Warning! This chapter is graphic and violent. Proceed at your own risk. And enjoy! ;-)
Eckert let go of Hanson's throat and ran the barrel of the gun slowly down his face until he reached the rope that was holding the gag in place. He followed the rope with the gun until he reached Tom's mouth, forcing the barrel into it as he whispered, "Good boy. Now…let's try this again, shall we?"
Tom closed his eyes as he felt the gun invade his mouth. He had realized all along that he was not going to get out of this situation unscathed. But now the threat of death had suddenly become all too real. Whatever was to happen to him, he prayed that he could at least make it out alive.
Eckert removed the gun from Hanson's mouth and gave it to one of his buddies. "Keep it handy in case this fucker gives me any more trouble." He leaned over Tom's body and brushed the hair out of his eyes. "You gonna give me any more trouble? Huh, asshole?"
Hanson opened his eyes and looked up at his captor. Fighting back the tears, he slowly shook his head.
"Good." He continued to stroke Tom's head and moved his mouth down the young man's neck again and then back up to his ear. He pressed his lips to Tom's ear and whispered gutturally, "I been dreaming about this." His hand moved down to Tom's belt as he continued, "You're just about the prettiest thing I've seen in a long time."
Tom uttered small sounds of despair as Eckert's weight bore down on him and he felt the larger man's hand unbuckling his belt and working on the button of his jeans. Next came the zipper, sliding down slowly.
But Eckert did not go further after undoing the pants. Instead, he pulled Tom up and turned him around, shoving him face down onto the hood again. He gestured to one of his partners. "C'mere. Hold him down. Do a good job and I might let you have a go at him too," he laughed. He slapped Tom on the back. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He leaned over, grabbing a fistful of Hanson's hair, and roughly pulled his head up to face him. "See, that's what it's like in there. YOU…" he shouted, "…YOU don't get to decide who has a go at you! And you have no idea what that's like, do you, you little son of a bitch?" Eckert pulled Tom's head back even farther. "Look at you! You get everything you want, don't you? You got that pretty little face that makes everyone do whatever you want, don't you? Well not this time!" He slammed Tom's head back down against the car, turning his face to the side. "Not this time!"
Tom was getting more and more dazed by the rough treatment, his head still aching deeply. His nose had begun to bleed once more, and the pain in his bruised face was coming alive again. The rope around his head was cutting into the skin around his mouth, and he could feel blood on his hands from the tight restraints on his wrists. But worse than the pain was the fear. Eckert's buddy was holding him down now, and he could hear the sound of Eckert's belt coming undone and his zipper going down. He felt Eckert's hands on his hips, grasping his jeans, and suddenly they were pulled down to his knees, his shorts going with them.
Tom's level of panic began to rise rapidly. Oh God…no…no…he's really doing this. He was pinned tightly against the car by Eckert's buddy and was having trouble breathing. He sensed Eckert approaching him from behind and felt his hands sliding up his back, pushing his t-shirt up.
Eckert pressed himself against Hanson's backside and let his hands roam over the young man's back. He slid his left hand under Tom's body, grasping his torso firmly while his right hand moved under as well and then wandered down to Tom's crotch.
Tom began whimpering as Eckert caressed his skin. When the man's hand reached to grasp his cock, he flinched and began to struggle furiously, trying to get away. He was crying in earnest now, screaming into his gag for the man to stop, but it only encouraged his assailant. Eckert grinned and laughed as he watched Hanson's futile efforts, and he continued to fondle the officer's genitals. Things were going better than he had expected, and he was enjoying himself immensely.
"Feels good, doesn't it, Tommy?" Eckert cooed. His own cock had grown hard and was straining to rise erect between the two men's bodies.
Tom was trying to cry out again, his pleas of "no" muffled by the rag in his mouth. He twisted and turned, trying to work his way out from under the two thugs above him and pulled as hard as he could, trying to get his hands free from their restraints. But his attempt only managed to cause the rope to cut further into his wrists. The burning pain there was terrible, yet he continued to pull. He would gladly have a hand cut off if it meant escaping this horror.
Eckert released his hold on Hanson's torso and clamped a hand down on his shoulder. "Easy there, pal," he laughed, "you're gonna hurt yourself." He began to grind himself against Tom's ass. "Just relax…" he moaned as he felt his cock becoming even harder. "You'll like this…I promise." He reached down and grabbed his cock, holding it tightly and wielding it like a weapon. It was already leaking and ready. He rubbed the head with his thumb, spreading the pre-cum over it and relishing in the sensation. He gestured to his partner and instructed, "Hold him still for me."
The other man tightened his grip on Tom's arm and moved farther over him to use his weight as leverage to keep the captive in place. Tom sensed Eckert moving into place behind him and felt him positioning his cock against him. No…oh God no please…please…stop…make him stop! He again fought to get loose and caught Eckert's buddy off guard, managing to slip out from under him and rise up. But before he could even try to extract himself from Eckert's hold, he found himself being grabbed by the back of the neck and flung back down.
"Son of a BITCH!" Eckert yelled at his partner as he held Tom down by the neck. "You dumb motherfuckin' son of a bitch! I said hold him STILL!" He turned his attention to Hanson. "And you…" he growled as he tightened his hold on Tom's neck. "I swear to God if you fucking move one more time I'm gonna stick that gun down your throat and pull the trigger!" He pulled Tom's head up and slammed his face against the hood twice, then leaned over, putting his face up to Tom's and spat out, "Now you fucking STAY there! This IS going to happen!"
There was no need for Eckert to worry about Tom trying to escape again, for those last blows to his head had nearly knocked him out. Now Eckert's helper, fearful of screwing up again, was practically on top of Hanson, putting all of his weight behind him as he dug an elbow into Tom's back and held his head down with his other arm.
Tom lay passively on the car as tears rolled down his face. He tried to remain calm and to concentrate on his breathing, but the overwhelming feeling of helplessness was taking its toll. The pains from his initial beating were coming to life again, and the more recent strikes to his head and face had left his mind in a daze. He whimpered softly as Eckert resumed his assault.
Eckert grasped his own cock again which had grown even fuller and harder as he had raged at the others. The anger and violence were turning him on, and he wasted no time in getting started. He was pleased to see that Tom appeared to finally be complying. He approached the defenseless young man, found his target, and took aim. Tom started to squirm and his whimpering grew louder as Eckert started to push his cock slowly into Tom's body. Eckert paused and moaned at the tight sensation surrounding the head of his cock. He closed his eyes and started to rock back and forth, moving in and out just a little at a time. But soon his urges overtook him, and he gathered his strength and put it all behind one violent thrust, driving his cock hard and fast completely into Tom's ass with a loud groan.
At the brutal invasion, Hanson let out a long, horrible wail that even the gag could not contain. The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt before, reaching far into places he didn't even know were there. Eckert's cock was buried deep inside of him and yet the man continued to push further against him. Tom's cry ended with deep sobs and gasps as he tried to breathe. Please…please.
"Ain't that somethin'?!" Eckert crowed behind Hanson. "You fucked me; now I'm fucking you!" He laughed wildly and pulled himself almost out of the smaller body beneath him. Tom moaned with some relief as the offending thing was nearly removed, but he shrieked as Eckert rammed him violently again. The pain was unbearable as Eckert pushed harder, determined to get every possible inch of himself into the young man's trembling body.
Tom cried softly, nearly choking on the rag in his mouth which was now soaked with saliva and blood. No, no, no, please…no more. Eckert's pal was leaning heavily on him, crushing his chest against the car, making it nearly impossible to get any air into his lungs. His ribs, back, and stomach were hurting intensely as well, but the pain from Eckert's current assault was indescribable.
"Oh man…fuck! This is so sweet," Eckert sighed as he withdrew and entered Tom again. "Mmmm…anybody ever tell you what a fine piece of ass you are?" He pulled out and drove into Tom brutally again. "You're new at this, huh? Got a lot of blood here." He groaned as he continued to move his hard, thick cock in and out, taking his time. He reached down to grab Hanson's cock and found that it was hard as well. He paused inside the officer's body as he gripped the cock tightly. "Damn! You're getting off on this, aren't you?!" He laughed and slapped Hanson on the ass. He leaned over and whispered into Tom's ear, "I knew you'd like it." He stroked Tom's hair as he continued, "What a good boy. You're learning fast." He began fucking Tom again slowly while rubbing the young man's cock in time with his thrusts.
Tom had been growing weaker and weaker as the assault went on, trying to make his mind blank and just praying for it to end soon. But he jumped when Eckert grabbed him down below and was mortified when he felt his body responding to the touch. God…oh fuck…Jesus…I…that can't be…oh my God. He didn't like this. He didn't. Why was his body betraying him? He tried to find the strength to struggle again, hoping this time Eckert would just kill him and get it over with. He wanted this to end. But he lay there weakly, unable to resist, as Eckert's hand brought him closer and closer to the edge. God no…I don't want this…I don't…please.
Eckert felt his own orgasm rising but stopped his movements before giving in to it. He paused, buried to the hilt inside of Tom, and increased the movement of his hand on Tom's cock. He clutched it tightly and pulled, fast and furiously.
Against his will, Tom felt the familiar tingling coming on as his body stiffened and shook slightly. This isn't happening. He groaned involuntarily as waves of displaced pleasure ran through his abused and sore body.
As he felt Hanson's body go rigid, Eckert moved his hand to catch the cum as it streamed out. He pulled his cock out of the tight hole and rubbed some of the semen on it, mixing it with the blood there, then smearing the mixture across Tom's face.
Tom recoiled at the touch, utterly ashamed that he had climaxed during this horrific ordeal. But at least Eckert had withdrawn from him. The pain still burned deep inside, but he prayed that it was over.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you, you little pervert?" Eckert growled. "Felt good, didn't it, blowing your wad with my dick up your scrawny ass?" He rubbed his cock which was now well lubricated and throbbing. "Well guess what?" He leaned over Tom's body, whispering into his ear, "We ain't done yet."
I honestly meant to keep going with this one to a certain point, but it was getting really long and involved, and if I had kept going it would have been several more days before it would be ready. So I present this much to you now. Sorry for another cliffhanger! Please let a review if you're so inclined.