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Small Town Folks -Chapter 1
Chapter
1 “Getting caught”
Ryan sat quietly in the
undergrowth along the creek bed, hoping that the three football
players from the school wouldn't be able to find out where he was
hiding. He peeled off his red sweat-drenched tank top and hid it in
the sand, so the bright color couldn't give away his location. He had
a firm, lean swimmers build from all the years he spent swimming
around his uncle's pool back in the city.
He wiped the sand off his
hands on his black, silky running shorts that he had worn while
jogging around the gym. His smooth, muscular chest was heaving from
the long run from the Athletic building on campus. He had gone just
over a mile, but knew the three football players couldn't be far
behind. Peering out through the branches, he spotted Scott, the
team's senior quarterback, slowly walking through the tall grass
across the creek.
Scott had only enough time
to pull on a pair of shorts and slip into his flipflops before he had
started chasing Ryan, so, his clearly-defined muscular chest and abs
were glistening in the sunlight. His
shirtless torso was nearly twice the size of Ryan’s with
well-formed pecs and a muscular gut.
Then, much closer to him,
he saw Mike, a large defensive lineman, wading bare-foot through the
creek just ten feet away from him. Mike was a brawny, well-built guy,
who had obviously spent several hours each day in the gym. His large
shoulders and chest were clearly discernible through his tight black
tank-top. He stopped for a moment and stared into the undergrowth
where Ryan was hiding. Ryan stayed still, holding his breath, fearful
that Mike would notice any movement in the brush. He took a couple of
steps closer to Ryan, until he was just a few feet away.
“Can you see him?”
Scott called out to Mike.
Mike turned away from
Ryan. All Ryan could see of him now was the back of his black shorts
and bulging calves. The water from the creek had moistened the hair
on his legs as it trickled back down. Ryan covered his mouth, so that
his heavy breathing would not give him away.
“Not yet. But he
couldn't have gotten too far.” Mike replied back.
Just then, Ryan felt a
quick jerk on his leg as he was pulled out of the bush from behind.
“Got you now, mother f***er.”
Ryan immediately
recognized the voice of Chad, who was probably the cockiest person he
had ever known. He was pulled face-down out of the underbrush.
Once he was in the
clearing, Ryan rolled over and gave Chad a quick kick to the face,
knocking the shorter guy backwards on his rear. As Ryan got up to
run, he felt Mike's huge muscular arms wrap around his arms and chest
as he tackled him back down to the ground, knocking the shoes off his
feet. Ryan kept trying to squirm his way free from Mike's body hold.
He could feel Mike's muscular chest heaving against his back and the
warmth of his every breath on the back of his neck. Ryan tried to
wrestle himself free, but it was no use.
All the while, Mike was
enjoying the younger guy's body struggling in his grasp. The smell of
Ryan's sweaty hair and the sensation of Ryan's muscles flexing in his
arms as he struggled to free himself. Ryan's back rubbed up against
Mike's large, muscular pecs. Mike could feel the runner's soft skin
sliding smoothly against his chest. This was extremely arousing the
large lineman, which made him even more determined to not let go of
the boy. Even when the younger guy settled down, Mike could feel the
boy's chest and abs heaving up and down as he tried to catch breath.
Oh, how he wished this could go on forever.
By the time Scott had
gotten over to where they were, Chad was finally getting back up on
his feet. Obviously Ryan's kick proved powerful, as Chad had a mark
over his left eye that was bleeding slightly. Chad pulled up the
bottom of his white sleeveless shirt and dabbed at the scrape,
revealing his lean, abs along with his dirty blonde, furry man-trail
of hair between his shallow navel and the low waistline of his
cut-off jeans. Chad's build was similar to Ryan's, except Chad was
slightly shorter and had broader shoulders.
The two approached Ryan
who again began squirming in Mike's grasp with his legs kicking in
the air, causing the lineman to wrap his large, beefy legs around
Ryan's slender thighs. Scott knelt down to where he could see Ryan's
face. “Did you really think you could get away from us?”
Ryan knew he was caught,
he knew his strength was nothing compared to the three football
players in front of him. He knew he had to try to outsmart them.
After all, they were football players and every knows football
players aren't very smart. All he had to do was lie his way out of
this.
“Let me go. I swear, I
didn't see anything.” Ryan continued to insist as he sat up in
Mike's manly embrace. His voice was pathetic and so clearly insincere
that even those 'dumb' football players could recognize his air of
superiority.
All of them knew he had
seen what they were doing in the locker room showers and that was one
secret that they could never let get out in this small of a town.
“You're a d*** liar.”
Chad landed a powerful kick straight into Ryan's abs, causing them to
flex their fullest as he let out a heavy gasp. Chad
was clearly the most unstable of the lot. He was the shortest of the
group, but had well-defined features that showed through the arm
holes of his sleeveless shirt.
Mike could feel Ryan's
body press even harder against him as the boy tried to roll over,
reeling from the kick he had just received. Mike held him in a
spooning position as Ryan laid sobbing in his arms. Mike sat
up and leaned his back against a tree, cradling Ryan in more of a
seated position. Ryan sat there defeated, with the back of his head
resting against the lineman's broad chest.
“I swear, I didn't see
what you were doing.” Ryan's voice wasn't as arrogant as before.
Even after his last attempt failed, he continued thinking he could
outsmart these guys. After all, he was raised in an affluent
neighborhood and these guys were just a few dumb, small-town rednecks
who had never left this town. Besides, after what he had seen these
three doing in the locker room, he knew they were a bunch of queers,
and he was much better than that. Even
as he sat there captive in Mike's powerful arms, he thought he could
out-smart these three small-town rednecks. Another quick blow to his
gut from Chad’s swift kick quickly made him realize otherwise.
“Scott, I swear, I didn’t see.”
Scott
was the son of the local preacher and star quarterback for the town.
Ryan had met him the previous Sunday at church. Scott knelt
down to look at Ryan face-to-face. “Do
you really expect us to believe that?.” Scott said in a
calm, soothing voice as he lightly brushed Ryan's black, sweaty bangs
from his forehead. Ryan closed his eyes at the sensation of the
quarterback's soft and gentle touch.
Scott noticed this and
knew how to work out this situation and continued brushing Ryan's
hair away with his fingers, when his soothing voice was interrupted
by Chad's. “Let's cut the lying tongue right out of this f**er's
mouth.”
Ryan peered over Scott's
shoulder, which was shining in the sunlight from perspiration and saw
Chad standing there with a lock-blade in his hand. The redneck's
unkept appearance was visually appealing, but his menacing, arrogant
demeanor was totally appalling to the city boy. Chad pointed the
knife straight towards him. This sent an instant shiver through Ryan,
who then, looked straight into Scott's peaceful green eyes. “I'm
sorry, I swear I didn't see anything. I promise.”
Scott slowly ran his hand
down Ryan's cheek and neck and began rubbing his fingers side-to-side
across Ryan's chest, who again, closed his eyes at the sensation of
his touch. “We know you saw us. The question is, what now?” Scott
could tell that his voice had a calming effect on Ryan, who had again
opened his eyes and was gazing into his. Scott watched Ryan's eyes
closely as he used his other hand to rub his fingers across his own
chiseled abs. Sure enough, Ryan's gaze left his as he glanced,
longingly at the quarterback's waist. Scott grinned at the runner. He
knew exactly how to settle this.
Ryan noticed Scott's grin
and quickly glanced away from his abs. He wasn't sure if Scott had
caught him catching a glimpse of his abs, or if the quarterback was
smiling because he had caught him in the lie. Either way, it was time
for a new tactic.
“Okay, I did see you
guys. I'm sorry. But I promise I won't tell.” His breath was
becoming heavier from fear and his words were starting to sound
desperate.
At this, Chad let
out a rough laugh.
Mike calmly replied in
Ryan's ear, “Oh yeah, well, how do we know that?”
“Yeah. You done lied to
us a couple of times. You little sh**.” Chad chimed in. Turning to
Scott, he said, “If we gut this f**ker now, no one will ever find
out.” At this, he knelt down on the other side from Scott and
handed him an 8-inch hunting knife. Scott just held it calmly in his
hand while Chad began rubbing his blade up and down the bumps in
Ryan's abs, which shivered and flexed when touched by the cold steel.
Chad noticed the goosebumps raising up on Ryan's lean body. Seeing
someone in such submission was a complete turn-on for this back-woods
boy. He placed the tip of the blade against Ryan's navel and gave a
soft twist, watching the small hairs on the runner's body ripple to
an upright position.
Mike, too could feel the
goosebumps spread their way across the boy's smooth body that was
pressed so firmly against his own. It was clear that all three of the
football players wanted the same thing. And it was quite
possible that Ryan wanted it as well. Afterall, he had
been watching them for sometime before Chad noticed him.
“Please, Please,” Ryan
said in a quivering whisper. “I promise I won't tell anyone. I
wouldn't lie about that. Please.” This time his voice was overly
pathetic making it even less believable.
“You’re just gonna have to believe me.” the lean boy said, trying to regain his self-dignity and looking up between Chad and Scott. “I wouldn’t lie to you about this.” Although, he was clearly out-numbered, the cocky city-boy was continuing to try his old tricks.
Recognizing a chance to quell the situation, Scott replied, “I’ll tell you what. There is one way we’ll know you won’t tell. How about you join us….for just one time?” Scott’s words were calm and reassuring as he drew nearer to Ryan. He was clearly trying to help Ryan out of this mess. Ryan shuddered as Scott's fingers rubbed over his nipples.
“No, no. I can't.” Ryan had been raised to hate homosexuality by his ardently Catholic uncle, but the sensation of this, the most popular guy not only in school but in town, touching him, was really arousing. Their faces were so close, that Ryan could taste Scott's breath.
Scott ignored Ryan's plea and continued circling his middle finger around his nipple. Ryan responded verbally with another “No,” but arched his back as he brought in a deep breath.
Mike loosened his grasp and rubbed his hands up and down Ryan's sides. “Just try it. You won't have to worry about us telling anyone. Besides, it would be so f**king hot. I guarantee you'll have the best orgasm ever.”
“This would be the only way we'll know for sure you won't tell anyone. Especially my dad.” Ryan knew exactly who Scott was talking about. Scott's dad was the local preacher where Ryan had been attending church. He had asked Ryan to serve as an usher.
Ryan's soft brown eyes, gazed up into Scott's. The sensation running through his body from Scott and Mike's hands sliding over his smooth skin was all too tempting. He knew he couldn't say no. Even without the knife, he knew he couldn't turn down this offer from him.
Just as he was about to relent, Chad leaned forward and began flicking one of Ryan's man-nips with his tongue. “That's right, queer boy. I'm gonna f**k the h** out of ya. Till you scream like a choir boy. I can’t wait to feel you squirm in my arms.” Chad said, taking off his shirt. He knelt down next to Ryan and licked his neck.
While the sensation of Chad's tongue was arousing, Ryan was appalled by being called queer, especially by some dumb-ass hillbilly who knew nothing about him, but before he could reply, Chad already placed one hand on his crotch. “Check this out. The faggot is already hard for us.”
Ryan's anger boiled within him.. Scott was one thing, but that prick was something else. He was not about to play b**ch to Chad and definitely not going to allow that bastard to call him a faggot.
He began struggling wildly again. “No F****ing way. I’m not gay like you guys. Get the f** off me, you faggots.” Another well-placed kick to Chad's chest sent him backwards into the bushes. As Scott got up to help Chad, Ryan rammed his head backwards into Mike's face, causing him to quickly let go. Ryan rolled to the side and got up and started to run, but Mike already had his arm and swung him backwards into the tree. Ryan's back arched as he felt the rough bark scrape against his back. He then pulled Ryan to him and placed the boy in a full-nelson, exposing the boy's lean torso to whatever blows may come.
Chad got up, totally pissed off. Chad pulled a bowie knife from his back pocket and pointed it at Ryan. “Then, there’s only one way to guarantee you’ll keep your damned mouth shut.”
Scott
stepped between them. He plead with the new kid one last time. “Come
on, man. I can’t have my dad and the rest of the town knowing about
this. If you do this just one time with us, we’ll know you won’t
tell. And we won’t bother you again.”
Ryan
again felt reassured, he had actually felt some jealousy when he had
caught Scott with the other two, but he knew that if he admitted
this, then they might think that he was just like them. He didn’t
like Chad very much and just saw him as a dumb hick. His impression
of Mike wasn't much better, but at least Mike wasn't cocky. Mike
slowly began releasing his hold on Ryan as the boy seemed to finally
settle down.
“Okay,
I'll do it.” Ryan said, lowering his head. He had to make sure they
were convinced he was only doing this because he was forced to. He
didn't want them to think he was some homo like them.
His
mind was racing, trying to think of how to accomplish this, when Chad
wrapped his arms around him and began rubbing his crotch against his.
This was more of Chad than he could take.
“Get
the hell away from me you f***ing faggots,” Ryan said as he shoved
Chad into Scott and tried to make a run for it. He had only gotten a
few feet when Scott had him tackled to the ground. Getting back onto
his feet, he felt his arm squeezed in Mike’s beefy grasp. Mike
flung him around and sent him backwards into the trunk of a willow
tree.
Mike
grabbed the folding knife that Chad had dropped earlier and came at
him with a swift jab aimed at Ryan‘s chest. Ryan instinctively
deflected the beefy lineman‘s hand and diverted the blow into the
tree, just off to his left side. It seemed those years of
karate lessons had paid off.
Chad
came next trying to stab him the same way, but Ryan was able to
deflect his blow off to his right. Ryan struggled to hold onto their
arms as they tried to pull their blades out of the tree. He stopped
struggling once he felt the cold steel of a third blade rubbing up
and down his abs.
“I’ll
give you a final chance,” Scott said as he ran his blade from
Ryan’s navel to his midchest and back again. He then toyed with the
boy who was now pinned against the tree by sticking the tip into his
navel and twisting back and forth. Ryan squirmed at the tickling
sensation, which quickly caught Scott’s attention.
Chad reached his free hand and placed it in Ryan’s groin. “Wow, he’s hard already. He’s really gonna enjoy this.”
Annoyed
by his straight-forwardness, Ryan shoved his hand away. “Get your
f***ing hands off of me you faggot.”
Mike
grabbed Ryan’s free arm and slammed him back into the tree, causing
him to arch his gut forward. He, then felt a quick blow from Scott’s
fist into his gut, immediately followed by a sharp pain. His eyes
widened as he looked down to see Scott’s blade buried in deep in
his navel with blood slowly trickling out. Ryan leaned forward and
tightened his abs around the blade, which seemed to ease the pain
slightly.
Mike rammed his blade to the hilt in Ryan’s upper abs, causing him to lurch his chest forward. The searing pain was unbearable and Ryan let out a loud cry of pain.
Chad then jabbed his blade in a hefty blow into the right side of Ryan’s chest. Ryan’s cry then became a higher pitch as if he were crying like a child. Ryan could feel his lung filling with blood and was gasping as it began to trickle from his lips.
“There, there now.” The calm voice of the leader of the group was only minutely soothing this time. “Let me show you what you missed.” Ryan felt Scott's, blade tear into the flesh just below his navel. There was a sensation as if he were being shocked that brought the young man up on his toes. He felt his manhood burst its sensuous juices into his shorts.
Mike then rammed his blade in and out of Ryan's gut, causing the freshman to grunt and moan as his whole body shook from the blows.
Ryan still somehow hoped to survive this until he heard Chad one last time. “Let's stop playing with this fucker.” Ryan felt Chad's jagged blade rammed deep into the center of his chest. The force of the blow seemed to completely knock the last breath out of him as he became dizzy. He felt himself sinking down the trunk of the tree as his world faded into blackness.
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