Mountain Men Ch. 09: Revenge

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Revenge Of The Mountain Men

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Tom shivered as he watched Clint open the heavy steel door. It was on the opposite wall of the laundry room from the cell’s door.

The last time, Tom had been naked and the laundry room’s bare concrete floor had been icy cold against his feet. Donny had unlocked the door and Caleb had pushed Tom into the darkness. Caleb had gripped Tom’s waist and pressed his stiff cock into Tom’s butt crack. “Soon, Honey,” he’d whispered. “Soon.”

Clint stepped inside and turned the lights on. Tom followed him.

They were in a big bare room with an unfinished ceiling and naked concrete walls. An age-flattened wine red shag carpet covered part of the floor. The carpeted area was furnished with a broken-down sofa, an old beat-up recliner, a pair of folding chairs, and a card table. Pretty standard for a basement room in an old neglected house.

That changed abruptly in the uncarpeted part of the room. A rectangular steel frame—vertical bars with heavy horizontal braces—was fastened to the bare joists and floor a few feet away from the back wall. A padded black steel bench sat beside the frame. A sling—a black leather hammock suspended from the joists by chrome chains—hung on the other side of the frame.

A black flag was fastened to one wall. It bore the image of a clenched fist—stark white against the black—and the legend “America’s Fist.”

This was a full studio, with a video camera and lights hanging from the joists, two more cameras mounted on wheeled tripods, and flatscreen monitors scattered around the room.

Tom stood at the edge of the carpet, looking at the bare concrete and sinister equipment beyond that ragged boundary of semi-civilization. Last time, he’d been frightened, not knowing what Donny and Caleb were going to do to him. And knowing his humiliation and shame would be recorded and broadcast to the world—or at least, a small dark part of it—had made it even worse.

Caleb had pressed against Tom’s back. “You have SUCH a purty lil ass,” he’d said, rubbing his bare dick up and down Tom’s butt crack and fondling Tom’s cock. Embarrassingly, it had hardened under the bad mountain man’s touch. “Oh yeah!” Caleb had crowed. “We’re gonna have us some fun tonight!”

“You ready for this?” Clint asked. Like Tom, he was dressed in a black leather harness, a black leather jockstrap, heavy black leather boots, and a black ski mask. They’d borrowed the gear from the Copperhead Gang’s well-stocked dungeon.

Clint’s voice brought Tom back to the present. “Sure.” He felt self-conscious in the leather gear, but was also horny as hell, with his cock straining against the jockstrap. “I don’t want to be vindictive, but I can’t help it. It’s payback time for those Nazi motherfuckers.”

“Amen to that, Brother!” Washington came in, bare-chested and wearing skin-tight black leather pants, heavy black leather boots, and his own black ski mask. “After everything they did—” He stopped at the sound of footsteps from the laundry room. “Well, here they come.”

“Showtime,” Tom whispered as Harry and Tiny brought Donny and Caleb in. Harry and Tiny were still dressed in camo fatigues and combat boots, although they’d traded their pistols and rifles for holstered stun guns. Donny and Caleb were naked, with manacles on their wrists and ankles, looking fearfully at the three leather-clad men facing them.

Harry closed and locked the door. “Let us begin.” He stood at parade rest in front of the door, with his hand on the butt of the stun gun.

“Well.” Washington stepped up to Donny and Caleb and put his hands on his hips. His unusually long thick cock was clearly visible through his tightly-stretched leather pants. “How’s that white power thing working out for you?”

Caleb growled, “Fuck you, n—!” Despite his defiant tone, he looked scared.

Washington smiled sweetly. “That’s not how it’s gonna work.” He patted the tattooed man’s ass. Caleb tensed and curled his fists into balls, but then cast a frightened glance at Harry and Tiny and relaxed his fists again. “Not this time.” Washington caressed Caleb’s butt cheeks and then slipped a finger up his crack.

“Oh fuck!” Caleb whispered. His cock was getting hard. It was thin but unusually long, with a wide head that looked like an army helmet.

Washington grinned at Caleb’s growing erection. “We’ll get to that.” He turned to Donny. “And how about you?”

“You’ve won the battle,” Donny said. “But, the war isn’t over. Other Patriots will take our places.” He looked tired and resigned. “Whatever you’re going to do . . . Just get on with it.”

It was almost 8:00 p.m. Harry, Tiny, and Clint had spent most of the day interrogating Donny and Caleb. The video wouldn’t be admissible in court, but they’d given lots antalya escort of names, places, and dates that investigators could use to build cases.

Now, they were going to livestream Donny’s and Caleb’s punishment for raping Washington and Tom.

“Okay, let’s go.” Washington and Clint took Donny and Caleb by their arms, escorted them into the studio, and secured their ankle cuffs to a steel ring set in the concrete floor.

Tom followed the little group. The studio lights came on when he stopped in front of the stark white-on-black “America’s Fist” flag. “We ready?”

“Yes, we are.” A slim 19-year-old Hispanic man with short black hair and a sparse mustache, wearing a heavy long-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and cowboy boots, picked up a video camera, came over to Tom, and kissed him.

“Hi, Sancho.” Tom put his hand on the bulge in the younger man’s jeans. “Good to see . . .” He traced the outline of Sancho’s penis with his thumb and index finger. “. . . and feel . . . you again.”

“Yeah,” Sancho whispered. “Me too. You want to get together after this shoot?”

“Do some private shooting?” Tom laughed. “Sure.”

“All right.” Sancho was wearing a headset. “The guys upstairs are ready.” Big John and Abe, Stonewall Ranch’s two hackers, were at the dark web server in the back bedroom, monitoring the video feeds from the studio and choosing which camera to livestream.

Tom picked up a pointed white hood and put it on, hiding his masked face. Memories flooded back as he checked his image in the monitor.

The main memory was of Donny, naked except for his hood and heavy black work boots with his hard cock secured by a black leather cock ring, standing here in front of his white supremacist flag. As a heavy metal version of RIDE OF THE VALKYRIES played, he’d shouted “Patriots . . . Arise!” and extended his arm in a clenched-fist salute. “We are America’s Fist—fighting to restore America’s greatness and to punish its enemies.”

Donny had ranted about “racial purity” and played a recording of Tom, bent over in the middle of the cell with his hands on his knees, bracing himself while Washington fucked his ass from behind. He and Caleb had proceeded to “punish” Tom—flogging and then raping him.

The worse part had been the way Tom had gotten off on it . . .

He forgot all that when the music started. It was the heavy metal version of RIDE OF THE VALKYRIES that Donnie had used for the last webcast. HIS webcast.

As the music blared, Tom shouted “Patriots . . . Arise!” and extended his arm in Donny’s phallic clenched-fist salute. “You are America’s Fist. He paused dramatically and then cried, “Frantically jerking your limp dicks!” The music ended abruptly and he raised the middle finger of his outstretched hand.

“That ends tonight.” Tom said in the sudden silence. “This is the last show for you homophobic queers, sitting in the dark jerking off while watching guys in hoods raping men in the name of ‘racial purity.'” He took the hood off, showing the ski mask covering his face, then turned around, tore the “America’s Fist” flag down, dropped it on the floor, and stomped it. Sancho dashed up with his camera and shot Tom’s boots grinding the cloth into the concrete floor.

Sancho ducked away. Tom glanced at the livestream monitor just as it switched to a medium shot of him, dressed in his black ski mask and leather gear. Like before, seeing himself on video was surreal beyond belief. But, THIS time, HE was in charge.

Tom stared at the camera silently, giving his dark net audience a long look at his muscular body and the big bulge in his black leather jockstrap. In the monitor, he looked sexy . . . and dangerous.

He picked the flag up and held it out toward the camera. “America’s Fist is taking its place in the trash pile of history.” He balled the flag up and unceremoniously dropped it into a garbage can. “Its flag . . . and its leaders.” He pointed to Donny and Caleb. Donny looked defeated. Caleb glared halfheartedly. Both men looked scared.

“These are your leaders?” The view stayed on Donny and Caleb for a few seconds, then switched back to Tom. “These pathetic queers?” He walked over to the two restrained men, only partially aware of Sancho following him with the hand camera.

Face to face with Donny and Caleb, Tom forgot about the cameras and the video. The queer Klansmen really were pathetic, but that just made them more disgusting, rather than sympathetic. The world would be a better place if he just hung them on the spot, in front of all the dark web jackoffs.

Tom wouldn’t go that far, but he was definitely going to enjoy punishing these assholes. Maybe enjoy it too much. He’d have to watch himself.

Donny and Caleb shrank further under Tom’s glare. “You are guilty of kidnapping and rape,” he antalya rus escort said. “Now, we’re going to punish you.” He looked at Clint and Washington, who were standing a few feet away. “Guards!” He pointed to Caleb. “Secure him.”

Clint and Washington cuffed Caleb’s wrists and ankles to the frame, leaving him spread-eagled and facing the wall.

Washington stepped behind Caleb and rubbed the bulge in his tight leather pants up and down the tattooed man’s butt crack. “You’ve got a hot ass . . . sweetheart!” He reached around Caleb’s body and gripped the tattooed man’s limp dick. “The perfect place to stick my long thick n— cock.”

“Now, you.” Tom pointed to Donny. “Turn around and bend over.”

Donny stared at Washington dry humping Caleb’s butt with frightened eyes. “No,” he whispered.

“You don’t have a choice.” Clint stepped up and punched Donny in the stomach. Donny grunted in pain and doubled over. Clint turned him around and said, “He’s sure got a pretty asshole.”

“Yeah, but it looks kind of bare.” Tom coated a thick ponytail butt plug with lubricant and pressed its wide blunt head into the center of Donny’s puckered hole.

Donny screamed in pain and fear. He tried to jerk away, but Clint held him in place. Tom pushed harder, painfully stretching Donny’s hole. The man’s screams were unnerving, but Tom reminded himself that Donny and Caleb had raped Washington’s virgin ass and continued the steady pressure. Donny’s scream when the butt plug finally snapped into place was the loudest of all. “Oh Jesus . . .” he moaned.

“That’s better.” Tom stroked the black horsehair tail attached to the butt plug, shifting the toy in the terrified racist’s asshole. “He likes it, too.” He closed his fist around Donny’s hardening dick.

Tom patted Donny’s butt and then moved over to Caleb, who was still trying to shrink away from the giant bulge in Washington’s tight leather pants. “Well, look here. He’s getting hard, too.”

“These Klansmen.” Tom shook his head. “Just pathetic queers who won’t admit it.” He watched Washington slide his index finger up the tattooed racist’s ass. He didn’t use any lube. Caleb screamed in pain, but his cock sprang to full stiffness.

Tom laughed. “See what I mean? A bottom’s just a top who hasn’t been buttfucked . . . yet.”

“I’m gonna fix that.” Washington twisted his finger in Caleb’s ass. “With my big black cock.” He pushed his finger in deeper, making Caleb scream again. “You like that? White boy?”

“Motherfucker,” Caleb groaned.

Washington pulled his finger completely out of Caleb’s asshole and then pushed it in again. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes.'”

“He screams purty . . .” Tom continued playing with Donny’s ponytail, shifting the thick plug in his ass.

“I’m just getting started.” Washington picked up a flogger—long thin black leather straps attached to a handle. It was the same one Caleb had used on Tom. “He’s really gonna like THIS.” He snapped the lash against Caleb’s butt cheeks, making the man scream even louder than before. “Oh yeah!” He wielded the flogger mercilessly, turning Caleb’s buttocks bright red.

The images in the livestream monitor alternated between shots of the leather straps striking Caleb’s ass and his stiff cock, jerking with each impact. The flogger’s terrifying

CRACK!

mixed with the tattooed racists’ sobs and screams.

“Fun, isn’t it?” Washington put the flogger aside and caressed Caleb’s bright red butt cheeks.

“Mother—” Caleb screamed and tried to jerk away when Washington slapped his ass, hard enough to leave a red handprint on his already pink cheeks.

“Get a new vocabulary.” Washington stepped where Caleb could see him, then opened his tight black leather pants and took his cock and balls out. “Something suitable for a good hard ass fucking.” His grin was wicked. “With my big n— cock.”

Caleb stared at Washington’s giant erection in horror. “Shit . . .”

“Oh come on.” Washington pointed at Caleb’s hard-on. “You just can’t wait.”

“You like that, sweetie?” Tom whispered in Donny’s ear. “You’re gonna be next. After Washington’s finished making your asshole buddy his bitch.”

“No!” Donny gasped. “You can’t—” He squealed when Tom pulled the pony plug completely out of his ass and then drove it back in.

“‘Can’t’ is NOT in our vocabulary,” Tom answered. “Not after what you two did to us.” He worked the butt plug roughly, making Donny’s hard cock jerk.

Tom let go of the plug, reached around Donny’s body, and squeezed his balls. “Tell Washington how much you want to see him fuck Caleb.”

“No . . .”

“Oh come on.” Tom tightened his grip, making Donny moan. “You like watching.” He increased the pressure on Donny’s nuts. “Say it!”

“Fuck him!” antalya ucuz escort Donny sobbed. “Fuck his ass!”

Tom loosened his grip, a little. “Like you mean it.”

“Fuck him!” Donny shouted desperately. “Ram your big hard cock up his ass.”

“That’s a good little cheerleader.” Tom released Donny’s balls and fondled his stiff dick. “Now, louder. With more enthusiasm.”

“Fuck his ass!” Donny shouted. “With your big n—” Tom moved his hand back to Donny’s balls. “With your big black cock!”

Tom watched Washington lubricate his oversized mahogany cock and then press its head between Caleb’s buttocks. His own rod, trapped inside the leather jockstrap, was painfully hard.

Caleb screamed as Washington pushed into his ass. “It’s not so funny, is it?” Washington growled. “When YOU’RE the one getting it.” The livestream monitor showed a close-up of Washington’s wide cock-head opening the tattooed man’s asshole.

“God!” Caleb moaned, trying to pull away.

“He’s not on YOUR side.” Washington drove home. Caleb’s scream of surprise and pain echoed off the basement’s concrete walls and floor.

The monitor showed Washington’s big log, all the way up Caleb’s ass. Then, the view switched to Caleb’s crotch. The precum leaking from his swollen cock was running down his shaft, over his balls, and dripping on the floor, forming a little puddle.

“You’ve got a fuckin’ tight ass.” Washington drew back slowly and then slammed home again, making Caleb scream—a scream that mixed pain and raw searing pleasure. “A fuckin’ virgin ass!” He pulled completely out, then plunged back through Caleb’s anal ring and into his depths. Caleb screamed again, even louder then before. “Perfect for a big black cock.” Washington fucked Caleb, hard and fast. Caleb’s stiff cock jerked and throbbed in time with Washington’s rough thrusts.

“Tell me!” Washington demanded. “Tell me how much you like this!”

“Oh shit!” Caleb groaned. “You’re tearing me apart. Turning my guts inside out.”

“Bullshit!” Washington said. “Your cock is so fucking hard . . .” He picked the flogger up and snapped it between Caleb’s shoulder blades.

“All right!” Caleb said. “It feels good. Everybody likes it up the ass. Even my girlfriend—”

Washington snapped the flogger again. “I don’t want to hear about a homophobic queer’s girlfriend.”

Tom opened his black leather jockstrap’s zipper, freeing his painfully hard cock, and then pushed Donny to his knees in front of Caleb. He pulled the pony plug out of Donny’s ass and slid his stiff rod up the other man’s hot tight hole.

“Go on, cheerleader,” he growled. “Suck your buddy’s cock.”

He fucked Donny roughly. The livestream switched over to his swollen pole sliding in and out of the queer Klansman’s asshole.

“Oh fucking Jesus!” Donny moaned, rocking his hips in time with Tom’s thrusting cock.

“Suck his cock!” Tom closed his fist on Donny’s balls. “Or else, I’m gonna . . .” He tightened his grip, making Donny gasp in pain.

Donny wrapped his fingers around Caleb’s long thin shaft and took the other man’s cock-head in his mouth. He bobbed over Caleb’s rod, slowly at first, but then more rapidly, jacking the tattooed man’s stiff rod and kneading his balls.

“You like that,” Tom growled. “Sucking your buddy’s cock.” He fucked Donny harder and faster, slamming his pelvis against the man’s buttocks.

“Goddamn!” Caleb gasped. “I’m gonna . . .”

The livestream showed a close-up of Donny sucking Caleb’s cock. He jerked his head back just in time to catch a long thick pulse of cum right between the eyes. The view stayed on Caleb’s throbbing pole shooting in Donny’s face.

“Oh yeah!” Tom hammered Donny’s ass, coming with each rough thrust.

Washington was pounding Caleb’s ass relentlessly. “Tell me you want it.”

“Oh God!” Caleb gasped. “Please shoot it.”

“Sir!” Washington snapped.

“Yes Sir!” Caleb said. “Please shoot in my ass, Sir.”

“All right.” Washington pounded Caleb, shaking the man’s body with each hammer thrust. “Here’s my load.” He grunted as he slammed Caleb over and over.

The livestream showed a split screen of Washington’s plunging pole and Donny jacking his stiff dick, sending long streamers of cum flying through the air and splashing the concrete floor.

Tom and Washington high-fived and then pulled their dicks out of Donny’s and Caleb’s assholes. “Damn! That was good!” Washington said. His cock was still rock hard. So was Tom’s.

“Yeah,” Tom agreed. “And we’re just getting started.”

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Copyright © 2020 by Ken James

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organizations, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organizations, or events is entirely coincidental.

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