Ambushed Part 8
by Ricky Stratton
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copyright 2007 by Ricky Stratton, all rights reserved

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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 8

The three fourteen year old boys approached and circled Ryan's bare-chested outstretched body as the younger boy continued to clench and tighten his muscles.

"Lemme go," Ryan barely muttered as he tried to avert the hungry beer-induced stares of the older boys.

"Huh, can't hear ya," Jake asked as he leaned forward. Ryan smelled the beer on Jake's breath and turned his head away but Alex grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head viciously.

"Hey he's talking to you!" Alex sneered into Ryan's ear.

"Please, lemme go. I'll do anything ya want," whimpered the twelve year old.

"Pleeeeeze----lemmmeeeee-----goooo," teased Tommy as he
mocked the pre-teen's still high-pitched voice.

"Hey Muscle-Boy, nice body dude," Alex said as he placed his open hand on the bare chest of the twelve year old and massaged his nicely defined pectorals. Ryan tried to twist away from the older boy's exploring hands. He had never been so caressed like that by another boy and was getting nervous.

"Hey man-----relax." Tommy said as he too was soon rubbing
his eager hands across the younger boy's upper torso.

"You guys look like a couple of fags," Jake laughed as he watched his two friends toy with Ryan's body. He grabbed them by the shoulders and led them off to the side.

"Hey Tommy, why don't you and Alex go on a beer run.

We're all out," Jake suggested as he reached into the front pocket of his grimy jeans and pulled out the stolen wad of cash he had previously taken from Ryan. He peeled off a 20 dollar bill and handed it to Alex.

"Here---get a case of beer," Jake said. Alex took the cash and he and Tommy unlocked the barn door and left. A few minutes later, the sound of Tommy's moped was heard puttering down the dirt road. Jake was now alone with the twelve year old boy. With an evil grin on his face, Jake slowly walked over to Ryan.

"So Prettyboy, it's just me and you now, huh?" he said as he eagerly sized up the twelve year old who could only stand there helplessly. Jake glanced down at Ryan's feet to see that he was wearing a newer pair of Nike NBA-special basketball shoes.

"Hey man, cool sneakers. I bet they cost some bucks right?" he asked. Ryan didn't answer.

"Come on man, how much were they?" asked Jake again.

"Hundred and twenty," Ryan finally muttered as he continued to strain his upstretched arms against the ropes that bound his wrists high above his head.

"Totally cool. What size?" Jake continued.

"Eight," Ryan replied.

"Awesome, just my size," Jake smiled as he proceeded to bend down on his knees and untie both of Ryan's Nikes. Ryan tried to resist but he was stretched so much that by doing so only put more strain on his burning, rope-bound wrists. It didn't take long for Jake to remove not only the boy's new Nikes, but also his white ankle sweatsocks from his now bare feet.

"Yep, these are alright. Thanks dude!" Jake mocked the younger twelver year old as he tossed the Nikes and the discarded socks aside. Now, Ryan was not only completely bare chested, but barefoot as well. As was the case when he was hanging upside down, gravity was again working against him as his faded, well-worn denim jeans continued to sag ever so low on his narrow boyish hips. Jake stepped back a few feet to take in the sight of the boy's vulnerable predicament. For the first time, Ryan's drooping jeans actually fell below the elastic waistband of his powder-blue bikini briefs which themselves reached no higher than five inches beneath his belly button. He also noticed, midway between Ryan's navel and the top of the bikini briefs, the small pinkish welt that he had earlier inflicted with the willow reed whip. Noticing this, Jake smiled broadly and approached the helpless boy.

"Nice underwear Ryan. Real sexy," Jake taunted as he slowly traced his fingertip across the bare skin of Ryan's tummy just above the bikini's exposed waistband. Ryan jerked back his body at the touch from the older boy who responded by balling up his fist and laying in a moderately hard jab into Ryan's abs.

"OOOOOOFFFFFF," gasped the twelve year old as he tried to tighted up his belly behind the solid punch. Jake grinned and boldly hooked his fingers inside the elastic waistband, tugging it downward an inch or so and baring even more of the pre-teen's extreme lower belly.

"I bet all the cunts in the 7th grade would cream their panties if they saw ya like this, huh?" Jake continued to mock the young boy. Ryan just turned his head to the side and clenched his eyes shut as Jake began to gently caress the smooth expanse of bare skin between the navel and his sagging jeans. Then he moved his fingers over the half inch welt that the whip had caused. Quickly he pinched the area hard, making Ryan whince in pain.

"Owwwwww, that hurts!" Ryan cried but Jake only pinched him again, this time even harder. Before Ryan could respond, Jake suddenly moved up to the boy's bare chest and took one of his dime-size nipples into his fingers and squeezed hard.

"How's this feel faggot?" Jake giggled. He moved over to the opposite nipple and squeezed it also until Ryan's clenched eyes began to tear up.

"Aw, Prettyboy's cryin', poor baby," taunted Jake as he took both the the boy's nipples firmly into his dirty fingers and twisted hard before releasing them and backing off a few feet to watch the twelve year old boy suffer. Then, walking over, he reached down to the floor and picked up one of the willow-tree switches he, Tommy and Alex had used earlier. Snapping it in the air, he got the younger boy's attention quickly.

"No--------don't-----," Ryan started to say but before he
had a chance to finish, Jake laid in a vicious crack across
his bare back.

"WHISSSSSSHHHHHHH" went the switch as it laid down a four inch red streak across Ryan's once flawless boyish skin.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWW," yelped the twelve year old. But Jake was only fueled on by the sight of the wounded boy and laid in a second and third crack across Ryan's now sweating back muscles. Two additional lash marks now criss- crossed across his skin and Ryan's dangling, barechested body arched forward only to be met by a solid whip across the center of his chest. The very tip of the willow switch striking directly onto the center of his bare nipple.

"Aw YEAH!!!!!" Jake exclaimed as tears trickled down Ryan's smooth flushed cheeks. Jake tossed the switch down again to the ground and circled around the boy's now wounded body. Then he approached again and traced his finger across the red lash-mark across Ryan's glistening chest stopping only to caress his now burning left nipple.

"Dude, I bet your really hurtin', huh?" Jake asked as he again squeezed hard the wounded nipple of the twelve year old.

"FUCK YOU!!" growled Ryan through clenched teeth. Jake was taken aback by the boy's sudden bravado and decided to do something about it. Stepping back a bit, he clench his fist, reached back and swung forward with a solid right hook into the side of Ryan's face. He followed up with an equally solid left into the younger boy's jaw and watched as a trickle of blood oozed from the boy's lip.

"You watch who you're talkin' to, FAGGOT!" yelled Jake as he brought up his right knee and planted it firmly into Ryan's open bare belly. Ryan tried too late to fend off the sudden knee attack and was left gasping for breath.

"Now say you're sorry," Jake demanded. Ryan remained stubborn and quiet.

"SAY IT!!" ordered the fourteen year old as he grabbed a fistful of Ryan's longish hair and yanked his head back. The boy's body arched backward and Jake took advantage of this by running his other hand up and down Ryan's bare torso. While continuing to hold Ryan's head back, Jake seductively circled his other hand across and around the boy's taut stomach.

"Say it," he whispered again in Ryan's ear as he eagerly slipped his fingers inside the elastic front of the bikini briefs.

"Aw man---nice and smooth. No pubes yet, huh?" Jake teased as his exploring fingers moved even lower. He was just about to unbutton to top of Ryan's sagging jeans when he heard the telltale sound of Alex and Tommy's moped puttering faintly up the dirt road outside. Quickly, he slipped his hand out from inside the revealing bikini briefs and let go of Ryan's head.

"Lucky you. Saved by the bell, huh? Well, don't get your hopes up dude. Wait til my big bro gets home. You're just his type," Jake slurred into Ryan's ear before backing off and walking over to the barn door.

"Hey what took you guys. I'm thirsty!" Jake yelled out the open door.

Ryan tasted blood on his lip and tried to wipe his mouth against his bare shoulder but was unsuccessful. He also felt a funny stiffening sensation inside his drooping jeans and began to dread what Jake meant when he said that he was "just his brother's type".

(To Be continued)