Ambushed Part 9

Ambushed Part 9
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 9

Ryan's shoulders were really sore now, the tension of his upstretched arms pulling on his shoulder joints was sending jolts of pain throughout his upper body.

In addition, the ropes around his wrists felt as though they had tightened even more and whenever the younger boy struggled or pulled on his binds, the rope burned into his smooth skin. He looked over to where Jake, Tommy and Alex were guzzling some more beer and detected an evil grin on Jake's face.

Finally, Tommy finished his beer and before getting another, walked around Ryan's body.

"Jake, dude, it looks like you've been busy," Tommy said as he inspected the crisscross of lash marks across Ryan's glistening upper back.

"Yeah, I had to get medieval on his ass," Jake replied jokingly as he too retrieved another can of beer. Then he and Alex joined Tommy over to where Ryan was hanging so helplessly. Alex also visually inspected the lash marks across Ryan's back as well as the welt across his chest which ended at the boy's exposed nipple.

"Aw man, ya got him on his tittie," Alex giggled as he traced his finger across the younger boy's bronze nipple causing the boy to flinch and squirm slightly.

"Yeah, I hit the bullseye didn't I?" replied Jake.

"Awesome," went both Tommy and Alex as they both took a swig from their beer cans. Then Tommy cruelly reached out and took Ryan's sore bare nipple firmly into his fingers and squeezed it hard.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!" Ryan yelped in obvious pain while the three older boys only laughed.

"Bet this hurts, huh?" Tommy continued to taunt the younger boy as he kept his fingers tight on the twelve year old boy's nipple. He continued to rub and aggravate the sensitive nubbin and all Ryan could do was try to back up his suspended body but that only caused the ropes to tighten even more on his burning wrists. While Tommy was torturing Ryan's bare nipple, Jake and Alex began to rummage through a carton of junk nearby.

"Hey, look what I found!" Alex exclaimed as he pulled out several spring-loaded clothspins from the carton of junk. He showed them to Jake who only smiled broadly as he grabbed them from Alex's hands.

"Hey I got a super idea," Jake said as he and Alex walked back over to where Tommy continued to twist and pull on Ryan's nipple relentlessly. With a particularly cruel final twist, Tommy released the younger boy's nipple and stood aside for Jake.

"Check this out," muttered Jake as he took Ryan's sore nipple firmly between his fingers, pulled it away from his chest and clamped on one of the clothspins. Immediatly, the twelve year old boy howled in pain as the clothspin dug hard into his sensitive skin.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ryan yelped and he started to kick and flail his legs in protest while the three fourteen year old boys jumped backed out of the way. They watched on excitedly as the young boy bucked and arched his body helplessly, the clothspin clamped firmly on his nipple and bobbing up and down by his violent convulsions.

"Totally AWESOME!!" exclaimed Tommy as he, Jake and Alex all high-fived each other and watched the helpless boy's twist back and forth in a futile attempt to dislodge the offending clothspin.

"GET IT OFF.....IT HURTS!!!!" Ryan cried. But his protests were only met by convulsive laughter from his tormentors.

"Let me do one," Alex asked and Jake complied by handing him a second clothspin. Seeing this, Ryan pulled hard on his arms but it was useless. Then he started to kick out his legs when Alex approached, nearly striking the older boy between his legs.

"Fuck Man, did you see that??" Alex raged as he just barely avoided getting a kick in the nuts by the young boy.

"Dude, he almost got ya," Jake laughed.

"No shit. We gotta do somthin' bout his legs," Alex suggested and both his buddies agreed. While Jake and Tommy circled around behind Ryan, Alex faked like he was comming at Ryan from the front. The twelve year old knew he couldn't fend off all three attackers and the clothspin on his swollen nipple was also distracting him. Before he knew it, Jake and Tommy grabbed his legs from behind and held his bare ankles firmly to the floor.

"OK muscleboy, try and kick me now," Alex sneered as he slowly approached the helpless boy. Ryan was now totally helpless. With the two boys dragging down his legs, even more pressure was being exerted on his bound wrists.

"Go ahead, CLIP 'EM!" Tommy encouraged his cohort and Alex eagerly complied. Reaching up, he savagely took Ryan's opposing free nipple into his grimy fingers and twisted it hard until the twelve year old cried out.

Then, taking the second clothspin, he clamped it tightly to the boy's nipple.

"AAARRRRGGGGH," Ryan grunted as Alex flicked the clip with his finger until it bobbed up and down. Satisfied that it was on tight, the fourteen year old slowly backed off while Tommy and Alex released the boy's bare feet and joined him in front.

"Oh man, I bet he's hurtin' now," Jake taunted as Ryan again tried to buck his hips and arch his back in a futile attempt to dislodge the offending clamps on his bare nipples. Realizing his helpless situation, Ryan gradually stopped flailing his body and the clothspins on his sensitive nipples stopped moving until they stuck out straight and perpendicular to his glistening muscular chest. Ryan could only sag his head until his chin rested on his bare upper chest.

"We gotta get his legs tied so he can't kick," Alex suggested.

"Good idea. Lemme see," Jake agreed and thought for a second before going over to the carton on the floor and pulling out two lengths of clothsline, each several feet long.

"Here use this to tie his ankles," Jake said as he handed the lengths of rope to Alex who gave one to Tommy. They again circled around behind their 'captive' so as to avoid any frontal kicks he might use but the Ryan was temporarily still for the moment.

"Wait a sec," Jake said quickly when Tommy and Alex started to tie the rope around Ryan's bare ankles.

"Let's get those jeans off him first," Jake added as his two friends both looked up.

"Think we should?" Tommy replied.

"Yeah, why not. It's be kinda cool to see him tied up like that in just his underwear," Jake laughed as he approached Ryan and hooked his fingers inside the young boy's sagging jeans.

"Hey check out his sexy underwear," he added as he peeked down Ryan's bare flat belly and inside his faded jeans. Quickly he loosened the top button and slowly lowered the zipper fly while the twelve year old boy started to squirm and resist.

"Stop! Don't! Please don't!" he pleaded as he felt the denim fabric of his jeans slowly slip down his bare thighs.

"Oooooo, Yoooo," Jake taunted as he saw the revealing skimpy bikini underwear come into full view. Tommy and Alex grabbed Ryan's jeans and yanked them down to his bare ankles. In just a matter of seconds, they had them off his feet and tossed aside leaving the twelve year old boy in nothing except for a revealing pair of powder-blue bikini briefs.

OH MAN, CHECK IT OUT!!" Tommy exclaimed as he and Alex got back up to their feet and joined Jake in front of the scantily clad boy. Once again Ryan tried to turn his body away from the hungry stares of the three fourteen year old boys but it was futile. He was entirely at their mercy and he knew it.

"OK, lets get him spread and tied tight," Jake said.

He stood and watched as Tommy and Alex each bent down and grabbed an ankle of the younger boy. Ryan tried to fight back by flailing his legs and kicking. Seeing this, Jake stepped forward and fired a solid right hook to Ryan's jaw, followed by a left uppercut to the chin. The boy's head snapped back and a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his lip. Momentarily dazed, he stopped kicking his legs so that Tommy and Alex were able to tie a length of clothsline around each ankle. Then they scooted apart and looped the ends of the rope around two supporting beams and pulled. Ryan's bare smooth legs easily spread wide apart and he was soon in a standing spread-eagle position.

"Aw man, that's awesome!" Jake slurred as he quickly downed yet another can of beer and crunched the aluminum can in his fist before tossing it to the floor. He watched as Tommy and Alex continued to tighten the rope until there was virtually no slack between Ryan's widely spread ankles and the two supporting beams. Then the two boys knotted the ends of the rope to the beams and got up from the floor.

"Check out Prettyboy now," Jake told his two friends as he tossed them each a can of beer. As they stood there swigging the beer, Ryan found that he was completely tied tight and as he tightened and flexed his muscles, the ropes that bound his wrists and ankles dug and burned even more into his pre-teen skin. He tasted the salty taste of blood and sweat in his mouth and his bare body glistened as perspiration trickled down his chest and tummy. The tendons and ligaments in his thighs and shoulders burned from the strain of being stretched out in such a manner. Even when he relaxed his well-defined body, the ropes kept his legs and arms stretched wide apart. The clothspins continued to clamp tightly to his swollen nipples and the pain there was now just a dull ache.

"Hey muscleboy, ya wanna beer?" Alex taunted as he approached the bound boy with an open can of beer. Ryan turned his head whereupon Alex proceeded to pour the half full can of beer onto the younger boy's head. Tommy and Jake laughed hysterically as the twelve year old boy became drenched with the beer.

"Hey man, don't waste the beer on that faggot," Jake laughed as Alex took the empty can and crushed it in front of Ryan's wide open, frightened eyes. But it wasn't the crushed empty can that frightened Ryan. It was the fact that Jake and Tommy had re-armed themselves with the willow-tree switches they had used on him earlier.

"OK man, stand back," said Jake to Alex who proceeded to move off to the side. When he saw that both Jake and Tommy had the switches in their hands, he smiled and retrieved his own whip. Soon the three fourteen year old boys were circling their captive, cracking their makeshift whip in the air while the bound, spread-eagled twelve year old prepared himself for a round of pain.

(To Be continued)