mikey2much
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Hi Guys,
I have written a story that has five chapters posted now called Evolution. I have tried three times to post pt six and have been rejected three times.
There is no underage children there are no deaths. There are some grim scenes and some violence.
I am asking for you advice about is the story is worth changing to get it posted. I think that it is written OK but I want some of you guys who have been posting and writing for a while to tell me if you think the story is that bad. If you do feel that I should re-write I will try but I want to hear it from some of you guys not somebody is is trying to be politicaly correct.
Here is chapter six as submitted and rejected.
In this story Jamie has been broken out of jail and is now held captive by Danny a man he met in the jail.
Chapter 6
The next day Jamie woke up to the feel of Danny rolling him over and sticking his dick, which seemed to always be hard, between his lips
“ That’s a good girl, the breakfast of champions, darling, the breakfast of champions” Danny smiled down at the top of the soldiers head as he deep throated his cock, pushing his nose into his pubic hair. Danny thought that it was time to take this bitch to a different level.
“Bitch, you better show me that you like sucking that cock. Suck that cock bitch. I said to suck it like you mean it. I want to hear you sucking that thing.”
This motherfucker, Jamie thought. Got me face-fucking myself again while he just stands there. He makes me do all the work while I’m the one getting raped.
Jamie brought his hands up and started to fondle Danny’s balls. He ran his hand under him and found his asshole he brushed across it and then worked his way back to his balls. Jamie let his slobber run down from his mouth to fall on his hand which was wrapped around the base of Danny’s dick. As he jacked off his dick he kept his mouth on his hand rising and falling with it as he beat him off. He kept his hand wet so it was always as slick as the inside of his mouth. Jamie was trying hard to make him cum, trying to make him happy, he wanted him to cum.
“You stupid bitch, I can beat my meat. I want a blow job and I don’t want to feel nothing but lips and tonsils.“ Danny roughly pulled the younger man off his dick and pushed him down on his stomach, his face in the dirt and pine needles. Danny reached behind him and pulled out something that had been laying in the pine straw. It was a short piece of barbed wire, old and rust colored but still thick and strong. It looked like it had been unraveled for apiece, maybe ten inches on each end.
Thoughts ricocheted through Jamie’s mind at the speed of light. He knew that he could stop this right now, but did he want to yet? In a faction of a second Jamie compared what he was allowing to happen with his military service. He had suffered severe discomfort at the whim of his commanding officers in the past, and for no good reason other then because they ordered him to. He had allowed himself to be restrained and tortured when he had gone through E and E school in Panama. They taught him more then just escape and evasion, they taught him how to conduct himself as a prisoner if he got caught. Jamie had avoided capture and never had to endure it but he had hidden close by to the holding compound, for two days he watched the poor bastards that were caught get shocked with wires to various parts of their body, brutal kicks and beatings with belts. The men endured because they were doing it for their superiors. Men trained to kill, submitted to pain, humiliation and bad treatment, suffered severely to keep imaginary secrets. He had been here before, just in a different setting. Jamie was out the door and free-falling into submissiveness, he wasn’t ready to pull the ripcord yet.
Danny then took Jamie’s hand and pulling the two pieces of wire around his wrist twisted them together with a pair of pliers. When he was done with that hand he pulled the other around behind the boy and did the same to it. He stood up and pulled him to his feet, putting his arms to his sides he then took another piece of wire and tied the boy’s wrist again this time letting the wire cross the front of his body. Finished he stood back to admire his work. Jamie’s arms were secured to his sides; if he tried to move them toward the front then barbs on the wire would dig into the skin on his back. If he tried to move his hands to the rear then barbs would dig into the skin across his stomach.
Jamie thought that he might still be able to slip the wire down his legs if he got the chance maybe get his hands up here in front of his face so he might get the twist undone by using his teeth.
He heard Danny say. ” Just one more thing” and he came up behind him and taking a small piece of wire, wrapped it around his upper arm, he then took it and pulling it painfully to the back and center he tied it to his other arm. This forced the boy to stick out his chest and at the same time suck in his gut to avoid getting stuck by the barbs. Now there was no way that he could slip the wires down his legs. He was truly bound and helpless.
“Now bitch, get your ass on your knees and get back to work.” Danny growled at him.
Jamie dropped on command and started to give him the best blowjob that he could. His arms ached from the way they were pulled behind him the pain in his shoulders started to build into cramps. He kept sucking, ignoring his pain and concentrating on Danny’s pleasure. Jamie could tell he was about to cum, he plunged down his cock and held him deep as he felt him jump and shoot. His Master’s dick throbbing like it was breathing deep in his throat. He didn’t stop but he did slow it down, Jamie teased him with his tongue. He sucked more gently and let it lay longer on his tongue licking it slowly until he thought that Danny was ready and he would start to get a little more forceful with his mouth. This oral rape went on for over an hour. Jamie’s arms were driving him mad with their cramping spasms and pain. He had cut his back several times and there were a couple of cuts on his stomach also. He could feel the stickiness of his own blood as it dried on his stomach and back. A single drop of blood fell on his hard dick that waved around in front of him, the air making it a cool spot on his hot cock as it dried to a crust. Finally Danny pulled his dick from his mouth making a lewd popping noise.
The boy was dead on his knees; the pain and the sexual excitement had completely drained him.
“You know that we got no place to go. The cops are all over the highways looking for us, checking cars at road blocks watching at all the river bridges for us.” Danny looked down at Jamie and smiled, “We ain’t got no TV, and all we got is you for entertainment. You think that you’re up to keeping me happy for a couple of days out here in these woods?”
Danny had a mean streak in him and Jamie knew that he was going to see a lot more of it before he ever got back to the real world. This was like boot camp and this asshole was the drill sergeant. When he had allowed himself to be secured, he had entered into Danny’s world. Danny was god in his world. Jamie knew his place; he had played similar games before.
“I asked you a question slut. Are you going to keep me happy for these next few days or not?” Danny pushed his face sneeringly close to Jamie’s almost touching him.
“I’ll do the best that I can. I’ll do what ever you tell me to do.” Jamie was so uncomfortable; he needed to be able to stretch his arms out to relieve the cramps. “Please let me stretch my arms, they hurt so bad.” He knew that he was begging but that was what he was down to now.
“Sure thing, I’ll let you stretch your arms a bit” Danny lifted the ex-paratrooper to his feet by the wire that crossed his back. Pulling the wire across his stomach into his flesh. Jamie moaned with the pain and the effort of standing up. Danny pulled him over to the car He pushed the boy over the hood and started to work on the wires behind his back. Soon he had the wire undone and he walked around to the other side of the car he reached across and grabbed the wire and pulled Jamie’s arms over his head. Stretching them across the hood and using the wire he had undone in back, he tied his hands to the rear view mirror mounted on the other fender. Jamie was tied across the hood of the car with his feet just touching the ground. His ass was helplessly displayed and offered to his Master’s hungry stare. Danny leaned forward and whispered into Jamie’s ear.
” I got something that I found in the trunk that I think that you might need.”
He held a large flat blade screwdriver in front of Jamie’s face, it had a thick wooden handle and a shank that was a good foot long. Danny then held up a small greasy container he turned it so Jamie could read the label, Rear End Grease.
Danny was laughing and telling him that it was like a sign from God when he found that can of grease.
“You got to admit it slut,” He smiled at the boy as he waved the greasy screwdriver, “we got the right tools for the job. This is your lucky day, I was going to dry fuck that ass of yours but now I won’t have to.“
With that statement he started to rub the handle of the screwdriver against the boy’s puckered hole. When he had it ready he pushed the handle up into Jamie’s ass an inch or so twisting and pushing and then he would pull it back a bit only to push it deeper with the next stroke.
Jamie at first hated the feel of the thing in his ass, but as it progressed into a slow fucking motion in and out, slipping the length in slowly, stopping and retreating a bit. He relaxed and offered himself to this fucking. It took a few seconds but finally with one quick and sudden motion Danny got the whole handle inside the boy’s ass. Jamie felt his asshole close onto the metal shank. Danny used the blade like a handle and twirled the handle around inside him. ”You stay just like that until I get back,” he said as he slapped the boy’s ass very hard two times. Jamie couldn’t turn to look behind him but he heard him walking away down the firebreak behind him. It seemed that he was gone for quite some time, the handle in his ass was very uncomfortable and he found himself squirming a bit as he lay across the warm car hood.
Flies landed and walked on his body like teasing fingers. He couldn’t move, he could only endure. He thought that he might be able to push the handle from his ass if he squeezed and pushed hard enough. He remembered what Danny had told him, “stay like that.”
He was conditioned to follow orders and left it in place. He found himself thinking about having a dick in his ass. He found himself thinking about how it would feel to have a man push his hard cock up into such a sensitive hole. He was playing games that he never wanted to play, but what made it even worst was that he was playing them by himself. Nobody was making him have these thoughts; he could only blame himself for those slutty thoughts.
Jamie never heard Danny when he got back. He could have been watching him sway and rock with his discomfort for several minutes before the boy ever knew that he was there. Jamie was so lost in his slutty thoughts that the first he knew of Danny’s return was when his hand grabbed the shank of the screwdriver and started to fuck it in and out of his asshole. It was as if his daydream of getting ass-fucked had come true. Jamie was a willing partner as he pushed back onto the shank driving the handle deeper and deeper into his body. After a few strokes Danny pulled it out to the point where the handle was the thickest and left it there to stretch the tight asshole open for his use.
“Bitch if you drop that thing from your ass I am going to whip you till you bleed. You listening to me bitch.” With that said he went about stretching the boy’s feet apart and tying his ankles to a stick with two pieces of old fence wire. Jamie almost dropped the damn thing when his legs were pulled so far apart. He had to draw every fiber in his body into the effort to squeeze that damn handle hard enough that it wouldn’t fall.
When Danny had finished the boy’s feet were as far apart as they could go and his ass was wide open to him. His hand grabbed the screwdriver and pulled it from Jamie’s hole, he carried it around the car to the side where Jamie could see the thing and then told him to open his mouth. Jamie could see shit on the handle; he could smell his own shit as Danny put the steel shank in his mouth like you might hold a pencil in your teeth. “Don’t drop this bitch”. Jamie could see a glob of shit just inches from his lips, he could smell it with every breath. Danny was now behind him and Jamie felt him step between his spread legs. Danny guided his hard dick into the boy’s open and stretched hole. He didn’t spare the boy any pain or discomfort as he sunk to the hilt on the first hard stroke into his bowels. Jamie almost dropped the screwdriver from his mouth and had to bite down hard on the steel shank to hang onto the damn thing. He wanted to scream but the shank of the screwdriver gagged him. Jamie was thinking that this was the way that Raymond had soul fucked poor Molly last night driving her nearly crazy with desire before they gang raped her.
Danny just let his dick lay in the boy’s hot tunnel for a few moments; Jamie was so totally helpless that he could only lie there and await his rape at Danny’s hands. The cowboy leaned forward and whispered into the soldier’s ear.
“Boy, I am going to tear this asshole up for you. I am going to make you mine for life. Now I want to feel you ass tighten on every outward stroke. You hear me?”
He was waiting for an answer to his question, so Jamie nodded his head, he couldn’t speak because of the screwdriver. This was not good enough for Danny though. His hand slammed down across his poor ass and was followed by several hard blows. When he tired of this Danny leaned back over the naked boy’s body to whisper into his ear again. “Bitch, you squeeze my dick twice for yes. You never tell me no.”
Jamie squeezed his dick with his ass twice.
“Good girl, now lets get to fucking this ass.” With that statement he stated to ram his hard dick deep into the boy’s ass. Forcing him to grunt with the force of his strokes. Jamie tried to tighten his ass when he felt him start to pull out and it caused him even more pain. He tried to open his ass when he was plunging in so deep but that didn’t seem to help either. This was not romance or love this was hard brutal sex between men. There was no loving surrender there was only force and one man dominating another. As he kept at it Jamie seemed to be getting more used to it and the pain lessened. He kept fucking him with his ass muscles trying to make it as good for him as he could. Jamie was ashamed to admit that his dick was hard as a rock and he sought some relief by rubbing it on the fender of the car as Danny rode his ass. Jamie kept the screwdriver clenched between his teeth until he felt Danny’s hot load shoot deep into his innards.
His Master had taken him like a bitch and he had tried to make it good for him. Maybe he was a bitch and not a man after all. He felt the power that Danny held while he was fucking and that was sexy but he did not find any pleasure in this thing. It had been a sexy thing though and Jamie was hot and would have liked to cum.
Danny pulled out of his sore ass and walked over to lay in some shade, leaving Jamie to hold his shitty screwdriver in his teeth. Jamie could feel his cum as it ran down his leg and started to cool in the air. After a few minutes of this Danny came around to his front and took the screwdriver from his mouth. Without a word he walked back around him and slide the handle back deep inside the boy’s sore and abused asshole, sealing what was left of his load inside. He then went back to the side where the boy’s hands were tied to the mirror and released them. He told him to stand up and Jamie did, it was hard to balance with his feet spread so far apart but he did the best that he could. After re-attaching the wire restraining his arms, Danny came to stand in front of him. With a quick move he held him and pushed him down to his knees, this was very painful because of the way his feet were spread apart. Danny’s dick was red and discolored with the juices from the boy’s asshole. He looked down on the boy and waited, never saying a word.
Jamie knew what he wanted, after a moment to see if he was going to give the command, he gave in and gave him what he wanted. Opening his lips he took the foul member deep into his mouth and started to clean it with his tonuge and lips. Jamie was a real slut now, and he had begun to accept that fact. His dick was still hard and he had been treated like shit. He must like it he thought. When he had cleaned Danny’s dick to his satisfaction Danny stepped back and closed his pants. Without a word he turned and walked away, leaving Jamie standing on his knees in the dirt.
Jamie had cum seven or eight times yesterday and he had cum twice since he had been with Danny. He shouldn’t be horny but he was. He fidgeted as he stood on his sore knees in the pine needles. His cock was hard and waved around in front of him as he twitched and twisted trying to relieve himself someway.
Danny sat and watched, lighting a cigarette drawing the smoke deep into his chest and letting it out in a thin stream from his mouth. The younger man was still hot as a two-dollar pistol. A mean smile appeared on Danny’s face as an ideal hit him. If the kid were a hot little slut that needs fucking, then he would see to it that he was fucked. Maybe the kid could fuck himself all night long. He got up and without saying a word walked to the trunk of the car. A few minutes later he came back into Jamie’s view. Danny wasn’t big on explaining anything to anybody so Jamie had to watch and try to figure what was going on as Danny did his thing. First he went over to the tree where he had been sitting, looking up into the branches he found what he was looking for and marked the spot with his foot, drawing an X in the dirt. Back to the car he went only to return with a ball ping hammer, and the car’s jack. Danny took the jack and hammered it into the ground until only about three inches still stuck out of the dirt. That left nearly three foot of steel rod driven deep into the hard clay dirt.
Danny then took the hammer and using a knife he found in the trunk started to whittle on the handle. When he was finished some time later he had reduced the wooden shaft to about an inch thick except for right at the end of the handle. There the handle swelled to the original size, which was nearly two inches thick. Danny looked at the fruits of his labor and seemed to be content with his efforts. He went back to the trunk and this time brought back a chain that was designed to hold the fish that a fisherman might catch. Danny went back to the car and not finding what he needed headed back down the firebreak and out of Jamie’s sight.
Jamie couldn’t sit down because he had that damn screwdriver up his ass he was afraid that he might fall and stick the damn thing in so deep that he could kill himself on it. He had to maintain this very uncomfortable position until Danny helped him to move into another. When he was in the army Jamie had learned that toughness is the ability to endure pain and discomfort. He had been trained for this but he didn’t know it at the time of the training. As the pain got worst for Jamie his mind began to think of himself as a victim, not a slut but a guy who was being used against his wishes. Jamie began to think of how he might be able to escape. These thoughts were interrupted by the noise of Danny returning he had several pieces of wood most of them had nails driven through them. He dropped them into a noisy pile and began to pull out the nails with the pliers and the hammer.
Jamie couldn’t stand the pain any longer and asked. ”Danny, You got to help me, my shoulders are killing me and now my legs are cramping so bad that I'm getting a charlie horse I am afraid that I am going to stab this damn screwdriver up my ass too far if I fall.”
Danny said nothing, he just kept doing what he was doing taking out the nails and then driving them through the board with the hammer.
Jamie tried once more. “Come on man, I‘ve done everything that you’ve asked me to do.” Jamie was ashamed as he said the next few words. “I’ve been a good slut for you, now give me a break.”
Still no response from Danny
Jamie was on the verge of a panic, he tried once more to sway Danny.
“I’ll do anything you want me to do, I’ll suck you all night long if you want me too. You can fuck my ass if you want to. I don’t care what you do to me but you got to let me move. This shit is killing me.”
Danny acted as thought he hadn’t heard a word. He continued to work at whatever he was working on.
Jamie would have begged some more if he had thought that it might’ve helped but he didn’t think that it would. He decided that he would not beg again. Jamie went into the mindset of a prisoner of war; he became a paratrooper again while he kneeled in the dirt with that screwdriver up his ass. The slut inside of him shut her mouth. The man inside of him gritted his teeth and withstood the pain of his predicament. The boy inside of him felt that he was growing into that man he wanted so bad to be.
They all three now thought of Danny as the enemy.
Danny shook Jamie from his thoughts when he felt the older mans hands helping him to stand up. Jamie’s arms were so cramped up that he could hardly move them when Danny took off the wire that held them together behind his back. His arms fell lifeless to his sides when the last of his hand restraints had been removed. Danny left his feet spread far apart and wire-tied to the long stick that served as a spreader bar. Danny drug him over under the tree where he had been working and secured the homemade spreader bar to the jack he had driven in the ground.
He then pulled Jamie’s hands up to a stick that he had hanging from the fish chain, which was tied to a tree branch over Jamie’s head. Danny told Jamie to let himself down with his arms until he was sitting on the ground. Jamie did as he was told and felt blessed relief as his weight rested on the ground. Danny made him pull himself up by his arms again. Jamie was so weak that he could only lift his body a foot or so off the ground.
“Relax and rest a bit while I work on this over at the car.” Danny said as he walked toward the car.
Jamie sat on the ground with his arms stretched over his head by the wire tied to the chain, his legs spread wide open by the spreader bar. He watched as Danny drove the last of the nails through the board, he then stuck the hammer handle through a hole he had made in the wood and brought the whole contraption over to where Jamie was waiting.
He set the board with the hammer handle going through it under Jamie’s ass and proceeded to pour motor oil all over the hammer handle. Last thing he did was to rub the thick end of the handle with the last of the rear end grease. Placing the thing under Jamie’s ass Danny told him to lower himself down onto it.
Jamie did as ordered, not having much choice about it. He felt the handle as it entered his asshole. The big ball on the end pushed against and then crashed through his feeble efforts to keep it out. The shaft followed until Jamie felt like he had a good foot of wood shoved up his bottom. He had to stop he couldn’t take anymore.
“That’s real good boy, hell you got about ten inches in your tight little ass and still got another four to go if you take the whole damn thing up you ass.” Danny seemed real happy by this turn of events. He told Jamie to hold what he had and began to pile dirt under the boy putting it under the board holding the hammer handle. Soon he had it build up so that Jamie couldn’t pull himself high enough to get off the end of the handle with his asshole.
Danny was happy as a lark as he danced around laughing and telling Jamie that he was in for the fucking of his life. He told Jamie to let his weight off his arms and sit his ass on the ground.
Jamie knew that the handle would be pushed deep up inside of him if he did but the strain of holding his weight on his arms was beginning to tell, his arms were giving out, so he let himself down. Deeper and deeper the greasy wooden handle sunk into his bowels, Jamie would have to pull up some and then lower himself down so slowly that it was painful to his back and shoulders as well as his arms and his asshole.
That’s when his ass made contact with those nails that Danny had driven into the board. Jamie was forced to raise himself up again six inches or so which was as high as he could pull himself up. Jamie would hang there as long as he could until his arms ached so bad he had to lower his ass down onto the handle again to rest his arms a bit. If he went too low he stuck the nails into his asscheeks, so he was forced to raise himself and then lower himself over and over. In effect he was fucking himself with strokes of about six inches of hard oily hammer handle sliding in and out of his ass. Danny watched this for some time seemingly quite proud of his handiwork. Once he was certain that the boy couldn’t get loose and that he would keep fucking himself all night long, Danny told him. ”Boy you going to break yourself in for me tonight, by tomorrow you will be begging me to let you stop. If you ask me nice enough I might turn you loose so that you can suck my cock again for me.” With that he went back to the car climbed into the back seat and went to sleep.
Jamie had been through some tough training while he had been in the 82nd airborne division, but he had never sweated like this before. His arms ached so bad that he was forced to settle his ass lower onto the waiting hammer handle in his ass. He felt that the handle was on the verge of causing him serious injury. The pain was more then just stretching his asshole to accommodate the size of the handle. Jamie was afraid that he was pushing into his guts with the rounded wooden handle; the pain was something that he had no defense against. He could not let the hammer stick too far into his ass for fear of damaging his internal organs. The pain of holding his weight off the handle in his ass quickly overcame the slight relief he gained by moving his arms. Jamie spent the night slowly letting his own body defeat him. Within an hour Jamie was on the point of going crazy. He was so tired that he was considering pushing his ass down and ending this ordeal by killing himself. This was not sex, this was not even rough sex, this was the work of a seriously sick mind. Jamie had endured a lot in his life as a paratrooper, he would try to last through this too, but he was going to kill Danny as soon as an opportunity presented itself to him. From this moment on he would be looking for an opening, and since Danny thought of him as weak, Jamie thought that he would have the advantage.
Danny didn’t know that Jamie was a trained killer and that he had killed before this just for fun. As the handle fucked into his tired and painfully sore ass, Jamie recalled the actions that had driven him to take a submissive slant on life. What had caused him to give control to others? Jamie remembered once when he was in a grain elevator overlooking the river. The rebels were on the other side of the river and the two sides would trade shots whenever they saw each other. One morning Jamie had shot two guys as they ran across the concrete docks close to the water. For the next three days they shot at everybody who tried to claim the bodies. Everybody thought that it was funny making the rebels put up with the smell of their friends rotting and stinking just a few feet from their position. After a while the stink got so bad on their side of the river that they stopped shooting and let the rebels claim their fallen comrades. Jamie wondered why he took such delight in doing such cruel things to people he had never met.
Jamie was doing something that was common among abused children. In an effort to deal with a situation that was too horrible to credit as being real, a child will go out of their body. They will play with an imaginary friend or go to a secret place. He was putting himself outside of his body to escape the pain of being in the shape he was in. His mind soared back to the time he was riding in a troop truck. They were being trucked to a village where the Vietcong had attacked the night before. As they rolled down the narrow dirt road they would pass through villages where the children would run out in the road behind the trucks hoping for a can of c-rations to be thrown out. Many of the guys would throw out a can of fruit cocktail or something else that he children might like.
Every now and then though some asshole would be pissed about a buddy dying or getting wounded. He would hate the whole country for it and the kids were part of the enemy. These sick fucks would throw a hand grenade out amongst the other tin cans of food. Jamie could still hear the laughter of the troops, as the crowd of hungry children would be blown up. Pieces of children’s bodies would sometime rain down on their truck as they sped away from the horror they had caused. Now Jamie had come half way around the world but he had found the same sort of sick mind right here in Mississippi. Jamie had always thought that he should have done something about those guys back then in Vietnam, but he didn’t because they were on his side. They would be watching his back and he had to trust them.
Danny was a different story; Danny was going to die, because he had no reason to live. He was too sick to be allowed to live. Jamie repeated this to himself as he fucked up and down that damn hammer. The pain in his arms and back only make his decision more complete. As the night passed Jamie was skirting very close to insanity. The mantra of killing Danny was the only thing that helped him to stay focused, helped him to stay strong, and helped him to endure. Jamie was hurting and he was weakened but he was resolved, he was committed.
The night passed with Jamie finally getting so tired that he could support his weight no longer. He was hardly aware of it when his ass sunk down the length of that damn hammer handle and his ass sat on the nails. The pain of the nails entering his flesh woke him up and he was surprised to see that the weight of his body was sitting on top of the nails. Like the guys at the sideshows who lay on the bed of nails, he was sitting on the nails but there was so many that they spread out Jamie’s weight and he sat there on top of the points that were stuck into his ass but only about a quarter of an inch. They hurt but they did little damage to Jamie. With the strain off his arms he was able to work the stick that his hands were wired to over to where he could reach it with his mouth. Jamie started to work on the wire with his teeth, it was only twisted around the stick a few times and the more he unwrapped the easier it became. Within a few minutes he had worked the wire off his right hand, it went faster after that and he soon was free of the chain hanging from the tree.
Now if he could just get that damn hammer out of his aching ass. It was a hard thing pulling that handle from his asshole. He had fucked it so long that the oil was pretty much gone; the dry wood rubbed his sore asshole causing him to nearly pass out form the pain. At last he felt the large tip as it pushed out on his asshole. A deep breathe, a final tug, a blinding flash of pain, and the thing was out. . His feet took less time to free, Jamie stood quietly, rubbing the life back into his sore limbs. He could hardly walk for the pain from his ass; he had severe pains deep inside his guts that caused him some concern. He was pretty sure that he had hurt himself with the hammer because he was bleeding from his asshole.
Overall those things didn’t matter now, he had a job to do and he was going to do it right now. Even as he struggled to get his shit together, his hands were fashioning a noose from the wire he had removed from his own hands and feet.
He rubbed his arms and legs for some time there in the shadow of the pines. When he felt that he could use his limbs again he attached the chain to the noose and approached the car where Danny slept.
The moonlight filtered through the pine tops, creating a shadowy lacework of light and darkness on the ground, making it more difficult to find quite places to put his feet as he stepped toward the car. Jamie’s eyes were perfectly attuned to the light since he had been awake for some time. Even though it was dark Jamie had no trouble seeing Danny asleep in the back seat. He had his long legs stretched across the seat and his back and shoulders rested against the car’s door. His face was pressed against the rear door’s glass. Danny was totally unaware of his approaching death, as he lay and dreamed of what he might do to his slut the next day.
When the door opened so suddenly Danny’s head fell out and in that moment the noose went around his neck. Jamie gave him no chance to recover as he started to drag the man from the cars back seat by the noose around his neck. The wire cut into Danny’s neck so deep that he couldn’t make a sound. His eyes did his communicating for him with their wide opened shock and fear. Jamie had looked into the faces of dying men before, he didn’t need to look to know what Danny’s eyes were telling him. They would be begging for mercy, for life, for another chance, but Jamie wouldn’t answer them. The paratrooper drug Danny over to the tree where he had tied Jamie up to fuck himself to death last night. Using the chain he wrapped it around Danny’s neck and at the same time around the tree trunk. He gave the guy a bit of slack on the noose, just a bit to let him suck a little air if he tried hard enough, Jamie wasn’t in the mood for doing favors for the ass-fucker, he wanted him to have to work for every breath. In seconds the job was finished Danny could hardly breathe, he was unable to do anything other then try to claw the wire out of his flesh. Danny had ceased to be a threat.
Jamie walked naked around the fire that he had built. He had considered taking the clothes from Danny but decided that he didn’t want to fuck with the guy anymore. He was feeling better but every step he took he was reminded why he hated this asshole. He was wondering what his next step should be. What were the cops charging him with? Jamie didn’t know if anybody had been hurt in the explosions he had seen as they sped away that night. He got inside the car and listened to the radio hoping that he could get some news. He found an oldie-but-goldies station out of Jackson and listened to the Big Bopper and Jerry Lee Lewis for the next few minutes and then the news. That was when Jamie had heard himself described as a hostage. The cops thought that he had been drug along as a hostage! They didn’t think that he was escapee.
He needed to get to some law somewhere. Jamie walked back to where Danny was sitting against the tree. The man had changed a great deal since he had been waked up this morning. His face had a puffy look and seemed to have a very dark maroon color to it from lack of blood flow. His eyes held only panic as he struggled for each painful breath. He had ripped two fingernails off trying to get his fingers under the wire that had dug an inch into the flesh around his neck. Yeah, it was a safe bet that this would be one of the worst days in Danny Freeman’s life. Hell it might be the last day. Jamie had decided that he needed one more thing from this asshole, his pants. He squatted down next to the guy and with no regard for Danny began to take the pants off. Moments later he stood naked from the waist up but dressed enough that he could strike out for the road and find a cop.
It took nearly two hours or so Jamie reckoned before he came to a paved road. He stood and pondered which way to turn for a moment and decided that it didn’t matter and started to walk in what he hoped was a southern direction. He flagged every car that passed but none of them stopped, then an old man driving an old red pick-up truck pulled to a stop next to him and asked if he needed any help. He sure did.
Epilog
Jamie was still sore and had a little trouble walking normally, as he was led from the hospital, but Phillip was there beside him with a steadying hand on his arm, Jamie liked the feeling.
All the charges relating to the jailbreak had been dropped. It took the cops nearly two hours to find Danny. From what he had been told the ants were much faster and had caused the man some trouble. Well, Jamie thought, he wanted some entertainment, the ants most likely kept him from being bored. Danny was back in the hospital ward of the jail in Jackson. The police had recovered the two hundred pounds of pot alone with the gun. Somewhere there was a prison bitch that had a hard time coming her way. It was likely to be a long lasting relationship because Danny was going to be there a long time.
Surprisingly enough Bank robber had managed to get away. With a wounded friend and no car he had somehow managed to elude the police and make his getaway.
Molly was gone, sucked into the underground of New Orleans. He always pictured her as still being with her Raymond. Happy in her own way to be his girl.
Jamie was afraid that Larry was gone too, it seems he was the one who told the cops that he would be riding with James. Larry had turned him in; Jamie couldn’t forgive that of anybody.
Someday he would be back and he would go and visit James and Simon, see if they were his friends now or if they had used him and then decided that they were above him in some way. Only time would tell how that would work out.
Tomorrow he and Phillip would cast off the lines holding them here and drift with the current down to Baton Rouge where they will pick their first load together. Jamie will be a very happy submissive to his loving master. He was eager to serve Phillip and could hardly wait to show him what he could do with a cock after the practice he had gotten on his adventures.
Jamie began to see a parallel between his getting disillusioned with the army and his revolt against Danny. To serve out of love is an honorable thing and if the person that you are serving loves you, then nothing you could do to pleas them, could bring shame on you. However if the person, or government, that you serve treats you as though you have no worth. If they treat you without regard to your well being, and you let them do this to you over a period of time. You will allow them to kill your spirit.
Jamie had been forced to draw a line even when he was in ‘freefall’ where all laws are suspended even the law of gravity. But only for a while, the laws always come back into force somehow. Jamie had pulled the ripcord on his freefall when he had turned against Danny. He had landed in the soft green fields of Phillip’s world, a place of quite talks and easy friendships. Jamie was at peace and was happy.
As Jamie thought of their travels that they would begin tomorrow, he felt he was out the door again, freefalling again but this time he was free of everything. Jamie didn’t even have to concern himself with the ripcord since he was leaving that up to Phillip. He trusted Phillip and loved him; the ripcord was in good hands.
The police found the three colored boys over in Philadelphia; they were dead and had been buried under a dam. It was later proven that the klan and the law were in cahoots with each other when they died that night. He sometimes wondered what happened to Molly and Raymond, the fact that he would come up here and work toward a political cure for the way the country had treated him told Jamie that Raymond was not all bad. He remembered the way he had washed her after the session in the trailer. How tenderly he had carried her out to his car before he came back to talk to Jamie that last time.
Jamie was a fucking ex-paratrooper; he was trained to do well in uncomfortable situations. He was trained to absorb pain and keep his mind focused on the mission; in this case the mission was keeping his man happy. Jamie ran his hand down his naked leg; some oil had dripped from the can and got on his leg. Phillip had him working in the engine compartment today so he was working naked. But he was working and he did have to get back to work. His captain would be checking on him soon.
Jamie wanted to please him.
If anybody has made it this far , do you want to help me edit this story?
mike
I have written a story that has five chapters posted now called Evolution. I have tried three times to post pt six and have been rejected three times.
There is no underage children there are no deaths. There are some grim scenes and some violence.
I am asking for you advice about is the story is worth changing to get it posted. I think that it is written OK but I want some of you guys who have been posting and writing for a while to tell me if you think the story is that bad. If you do feel that I should re-write I will try but I want to hear it from some of you guys not somebody is is trying to be politicaly correct.
Here is chapter six as submitted and rejected.
In this story Jamie has been broken out of jail and is now held captive by Danny a man he met in the jail.
Chapter 6
The next day Jamie woke up to the feel of Danny rolling him over and sticking his dick, which seemed to always be hard, between his lips
“ That’s a good girl, the breakfast of champions, darling, the breakfast of champions” Danny smiled down at the top of the soldiers head as he deep throated his cock, pushing his nose into his pubic hair. Danny thought that it was time to take this bitch to a different level.
“Bitch, you better show me that you like sucking that cock. Suck that cock bitch. I said to suck it like you mean it. I want to hear you sucking that thing.”
This motherfucker, Jamie thought. Got me face-fucking myself again while he just stands there. He makes me do all the work while I’m the one getting raped.
Jamie brought his hands up and started to fondle Danny’s balls. He ran his hand under him and found his asshole he brushed across it and then worked his way back to his balls. Jamie let his slobber run down from his mouth to fall on his hand which was wrapped around the base of Danny’s dick. As he jacked off his dick he kept his mouth on his hand rising and falling with it as he beat him off. He kept his hand wet so it was always as slick as the inside of his mouth. Jamie was trying hard to make him cum, trying to make him happy, he wanted him to cum.
“You stupid bitch, I can beat my meat. I want a blow job and I don’t want to feel nothing but lips and tonsils.“ Danny roughly pulled the younger man off his dick and pushed him down on his stomach, his face in the dirt and pine needles. Danny reached behind him and pulled out something that had been laying in the pine straw. It was a short piece of barbed wire, old and rust colored but still thick and strong. It looked like it had been unraveled for apiece, maybe ten inches on each end.
Thoughts ricocheted through Jamie’s mind at the speed of light. He knew that he could stop this right now, but did he want to yet? In a faction of a second Jamie compared what he was allowing to happen with his military service. He had suffered severe discomfort at the whim of his commanding officers in the past, and for no good reason other then because they ordered him to. He had allowed himself to be restrained and tortured when he had gone through E and E school in Panama. They taught him more then just escape and evasion, they taught him how to conduct himself as a prisoner if he got caught. Jamie had avoided capture and never had to endure it but he had hidden close by to the holding compound, for two days he watched the poor bastards that were caught get shocked with wires to various parts of their body, brutal kicks and beatings with belts. The men endured because they were doing it for their superiors. Men trained to kill, submitted to pain, humiliation and bad treatment, suffered severely to keep imaginary secrets. He had been here before, just in a different setting. Jamie was out the door and free-falling into submissiveness, he wasn’t ready to pull the ripcord yet.
Danny then took Jamie’s hand and pulling the two pieces of wire around his wrist twisted them together with a pair of pliers. When he was done with that hand he pulled the other around behind the boy and did the same to it. He stood up and pulled him to his feet, putting his arms to his sides he then took another piece of wire and tied the boy’s wrist again this time letting the wire cross the front of his body. Finished he stood back to admire his work. Jamie’s arms were secured to his sides; if he tried to move them toward the front then barbs on the wire would dig into the skin on his back. If he tried to move his hands to the rear then barbs would dig into the skin across his stomach.
Jamie thought that he might still be able to slip the wire down his legs if he got the chance maybe get his hands up here in front of his face so he might get the twist undone by using his teeth.
He heard Danny say. ” Just one more thing” and he came up behind him and taking a small piece of wire, wrapped it around his upper arm, he then took it and pulling it painfully to the back and center he tied it to his other arm. This forced the boy to stick out his chest and at the same time suck in his gut to avoid getting stuck by the barbs. Now there was no way that he could slip the wires down his legs. He was truly bound and helpless.
“Now bitch, get your ass on your knees and get back to work.” Danny growled at him.
Jamie dropped on command and started to give him the best blowjob that he could. His arms ached from the way they were pulled behind him the pain in his shoulders started to build into cramps. He kept sucking, ignoring his pain and concentrating on Danny’s pleasure. Jamie could tell he was about to cum, he plunged down his cock and held him deep as he felt him jump and shoot. His Master’s dick throbbing like it was breathing deep in his throat. He didn’t stop but he did slow it down, Jamie teased him with his tongue. He sucked more gently and let it lay longer on his tongue licking it slowly until he thought that Danny was ready and he would start to get a little more forceful with his mouth. This oral rape went on for over an hour. Jamie’s arms were driving him mad with their cramping spasms and pain. He had cut his back several times and there were a couple of cuts on his stomach also. He could feel the stickiness of his own blood as it dried on his stomach and back. A single drop of blood fell on his hard dick that waved around in front of him, the air making it a cool spot on his hot cock as it dried to a crust. Finally Danny pulled his dick from his mouth making a lewd popping noise.
The boy was dead on his knees; the pain and the sexual excitement had completely drained him.
“You know that we got no place to go. The cops are all over the highways looking for us, checking cars at road blocks watching at all the river bridges for us.” Danny looked down at Jamie and smiled, “We ain’t got no TV, and all we got is you for entertainment. You think that you’re up to keeping me happy for a couple of days out here in these woods?”
Danny had a mean streak in him and Jamie knew that he was going to see a lot more of it before he ever got back to the real world. This was like boot camp and this asshole was the drill sergeant. When he had allowed himself to be secured, he had entered into Danny’s world. Danny was god in his world. Jamie knew his place; he had played similar games before.
“I asked you a question slut. Are you going to keep me happy for these next few days or not?” Danny pushed his face sneeringly close to Jamie’s almost touching him.
“I’ll do the best that I can. I’ll do what ever you tell me to do.” Jamie was so uncomfortable; he needed to be able to stretch his arms out to relieve the cramps. “Please let me stretch my arms, they hurt so bad.” He knew that he was begging but that was what he was down to now.
“Sure thing, I’ll let you stretch your arms a bit” Danny lifted the ex-paratrooper to his feet by the wire that crossed his back. Pulling the wire across his stomach into his flesh. Jamie moaned with the pain and the effort of standing up. Danny pulled him over to the car He pushed the boy over the hood and started to work on the wires behind his back. Soon he had the wire undone and he walked around to the other side of the car he reached across and grabbed the wire and pulled Jamie’s arms over his head. Stretching them across the hood and using the wire he had undone in back, he tied his hands to the rear view mirror mounted on the other fender. Jamie was tied across the hood of the car with his feet just touching the ground. His ass was helplessly displayed and offered to his Master’s hungry stare. Danny leaned forward and whispered into Jamie’s ear.
” I got something that I found in the trunk that I think that you might need.”
He held a large flat blade screwdriver in front of Jamie’s face, it had a thick wooden handle and a shank that was a good foot long. Danny then held up a small greasy container he turned it so Jamie could read the label, Rear End Grease.
Danny was laughing and telling him that it was like a sign from God when he found that can of grease.
“You got to admit it slut,” He smiled at the boy as he waved the greasy screwdriver, “we got the right tools for the job. This is your lucky day, I was going to dry fuck that ass of yours but now I won’t have to.“
With that statement he started to rub the handle of the screwdriver against the boy’s puckered hole. When he had it ready he pushed the handle up into Jamie’s ass an inch or so twisting and pushing and then he would pull it back a bit only to push it deeper with the next stroke.
Jamie at first hated the feel of the thing in his ass, but as it progressed into a slow fucking motion in and out, slipping the length in slowly, stopping and retreating a bit. He relaxed and offered himself to this fucking. It took a few seconds but finally with one quick and sudden motion Danny got the whole handle inside the boy’s ass. Jamie felt his asshole close onto the metal shank. Danny used the blade like a handle and twirled the handle around inside him. ”You stay just like that until I get back,” he said as he slapped the boy’s ass very hard two times. Jamie couldn’t turn to look behind him but he heard him walking away down the firebreak behind him. It seemed that he was gone for quite some time, the handle in his ass was very uncomfortable and he found himself squirming a bit as he lay across the warm car hood.
Flies landed and walked on his body like teasing fingers. He couldn’t move, he could only endure. He thought that he might be able to push the handle from his ass if he squeezed and pushed hard enough. He remembered what Danny had told him, “stay like that.”
He was conditioned to follow orders and left it in place. He found himself thinking about having a dick in his ass. He found himself thinking about how it would feel to have a man push his hard cock up into such a sensitive hole. He was playing games that he never wanted to play, but what made it even worst was that he was playing them by himself. Nobody was making him have these thoughts; he could only blame himself for those slutty thoughts.
Jamie never heard Danny when he got back. He could have been watching him sway and rock with his discomfort for several minutes before the boy ever knew that he was there. Jamie was so lost in his slutty thoughts that the first he knew of Danny’s return was when his hand grabbed the shank of the screwdriver and started to fuck it in and out of his asshole. It was as if his daydream of getting ass-fucked had come true. Jamie was a willing partner as he pushed back onto the shank driving the handle deeper and deeper into his body. After a few strokes Danny pulled it out to the point where the handle was the thickest and left it there to stretch the tight asshole open for his use.
“Bitch if you drop that thing from your ass I am going to whip you till you bleed. You listening to me bitch.” With that said he went about stretching the boy’s feet apart and tying his ankles to a stick with two pieces of old fence wire. Jamie almost dropped the damn thing when his legs were pulled so far apart. He had to draw every fiber in his body into the effort to squeeze that damn handle hard enough that it wouldn’t fall.
When Danny had finished the boy’s feet were as far apart as they could go and his ass was wide open to him. His hand grabbed the screwdriver and pulled it from Jamie’s hole, he carried it around the car to the side where Jamie could see the thing and then told him to open his mouth. Jamie could see shit on the handle; he could smell his own shit as Danny put the steel shank in his mouth like you might hold a pencil in your teeth. “Don’t drop this bitch”. Jamie could see a glob of shit just inches from his lips, he could smell it with every breath. Danny was now behind him and Jamie felt him step between his spread legs. Danny guided his hard dick into the boy’s open and stretched hole. He didn’t spare the boy any pain or discomfort as he sunk to the hilt on the first hard stroke into his bowels. Jamie almost dropped the screwdriver from his mouth and had to bite down hard on the steel shank to hang onto the damn thing. He wanted to scream but the shank of the screwdriver gagged him. Jamie was thinking that this was the way that Raymond had soul fucked poor Molly last night driving her nearly crazy with desire before they gang raped her.
Danny just let his dick lay in the boy’s hot tunnel for a few moments; Jamie was so totally helpless that he could only lie there and await his rape at Danny’s hands. The cowboy leaned forward and whispered into the soldier’s ear.
“Boy, I am going to tear this asshole up for you. I am going to make you mine for life. Now I want to feel you ass tighten on every outward stroke. You hear me?”
He was waiting for an answer to his question, so Jamie nodded his head, he couldn’t speak because of the screwdriver. This was not good enough for Danny though. His hand slammed down across his poor ass and was followed by several hard blows. When he tired of this Danny leaned back over the naked boy’s body to whisper into his ear again. “Bitch, you squeeze my dick twice for yes. You never tell me no.”
Jamie squeezed his dick with his ass twice.
“Good girl, now lets get to fucking this ass.” With that statement he stated to ram his hard dick deep into the boy’s ass. Forcing him to grunt with the force of his strokes. Jamie tried to tighten his ass when he felt him start to pull out and it caused him even more pain. He tried to open his ass when he was plunging in so deep but that didn’t seem to help either. This was not romance or love this was hard brutal sex between men. There was no loving surrender there was only force and one man dominating another. As he kept at it Jamie seemed to be getting more used to it and the pain lessened. He kept fucking him with his ass muscles trying to make it as good for him as he could. Jamie was ashamed to admit that his dick was hard as a rock and he sought some relief by rubbing it on the fender of the car as Danny rode his ass. Jamie kept the screwdriver clenched between his teeth until he felt Danny’s hot load shoot deep into his innards.
His Master had taken him like a bitch and he had tried to make it good for him. Maybe he was a bitch and not a man after all. He felt the power that Danny held while he was fucking and that was sexy but he did not find any pleasure in this thing. It had been a sexy thing though and Jamie was hot and would have liked to cum.
Danny pulled out of his sore ass and walked over to lay in some shade, leaving Jamie to hold his shitty screwdriver in his teeth. Jamie could feel his cum as it ran down his leg and started to cool in the air. After a few minutes of this Danny came around to his front and took the screwdriver from his mouth. Without a word he walked back around him and slide the handle back deep inside the boy’s sore and abused asshole, sealing what was left of his load inside. He then went back to the side where the boy’s hands were tied to the mirror and released them. He told him to stand up and Jamie did, it was hard to balance with his feet spread so far apart but he did the best that he could. After re-attaching the wire restraining his arms, Danny came to stand in front of him. With a quick move he held him and pushed him down to his knees, this was very painful because of the way his feet were spread apart. Danny’s dick was red and discolored with the juices from the boy’s asshole. He looked down on the boy and waited, never saying a word.
Jamie knew what he wanted, after a moment to see if he was going to give the command, he gave in and gave him what he wanted. Opening his lips he took the foul member deep into his mouth and started to clean it with his tonuge and lips. Jamie was a real slut now, and he had begun to accept that fact. His dick was still hard and he had been treated like shit. He must like it he thought. When he had cleaned Danny’s dick to his satisfaction Danny stepped back and closed his pants. Without a word he turned and walked away, leaving Jamie standing on his knees in the dirt.
Jamie had cum seven or eight times yesterday and he had cum twice since he had been with Danny. He shouldn’t be horny but he was. He fidgeted as he stood on his sore knees in the pine needles. His cock was hard and waved around in front of him as he twitched and twisted trying to relieve himself someway.
Danny sat and watched, lighting a cigarette drawing the smoke deep into his chest and letting it out in a thin stream from his mouth. The younger man was still hot as a two-dollar pistol. A mean smile appeared on Danny’s face as an ideal hit him. If the kid were a hot little slut that needs fucking, then he would see to it that he was fucked. Maybe the kid could fuck himself all night long. He got up and without saying a word walked to the trunk of the car. A few minutes later he came back into Jamie’s view. Danny wasn’t big on explaining anything to anybody so Jamie had to watch and try to figure what was going on as Danny did his thing. First he went over to the tree where he had been sitting, looking up into the branches he found what he was looking for and marked the spot with his foot, drawing an X in the dirt. Back to the car he went only to return with a ball ping hammer, and the car’s jack. Danny took the jack and hammered it into the ground until only about three inches still stuck out of the dirt. That left nearly three foot of steel rod driven deep into the hard clay dirt.
Danny then took the hammer and using a knife he found in the trunk started to whittle on the handle. When he was finished some time later he had reduced the wooden shaft to about an inch thick except for right at the end of the handle. There the handle swelled to the original size, which was nearly two inches thick. Danny looked at the fruits of his labor and seemed to be content with his efforts. He went back to the trunk and this time brought back a chain that was designed to hold the fish that a fisherman might catch. Danny went back to the car and not finding what he needed headed back down the firebreak and out of Jamie’s sight.
Jamie couldn’t sit down because he had that damn screwdriver up his ass he was afraid that he might fall and stick the damn thing in so deep that he could kill himself on it. He had to maintain this very uncomfortable position until Danny helped him to move into another. When he was in the army Jamie had learned that toughness is the ability to endure pain and discomfort. He had been trained for this but he didn’t know it at the time of the training. As the pain got worst for Jamie his mind began to think of himself as a victim, not a slut but a guy who was being used against his wishes. Jamie began to think of how he might be able to escape. These thoughts were interrupted by the noise of Danny returning he had several pieces of wood most of them had nails driven through them. He dropped them into a noisy pile and began to pull out the nails with the pliers and the hammer.
Jamie couldn’t stand the pain any longer and asked. ”Danny, You got to help me, my shoulders are killing me and now my legs are cramping so bad that I'm getting a charlie horse I am afraid that I am going to stab this damn screwdriver up my ass too far if I fall.”
Danny said nothing, he just kept doing what he was doing taking out the nails and then driving them through the board with the hammer.
Jamie tried once more. “Come on man, I‘ve done everything that you’ve asked me to do.” Jamie was ashamed as he said the next few words. “I’ve been a good slut for you, now give me a break.”
Still no response from Danny
Jamie was on the verge of a panic, he tried once more to sway Danny.
“I’ll do anything you want me to do, I’ll suck you all night long if you want me too. You can fuck my ass if you want to. I don’t care what you do to me but you got to let me move. This shit is killing me.”
Danny acted as thought he hadn’t heard a word. He continued to work at whatever he was working on.
Jamie would have begged some more if he had thought that it might’ve helped but he didn’t think that it would. He decided that he would not beg again. Jamie went into the mindset of a prisoner of war; he became a paratrooper again while he kneeled in the dirt with that screwdriver up his ass. The slut inside of him shut her mouth. The man inside of him gritted his teeth and withstood the pain of his predicament. The boy inside of him felt that he was growing into that man he wanted so bad to be.
They all three now thought of Danny as the enemy.
Danny shook Jamie from his thoughts when he felt the older mans hands helping him to stand up. Jamie’s arms were so cramped up that he could hardly move them when Danny took off the wire that held them together behind his back. His arms fell lifeless to his sides when the last of his hand restraints had been removed. Danny left his feet spread far apart and wire-tied to the long stick that served as a spreader bar. Danny drug him over under the tree where he had been working and secured the homemade spreader bar to the jack he had driven in the ground.
He then pulled Jamie’s hands up to a stick that he had hanging from the fish chain, which was tied to a tree branch over Jamie’s head. Danny told Jamie to let himself down with his arms until he was sitting on the ground. Jamie did as he was told and felt blessed relief as his weight rested on the ground. Danny made him pull himself up by his arms again. Jamie was so weak that he could only lift his body a foot or so off the ground.
“Relax and rest a bit while I work on this over at the car.” Danny said as he walked toward the car.
Jamie sat on the ground with his arms stretched over his head by the wire tied to the chain, his legs spread wide open by the spreader bar. He watched as Danny drove the last of the nails through the board, he then stuck the hammer handle through a hole he had made in the wood and brought the whole contraption over to where Jamie was waiting.
He set the board with the hammer handle going through it under Jamie’s ass and proceeded to pour motor oil all over the hammer handle. Last thing he did was to rub the thick end of the handle with the last of the rear end grease. Placing the thing under Jamie’s ass Danny told him to lower himself down onto it.
Jamie did as ordered, not having much choice about it. He felt the handle as it entered his asshole. The big ball on the end pushed against and then crashed through his feeble efforts to keep it out. The shaft followed until Jamie felt like he had a good foot of wood shoved up his bottom. He had to stop he couldn’t take anymore.
“That’s real good boy, hell you got about ten inches in your tight little ass and still got another four to go if you take the whole damn thing up you ass.” Danny seemed real happy by this turn of events. He told Jamie to hold what he had and began to pile dirt under the boy putting it under the board holding the hammer handle. Soon he had it build up so that Jamie couldn’t pull himself high enough to get off the end of the handle with his asshole.
Danny was happy as a lark as he danced around laughing and telling Jamie that he was in for the fucking of his life. He told Jamie to let his weight off his arms and sit his ass on the ground.
Jamie knew that the handle would be pushed deep up inside of him if he did but the strain of holding his weight on his arms was beginning to tell, his arms were giving out, so he let himself down. Deeper and deeper the greasy wooden handle sunk into his bowels, Jamie would have to pull up some and then lower himself down so slowly that it was painful to his back and shoulders as well as his arms and his asshole.
That’s when his ass made contact with those nails that Danny had driven into the board. Jamie was forced to raise himself up again six inches or so which was as high as he could pull himself up. Jamie would hang there as long as he could until his arms ached so bad he had to lower his ass down onto the handle again to rest his arms a bit. If he went too low he stuck the nails into his asscheeks, so he was forced to raise himself and then lower himself over and over. In effect he was fucking himself with strokes of about six inches of hard oily hammer handle sliding in and out of his ass. Danny watched this for some time seemingly quite proud of his handiwork. Once he was certain that the boy couldn’t get loose and that he would keep fucking himself all night long, Danny told him. ”Boy you going to break yourself in for me tonight, by tomorrow you will be begging me to let you stop. If you ask me nice enough I might turn you loose so that you can suck my cock again for me.” With that he went back to the car climbed into the back seat and went to sleep.
Jamie had been through some tough training while he had been in the 82nd airborne division, but he had never sweated like this before. His arms ached so bad that he was forced to settle his ass lower onto the waiting hammer handle in his ass. He felt that the handle was on the verge of causing him serious injury. The pain was more then just stretching his asshole to accommodate the size of the handle. Jamie was afraid that he was pushing into his guts with the rounded wooden handle; the pain was something that he had no defense against. He could not let the hammer stick too far into his ass for fear of damaging his internal organs. The pain of holding his weight off the handle in his ass quickly overcame the slight relief he gained by moving his arms. Jamie spent the night slowly letting his own body defeat him. Within an hour Jamie was on the point of going crazy. He was so tired that he was considering pushing his ass down and ending this ordeal by killing himself. This was not sex, this was not even rough sex, this was the work of a seriously sick mind. Jamie had endured a lot in his life as a paratrooper, he would try to last through this too, but he was going to kill Danny as soon as an opportunity presented itself to him. From this moment on he would be looking for an opening, and since Danny thought of him as weak, Jamie thought that he would have the advantage.
Danny didn’t know that Jamie was a trained killer and that he had killed before this just for fun. As the handle fucked into his tired and painfully sore ass, Jamie recalled the actions that had driven him to take a submissive slant on life. What had caused him to give control to others? Jamie remembered once when he was in a grain elevator overlooking the river. The rebels were on the other side of the river and the two sides would trade shots whenever they saw each other. One morning Jamie had shot two guys as they ran across the concrete docks close to the water. For the next three days they shot at everybody who tried to claim the bodies. Everybody thought that it was funny making the rebels put up with the smell of their friends rotting and stinking just a few feet from their position. After a while the stink got so bad on their side of the river that they stopped shooting and let the rebels claim their fallen comrades. Jamie wondered why he took such delight in doing such cruel things to people he had never met.
Jamie was doing something that was common among abused children. In an effort to deal with a situation that was too horrible to credit as being real, a child will go out of their body. They will play with an imaginary friend or go to a secret place. He was putting himself outside of his body to escape the pain of being in the shape he was in. His mind soared back to the time he was riding in a troop truck. They were being trucked to a village where the Vietcong had attacked the night before. As they rolled down the narrow dirt road they would pass through villages where the children would run out in the road behind the trucks hoping for a can of c-rations to be thrown out. Many of the guys would throw out a can of fruit cocktail or something else that he children might like.
Every now and then though some asshole would be pissed about a buddy dying or getting wounded. He would hate the whole country for it and the kids were part of the enemy. These sick fucks would throw a hand grenade out amongst the other tin cans of food. Jamie could still hear the laughter of the troops, as the crowd of hungry children would be blown up. Pieces of children’s bodies would sometime rain down on their truck as they sped away from the horror they had caused. Now Jamie had come half way around the world but he had found the same sort of sick mind right here in Mississippi. Jamie had always thought that he should have done something about those guys back then in Vietnam, but he didn’t because they were on his side. They would be watching his back and he had to trust them.
Danny was a different story; Danny was going to die, because he had no reason to live. He was too sick to be allowed to live. Jamie repeated this to himself as he fucked up and down that damn hammer. The pain in his arms and back only make his decision more complete. As the night passed Jamie was skirting very close to insanity. The mantra of killing Danny was the only thing that helped him to stay focused, helped him to stay strong, and helped him to endure. Jamie was hurting and he was weakened but he was resolved, he was committed.
The night passed with Jamie finally getting so tired that he could support his weight no longer. He was hardly aware of it when his ass sunk down the length of that damn hammer handle and his ass sat on the nails. The pain of the nails entering his flesh woke him up and he was surprised to see that the weight of his body was sitting on top of the nails. Like the guys at the sideshows who lay on the bed of nails, he was sitting on the nails but there was so many that they spread out Jamie’s weight and he sat there on top of the points that were stuck into his ass but only about a quarter of an inch. They hurt but they did little damage to Jamie. With the strain off his arms he was able to work the stick that his hands were wired to over to where he could reach it with his mouth. Jamie started to work on the wire with his teeth, it was only twisted around the stick a few times and the more he unwrapped the easier it became. Within a few minutes he had worked the wire off his right hand, it went faster after that and he soon was free of the chain hanging from the tree.
Now if he could just get that damn hammer out of his aching ass. It was a hard thing pulling that handle from his asshole. He had fucked it so long that the oil was pretty much gone; the dry wood rubbed his sore asshole causing him to nearly pass out form the pain. At last he felt the large tip as it pushed out on his asshole. A deep breathe, a final tug, a blinding flash of pain, and the thing was out. . His feet took less time to free, Jamie stood quietly, rubbing the life back into his sore limbs. He could hardly walk for the pain from his ass; he had severe pains deep inside his guts that caused him some concern. He was pretty sure that he had hurt himself with the hammer because he was bleeding from his asshole.
Overall those things didn’t matter now, he had a job to do and he was going to do it right now. Even as he struggled to get his shit together, his hands were fashioning a noose from the wire he had removed from his own hands and feet.
He rubbed his arms and legs for some time there in the shadow of the pines. When he felt that he could use his limbs again he attached the chain to the noose and approached the car where Danny slept.
The moonlight filtered through the pine tops, creating a shadowy lacework of light and darkness on the ground, making it more difficult to find quite places to put his feet as he stepped toward the car. Jamie’s eyes were perfectly attuned to the light since he had been awake for some time. Even though it was dark Jamie had no trouble seeing Danny asleep in the back seat. He had his long legs stretched across the seat and his back and shoulders rested against the car’s door. His face was pressed against the rear door’s glass. Danny was totally unaware of his approaching death, as he lay and dreamed of what he might do to his slut the next day.
When the door opened so suddenly Danny’s head fell out and in that moment the noose went around his neck. Jamie gave him no chance to recover as he started to drag the man from the cars back seat by the noose around his neck. The wire cut into Danny’s neck so deep that he couldn’t make a sound. His eyes did his communicating for him with their wide opened shock and fear. Jamie had looked into the faces of dying men before, he didn’t need to look to know what Danny’s eyes were telling him. They would be begging for mercy, for life, for another chance, but Jamie wouldn’t answer them. The paratrooper drug Danny over to the tree where he had tied Jamie up to fuck himself to death last night. Using the chain he wrapped it around Danny’s neck and at the same time around the tree trunk. He gave the guy a bit of slack on the noose, just a bit to let him suck a little air if he tried hard enough, Jamie wasn’t in the mood for doing favors for the ass-fucker, he wanted him to have to work for every breath. In seconds the job was finished Danny could hardly breathe, he was unable to do anything other then try to claw the wire out of his flesh. Danny had ceased to be a threat.
Jamie walked naked around the fire that he had built. He had considered taking the clothes from Danny but decided that he didn’t want to fuck with the guy anymore. He was feeling better but every step he took he was reminded why he hated this asshole. He was wondering what his next step should be. What were the cops charging him with? Jamie didn’t know if anybody had been hurt in the explosions he had seen as they sped away that night. He got inside the car and listened to the radio hoping that he could get some news. He found an oldie-but-goldies station out of Jackson and listened to the Big Bopper and Jerry Lee Lewis for the next few minutes and then the news. That was when Jamie had heard himself described as a hostage. The cops thought that he had been drug along as a hostage! They didn’t think that he was escapee.
He needed to get to some law somewhere. Jamie walked back to where Danny was sitting against the tree. The man had changed a great deal since he had been waked up this morning. His face had a puffy look and seemed to have a very dark maroon color to it from lack of blood flow. His eyes held only panic as he struggled for each painful breath. He had ripped two fingernails off trying to get his fingers under the wire that had dug an inch into the flesh around his neck. Yeah, it was a safe bet that this would be one of the worst days in Danny Freeman’s life. Hell it might be the last day. Jamie had decided that he needed one more thing from this asshole, his pants. He squatted down next to the guy and with no regard for Danny began to take the pants off. Moments later he stood naked from the waist up but dressed enough that he could strike out for the road and find a cop.
It took nearly two hours or so Jamie reckoned before he came to a paved road. He stood and pondered which way to turn for a moment and decided that it didn’t matter and started to walk in what he hoped was a southern direction. He flagged every car that passed but none of them stopped, then an old man driving an old red pick-up truck pulled to a stop next to him and asked if he needed any help. He sure did.
Epilog
Jamie was still sore and had a little trouble walking normally, as he was led from the hospital, but Phillip was there beside him with a steadying hand on his arm, Jamie liked the feeling.
All the charges relating to the jailbreak had been dropped. It took the cops nearly two hours to find Danny. From what he had been told the ants were much faster and had caused the man some trouble. Well, Jamie thought, he wanted some entertainment, the ants most likely kept him from being bored. Danny was back in the hospital ward of the jail in Jackson. The police had recovered the two hundred pounds of pot alone with the gun. Somewhere there was a prison bitch that had a hard time coming her way. It was likely to be a long lasting relationship because Danny was going to be there a long time.
Surprisingly enough Bank robber had managed to get away. With a wounded friend and no car he had somehow managed to elude the police and make his getaway.
Molly was gone, sucked into the underground of New Orleans. He always pictured her as still being with her Raymond. Happy in her own way to be his girl.
Jamie was afraid that Larry was gone too, it seems he was the one who told the cops that he would be riding with James. Larry had turned him in; Jamie couldn’t forgive that of anybody.
Someday he would be back and he would go and visit James and Simon, see if they were his friends now or if they had used him and then decided that they were above him in some way. Only time would tell how that would work out.
Tomorrow he and Phillip would cast off the lines holding them here and drift with the current down to Baton Rouge where they will pick their first load together. Jamie will be a very happy submissive to his loving master. He was eager to serve Phillip and could hardly wait to show him what he could do with a cock after the practice he had gotten on his adventures.
Jamie began to see a parallel between his getting disillusioned with the army and his revolt against Danny. To serve out of love is an honorable thing and if the person that you are serving loves you, then nothing you could do to pleas them, could bring shame on you. However if the person, or government, that you serve treats you as though you have no worth. If they treat you without regard to your well being, and you let them do this to you over a period of time. You will allow them to kill your spirit.
Jamie had been forced to draw a line even when he was in ‘freefall’ where all laws are suspended even the law of gravity. But only for a while, the laws always come back into force somehow. Jamie had pulled the ripcord on his freefall when he had turned against Danny. He had landed in the soft green fields of Phillip’s world, a place of quite talks and easy friendships. Jamie was at peace and was happy.
As Jamie thought of their travels that they would begin tomorrow, he felt he was out the door again, freefalling again but this time he was free of everything. Jamie didn’t even have to concern himself with the ripcord since he was leaving that up to Phillip. He trusted Phillip and loved him; the ripcord was in good hands.
The police found the three colored boys over in Philadelphia; they were dead and had been buried under a dam. It was later proven that the klan and the law were in cahoots with each other when they died that night. He sometimes wondered what happened to Molly and Raymond, the fact that he would come up here and work toward a political cure for the way the country had treated him told Jamie that Raymond was not all bad. He remembered the way he had washed her after the session in the trailer. How tenderly he had carried her out to his car before he came back to talk to Jamie that last time.
Jamie was a fucking ex-paratrooper; he was trained to do well in uncomfortable situations. He was trained to absorb pain and keep his mind focused on the mission; in this case the mission was keeping his man happy. Jamie ran his hand down his naked leg; some oil had dripped from the can and got on his leg. Phillip had him working in the engine compartment today so he was working naked. But he was working and he did have to get back to work. His captain would be checking on him soon.
Jamie wanted to please him.
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