Ambushed Part 5

Ambushed Part 5
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 5

The afternoon was winding down as as it did, Ryan was really getting tired. Nearly two hours of riding his bike throughout the rural town in almost 80 degree weather was taking its toll on the twelve year old boy. He paused for a short rest before he had to make his final stop out at the secluded Suggins farm just outside of the town limits. He reached in his jeans pocket and pulled out a thick wad of bills.

"Awesome," he muttered to himself as he counted nearly $95 in cash. A lot of it was tips, probably $40 worth and he really needed the money to buy some stuff he wanted, such as a new inclining sit-up bench which would really tighten and highlight his already 'Adonis-like' abdominals. He re-wound the cash in a tight tubular roll, wrapped a rubberband around it and stuffed it in his front pocket. Then, after pulling up his damp tank-top so as to dry his perspiring face, he headed off for his last stop.

While Ryan was busy counting his paper collection money, Jake Suggins and his two dirt-bag buddies were getting anxious for some action. They had finished off the half- case of beer they stole at lunch time and the afternoon's heat and the anticipation of Ryan's ambush was getting all three of them extremely on edge.

"When's that faggot gettin' here?" asked Alex.

"Dude, chill out. He'll get here soon. He's got to stop cuz we owe three weeks for that stupid paper," answered Jake.

"So how we gonna do this?" Tommy asked for probably the hundreth time.

"You guys are gonna hang back so he don't suspect nuthin', get it? When he gets off his bike to go to the front door then you guys get between him and his bike," Jake explained.

"COOL! Then we nail 'em!" Alex exclaimed as he proceeded to punch a sack of grain that was sitting on a shelf.

"After we jump him, then we get him back here to the barn for some real fun," Jake added as he lit a cigarette.

"That's what all that ropes for, right?" Tommy asked.

"Yep, we're gonna string him up so he can't fight back. That's gonna be so fuckin' awesome," said Alex.

"We better head over to the house, he might show up soon," Jake suggested and the three teenagers proceeded to Jake's somewhat delapidated farmhouse. As they were doing so, they looked in the distance down the dirt road which led from the highway to Jake's house and saw a glimmer of sunlight reflect off what they suspected was Ryan's chrome bicycle.

"Hey check it out!!" Alex squealed in delight as he pointed down the dust dirt lane.

"Aw man------here he comes.  You guys get lost before he
sees ya," Jake ordered and his two buds quickly ran behind
the house while Jake walked around and entered through the
front door to await the younger unsuspecting boy.

Jake watched through the livingroom window as a tired and exhausted Ryan slowly pedaled his bike up the dusty dirt road to the house.

"That's right 'Prettyboy', keep commin', daddy's waitin'" Jake said to himself as he opened and clenched his fists repeatedly. Finally, Ryan made it up to the front of the house, at which point he climbed off his bike and looked around.

"Doesn't look like anybodys home," he thought to himself as he again reached down and lifted up his shirt to dry his tanned but perspiring face. His jeans continued to sag and droop ever so low on his slim boyish hips and Jake had a awesome view of the pre-teen's fully exposed midsection as Ryan slowly climbed the front steps onto the porch.

Meanwhile, around back, Tommy and Alex had quietly sneaked around to the side of the house so that they could peek around the corner.

"Dude, go around to the other side so we have him covered from both sides," Alex whispered to Tommy who eagerly complied and circled around to the other side of the house.

Ryan approached the front screen door and knocked. He thought that if nobody was home, then they would owe him almost a month's worth of papers, about $35 dollars. He never got a tip here, it was all he could do to collect what the Suggins owed for the paper. He shrugged his shoulders and when it appeared that nobody was going to answer the door, he turned and headed down the front steps. It was then that Jake came to the door.

"What do you want, FAGGOT?" sneered the fourteen year old boy as a startled Ryan turned around quickly.

"Oh I thought nobody was home. I'm collecting. Is your mom home?" asked the twelve year old.

"Nah she ain't. And I ain't got any money neither," Jake explained while he opened the screen door and stepped out to the porch.

"OK, I'll collect next week," Ryan said. He continued to descend the steps and just wanted to get out of there. He didn't like the idea of being alone out there with just Jake.

"Whatsa matter dude, don't run off. Ya just got here," Jake laughed as he caught a glimpse of Alex and Tommy each comming around the front corner of the house. Ryan also saw the two older boys through the corners of his eyes and he suddenly wished that he was somewhere else, anywhere but here.

"Nah, it's ok, I'll collect next week, it's cool," stammered the frightened twelve year old as he quickened his pace off the steps and towards his bike.

"GET HIM!" screamed Jake and both Alex and Tommy started to run between Ryan and his only means of escape. Jake jumped off the porch and darted towards Ryan who was tripped up by Tommy who had stuck out his leg. The older boy immediately brought his foot down hard on Ryan's bare arm and Alex did the same from the opposite side.

"OWWWWWWWWW!" yelped the younger boy as his bare bicep muscles were stomped on by the two ruffians.

"Nah dude, you ain't goin' anywheres yet," Jake continued to laugh as he approached the fallen boy and kicked him in his ribs. By now, both Alex and Tommy had reached down and each grabbed a hold of one of Ryan's wrists. While Ryan laid face down on the ground, they pulled his arms out from the sides and held him immobile as Jake dug his heel into the small of the twelve year olds boy's back. Ryan was unable to defend himself, especially when Alex and Tommy decided to twist his arms behind his back while Jake continued to dig his heel painfully into his lower back where his tank-top had inched up and bared his tanned skin.

"STOP, PLEASE!!!" pleaded the pre-teen as he realized his helpless situation.

"Uh Uh, don't think so," Jake replied as he backed off the flattened boy and signaled for Alex and Tommy to pull him up off the ground. But before doing so, both boys decided to scrape the edges of their 'Doc Martins' boots across the face of the young boy as he laid there so helplessly. Then they put the boy's hands in painfull wrist locks and lifted him up. Once they had him back on his feet, they wrenched his bare, muscular arms behind his back and jacked him up for Jake who was ready.

"Not so tough are ya pretty-boy," Jake sneered in Ryan's face before backing up a few steps. Suddenly, Jake lashed out with his right fist and landed a solid belly shot directly into Ryan's partially exposed midsection. Fortunatly, Ryan sensed it comming and managed to tighten up his solid abdominal muscles which successfully repelled Jake's fist.

"FUCK YOU JAKE!" Ryan yelled as his assailant back up and prepared a second assault. This time, Jake landed a right hook to Ryan's side which the younger boy was not prepared for. A quick left hook to the opposite side of Ryan's body doubled him over slightly but Tommy and Alex straightened him up as Ryan gasped for breath.

"Hey Jake, why don't ya bitch-slap the faggot," Alex laughed and Jake took the bait. With an open palm, he slapped the younger boy three or four times across his smooth, reddened cheeks. All three fourteen year old boys roared hysterically at the sound of Jake's open hand slapping the younger boy's face.

Finally Jake stood back to size up the situation. It appeared now that Ryan was close to tears, brought on by the humiliation of being slapped like that. His sweat-soaked tanktop T-shirt clung tightly to his well-proportioned body, the bottom edge of the shirt having been hoisted several inches above the waistband of his faded, sagging jeans. As a result, a generous portion of his pre-teen tummy was fully exposed as well as his deep 'innie' navel. Seeing this, Jake stepped forward and jabbed the younger boy repeatedly in the vicinity of his exposed navel. As he was doing this, Jake couldn't help but notice the tightly wrapped wad of cash which Ryan had in his front jeans pocket.

"What's this dude," Jake asked as his ran his fingers along the 2 and 1/2 inch tubular protrusion just to the side of the front zipper.

"Hey guys, he's either got somethin' in his pocket or else he's got a boner!" teased Jake while continuing to caress the obvious protrusion.

"Quit it!" Ryan pleaded but he knew it was useless. Now Tommy and Alex had looked over his shoulders to see what Jake was doing.

"Ooooooooo, pretty-boy's got a hard-on," whispered Alex in Ryan's ear.

"Guess he like's it when he's gonna get beat up," Tommy added.

"Let's check it out," Jake said as he proceeded to reach down inside Ryan's front pocket where his found the wad of cash. Pulling it out, he showed it to his two friends.

"PAYDAY!" Jake exclaimed as he unwrapped the cash and counted it out.

"Hey there's almost, like, $100 here----awesome!" he bellowed and he re-wrapped the bills and stuffed the wad in his own pocket.

"Hey, give that back!" Ryan yelled when he realized he had been robbed.

"Dude, this ain't nuthin', we're only startin'" Tommy slurred slightly into Ryan's ear. Suddenly, Ryan again was forced down to the ground whereupon his arms were pulled behind his back. He heard a 'CLICK' and felt the cold steel of cuffs being applied to his wrists. Jake reached down, grabbed him by the hair and forcibly pulled him back up.

"See that barn over there?" Jake asked his captive. But Ryan didn't have time to answer for Tommy chose that time to 'sucker-punch' the pre-teen boy across the jaw. Ryan staggered back and felt the taste of blood inside his mouth.

"Aw good one dude," Jake complimented his buddy. He then shoved the handcuffed boy in the direction of the abandoned barn which was about 100 yards away.

"NOW MARCH!!!" Jake ordered and he, Tommy and Alex fell behind as the twelve year old boy slowly plodded towards his fate.

to be continued)