Hansom Way

All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and teenage boys. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material.

Hansom Way - Part 2

By Trevor Martindale

I lay in the packing case and sobbed. My whole world had been turned upside down by the men who were now punishing my fellow captive. I pulled the army blanket closer to me and shuddered with fear and cold.

'Fuckin' bastards,' I cursed. 'They gang-raped me, and then laughed about it afterwards.'

My whole body ached; and down below my inners felt like they had been turned inside out and were protruding from my anus.

Beyond the confines of my wooden cell, the boy that Frank called John was suffering badly. The sound of a leather strap making spine-chilling contact with bare flesh filled me with dread. The men were clearly enjoying themselves as they punished the gagged teenager.

'Look at that lovely arse,' said Harry. 'You could easily fry a couple of eggs on those red-hot cheeks.'

It may have been perverse, but a vivid image of John Cleary suddenly leapt into my imagination. I loathed that little shit. He was my nemeses: the bully I hated at school and the wanker that kept his job while I lost mine. He was a year younger than me, but that didn't stop him from bossing me around at school and telling Aslet, the foreman at Weaver's, that I had sloped off early that fateful Friday.

I so wanted it to be Cleary. I could see, in my mind's eye, his naked body being bent over the table and tied down by the three men. John was a tough little fucker, but he was no match for Frank, Ian and Harry. I could see him trying to kick out as his ankles were being tied to the legs of the table. A warm glow of pleasure overwhelmed me as I imagined the diminutive blond being beaten with a leather strap - I say blond, but judging from what happened to me during my first encounter with the men, he was probably bald by now.

'Warm up his feet, Frank,' said Ian. 'I like it when he makes those little squeaky noises.'

'Yeah, tan the undersides of his feet,' added Harry.

'Good idea,' replied Frank. 'Untie his ankles and lift up his legs. And keep them well apart.'

The sound of a strap striking the soles of John's feet made me smile and cringe at the same time. I desperately tried to keep the image of Cleary being cruelly punished in my mind's eye, but something kept telling me that it wasn't Cleary on the table; and worse still, that I was about to suffer the same fate very soon.

'Keep him horizontal,' said Frank. 'And keep his fuckin' legs apart.'

'It ain't that easy,' Harry snapped. 'He keeps kicking and wriggling about.'

'And he's going to have that table over in a minute,' added Ian.

'I'll cut off his bollocks if he does,' Frank growled. 'I like to see a youngster putting up a bit of a fight, but breaking furniture is taking things a little too far in my book.'

'Too right,' said Ian. 'I would have cut off his nuts long ago. The little git is more trouble than he's worth. We should have thrown him in the canal a couple of days ago.'

'He'll come round,' said Harry. 'It won't take him long to realize that he's in a no-win situation. The strap will get that message across.'

I flinched when the sound of the strap echoed round the room again. There was no way that I was going to be as stubborn as the 'little git' on the table. If any of the men said, 'jump', then I would simply ask, 'how high?'

In the interests of self-preservation, appeasing my captors seemed the only sensible thing to do. The bastards were not going to wake up in the morning and just let me go; after all, I had seen their faces and could identify them in a police line up. Therefore, I needed to convince them that I liked the idea of being a submissive cock-sucker.

The three packing cases were rearranged and restacked as the 'little git' was boxed up and I was released. Ian and Harry helped me out of the wooden box and ensured that I didn't fall over as I regained the use of my legs.

'Suck on this, boy,' ordered Ian, pushing his thumb into my mouth. 'Suck on it hard, like it was a cock.'

The two men began pinching my nipples and squeezing my cock as I worked on the thumb with my tongue. My arse-cheeks were then grabbed by Frank as I was encircled completely by the three naked men. They crowded in on me and pressed their muscular bodies up against my scrawny frame.

'Kiss me, boy,' said Ian, as he removed his thumb from my mouth. 'Let's snog like a couple of lovers.'

A powerful hand cupped the back of my head as Ian's lips came into contact with mine. The two of us kissed as Harry and Frank continued to caress and squeeze my cock and arse- cheeks. I remember being lifted off the floor for a few seconds as Ian's hard, probing tongue entered my mouth and began exploring as far as it could reach.

'He likes being kissed,' said Harry. 'I've got hold of a real stiffy down here.'

'I think this long streak of piss is going to be far more accommodating this time round,' said Frank.

My pulse began to race as I shivered with fear and an odd kind of excitement. I knew this was wrong, but what else could I do. Ian and his two friends were going to have their way with me again, and to avoid a severe beating, I was going to bend over and let them.

Ian's passionate kiss ended abruptly when, with my mouth still open and awash with his saliva, he pushed me down onto my knees and presented me with a crescent of hard-standing cocks.

'Suck on each cock in turn, boy,' he ordered.

'Then go back and suck on each ball-sac in turn,' added a very excited Harry.

The words 'yeah' and 'fuck' echoed round the room as I sucked on the three sets of genitals.

'Go round a couple more times,' ordered Ian. 'And let's hear more of that slurping noise you make when you're sucking on our ball bags.'

'I thought I was the only one to find that noise sexy,' said Harry.

'The slurping noise does sound sexy,' added Frank. 'But it's no match for the way he grunts when my knob hits the back of his throat.'

'He'll be grunting a whole lot louder when I start humping his arse,' laughed Ian.

'Just think,' said Harry to Frank. 'He'll be piggy in the middle when he's got your cock in his mouth and Ian's cock up his arse.'

The three men laughed as I went back to work on cock number one, in compliance with Ian's order.

'Yeah, that's it, humpie,' said Frank. 'Use the tip of your tongue to get right inside the slit, and don't stop until I tell you to.'

The words 'yeah' and 'fuck' continued to echo round the room as I tried to please the man who had lured me into this den of iniquity, and who was now towering over me and revelling in my distress and humiliation.

I sucked on each man's cock and ball-sac three times before being given the degrading task of easing Frank's arse-cheeks apart and working on his anus with my tongue.

'Get that snout of yours in his arse-crack, boy,' snapped Ian. 'I want to see you pleasure him real good.'

'He doesn't seem to like the idea of rimming Frank's love hole,' said Harry to Ian.

'He's work shy,' replied Ian. 'Most youngsters today are lazy bastards. They're too soft, you see. They need more discipline.'

'Teachers don't use the cane as often as they should these days, that's the problem,' said Harry. 'Mr Hulin was always finding reasons to cane me, even though I was sucking him off on a regular basis.'

'Aah! That feels good, humpie,' cooed Frank. 'Push your tongue in a little deeper.'

'At my school, Mr Maun favoured the slipper over the cane,' said Ian. 'The man was a real tyrant, especially if you liked football instead of rugby. "Soccer is a girl's game," he would say...'

'That's nice, real nice,' groaned Frank.

'The old sod never let me get away with a thing,' Ian continued. 'He really liked using the "tyke breaker" on me and my classmates.'

'Yes! Yes! That's spot on,' cooed Frank.

'Frankie boy is so easily pleased when there's a youngster's snout buried in his arse-crack,' said Harry.

'The boy doesn't like the taste of your shit, Frank,' said Ian. 'He's clearly work shy and in need of a good beating.'

'Is that a fact?' asked Frank.

'Yep,' replied Ian. 'The scallywag would be begging to rim Harry and me if he really liked probing arseholes with the tip of his tongue.'

'That's true,' put in Harry.

'Nonsense,' sneered Frank. 'If he didn't have his hands full at the moment, he'll be falling over himself to arse-lick you two reprobates. Isn't that so, Colin?'

I stopped rimming Frank's arsehole and said, 'Yes, sir.'

'He'd also be happy to drink our piss. Isn't that right, Colin?'

I closed my eyes and said, 'Yes, sir.'

'He's our creature now,' said Frank to Ian and Harry. 'If he wants to stay out of the canal, he'll have to jump through every hoop we hold up for him. Isn't that so, boy?'

'Yes. Every hoop, sir,' I reluctantly replied.

For the next hour or so my wimpy capitulation was put to the test. I lay flat out on the floor as each man squatted down on my face in turn. I rimmed each hairy arse to the best of my ability, and then sat up to drink in two powerful streams of warm piss.

'It looks like our new bum-boy isn't work shy after all,' said Harry. 'He's not even shit shy anymore.'

The three men laughed as they lifted me off the floor and into the air. I was then carried at shoulder height, as though I was a plank of wood, to the other end of the room. My journey was extremely precarious and painful, but it was nothing in comparison to being hung upside down from the rafters by my ankles, with only the tips of my fingers touching the floor.

'Wash the piss off his chest and face, Harry,' said Frank. 'Then buff him up with a broom.'

'It'll be my pleasure,' said Harry, rubbing his hands.

I dangled from the rafters for a long time after my wash and brush up. The ropes attached to my ankle-straps had no give in them, so my fingertips struggled to alleviate some of the load on my ankles and aching legs.

Through gritted teeth I cursed the topsy-turvy predicament I was in; a predicament that was steadily being made worse by Harry squeezing my inner thighs and pulling on my flaccid cock. The bastard then gleefully introduced me to Mariah, a rather nasty looking riding crop.

The room soon began to resonate to the sound of leather striking bare flesh and my cries of pain. Every inch of my body was subjected to the whip's stinging bite, including my cock and ball-sac.

'Take your hands away, boy,' ordered Harry, as the riding crop came down hard on my knuckles. 'You're not allowed to protect your goolies during a round of chastisement.'

'But, sir,' I whimpered.

'No ifs, no buts,' snapped my tormentor. 'Just hang loose and let the pain wash over you.'

The pain continued to wash over me as I was lowered to the floor and restrained with wrist-straps and a long length of rope. My head was then forced into a tight-fitting gas mask, the type worn by air raid wardens during World War II.

'Stop complaining, boy,' chided Harry. 'You should welcome the fact that you can now scream your head off and not upset our non-existent neighbours.'

Harry's nonsensical remark, and the stench of old rubber and stale sweat, prompted me to call my tormentor a moronic degenerate. Regrettably this outburst resulted in Mariah being used to punish the backs of my legs and the soles of my feet.

The sound of a door slamming shut brought the beating to an abrupt halt. Someone had entered the building and wasn't too bothered about keeping it a secret.

'Who can that be, Frank?' asked Harry, in a panic.

'How the fuck should I know,' snapped Frank. 'The door was locked when Colin and I started up the stairs.'

'So our uninvited guest must know where we keep the spare key,' put in Ian.

'That's bleeding obviously!' rebuked Frank.

'It could be a burglar,' Harry suggested. 'The local paper's been banging on about a spate of break-ins...'

'Yes,' interrupted Frank. 'A row of derelict buildings would be a prime target for a burglar. Just think of all the dust and dirt he could make off with.'

'Fuck off, Frank,' said Harry. 'It was only a suggestion.'

Footfalls could now be heard on the staircase.

'It could be someone from the Council, or Lock-Hawthorn, the demolition company,' whispered Ian.

'An estimator or surveyor,' added Harry.

'Who gives a fuck,' replied Frank. 'I'm sure the three of us can overpower a pen-pusher; even if he or she is armed with a clipboard.'

I turned my head to see who was about to appear at the top of the stairs. The glass I was looking through was scratched and extremely dirty, so everything in the room appeared to be blurred and bent out of shape.

'Well, look who it is,' said Frank to the man now standing at the top of the stairs. 'I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away for long.'

'You've missed out on a lot of shows over the past few weeks, Mark,' said Harry. 'And you still owe us for that last romp we put on for you.'

'Yes, that's true,' said Mark, dismissively.

'We're training two new humpies at the moment,' said Frank. 'The one on the floor is a real submissive; the other one is proving to be a bit troublesome.'

'What happened to the lad that was here last month?' asked Mark. 'I really liked watching him suffer.'

'Stuart's on tour at the moment,' replied Ian. 'Mr Thorpe's taken him up north to entertain a few friends. He's been teamed up with Carl, the runaway we nabbed last month.'

'Carl's the humpie we loaned out to Adrien,' added Frank. 'He was filmed being used and abused by those two Nigerians. They fucked him up good and proper, and put him out of action for a week.'

'Yes, I have a copy of the film in my collection,' said Mark. 'Those Nigerians really like to rough up the boys they fuck.'

'The Frenchman's directed quite a few of those black-on- white films for Mr Thorpe,' said Harry. 'They sell like hot cakes on the Continent.'

'I don't doubt it,' said Mark. 'Adrien's a genius when it comes to filming youngsters being fucked by their elders and betters.'

'C'mon, Mark,' said Ian. 'Pull up a chair and watch Frank interrogated our latest conquest. It'll be fun.'

Mark reunited the chairs with the table and sat down to watch the interrogation. I was lifted off the floor by Frank and Ian and carried over to a timber upright. The two men released my bonds and tied me securely to the upright with several lengths of rope.

'Loop that rope around his neck, Ian,' said Frank, as he put his hand over the gas mask filter. 'I want to see our guest trussed up nice and tight before we start.'

'Aye aye, captain,' replied Ian.

I began to fight for air as Frank kept his hand clamped over the filter. The inside of the rubber mask was already hot and humid from sweat and stale breath, so I panicked when my air supply was cut off completely. The rope around my neck cut into my Adam's apple as I fought against the restraints holding me to the wooden post. I began screaming and choking at the same time, but there was no escape.

I was on the brink of a blackout when Frank finally removed his hand from the filter. I sucked in what air I could as I continued to choke on the rope around my neck.

'Stand up straight, boy!' ordered Frank. 'You won't strangle yourself if you straighten up and stop slouching. It's that simple.'

I did my best to comply with the order.

'Now, when the mask comes off,' Frank continued, 'I want you to answer all my questions truthfully. If you lie...'

'He won't lie,' interrupted Ian. 'He's too fond of his cock to risk having it lopped off for lying.'

I gulped in a mouthful of cool, refreshing air when the mask was prised off my hot, sweaty face. It felt so good to be rid of the rubber respirator and its stench.

For several minutes I was questioned closely by the man tweaking my nipples. I told him my full name and where I lived; my date of birth; the names of my parents and close friends, and where they lived.

'Now, my final question,' said Frank. 'Do you like sucking cock, Colin?'

'Y-y-yes, sir,' I answered, nervously.

'That's good to hear,' he said. 'I'm so glad that you're not going to let us down in front of Adrien's camera. If you suck cock when we tell you to, and take it up the arse when we tell you to, you'll be a free man in no time.'

The thought of being fucked by these bastards in front of a camera made my stomach turn. I knew that there was no way of avoiding the humiliating ordeal, so I desperately clung to the hope that Frank's promise of freedom was genuine, and not some callous attempt to deceive me.

'Meek and mild,' he continued. 'That's what we want to see when we drag you in front of the camera. You'll be playing the broken-in slave; the slave that flinches whenever he's touched. John, the boy in the box, will be playing the new slave. He'll be the one receiving all the pain and you'll be the one looking all submissive and sexy.'

'Can you do submissive and sexy, boy?' asked Ian. 'You must make it look real: the tame captive that's been broken-in by his wicked masters.'

'Y-y-yes, I can do that,' I answered, in a high-pitch voice.

'Good! That's good,' said Ian. 'We want to see you sucking on every knob in the place, including John's.'

Frank took hold of my cock and squeezing it real hard. He then pushed his nose up against mine and fixed me with an evil stare.

'You're our creature now, boy,' he whispered. 'We own you lock, stock, and barrel. And you're gonna be seen all over the Continent doing lewd and humiliating things as one of Mr Thorpe's bum-boys.'

Frank's fingers began to work their magic on my cock as he toyed with my foreskin.

'We're gonna make you a star,' he continued. 'And who knows, we might turn up on your doorstep one day and ask you to make a sequel. I bet you wouldn't refuse to step in front of the camera and bend over for your fans again, if we asked nicely.'

'No. Not if you wanted me to,' I croaked, as my cock grew larger and larger. 'I'd be happy to bend over for my fans again.'

'Good answer,' said Frank.

'So, if we let you go after the film is in the can,' put in Ian, 'you wouldn't do a runner and leave us hanging?'

'No-o-o,' I replied, as Frank continued to work on my hard- standing cock. 'I wouldn't do... Oh, fuck. I'm coming...'

'Not to worry, boy,' interrupted Frank. 'Leave it to me to drain you dry.'

Frank moved swiftly to his left to give Harry and Mark a good view of my climax. My whole body shook as jets of sperm arced into the air and splattered onto the wooden floor. Frank, who had timed his sidestep perfectly, continued to wank me off as I fought to stand bolt upright - my knees were threatening to give way as he licked the side of my face and nibbled at my earlobe.

It was then that I heard the distinctive sound of a police bell, the type that was usually fitted to the Wolseley 6/90 police car.

'Fuckin' hell, Frank,' said Harry. 'It's the filth.'

'Did you lock the door, Mark?' asked Frank, in a calm voice.

'Yeah, but it's only the Yale between us and the Old Bill,' replied Mark, as he stood up and walked toward the top of the stairs. 'We better leg it before they get here.'

'No,' said Frank. 'We still have time.'

'They could be heading for the high street; or someone's jumped in the canal again,' said Ian. 'Let's see if they cross the bridge before we start to panic.'

Frank agreed and asked Mark to go downstairs and slide the security bar across the door. He then said, 'Now don't you go losing your nerve and disappearing on us.'

'What a thing to say,' said Mark. 'You'll be hearing from my solicitor. That's defamation of character.'

'Kerb the comedy and go downstairs, Mark,' said Ian dryly. 'I'll get the ladder up, just in case we have to leg it over the rooftops.'

I watched in silence as the three men dressed. If there was to be a police raid, I could see my abductors getting away scot-free - they had clearly planned for a rooftop escape, and would be pulling up the ladder behind them as the police came up the stairs. My only concern was for me and the boy in the box, and where we fitted into the escape plan.

Ian looked up at that moment and gave me a look that made my blood run cold.

(c) Trevor Martindale, July 2008

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