Warnings for more violence and graphic content.

"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."

Tom wept quietly at the words. He didn't think he could take much more of this before either his mind or his body broke. He picked a point on the car's windshield and focused on it, staring intently as he tried to imagine being home, safe and secure, doing anything at all except this. Anywhere but here. Anything but this.

Eckert slid his hand up and down his long, hard cock, preparing it for the next round. "You think you're pretty smart, don't you, you fucking nark? You screwed around with me for two fucking months. That deserves a little payback, don't ya think?" He gripped his cock tightly and took his position. He penetrated Tom with a vicious shove, sheathing himself entirely within the young man's body.

The pain inside of Tom was renewed with a vengeance, and he cried out pitifully again. Eckert had paused inside of him, but now he was withdrawing and re-entering Tom quickly and harshly. Tom was getting nauseous from the motion and prayed he wouldn't vomit with the gag in his mouth. The pain and hopelessness became too much, and his weak cries turned into strong sobs.

"Awww…" Eckert mocked, "poor baby's crying. What's the matter? Can't take it like a man?" He sped up his movements, running his cock in and out of the officer like a piston. "You need your mommy to come kiss it and make it better?" He laughed as he continued to fuck Hanson harder.

Hanson's sobs soon dissolved into soft whimpers, and he tried to beg his assailant to please stop…to please let him go. But his muffled pleas earned him nothing but a slap on the head and a "Shut the fuck up!" He was exhausted, his body and mind pushed way beyond their limits. Eckert's voice seemed farther away now, his words muted and running together, forming incoherent sentences. Tom's focus point on the windshield was beginning to move, starting to spiral and fade in and out. He felt himself becoming blissfully unaware of what was happening, and he sighed gratefully as darkness and numbness gradually overtook him. But his relief was short-lived.

"Oh no…no you don't!" Eckert growled as he saw Tom fading away. "Don't you dare pass out on me, motherfucker!" He pushed his partner away. "Get off him, asshole! Does he look like he's going anywhere now?!" He grabbed Hanson by the hair and roughly pulled him up, then slapped him hard across the face. "You have this coming to you, motherfucker!" He slapped him again. "You fucking stay awake, you hear me?!" He shoved Tom back down. "You were big enough of a man to fuck with me before, weren't you?! Huh?! Now there's a fucking price to pay for that! Screwed around with me and lied to me, didn't you, you son of a bitch?!" He continued his brutal assault with a renewed vigor. "Nobody fucks with me and gets away with it! Nobody!"

The slaps and increased intensity of the attack brought Tom back to full consciousness. God…please…it's enough…please make it stop. Eckert was ramming him so hard now that the car was moving with every violent thrust. Please. He moaned in pain, crying weakly again.

Eckert had begun to moan as well, but not from pain. He was reaching new levels of pleasure with every stroke of his cock in and out of the captive officer. He closed his eyes and held Tom down by the neck with one hand while the other gripped the young man's hip tightly. Eckert continued his furious thrusts as his body went rigid and he felt his legs begin to tremble. He gave a final, hard shove into Hanson and groaned loudly as his body shuddered and his cock pulsated wildly deep inside the other man. He let out a strangled cry as his orgasm overtook him. His cock throbbed as he ejaculated, and he then collapsed heavily onto Tom.

Hanson gasped and his eyes flew open wide as he felt the warm fluid filling him. It was a disgusting feeling…dirty…shameful. Eckert's cock was still buried inside of him as his attacker fell over him, sweaty and panting.

"Mmmm…" Eckert moaned as he began licking and biting the back of Tom's neck. "That was hot…you're so fucking hot!" He grunted as he pushed himself up and slid his cock out of Tom's ass. Finally limp, it was still slick with blood and semen. He reached down and grasped Tom's jeans and shorts, then pulled them up, pausing to use the boxers to wipe off his wet cock. He then finished bringing the clothing up over Tom's hips.

Hanson could hear the sound of a zipper as Eckert pulled his own jeans back up and fastened them. The sound was like music to his ears, hopefully signaling the end of this horrific nightmare. It didn't matter what the ex-convict did to him now. Nothing could be worse than what he had just endured. Being let go or being killed…he wasn't sure which one would bring him the greatest relief, and right now he would welcome either of those options.

Tom flinched as Eckert put his hands on his shoulders and then flipped him over onto his back. He looked up at the night sky and saw that the moon had moved across it considerably since earlier, and he wondered just how long they had been out here. It seemed that this night could go on forever. He continued to stare at the sky as he felt Eckert button and zip up his jeans.

"There ya go! Can't have you hanging out all over the place now, can we?!" Eckert laughed heartily as he finished fastening the younger man's pants and then slapped Tom on the chest.

Please…just let it be over now…please.

Eckert leaned over and took Tom's chin in his hand, turning his head to face him. "You did good…real good, buddy," he said as he stroked Tom's hair and face. He leaned over and put his face in the crook of Tom's neck, nuzzling and licking it as he moaned, "Mmmm…you taste as sweet as you look. Got all sweaty, didn't you?" He stood back up and laughed. "Never knew learning could be so fun, did you, Tommy? Yeah…I had fun too." His face grew serious. "But all good things must come to an end, right?" He turned and called over his shoulder, "C'mon, guys! Let's finish this up!"

Tom blinked back tears as he stared up at the man. This was it. It was over. Relief. He was finally going to get relief.

Eckert grabbed Tom by the arm and jerked him up off of the car. He pushed him forward, and Tom staggered a moment before dropping hard to his knees. With his hands still bound behind him and his exhaustion overcoming him, there was nothing he could do next but fall flat on his face in the dirt. He lay there panting, eyes closed, willing the men to just go away. Leave me alone now…please…just go away…please…tired…I'm so tired.

"Go ahead."

Hanson winced at the words, then began to cry quietly again. But he refused to open his eyes as they attacked him once more. He felt a hard kick connect with his left side, then another on his right. His body rolled with the assault as they continued to batter him from both sides. Get it over with…just get it over with. One boot caught him under the chin, and as he reeled from the blow another landed squarely and brutally in his vulnerable midsection. Tom's world was whirling…fading away from him, along with his life, he feared. He felt another vicious kick to his stomach, a heavy foot connecting with his back, and then he was lying face down again, the dirt making sticky mud tracks on his tear stained face.

"That's enough. C'mon…it's time."

Hanson felt their hands on him, one on either side, grasping his arms and pulling him to his knees. He felt a hand on his head and opened his eyes to see Eckert crouching in front of him. Unable to speak, Tom pleaded with his eyes. Please…make it be over…just make it be over…please.

Eckert tousled Tom's hair as he stared at him. "This was fun, Tommy…real fun." He laughed a small laugh as he raised his other hand which now held the small handgun. "I think I'm really gonna miss you." He looked up at his buddies. "Let's do this."

It's over…that's it…it's over. The men were pulling him…dragging him on his knees across the open area toward the trees. As much as he craved relief from the terrible pain he was in, he didn't really want to die. But he didn't struggle. His body was limp with quiet acceptance as he was pulled along. Still, he wept softly as he thought of his friends and family. His mother…who would tell his mother? I'm sorry…I'm so sorry, mom. He didn't want her to see him like this. He prayed they would never find him. I'm so sorry.

"Over here! Bring him over here."

The men dragged Tom toward Eckert's voice, and he raised his head to see the ex-convict illuminated in moonlight, standing next to a dumpster just inside the tree line. He was pulled behind it and dropped unceremoniously among the remnants of someone's picnic. He could smell the rancid leftovers and garbage strewn around him, and he heard beer cans scattering as Eckert made his way over to him.

Eckert reached down and flipped Tom over onto his back. He squatted down beside him and looked into his eyes, searching for the fear and the pain. But the eyes were empty…mere shells of what were once lively and vibrant orbs shining with passion and spirit. He grabbed the young man by the shirt front and pulled his upper body off the ground. With his other hand he brought the gun up and put it against Tom's forehead.

Tom closed his eyes and waited, trembling despite trying desperately not to. The gun pressed harder against his head.

"Praying, are ya, Tommy?" Eckert inquired sarcastically. "A little late for that, don't ya think? You should have prayed before you got into this mess…before you decided to start screwing with me. It's too late, man. God ain't gonna help you now."

Please…just don't let them find me. She'll never know what happened. Let her be okay…help her…please. He hurt so badly. He was dying anyway, and he knew it. Just get it over with.

"Open your eyes." When Tom did not comply, Eckert shook him and repeated the command. "Open your eyes, motherfucker!"

Slowly, Tom did as he was told and looked at Eckert.

"It's over. Done. Are you ready to die now? Huh?" Eckert brandished the gun in front of Tom's face, then pressed it into the hollow of his throat.

Just do it.

Eckert pressed harder. "One shot, man. Quick and painless. Right?" Suddenly, he began laughing wildly and pulled the gun back. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, cop?"

Hanson thought he must be dreaming. One minute Eckert was in his face about to blow him away and the next he was cackling like a madman and waving the gun around frantically.

Eckert still held Tom firmly by the shirt. He stopped laughing and turned serious again as he addressed his captive. "You ain't getting off that easy."

Tom didn't think he could take much more of this. What kind of game was this lunatic playing?

Eckert pulled Tom up so their faces were almost touching. "Guess what? I'm not going to kill you." He laughed again. "Know why? Huh?" He tightened his grip. "Because I want you to remember this. I want you to remember it every fucking day of your sorry life. And I want you to wake up screaming every fucking night after dreaming about it. And most of all…I want you to know I'm out here…" He raised the gun high over his head. "…and I can do it again." He brought the gun down hard, connecting solidly with the side of Tom's head.

Hanson heard the words and felt despair like he had never felt before. This is never going to end...never. He saw the gun coming down fast, and everything went black.

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