Ambushed Part 14

Ambushed Part 14
by Ricky Stratton
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Part 14

Ryan was barely able to whimper a protest as Brad appeared ready to inflict his own damage on the twelve year old. The other teens stood back as an audience while Brad sized up the helpless pre-teen. He smiled when he saw the numerous bruises on the younger boy's chest, belly and upper thighs which were obviously caused by the glass marble projectiles that they fired at him with the sling. Brad was also intrigued by Ryan's transparent, soaking wet and partially removed bikini briefs, and what they contained. For a twelve year old, Ryan was noticably well-hung and Brad felt his own teenage cock stiffen inside his grimy dirty jeans as he imagined doing some cool stuff to him. He also couldn't help but notice the boy's obviously sexually aroused condition.

"How come he's got a hard-on?" Brad turned and asked his little brother and his buds.

"Dunno. He just does. Guess he gets off on being tied up and stuff," Jake replied while shrugging his shoulders.

"Did you guys do anything to him, ya know, like any sex stufff?" Brad continued to ask.

"Nah, No way. Honest. We just fired some marbles at him and he got hit in his nuts," Tommy laughed.

"Cool," Brad responded as he turned back to Ryan who only managed to tighten and tense his taut muscles in front of the older teen.

"He's got an awesome body, ain't he?" Jake asked his bro.

"He sure does. Bet he works out a lot. Is he like, real popular in school and stuff?" Brad asked.

"Are you kiddin'? He's got all the girls creamin' their panties for him.......some dudes too!" Alex answered quickly.

"Is that right prettyboy?" Brad asked the twelve year old, "do those 7th-graders really get hot for your bod, huh?" he continued to taunt the boy.

"Please lemme go, I gotta go home now," Ryan whimpered meekly.

"Don't think so hotstuff, I ain't had time to fuck with you yet," Brad snarled in Ryan's face as he backed off somewhat but not before tracing his dirty fingernail down Ryan's bare, glistening chest and down further to the boy's tight rippling belly. Ryan responded by squirming slightly, especially when Brad drew his finger down even lower until he was fiddling with the top of his sagging bikini front.

"So do ya like gettin' tied up like this.....and fucked with?" Brad asked as he boldly hooked the tip of his finger inside the bikini's elastic waistband and peeked down inside.

"STOP IT.......DON'T!!!!!" begged the twelve year old when he sensed what Brad was doing. The other teens just stood back and watched, obviously enjoying the younger boy's helpless situation and utter humiliation.

"Hey not bad.......for a twelve year old faggot," Brad muttered as he released the elastic waistband allowing it to snap against Ryan's bare smooth tummy. Then suddenly and without warning, Brad unleashed a solid right jab directly into the boy's midsection, using the fist he had previously armed with the brass knuckles.

"OOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFMMMMFFF!!" Ryan gasped as his taut spread-eagled body recoiled backwards slightly from Brad's surprise attack. Brad immediately followed up with a left hook to the boy's jaw and another solid right into the ribcage. Then he backed up slightly and after taking aim and judging the distance carefully, proceeded to land a drop kick with his right foot up between Ryan's widely spread legs. It wasn't a particularly vicious blow, but it was well-aimed with the toe of his book striking just below and behind the younger boy's bulging package.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGHHHHH!!" gasped the twelve year old as his mouth gaped open and his eyes appeared to bulge. His head fell forward with his chin striking his bare upper chest and he appeared to be gasping for air. As he bare body spasmed and convulsed, the rest of the older boys cheered on the sudden nut-attack by the seventeen year old.

"HOME RUN!!" yelled Jeff and he stepped forward and back-slapped Brad in admiration. He was soon joined by the younger teens and all five boys high-fived each other as Ryan struggled to recover from the blow.

"Oh man, I bet that hurt BAD!" Jeff sneered in Ryan's scrunched up face.

"Do it again!!!" both Tommy and Alex demanded. Eager to comply, Brad again took position in front of the young boy and sized him up. Ryan, seeing that he was about to be kicked in the nuts again, pulled and yanked on the ropes that held his bare legs spread wide apart. But it was futile. Brad stepped forward with his left foot and quickly followed through with his right, bringing it up perfectly between Ryan's open legs. But this time Brad stopped just as his boot toe was about to hit it's target. Ryan, expecting the worse, yelped in response almost as if he were hit.

"Hey, I made him flinch!" Brad exclaimed as he instead reached back with his fist and landed a solid right hook into the pre-teen's jaw, snapping his head sideways. Beads of sweat flew off Ryan's face and hair and blood began to trickle from the corner of his lip. The brass knuckles that Brad had on his fist left an imprint on Ryan's smooth bruised cheek and he appeared on the verge of passing out.

"Get some water. We don't want him missing anything," Brad told his friend Jeff who left the barn and returned quickly with a bucket of water he drew from the garden hose. Approaching the strung-up twelve year old, he threw the bucket of water in his face and on his body which not only revived the younger boy, but further soaked his already transparent bikini briefs.

"Hey....anybody for a round of golf?" Tommy announced as he found and old discarded golf club in a pile of trash. He tossed the four-iron to Jeff who approached Ryan's wide open body.

"I never played golf before," Jeff explained.

"It's easy.....all ya gotta do is hit the BALL," joked Jake and the other boys laughed, all except Ryan who was just starting to recover from Brad's kick between the legs.

"Tee it up dude," Brad told his seventeen year old best friend who assumed a stance just in front of Ryan's body while the four other teens watched on eagerly. Jeff gripped the club like a pro and took several practice swings, each time bringing the end of the club up between Ryan's widely spread legs until it was just touching the fabric of his wet bikini briefs. Ryan gasped each time Jeff swung the club thinking that the older boy was going to nail him in the nut-sack, but Jeff only teased the twelve year old by halting his swing just in time.

"Oh God, please don't hit me there...." begged the twelve year old as Jeff repeatedly brought the golf club up between his spread legs. The other boys watched in enjoyment as they could see Ryan's bare thigh muscles tense and tighten in a futile effort to bring his legs together so as to instinctively protect his boy jewels, but it was all in vain as the ropes on his bare ankles kept him totally spread. Occasionally, Jeff would use the end of the golf club to prod and poke at Ryan's stiff boyhood, causing the younger boy to moan and gyrate his hips obscenely.

"Lookit......he likes it!" Jeff giggled.

"That's because he's a total fag," Jake explained and the others agreed.

"Oh yeah, he's definitely a fairy-boy," Tommy added.

"OK dude, time to go for the green. Tee him up," Brad told Jeff who finally brought down the club and assumed a golfer's stance.

"NO!.....NO!.....NO!" Ryan pleaded as Jeff prepared to tee off on Ryan's vulnerable nut-sack. Back and forth went Jeff's eyes between the club head and his target between Ryan's legs. Then he took a slow full backswing, paused a second and swung forward. Ryan clenched his eyes shut as he anticipated the hit and Jeff's aim was perfect. With a audible "WHOMP", the upswing of the four-iron smashed directly into the twelve year old boy's package. Ryan's mouth gaped open in a silent scream and his eyes appeared to bulge out of his head as the intense pain racked through his groin.

"AWESOME.....A perfect hit dude!" Brad complimented his best friend who turned and thrust his fist into the air like Tiger Woods would do. Then he turned back and saw that Ryan was gasping for air. His whole body convulsed and his outstretched arms and legs pulled helplessly against their binds. Finally his head dropped down until his chin rested against his bare upper chest. The only sound he made was a gagging sound.

"Hey Jake.....remember that video-cam I ripped off at the mall last year? Is it still around somewheres?" Brad asked his little bro.

"Yea man.....its out in the house. Want me to go get it?" Jake answered.

"Yea man, get it. We gotta get some of this on video for sure," Brad replied. Jake then turned and left the barn but not before he approached the hurt twelve year old, lifted up his chin with his hand and muttered in his contorted face.

"Hey faggot, you're about to be a movie star," Jake taunted before leaving to retrieve the stolen video cam from the farm house.

(to be continued)