke's waist and looked up at him.

"Fuck, dude... That's the best fun I had in years... Filthy... But oh so fucking hot!" said the elated Troy to Luke.

"Yeah... I loved that dick of yours... dang boy... You've really grown... It's a propper ass stuffer!" sighed Luke as he lay an arm around Troy's neck. Squeezing the lad's shoulder hard.

"Shit!... I think I can get used to this..." mumbled Troy in pleasure.

"Tiny Faggot!..." joked Luke to Troy.

"Oh... I'd like you to do me too, Luke..."

"Get a number... Ryan is up first, I think... Sorry... But the summer ain't over yet, Troy..." said luke with a nasty wink.

Mike took the horned-up boy's leather shopping in one of Ryan's favorite gay leather stores. Troy got a cool black cafe racer jacket. A lot more modern than Luke was wearing. But it still looked fucking hot on him. Once Ryan and Mike saw it, they each bought one too. Mike a thin western-style one. And Ryan a thick butch punk-rocker-jacket with some nasty chrome spikes. Making him look pretty meanly like the gangbangers they had to endure earlier. Luke bought himself a kinky pair of chaps with button snaps and a wide waistband. Ryan got himself a pair of leather jeans with a black double zipper from front to back. As well as a half-body harness and a spiked leather dog collar and leash. 

The four of them strutted their stuff around town as they bought some more clothes. Many people were a little surprised and even intimidated by the 4 tough men. They could not care less and decided to drink something alcoholic in one of the many gay bars in town. When the newly leather-clad twinkies walked in that gay joint with their daddy, the un-shaven 37-year-old Mike King got accused of being a pervert by the bar's owner. He did not believe that Mike was their father. Since none but one looked like him. The barkeeper checked their IDs and immediately had to apologize to Daddy Mike. He really was their father. All 4 IDs gave King as their last name. It earned them drinks on the house. Although, the 17-year-old Troy had to make do with a coke. Mike grinned at his youngest, took a sip from his cola, and poured a hefty shot of his whisky into Troy's glass as well. 

"It's time to grow some hair on your balls, son!" grinned Mike to the flabbergasted Troy as the 4 frisky men toasted on a great day.

It wasn't until later that weekend that it finally happened. Ryan had been out cruising with Luke. He wore his queer new black leather jeans as the two boys drove their motorcycles around Ryan's favorite cruising spots. Watching the local faggots use the newly enlisted sailors on their first weekend-pass.

Ryan and Luke got home well past midnight. As soon as the men parked their bikes, Ryan got hostile with Luke in the garage. Forcing the lad gruffly to his knees. Plowing Luke's mouth. Luke played along nicely. Faking his disgust and fear of Ryan's cruel sexual attack. Luke managed to get away for a moment. He escaped through the old haybarn toward the house and into Ryan's bedroom. Ryan had caught up to him quickly and beat the shit out of the boy. Slapping him around the ears and threatening the lad viciously into submission. Loosely tying both his lower arms together with a thin leather belt. The harder Lucas pleaded with Ryan to stop it, the less it persuaded Ryan to release him.

Luke grinned since he knew that this was only in jest. And he would be in for the time of his life. Getting a proper beatdown fuck by his long-time hero. Boy, would his ass be sore tomorrow! But this would be well worth it, though. Thought Lucas to himself. 

Ryan ripped Luke's t-shirt clean off his heaving torso and pulled the jock's ripped jeans down. One by one, he brutally rammed 3 fingers into Luke's ass with only a little spit as lube. Loosening the butthole for his next party trick. And Luke still thought the rough delinquent Ryan was playing with him.

"I am going to fuck your tight virgin cunt, boy... Shout as hard as you like... This room is completely sound proved and dad ain't home!"

Ryan planted a knee in the small of Luke's back. Using one hand to meanly press his full body weight down onto Luke's face. Squishing the lads head sideways into the leather-covered mattress of his four-poster bed. Before the dudes had left earlier that evening, Ryan had secretly prepped his bed with all his bondage implements. Disregarding Lucas's requests not to get into a bondage session with Ryan during their first time. But it seemed Ryan had other plans in mind for Lucas's ass. 

The horny sex started out as they had discussed. Lulling Luke into a false sense of security. When Ryan had pinned Luke down, he put a half-body harness on him. He even rolled Luke onto the leather chaps. Fastening them tightly around his legs. Teasing Luke with a nibble on his cockhead and sinching the leather cord around at the back as tight as Ryan could make it. All while Lucas struggled and pleaded for his life in jest. Cursing and screaming at Ryan, but loving every second of it. Only his grin gave Luke away. Ryan sat himself down on top of Luke's leather-clad legs, beating the crap out of the horny twink. After being Ryan's punch-ball for a while, Luke reluctantly gave in.

"Okay... Okay... I give up... You can do anything you like with me... Just don't hit me anymore... Ummm... Sir..."

"Oh... Don't you worry about that, slut!... I WILL do anything I like to you... If you want it or not... This is all about my pleasure, Bitch... You're nothing but a fuck-hole to me... Filthy Faggot!"

Although Luke was still thinking the lads were role-playing, Ryan was not. Something had snapped. Ryan could only think about the way the gang had caught and abused him earlier that week. You see, unlike Luke, Ryan had actually endured the horse-hung duo, Ripper and the 13-inch black Thug. They had tied him up and whipped his whole body raw. And that was before they stuffed him with their monster cocks in a brutal tag-team fashion. Disregarding Ryan's pleas for mercy. 

Ryan picked up his flogger and started to whip Lucas with it on his chest and upper legs. Sometimes even hitting Luke roughly on his nuts. In the same way that those gangbangers had done to him. The longer this went on, the harder Ryan's cock got in those double zipper leather fuck-pants of his. He fastened the spiked leather collar around Luke's neck and bound it tight to hooks on the bed frame with thick black ropes. Something that Lucas King had explicitly warned Ryan against. Luke did not want to lose his freedom like that. He squinted dangerously up at Ryan and screamed in anger at the top of his lungs, "Ryan?... Don't man... I don't like this!..."

"Does it look like I care, Bitch?"

"Ryan!... I am not playing anymore... Un-tie me NOW!"

"Like hell, I will... Your ass is mine... Submit to me... It will all be a lot less painful for you if you do, slut... But shit... I don't give a fuck either way... I am going to breed you so hard and deep!... You filthy little fuck-toy!... Faggot!"

Ryan maliciously grinned down at Luke, got up, and dressed himself in the leather gear he had bought for this occasion. Putting on the nasty punk-rocker jacket and a couple of equally spiked fingerless gloves and wrist bands. Sitting on Luke's stomach, Ryan even exchanged his sneakers for a pair of metal-tipped cowboy boots. Making the ebony punk look extremely aggressive, to the point of being deranged. Luke's mind started to race as he saw how Ryan threateningly unzipped his leather jeans. Releasing his 10-inch fuck-monster. The one thing Luke loved the most of Ryan suddenly did not look as invitingly anymore. No, the prancing ebony fuck-tool looked dangerously powerful and painfully hard. Ready to take what didn't belong to him.

Ryan planted himself on Luke's lower legs, fastening thick leather straps around his ankles. He hooked a metal rod between the restraints. Hoisting the metal rod in the air and attached it to the headboard. Raising Lucas's legs high into the air. Exposing Luke's tormented back door. Wasting no time, Ryan crawled between Luke's legs and drove his dick raw inside. Immediately fucking the crap out of poor Unlucky Luke. And not nearly as gentile as the boys had discussed either. Ryan even used his fingerless glove to muffle Luke's screams of horror, agony, and disgust. The worst thing was, Ryan did not wear any protection. Nor did he let Lucas get used to the feeling. Getting it this way just wasn't right!

Ryan pulled out to repeat the whole onslaught once more. Right at that moment, Luke twisted his hips to the side. In the ensuing confusion, Ryan had to adjust his position. Giving Luke time to secretly unfastened the loosely tied belt around his lower arms. Ramming his fist square into Ryan's deranged face when the freak plowed forward again. Nearly breaking Ryan's nose in the process. But definitely busting his lip and giving the fool an instant black eye. Stunned and dazed, Ryan fell backward off the bed. Giving Luke enough time to release the carabiners from the collar and the ankle restraints from his legs. Luke jumped off the bed onto Ryan's chest in anger. 

"You fucking asshole!... We talked about this!... What the hell were you thinking, Ryan?... I told you I didn't want it like this!... You call yourself a friend?... Yeah right!... You're no better than those gangbangers... In fact... Asshole... You're worse!... It would not surprise me if you actually went looking for them... Hoping they would rape you!"

Lukes verbal attack broke Ryan. Especially after those last words, Ryan shut down completely. Realizing what he had been trying to do to Lucas King. He felt guilty as charged. Ryan's body went as limp as a sack of rotten potatoes. He just lay there on the bedroom floor, in shame and disgust of his own actions. Ryan had planned to do this to Lukas from the day they first got back in contact. He wanted to turn the twink gay. Then use him as a slave all summer long. The fact that Luke seemed to want to try sex with the man was just a happy coincidence to Ryan.

Luke punched Ryan a few more times in anger and got up. He dragged the sorry figure back onto the bed and used every leather strap and rope he could find to bind Ryan to it. Stuffing a 3-inch leather-strapped dildo-gag into his mouth. Cinching the leather straps tight around his head. For good measure, Luke even wrapped duct tape around it as well. Luke had never felt this angry with anyone in his whole life. Not even with Brandon Jester or those gangbangers that he tried to free Ryan from. Feeling stupid that he had attempted it. Lucas King felt angry, hurt, and abused.

"I hope your father finds you like this!... You don't go around venting your sexual frustrations on others... Even if you like it yourself... I guess my family was right... You're no good after all!... And here I was thinking I knew better... Thanks for nothing!... Ummm... Friend?... Yeah, right!... Ryan King, your no friend of mine!"

Luke got dressed in his biker gear, gathered the rest of his bags, and left. Right when the teary-eyed Luke dragged himself out Ryan's bedroom door, he bumped into uncle Mike.

"Oh... What's all the commotion about, Luke... Ummm?... What's wrong, Luke?... Why are you crying?"

"Oh... Nothing much... Ryan just tried to brutalize my ass... That's all!... That fucker got issues... I would have been safer camping out at the old navy workshops with those gangbangers around!"

"What?... That... That delinquent ass fucker!... I will... Fuck... I will beat the crap out of him..." Mike looked over to Ryan and ran into his room.

Troy had also woken up and rushed into the hallway as well. He saw Ryan lying tied up on his four-poster bed through the open door. When he saw Lucas was silently crying, Troy put an arm around Luke. Pulling him into his bedroom instead. Leaving his father to deal with Ryan.

"Oh, Luke!... I am so sorry, man... You can spend the night with me... I can sleep on the couch... Luke, you are in no state to drive now... You can leave before breakfast if you want..." said Troy as he held onto Lucas.

Luke pushed Troy away from him. Thinking for a split second that this entire household was fucking crazy. He walked back to the bedroom door. Looked over his shoulder, smirked, locked the door, dropped his bags, and nearly ran back to Troy. Making the lad topple backward onto his bed with Luke planted firmly on top of him. Kissing Troy like a bull in heat.

"Wait a sec..." panted Troy hotly after a while. "Let me put on my biker jacket too."

"Shit yeah... You look pretty butch in that jacket... I like tough guys in leather... Do you really want this, Tiny?"

What 'this' meant was perfectly clear to Troy. And fucking hell, yes! Troy wanted it hard and rough from this butch biker boy. Ever since he had fucked Luke in the glory hole arcades, he wanted more of this. It had been so much nicer than with any of his former girlfriends.

"All night long, dude... But do you mind doing it without a rubber?... I really want to feel you shoot it deep inside me, Luke... That is if you don't mind, buddy?"

"Shit... I'll make an exception for you... Do you know what your brother tried to do to me?"

"Dude... I can guess... but you got to understand something about Ryan..." said Troy with a little fear in his eyes. He had known about this but had never told anyone until now. 

"What?..." asked Luke, surprised, while he kicked off his biker boots. Lying seductively down next to Troy.

"Last week wasn't the first time Ryan got gang fucked... His initiation into his college fraternity didn't go as planned either... He had seduced the wrong guy in his dorm... And in turn, the rest ripped the shit out of his ass a weekend-long... Ry has never been right after that... If he gets overexcited, he loses all control... Wanting to reenact what those guys did to him... Making his fuck-buddies pay... Ryan has not been able to keep a friend since then... That's why he's out cruising for anonymous sex every week... Last week Ryan found the wrong type of men, again..." sighed Tory heavily.

"Ha... Yes... He failed to mention that... Still... I am not into bondage... I just like butch leather-wearing men like you, Troy... and a sweet cuddle fuck... Or maybe something just a little rougher than that..."

"Sounds about right to me, buddy... I love to see you in leather too... You're so fucking butch it makes me want you to assault my tiny ass... Please nail me to the bed, Luke... Fuck the crap out of me, dude... Do me hard, but keep that leather jacket on, man."

"Only if you will do me like that as well, bro..."

"Oh, don't worry, Lucky Luke... I will... I will make your ass eat all my cum tonight."

"Cool!... Let's make a really big mess then!"

Both Troy and Luke had heard uncle Mike scream at Ryan in the other room while they spoke. Spanking his boy's bound and naked ass in frustration. Meanwhile, the two excited leather twinks had started their horny foreplay. 

"Are you boys okay in there?... I am leaving Ryan bound up... So he can think over his ungodly sins..." called uncle Mike angrily from the hallway a few minutes later.

"Sure, dad... But go away... We are busy... Lucas is about to take my virgin ass to heaven."

"Ha... Okay then... have fun, guys... Do everything your old man has forbidden you to do!" laughed Mike, naughty. Troy lay on his side, smirking dirty at Lucas.

"What are you grinning about, Troy?..."

"Well, this is... Ummm... All a bit... Well... Unexpected!... I thought I would never have a leather stud in my bed... Let alone one as tall and good-looking as you, Lucas... I had expected you would fall for Ryan instead... And here you are!... About to fuck the crap out of me... You will be gentile with me, won't you, Luke?"

Luke dropped himself onto Tiny and kissed the buff Asian-American twink as if they were boyfriends since childhood. Working the lads PJ-pants off. Simultaneously Troy struggled to get Luke's leather biker pants open. When Lucas pulled it below his buttocks, Tiny lifted his legs onto Luke's shoulders.

"Oh hell yeah... Give it to me, man!... You don't know how long I have been dreaming about you, Luke... Ever since I was 12, I wanted this to happen... Take my ass, stud... Stick it in me... Rip me open... I want it deep!..."

Luke pulled a small bottle of lube out of his biker jacket. Smeared some into Troy's butt and onto his throbbing dick. Using his fingers to guide the hot tip of his 8-inch cock past Tiny's pussy entrance. Ever so slowly and with full control, he stuffed it into his buddy. Troy welcomed it with ease and a proud grin on his face.

"Fuck yeah... That's much easier than I had ever thought it would be!... I feel... It feels... Hell... Fuck me, Luke... This is so nice... Fuck me hard!... You fill me so deeply!... Yes... Smack those balls against my ass... Fucking hell... Yeah... Pound my hole hard, Luke!"

"What happened to nice and gentile, Troy?"

"Who got time for that?... Or am I doing it wrong?"

"Troy... You can get it however you like it!... This is your coming-out party!... I'll make a man out of you yet... And make your pussy eat all my hot jizz, boy!... This is going to be the hottest summer holiday we both had... I will fuck you like this whenever you want it, Troy... Forget Ryan... You feel much nicer on my dick!... Shit, boy, your hole is so tight!... I can fuck you all night!"

"I'd like that... Kiss me please, Luke!"

Luke folded Troy's legs onto his back, bending forward, and started to gyrate his hips up and down. Making their leather jackets emit creaking sounds. Slobbering Tiny's lips and fucking him with rough, fast thrusts inside. Teasingly slow pulling it out before repeating it over and over again. Giving Tiny what the lad had been hoping for. For a virgin, who claimed never to have been fucked before, Troy took it amazingly well. Even asking Luke to go a little rougher after a while. Lucas hammered the boy until Troy could not stand it anymore. His fat cock had been trapped between their gyrating bellies, and he made a real nasty mess as Luke pounded the cum out of him. Luke slid out a few minutes later. He crawled onto Tiny's chest and asked if the twink wanted to take Luke's baby-juice into his filthy mouth. Troy had been whispering dirty sweet nothings into Luke's ear as his ass got split in two.

The boy eagerly excepted and started to suck Luke off. Luke bent over him. With his hands on the headboard, he face-fucked the 8-inch man-meat deeper and deeper inside. Although Troy had never sucked a man off either, he managed to swallow Luke down. Taking a fat load directly into his throat without even sputtering or gagging on Luke's man-sized cock. Wide-eyed and panting in pleasure, the men lay side by side. Exhausted but as high as a kite on adrenalin.

"Boy, oh Boy... That was fucking amazing, Luke!... But I feel so stupid now," panted Troy after 10 minutes of catching his breath.

"Ummm?... Why is that, Tiny?"

"All the time I wasted screwing around with girls, while a man can do it so much nicer... I can get used to this... Let's go downstairs and grab something to drink from dad's liquor cabinet... Then we can do it all over again... Luke, I think I love you, buddy."

"Get your mind out the gutter, Troy... It's the unexpected things in life that lead to new insights... I like you too, mate... And the summer ain't over... I guess we will have to re-train Ryan's ass as well, though... Getting him over whatever is eating him... Or he may never get another man to trust him again... He is never going to top my ass, though... I much rather get it from you, Tiny," sighed Luke wisely. Rustling Troy's hair. Pulling him onto his leathered chest, where the cute Asian-American twink fell instantly asleep. Troy had grown on Luke. Thinking that he might be a much better match for him than Ryan seemed to be at first sight. The sex with him was certainly much more intense than with the women he nailed over the last few years. And Luke loved that. Falling asleep with a hard-on and a horny satisfied smile.

And this was only the first week of Luke's summer holiday. After the night before, Luke wasn't going to let Troy handle his brother by himself. He stayed on to re-educate Ryan's sexual pleasures into more manageable proportions. The following day it was Luke that untied Ryan from his bed. He begged Lucas for forgiveness in front of Troy and Mike. In fact, he kept begging for a good week after that. Putting himself complete in service of Luke's every sensual need. It seemed fun at first owning a slave. But it became old quite quickly. Luke sat him down and had a long and hearty talk with Ryan. He made Ryan tell him all about the unwanted gangbang at college. Working on his fears, wants, and sexual needs. 

Troy came out to his father after spending only one night with a man. Exclaiming that he had wanted this all along. But that he had been too afraid of what others would think of him being with a guy.

Luke, Ryan, and Troy helped their old man to a new boyfriend as well. A soft-spoken Italian stallion that had been working on the dairy farm for over 10 years. The powerfully built, dark-haired Mario Raina looked like a meanly rugged bull. That is, as long as he did not speak. His high-pitched feminine voice and submissive behavior gave him away as being a softy and a little shy. Something that a dominating stud like uncle Mike knew how to handle. Taming the wild stallion into his new mate. To the delight of his three sons, the men bonded hard and heavy. Mike just had to be shown what a hot prancing stallion had been working for him all that time. Mike made him his lover and the new foreman on the dairy farm.

And Ryan? Well, he became a versatile gay stud. Troy even helped him find the perfect mate. The janitor at his school, Thomas, is a submissive older twink into hardcore bondage, domination, and humiliation, but with a nasty streak of his own. Thomas would take the reins every now and then. Nailing the crap out of his new boyfriend. Putting Ryan right back into his place if he got out of line.

And what about Lucas King, I hear you ask? You mean after he got properly introduced into the whole bondage and domination scene by Ryan and his new boy Thomas? Well, Luke learned to like that too. But only if he was the dominant alpha top. And what an impressive figure he made. 6'8", 190 pounds but not an ounce of fat, well-trained muscles, tanned to perfection, shoulder long dark-blond hair, deep-blue eyes, and an insatiable 8-inch cock. 

Ryan introduced Luke and Troy to all his biker mates. Having wild group orgies with them and a few biker-bitches. Luke lost touch with most of his brothers and sisters after he announced he was gay. And that Mike was his biological father. After he finished trade school, Luke opened his own custom bike and leather shop on the coast with Troy. Where Luke fabricated the bikes and Troy handled the leather upholstery and clothing production. Hanging out with his new biker friends and Ryan, Thomas, Mike, Mario, and Troy. Luke got happily married to Troy a few years later. Having the wildest queer adventures life could throw at the two of them. 

Unexpected events really are the best. What's life without a bit of spice?

< The End >

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