Bound
Boy
By Powerone
Copyright 2010
Family Capture
They broke out of prison, the four of them, all dangerous men willing to do anything not to go back. Their stolen car ran out of gas a few miles away from the farmhouse, nothing around for miles. They had been travelling for two days, trying to put as many miles as they could between the police and them. A storm was coming, nothing would be moving for days, the snow out here making the roads impassable. The lights of the house were inviting, the family living there believing they were safe.
They broke in, surprising them before they could even react. They were confronted by four large men carrying guns and the look of evil in their eyes. There were four of them, Bill and Alice having two children, Brice and Becky. Bill was tied up quickly and tightly, not wanting any trouble out of him. A gag shut him up, a blindfold so he wouldn’t see anything that was going on.
Becky was a year older then Brice, in high school. She was a bit shy, but the one man that took her to her bedroom would cure her of that. He had her on her bed, her stuffed animals scattered around as he forced her to stroke his growing cock, getting it ready for her young body to service his carnal desires.
Brice was shy like his sister, just entering high school, a slight boy, not an athlete like the popular boys or handsome like the others. He had few friends and never had a girl friend. Bruno took him to Brice’s bedroom.
“Nice room, Brice,” Bruno looking around the room, but eying the bed with the metal headboard.
“What are they going to do to my mother and sister?” He saw them dragged out of the living room by the other men.
“They’ll be all right. I just worry about you.”
“Me?” What did he mean?
“Jocko doesn’t like you. I saw it in his eyes. He’s as mean as a man can be.”
“Don’t let him hurt me!” Brice was scared, the men strong and mean.
“That’s why I brought you in here. Away from him. It’s the only way I can protect you from him.” Bruno smiled at the deception. “I can’t watch you all the time, so I will have to tie you up.”
“No, not like my father.” He saw what they did to him, tying him to the chair until he couldn’t move a muscle then a gag and a blindfold sealing him from the others. Brice would go crazy with the isolation.
“No, nothing like that. I just need to tie your hands. I’ll let you be nice and comfortable. How about on your bed? You can stretch out and I can sit over there and watch television.
“I guess that would be okay.” Brice had no choice. He sat on the edge of the bed as Brice pulled a piece of rope out from behind his back.
“Take off your shoes and socks.”
“Why?”
“You ain’t going to run out in the snow without shoes and socks. Take them off.”
He waited until he took them off. “The shirt too, you’ll freeze your ass off in your pants.” He bought it, taking off his shirt, his chest devoid of hair, Brice skinny and not very muscular.
“On the bed, hands over your head.” He watched as the innocent boy resigned to being tied up in only his pants. He grabbed his wrists, wrapping the rope tightly around them until the skin bulged out. He pulled the rope and his arms up through the iron headboard, tying him securely to the headboard. “That’s not too bad, is it Brice?”
“NNNO,” Brice stammered. He was tied up, unable to move, scared by the men and this one.
“I gotta piss.” Bruno went into the bathroom connecting the bedroom. He closed the door, opening up his pants and pulling out his cock. It took a moment before he could piss, his cock still erect. Finally, his yellow piss spurted noisily into the toilet. He shook his cock, stroking it a few times until it grew harder then stuffed in back into his pants. He sat on the toilet and took off his shoes and socks, then pulled his shirt off. Just like Brice. He opened the door to the bedroom, Brice looking at him.
He had taken off his shirt, his chest covered with thick black hair, his arms bulging with thick muscles that rippled, even his chest muscles rippled when he walked. Brice watched him walk over to the bed and then stretch out next to him. “I thought you were going to watch television,” he stammered nervously.
“I thought I would keep you company. Just in case, Jocko comes in. He wouldn’t bother you if I’m on the bed with you. You don’t want Jocko to mess with you, do you?”
“Noooo,” he stammered. Bruno stretched out next to him, one of his hands pulling him close to him, Brice growing more worried as his hand slid over his naked chest and touched one of his nipples.
“Scrawny little kid, Brice. Do all the boys pick on you?” He pinched one of his nipples, seeing Brice’s lips clenched tight, but he didn’t protest. “Be a good boy and we‘ll get along just fine.” He could feel the nipple grow in his fingers, in spite of the severe pinching. He pulled it and twisted it, but Brice didn’t even whimper. His hand slid over to his other nipple, this time fingernails digging into the tip until he drew blood.
“OOOWWW,” Brice finally cried out, the pain shooting into his nipple as if he stabbed it with a knife. “That hurts!”
“Don’t be such a wimp, Brice. I don’t like wimps that cry over anything.” He released the nipples, pleased with the drop of blood that stained the swollen nipple.
Brice shut up, afraid of Bruno almost as much as Jocko.
“You need to exercise more, Brice. Get some muscles.” He pushed him until he was on his side facing away from Bruno. His hand ran over his naked side, the boy squirming. “Hold still.” Brice’s body froze; Bruno’s hand sliding lowed down over the buttocks of the boys. He grabbed one buttock in his powerful hand and clenched on the flesh. His buttocks tried to contract, but they weren’t powerful enough compared to his hand. “Skinny ass too.”
Brice trembled as his large hands ran over his ass cheeks, squeezing his buttocks as if they were ripe fruit.
“SSSSPLLLAATTT!”
Brice’s ass cheek stung, Bruno spanking one cheek with his powerful hand, stinging down to the bone.
“SSSPLLLAATTT!”
Another spank rang out in the room, his other buttock aching from the spanking. His parents had never spanked him before, this coming as a surprise, the flesh of his buttocks feeling hot and blistered.
“You need your ass warmed up, Brice. Lay flat on your belly.”
Brice had no choice, lying down on his belly, bracing for another spanking, but still surprised when Bruno’s found his unprotected buttock with another punishing blow.
“Yes, thank me for that spanking, Brice.”
“TTThhhank you,” he was forced to say. Another spank on his other cheek rang out in the room, the pain lacing though his body. “TTTThankk you,” he repeated.
Ten times Bruno spanked him, ten times the meek little boy thanked him for the spanking. Bruno finally stopped, but his hand returned to his ass. Brice jumped from the first touch, but Bruno’s hand was gentle, at least for Bruno. It did grab and clench on the boys buttocks, pulling his cheeks apart each time. Bruno could wait to felt the heat of the boy’s buttocks.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it Brice.”
“No, sir,” Brice learning his place real fast if he wanted to survive.
“On your side again, Brice.” Brice rolled over until he had his back to Bruno. Bruno’s hand slid over the boy’s hips, than Bruno slide closer as his hand slid over Brice’s belly. He jumped from the touch on his naked skin. “Hold still, I wouldn’t hurt you.”
Brice felt the hand slide over his belt buckle, than lower, inching down the front of his pants until strong fingers curled around his cock. He would know his secret, his cock erect. He turned red in shame when Bruno said it.
“Damned, if you aren’t hard, Brice. You like the spanking? Did warming your ass make your dick get big?” Bruno’s fingers curled around his cock, not very thick, long and skinny like a boy his age. He squeezed it in his hand, feeling it jerk in pleasure.
Brice tried to will his cock to get soft and end his shame but his fingers crushing the shaft only made it jerk in excitement. He could say anything as Bruno’s fingers squeezed the blood from his shaft to the head until Brice thought it would explode.
“I asked you a question, Brice!”
“I couldn’t help it,” Brice cried out in shame.
The boy liked a little pain. That was good, because Bruno liked to inflict pain, that is what made him harder. His hand crept down lower, until he cupped Brice between the legs. “Spread you legs open a bit so I can find your skinny balls. Now!”
He watched as the top leg pushed up, until Bruno’s hand went between his legs and squeezed. The leg clamped down, but it was too late, Bruno’s hand finding the boy’s balls in his fingers. He squeezed his fingers on his balls as if they were ripe oranges to be squeezed for their juice.
It hurt, his balls trapped beneath his large palm, his fingers moving in and clenching tight until his balls felt like they were trapped in a vise. “EEEEHHH,” the pain deep in his guts as his balls were crushed. Brice tried to push away, but his ass brushed up against Bruno, feeling the hard erection pushed into his ass cheeks.
Bruno released them, than squeezed again, Brice rubbing back against his growing cock. “You like it when I crush your balls. You’re rubbing that little ass against me like a girl.” He squeezed and released his balls until he had Brice humping his cock uncontrollably.
He finally released his balls, but his hand slid up and grabbed his cock again.
“Just as I thought, Brice. It’s getting harder. I think I need to spank you some more. Ask me to spank your ass again. This time with your pants down so you can feel it better.”
He knew he had to say it, afraid of defying Bruno. “Spank me again. Without my pants.” He was fearful and humiliated when he felt Bruno’s hands at his waist, opening up his belt and undoing the button of his jeans. The hiss of his zipper sounded so loud as he pulled it down. His hand slid into the front of his pants, grabbing his cock, Brice shamed as he felt the release of precum from his cock by his touch, wetting his shorts. Luckily, he moved his hand around, pushing his jeans down his hips and leaving his buttocks without the protection of the jeans. Bruno tugged his pants down until they were at his knees.
Bruno lightly tapped his buttocks. This would really hurt, no thick jeans to protect them. “Kneel up for me Brice.” He pulled Brice over onto his belly, than his hand slid underneath him until Brice’s ass rose up submissively. “Yes, like that.” His underwear was drawn tightly over his skinny buttocks, her ass waving up like a flag, begging to be spanked or worse. “Get ready, Brice.”
Bruno’s hand slid under his body, grabbing his cock again, this time pushing him up until his ass was high up in the air. Brice would know the humiliation, Bruno spanking him and his cock jerking in excitement with each blow in spite of the pain.
“SSSSSPPPLLLAAATTT!”
It shocked his system, the burn in his ass going to the bone, but it was his cock twitching in excitement that shamed him worse. When his cock jerked, Bruno squeezed his cock harder, his fingers digging into the shaft until Brice though he would draw blood.
“SSSSSPPPLLLAAATTT!”
This one was harder, Bruno’s hand underneath him keeping his ass up submissively for the painful spanking. It went on for long minutes, one hand spanking his ass, the other gripping and squeezing his cock until it happened. His cock jerked and a load of pre-cum shot out and soaked his shorts and Bruno’s fingers.
“Damn, if you didn’t cum on me. He pulled his hand out from under Brice. “Lick it clean,” sticking his cum soaked fingers into Brice’s mouth.
He knew he had to do it, afraid of what Bruno would do it he didn’t. He licked the fingers, his lips wrapped tightly around them, tasting his own jism as he cleaned the fingers.
“That was good, Brice.” He would make a good cocksucker. Soon he would find what it was like to have a cock in his mouth and forced to swallow a load of cum. “On your side again, Brice. I’ll be right back.”
His back was to Bruno, but he knew what was happening. He heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and than the rustle of pants being taken off. Brice felt the bed sink down and then he felt Bruno push up against his ass. His hairy chest pushed into his back along with the hair on his legs rubbing against Brice’s legs.
“Those shorts are too wet, let’s slip them off, Brice.” Bruno’s hand slid into the waistband of Brice’s shorts. Brice tried to push away, but only succeeded in sliding his ass up against his growing cock. Bruno got his hands on the naked, skinny cock, his large hand able to encircle it. He pushed his cock into Brice’s ass harder, his hand rubbing the naked cock. He released the cock to slip the shorts down, his hands reaching down to find Brice’s balls. “Raise you leg up so I can find your balls, Brice. You know what I want.”
His hand was on his cock, making it jerk in excitement, his cock pushed into his buttocks as if he were trying to drive it through him. He lifted his leg submissively until the large hand slid between his legs and gripped his ball sack. He closed his leg, the hand trapped but so were his balls. “OOOHHH,” his guts aching as the fingers searched out his twin balls and compressed his sack until they were trapped in the pinching fingers of Bruno. It hurt, humping his ass back onto the waiting hard cock, but Brice could do nothing but hump back and forth on the cock as Bruno played him like a puppet, goosing his balls to force his hips to move back and forth as it he wanted to rub the cock on his ass.
Bruno knew the secret of controlling Brice, his balls would make him dance once he had his cock in his asshole. He released his balls, but only long enough so he could slip the shorts down off of him, leaving him naked on the bed. Bruno looked at his white cheeks with the red hand prints etched in the skin. His eyes were drawn to the sharp divide that split them apart and held the boy’s treasures. With one hand slipping up to grab his cock, Bruno’s other hand slid over Brice’s cheeks. “Relax now, Brice.” He could feel his buttocks clench tight. His finger slid over to the tightly clenched crack. His fingernails dug into the head of Brice’s cock until he cried out.
It felt like a knife was jammed into the head of his cock, Bruno’s fingernail piercing his flesh until he felt a wetness, sure that he drew blood.
“I told you to relax your cheeks, Brice. You going to obey, or should I cut off your cock?” He squeezed his cock again until he cried out. His other hand slid down to his crack, finding the muscles suddenly surrender and relax. “Much better, Brice.” Bruno’s finger traced along the sweat-drenched crack, from his balls, ticking them from behind, then up until Bruno found the tight knot of Brice’s anus. His buttocks clenched tight, but it was too late, only succeeding in trapping his finger on his anus. He could feel Brice’s heart pounding in the muscles of his asshole.
It felt strange with his finger on his anus, but at least his cock wasn’t been cut by his sharp nails. The finger just sat on his anus, not trying to do anything, Brice relaxing his cheeks even though he was still vulnerable. He felt the finger move away, and then it was a minute before it returned. He felt something cold and slippery touch his anus, then the other hand went to his balls, squeezing them until Brice had no choice but to push back.
Bruno greased up his finger with the tube of Vaseline he brought over to the bed. His goo covered finger pressed against the hot flesh of his anus, circling it with the slippery Vaseline. He reached under, grabbed Brice’s vulnerable balls, and began to squeeze them into the powerful vise of his fingers until he was forced to arch up away from them. Bruno kept his finger still, centered on the middle of his anus.
Each time Brice tried to move his ass away from the finger poised at his anal entry, Bruno would release his balls and than squeeze them tighter, igniting a new cramp deep in his belly. He had no choice but to push away from the crushing fingers, pushing his anus onto the finger until Brice felt the gradual stretching of his anal ring surrounding the waiting finger. “No, don’t do that,” he cried out, but the tip of his finger was already penetrating his bottom, slipping into his rectum. It felt strange, but really didn’t hurt. Just humiliating to have Bruno’s finger in his asshole.
His asshole was so hot and tight, Brice forced to penetrate his own asshole onto Bruno’s waiting finger. “Good boy, Brice. Back a little more, take more of my finger. Your asshole is so hot and tight.” He squeezed Brice’s balls until his finger was half way inside his asshole, rubbing his knuckles harshly over his anal ring until they were sucked into the hot depths of his bowels.
Bruno was corkscrewing his finger in Brice’s asshole, feeling the thick knuckle beating against the soft elastic walls of his anal passage, his muscles fighting a losing battle to keep the intrusive finger out. Brice turned red in shame when the finger began to move in and out, a soft squishing sound coming from behind him as the gooey lubricant made him slippery. Bruno had released his balls, but his hand slid up to his cock and stroked it to greater hardness, just as the one behind him grew bigger from rubbing against Brice’s ass. That is what he was afraid of. He knew the finger in his ass was only opening him up and lubricating him for something much bigger. The bloated cock that was pulsating behind him was going to be shoved into his intestines and Brice could do nothing to stop it.
One finger became two, stretching the tight asshole as Brice groaned in pain, but Bruno’s hand on his cock kept him erect and aroused in spite of what he knew was going to happen. After he shoved two fingers deep into his asshole and fingered him for long minutes in preparation, did he finally pull his fingers out of his asshole. He looked down, the tiny hole now pink with abuse, staying open for long seconds before snapping shut. Bruno backed away to take off his shorts, than coated his massive cock liberally with the Vaseline.
“Lie on your belly and spread your legs real wide, Bruno.”
Reluctantly, Brice did as he ordered, still bound to the headboard, naked, his asshole lubricated for something big and perverted. He felt Bruno get on the bed between his legs, pushing them open wider until they hung over the edge. A pillow was thrust under his belly, arching his ass up higher, the wide spread of his legs making his cheeks split open leaving him open and vulnerable. He felt the heavy weight of Bruno on his back, then the fumbling of his hands between them. There was no mistake when he felt the hard, rubbery head of his cock pushed between the cheeks of his ass and pressed against his anus. The cock was huge, his asshole small, Brice not sure how he would survive it. Sodomy, the word finally coming to his brain. Bruno’s hands slid under his hips, one hand finding his naked cock, still hard in spite of what was going to happen, the other slipping between his spread legs to find his dangling balls vulnerable to his punishing hands.
Bruno moaned when he felt the heat of Brice’s asshole on the head of his cock. He reached down, grabbed his balls in his powerful grip, and began to squeeze them. Brice’s ass rose up slightly, inch by inch, each time Bruno holding still, each time the head of his cock squeezing into the tightest asshole he ever felt. Bruno’s kept Brice’s cock hard, but his balls crushed, the boy beneath him humping up and down until the head of his cock slipped into the hot, buttery depths of his rectum.
“EEEEEEHHH,” Brice cried out, when his anal ring couldn’t find the intrusion any longer. His balls felt black and blue from the crushing fingers, forcing Brice to push his asshole onto the waiting cock until it was sucked inside by the sheer force, plunging into his rectum with a ferocity that forced the cry from his lips. It felt like a huge rock inside, but Bruno wasn’t happy, stroking his cock and squeezing his balls, Brice’s insides reacting by clenching its muscles on the cock that sodomized him.
Bruno let him do all the work, inch by inch plunging up his bowels, the thick head of his cock stretching open the elastic passage as his muscles reacted to the perverse invasion, squeezing and clenching with such delightful contractions on his hard cock. Brice was groaning beneath him, taking almost five minutes before his pubic hairs tickled at his rounded buttocks. Bruno flexed his cock in the tight hole, flexing it a second time when his muscles reacted so delightfully.
It was all the way inside him, feeling the log of flesh pulsating in Brice’s intestines, each time his balls were squeezed his muscles milked at the man flesh that split him up the middle. Brice felt the shameful scratchy hairs rubbing on his buttocks, heavy balls hanging down between his legs. Brice could barely breathe from the heavy weight on his body, but that was the least of his problems. Bruno began to draw his organ out, Brice’s insides feeling like they were being sucked out by a powerful vacuum. The head of his cock almost popped free, stretching and tugging on his anal ring, before Bruno pushed back in, his hips thrusting powerfully, Brice’s guts going from empty to stuffed in seconds, taking his breath away as he was impaled on the giant organ. Bruno didn’t wait this time, drawing his cock back up and down again, making Brice take the full measure of his cock in a single painful thrust. No boy should have to suffer this shameful act, but Brice was destined to lie naked and spread while Bruno sodomized his virgin asshole for his pleasure.
Bruno was fucking Brice’s ass hard, his abdomen and balls slapping against the up thrust buttocks that shook Brice, his insides clenching on his cock like a hot, tight blanket. Bruno began to stroke Brice’s cock, wanting to make him cum when Bruno did, shaming him as Bruno flooded his guts with his hot cum.
Brice fought him as long as he could, the fingers sliding up and down his cock, fingernails slicing along the delicate flange of his corona bringing a masochistic pleasure to his balls until his cum was bubbling for release. His asshole felt like the friction was rubbing it raw, the lubricant long rubbed away, only the leaking cum from Bruno’s cock eased the passage of the sodomizing cock as it hammered away in his bowels.
They both cried out in pleasure, Bruno’s hand coaxing the cum from Brice’s balls, his other hand milling the cum in jets that flooded the bed below him. Bruno shoved his cock so deep that it felt like he was pinning Brice to the bed with his cock, the head exploding and filling his guts with jet after jet of hot crème. His asshole milked his cock, Bruno pumping gallons of cum into Brice’s intestines, until his cock was finally drained.
It was humiliating to have another man cum inside his asshole, but Brice couldn’t stop his own orgasm, Bruno’s hands milking the pent up cum in his crushed balls. Not even the hot crème that flooded his bowels could dampen his own orgasm, jet after jet releasing his pent up lust onto the bed beneath him. Bruno laid on him for a long time, Brice needing to breathe, forced to squeeze his muscles and force the shrinking cock from his asshole until he farted the last of the cock, the drying cum flooding out behind it.
* * *
It wasn’t over, Bruno getting up and going to the bathroom, leaving Brice to bathe in the cum that leaked from his sodomized asshole and the cum that soaked the bed from his masturbated cock. Bruno came out, still naked. He untied Brice from the headboard, pulling him until he was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed. He tied his arms to the footboard of the bed, over his head. Bruno stood in front of him, his cock already growing harder, though not stiff yet.
“Open your mouth, Brice. You’re going to suck my cock.” Bruno’s toes tapped between Brice’s legs until he found his hanging balls. “Or would you like me to kick you in the balls until you cooperate.” A gentle nudge with his toes against the dangling balls was all that was needed to gain his cooperation. His small mouth opened wide as Bruno flopped his semi-erect cock onto the waiting tongue, Brice’s lips closing and trapping it inside. Bruno grabbed Brice’s head. “Tongue my cock; I’ll guide your head for my pleasure.”
Brice could taste the leaking cum flooding his mouth as the rubbery cock began to get harder the more energetic his tongue became. The cock grew in his mouth, but Bruno didn’t pull away, pushing farther into the back of his mouth until it only had one place to go. Brice gagged and choked, but the cock grew bigger and longer, shoving against the tight opening of his throat. A loud gag made his throat open up, Bruno taking advantage and shoving the head of his cock into the open hole. It took over thirty minutes, Bruno never taking his cock from Brice’s mouth or throat, thirty painful minutes, his tongue tiring, but a slap on the side of his head inspired Brice to continue. His head was jerked back and forth onto Bruno’s cock, Bruno enjoying shoving it so deep that Brice’s mouth was pushed into the wiry hairs of his pubic hairs as Brice gagged and choked on the cock that pierced so deep in his throat that it felt like it was coming out in his belly. The only time the cock pulled free was when Bruno was ready to cum. Brice had to keep his mouth open submissively, his tongue out as Bruno pumped the first load of cum out. It arced across the short distance to Brice’s tongue and face, coating it with the thick crème as Brice gagged. Another load, this time into his mouth, Brice forced to close his lips around the spewing organ as it filled his cheeks until Brice was forced to swallow the salty swill or choke to death. It was so thick, barely able to go down his gullet, coating his tongue, gums and teeth with the thick, pasty fluids. Brice gulped down gallons of cum before Bruno was finished with him. He wiped his cock on Brice’s face as the last degrading act, tying him back to the headboard, naked.
* * *
The others came to visit Brice, some alone, some in pairs, once all four of them. Brice was forced to suck them off, jerk the other ones with his hands and keep them hard as they took turns sodomizing him, their cocks rupturing his asshole from the constant pounding into his once virgin hole. His intestines were flooded with gallons of cum before they left, his mouth and belly covered in their vile sperm. They jerked him off so many times that his balls ached.
The End