Mistakes and Consequences

Author’s Notes:
1.Okay, this one is intense…cruel, hardcore, and downright disturbing. Consider yourself warned…
2.This is a missing scene in the mining bar that Bob dropped Lane off at when they had first met.
3.Here is the seven minute scene that inspired this story (30.9 MB)--http://jaredfic.darknessprevails.com/switchbackbarscene.zip


Bob drove the Cadillac down the nearly deserted desert highway making conversation with the young hitchhiker he picked up only moments earlier, “Name’s Goodall, Bob Goodall.”

“Lane Dixon,” the hitchhiker simply replied feeling awkward sitting in a car decorated with pictures of naked women. Who in their right mind would reupholster their car and adorn it with playmates and such? Lane figured Goodall was some sort of pervert and he was already regretting getting into the car with the stranger.

“Where you headed Lane?” Bob asked sensing that Lane was uncomfortable.

“Utah,” the younger man remarked looking out the window feeling his gut clenching in dread. He figured Goodall was either going to demand a blow job for the ride or talk his ears off…neither scenario appealed to him.

“Big place Utah,” Bob commented trying to get the boy to talk more.

Lane looked over at the other man realizing that Bob was pushing him for more information. He sighed slightly before responding, “Salt Lake City.”

“Me too,” Bob surmised. “Now, how’s that for luck?”

Fucking great, Lane thought to himself. It’s just what I fucking wanted.

Bob looked over at the younger man who looked somewhat distressed, “Plus, I keep you from freezing to death.” He looked back at the road, “Now you got a free ride to Mormon Land.”

Lane looked out the front windshield not believing his bad luck. “It must be my lucky day,” he replied sarcastically.

“Must be,” Bob began taking a glance over at his passenger, “almost didn’t stop.”

Wish the hell you hadn’t, Lane thought in his head looking nervously at the nude women that were plastered over every inch of the Cadillac’s interior.

“In the old days, I’d never think twice about picking up a rider,” Bob explained.

Lane looked over at the side of the road and saw a sign advertising a bar and grill just up ahead and silently thanked the good state of New Mexico for placing a bar in the middle of nowhere.

“These days, you can’t be too careful who you let in your car,” Bob commented.

“You know, if you would just let me out at this place we’re coming up on that would be great, “Lane requested wanting away from the sexual pervert who liked to hear himself talk.

Bob shook his head in denial, “I don’t think so.” Goodall looked straight ahead at the highway ignoring how the boy was gawking at him. “There’s another place about twenty miles up the road.”

Lane looked at the other man feeling a sense of panic and dread, “Look, I said I want out here.”

“Sorry friend,” Bob began glancing over at Lane, “this is mining country.”

“I can take care of myself,” Lane defensively replied wanting nothing more than to get the hell out of the perverse Cadillac and as far away from Bob Goodall as possible.

“I believe you just might be fool enough to try,” Bob remarked before reluctantly pulling off the road as requested.

Once the car came to a halt, Lane jumped out, flipped the seat forward, and grabbed his backpack, “Thanks for the lift,” he added sardonically before slamming the passenger door shut.

Bob immediately drove off leaving Lane alone in the cool desert night. “Hell, letting a bunch of naked women scare you off,” he smirked as he pulled back onto the highway leaving Lane to his own demise.


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Slightly put out by his encounter with Goodall, Lane walked into the small dingy bar hoping to find a ride to the nearest town and to get a beer to relax him. Bob had insinuated that he couldn’t handle himself in a mining bar, but as Lane took a quick look around, he didn’t see anything that represented a threat to himself or to anyone else. He tossed his backpack on the floor beside a stool and sat down looking over at the bartender, “How you doing?” He took a quick glance around at the other patrons and returned his gaze to the bartender, “I’ll have a beer?”

The bartender, who had his arms crossed over his chest, looked over at the pool table noticing that two of his regulars were staring intently at the young stranger while conversing amongst themselves. He walked over towards Lane, shook his head slightly, “Don’t have beer.”

Lane looked at the bartender in surprise. He had heard of places like this before; places refusing to serve to certain people due to its tight niche community which apparently didn’t welcome strangers, but Lane had never thought he would experience it firsthand. He looked over at an older gentleman who was downing down a beer, “Okay, umm…then I’ll have whatever is in one of those bottles.”

The bartender smirked appreciating the stranger’s quick wit as he reached for a cool bottle of beer for the younger man. He placed the beer in front of Lane looking nervously over at the two men who were silently approaching the bar.

Lane took off his thick green winter jacket and looked at the bartender in appreciation for giving him the beer, “I was hoping to catch a ride over to Raton.”

A tall brunette man in a black cowboy hat placed a pool stick on the bar near Lane causing the other patron to get up from his stool. The man sat down beside Lane, “Well then, you might be waiting here for a long time then.”

Lane looked over at the stranger noticing the bearded face with mustache and a predatorily look that made Lane a bit nervous, but he pushed aside his anxiety and took off his gloves, “I’ll take a ride anywhere in that direction.” Lane reached for the beer and took a sip wishing that the other man would leave him alone so that he could enjoy his beverage.

The man smiled and laughed looking at his friends, “I bet you would.”

Lane held onto the bottle in both hands; his senses telling him that the other man was nothing but trouble, and he looked over at the man, “You got a problem with something?”

“You say this is the guy Ben?” the brunette asked his friend who had a broken right arm, never once taking his glare off the smaller attractive hitchhiker.

Ben nodded slightly, “He’s one of them alright.”

With that, Lane turned on the stool looking closely at the blonde-headed man who was falsely accusing him of something he knew he hadn’t done.

“My friend Ben here was in Raton last Friday night,” the apparent leader began explaining still staring intently at Lane, “claims that you and some of your friends jumped him.”

Lane looked thoughtfully at Ben wondering why he would accuse him of breaking his arm when they had never even met before. “Well, he’s mistaken,” Lane replied bringing his beer up for another sip.

“And you’re a god damn liar,” Ben hotly stated as he stepped toward Lane to confront him.

Rick, the leader, placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder holding him back away from Lane. He watched as two patrons made to leave grabbing their jackets and such trying to get out of the bar before a scuffle broke out. He watched in amusement as the hitchhiker also started to grab his stuff apparently deciding it best to leave. He placed the pool stick on Lane’s chest holding the boy in place, “Uh-uh, they ain’t going in your direction.” Rick watched as the stranger’s long eyelashes fluttered in distress and, he could tell that Lane was nervous and uncomfortable, “Of course, right now, I figure you’d probably take a lift in any direction.”

Lane turned to confront the taller man, “Look, I’m not calling your friend or anyone else a liar.” He looked poignantly at the cast on Ben’s arm, “All I’m saying is I wouldn’t have done that to anybody.”

Without warning, Rick angrily swiped his pool stick across the bar shattering glasses and sending beer bottles flying. He turned his aggression onto Lane and punched the younger man in the gut with the stick. Lane doubled over in pain and nearly fell to the floor as Rick walked away.

“On your feet boy,” another man demanded as two of Rick’s goons dragged Lane back up into standing position. The two men held on tightly to Lane’s arms waiting for the real fun to begin.

Rick took off his hat and placed it on a table looking at Lane who was still trying to catch his breath from the sudden attack, “You made a bad mistake coming in here.” He handed Ben his pool stick and walked closer to Lane, “Now, seeing that Ben can’t do this to you himself…I’m going to teach you a lesson.” He punched the younger man in the gut with his fist liking the grunt of anguish that came from Lane’s mouth.

“That’s it Rick,” a voice encouraged from the on looking crowd, “do it again for me!”

Rick squeezed the top of Lane’s shoulders, “Your memory becoming any clearer?”

Lane looked at the taller man in defiance, “I’ve never saw him before.”

“No?” Rick challenged before pulling his fist backwards so that he could punch Lane once again. However, he was taken aback when the smaller man kicked him in the chest sending him sprawling into a table and falling onto the floor.

The two men that were holding Lane looked at their fallen leader in shock and Lane took advantage of their dismay and yanked his arms free. He punched out at one of them, hitting him squarely in the jaw, but couldn’t fight off the other man who had come from behind and grabbed his arms once again. His arms were pinned behind his back as the man he had hit approached him with menace in his eyes. He struggled to get away nearly toppling himself and the other man to the floor.

“Get his goddamn legs!” Rick demanded as he dragged himself off the floor. He watched in interest as the hitchhiker fought against his two friends appreciating the other man’s courage and defiance. He also decided that he liked the way the boy looked fighting and struggling; the lean body writhing in an attempt to escape; the tight jeans that accentuated the lithe body, and the narrow hips as they twisted back and forth trying to gain leverage.

Rick approached Lane determined to subdue and break the defiance, “All you had to do was admit the truth and I would have worked you over a bit, and then you would have been on your way to the next town.” He punched Lane once again in the gut, “We both know you did this to Ben, but because you lied, I have to really teach you a lesson.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Lane replied bending over once again trying to catch his breath. “I’m not going to admit to something that I didn’t do!”

Rick brought his leg up and slammed his knee into Lane’s stomach causing the other man to gasp for breath, “What’s your name boy?”

Lane winced in pain and sucked in several short breaths trying to regain control of this breathing.

Rick yanked Lane’s hair on the back of his head causing the other man’s neck to arch backwards. He looked directly into the two most intense blue eyes he had ever seen and sneered, “What’s your fucking name?”

“Fuck off!” Lane defiantly yelled trying to yank away from his captors.

Rick continued holding Lane’s neck in the awkward angle and ran his calloused hand softly across Lane’s cheek, “Looks like I get to name you then” He ran his finger across Lane’s plump lips and nearly got bitten in the process. He yanked his hand away laughing and let go of Lane’s hair, “Feisty bitch, aren’t you?” He whipped his hand out and slapped Lane brutally hard across the face busting Lane’s lip in the process, “Don’t try that fucking shit again or I will snap your fucking neck.”

Lane was reeling from the slap and he could taste blood in his mouth, “You pull this shit with all the strangers that come into this fucking hellhole?”

“Nope,” Rick smiled, “only the pretty ones.” He rubbed his hand across his crotch and massaged his dick through his jeans, “And I got to tell you…it’s been a long time since anyone as pretty as you walked through that door.” A round of whistles and catcalls resounded throughout the bar.

“What you going to name him,” Ben asked excitedly loving the look of fear in the hitchhiker’s eyes.

Rick wrapped his arms around Lane’s hips and squeezed the younger man’s firm plump ass hard enough to bruise. He heard the boy hiss in pain at the rough handling and smirked, “How about Whore?” He ran one of his hands down Lane’s cleft forcing the denim fabric to mold itself inside Lane’s crack, “Would you like that name boy?”

“Please don’t,” Lane pleaded as the denim rubbed up harshly against his hole. He could feel Rick poking at it with a finger and gritted his teeth in displeasure. “My name is Lane.”

“Lane,” Rick grinned releasing his hold on the boy’s ass. “I think I prefer Whore.”

“Me too,” a voice called from within the crowd. A round of boisterous laughing followed.

Rick reached out and unbuttoned and unzipped Lane’s jeans, “Maybe Slut would be better?” Lane twisted his hips trying to dodge the hand that was forcing itself inside his tight jeans, but there was no stopping Rick’s wondering hand. “Hmm, you a slut for cock?” He pushed his other hand down the back of Lane’s jeans and ran a finger down Lane’s cleft. Despite the boys struggling, he managed to run his index finger around the sensitive ring of tissue he found and looked into Lane’s blue eyes looking for a reaction. He adored the look of humiliation he saw, “You like that, don’t you? Little pretty faggot like yourself probably fantasizes about this kind of shit all the time, don’t you?”

Lane tried to knee Rick, to kick him away with his legs, but the two goons had their legs wrapped around his, “Go to Hell!”

Rick pulled his hands out of Lane’s jeans and smelled the finger that had toyed with the boy’s hole, “Umm…smells good.” Several loud guffaws followed making Lane cringe. “Take him over to the table,” Rick ordered looking over his shoulder at the pool table in the back of the bar.

Lane was dragged along fighting the whole time, desperate to get away, “No! Don’t so this!”

“Luke, grab his legs,” Rick commanded as he followed along.

A large buff man with long brown hair blocked Lane’s kicking legs and grabbed at the smaller man’s ankles, “With pleasure…going to make this a night you never forget bitch.”

The three men easily carried Lane over towards the pool table and forced him down on his back onto the green felt. The two goons held his shoulders and arms down onto the table while Luke dared to stand in front of Lane’s now flailing legs and began yanking the jeans off the smaller man’s hips, “Should have told the truth…all of this is happening because you lied.”

“You guys are fucking crazy!” Lane yelled as they all laughed cruelly at him.

Luke dragged Lane’s jeans and boxers down to his knees trapping the younger man’s legs, “We weren’t the one crazy enough to come into a place like this alone.”

Lane looked down at his attacker wishing that he had heeded Bob’s advice, but how was he to know that this would be the price he’d pay?

Luke pulled off Lane’s boots smiling from ear to ear, “Although, I have to admit that I’m glad you came in here alone…giving us all such a wonderful opportunity for some entertainment.”

Rick placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder signaling for him to step away from Lane, “I get first dibs Luke…so stand aside and wait your turn.”

Luke shrugged and stepped aside giving Rick the access he wanted, “I was just getting him ready for you Rick.”

“Sure you were,” Rick knowingly smirked looking down at Lane’s tormented face. “Now don’t your cry sweet thing…Rick’s going to make it feel real good…I promise.”

Lane tried to arch off the pool table, to put up some sort of struggle, but his arms and shoulders were pinned to the table, and Rick was pressing down onto his naked hips; and the only thing his struggles got him was his jeans and boxers slipping down his knees and falling onto the floor.

Rick forced himself in between Lane’s thighs laughing as the firecracker below him kicked out and fought like crazy against the restraints of his entrapment. Rick knew that the boy was going to fight him every inch of the way, and he didn’t want the little fucker nailing him in the balls with a knee or a foot, “Luke, you hold onto his left leg for me, and maybe we can keep the bitch in one place while we fuck him.”

Rick unzipped his own jeans and pulled out his hard shaft winking at Lane, “This is all for you…going to make sure you never forget this night.”

“Get the fuck away from me!” Lane yelled as he felt Rick pulling his hips closer to the edge of the table. He felt utterly exposed and helpless as both Rick and Luke began pulling and pushing his thighs apart and up towards his chest. “Please don’t!”

Rick ignored Lane’s pleas and instead looked down at the orifice he was getting ready to plunder, “Goddamn, that’s a pretty pink hole…can’t wait to sink into that.” Rick nearly lost his grip on Lane’s right leg when the little fucker kicked out at him, “Stop fucking kicking me you little shit!”

Luke broke out in laughter amused that his friend was having a hard time gaining control over the hitchhiker.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” Rick barked at his friend. “He’s stronger than he looks.”

“Oh, I’m sure he is,” Luke smiled widely.

“Give me that,” Rick demanded pointing at the closet bar table. A beer bottle was placed in his hand and he turned his attention back to Lane. “You keep kicking me, and I’m going to break this bottle off in your ass, you understand me?”

Lane immediately stilled and stared anxiously at the other man, “Please tell me you wouldn’t.”

“Oh, but I would,” Rick replied taking a gulp of the beer emptying the bottle. “I’m thinking maybe I need to show you how serious I am.” Rick placed the bottle back at his mouth and began licking the edges of the bottle sucking the bottle in and out of his mouth coating it with his saliva.

Lane watched in disgust at the other man performed oral sex on the bottle and began struggling again when he felt Luke touching his most private of places with his fat fingers, “Don’t fucking touch me!”

Luke ignored Lane’s pleas and instead bent down, spat on the puckered entry, and pushed his thumb inside the tightness of Lane’s ass, “I’m going to do a hell of lot more than touch you.”

Lane bucked off the table trying to dislodge the other man’s thumb, but it was to no avail as Luke just held on tighter to his leg and pushed the thumb in and out of Lane’s tight channel.

Once Rick got the bottle wet he held it close to Lane’s face, “I’m going to put this inside you…fuck you open with it, so I can fuck you with my cock when I’m ready. You fucking kick me again and you know what I’ll do with it.”

Lane could feel his heart beat in his throat as the larger abusive man started pushing the bottle inside his body, “Please don’t…please.”

Rick signaled for another man to come over and hold Lane’s right leg so that he could put all his focus on opening the boy up. After all, he didn’t want to accidently break the glass off inside the poor boy if he didn’t deserve it. The rim of the bottle with the tiny lip popped inside the small hole causing Lane to moan in pain, and Rick continued pushing the glass bottle inside watching in avid fascination as the dark brown bottle went in and out of the pink tight hole which was clinging to the bottle each time the bottle was pulled out.

“Stop…please,” Lane whispered knowing that the cruel bastard between his legs would never stop.

Luke noticed the boy’s dick was completely flaccid and grinned, “I don’t think he’s likes that too much Rick.”

Rick twisted the bottle inside Lane’s ass smiling, “Can’t really blame him on that account. He’s probably scared to death that it’s going to break.”

Luke took Lane’s soft prick in his hand and squeezed it a bit, “You’d rather have something else slut? Want Rick to fuck you with his cock instead?”

Lane shook his head emphatically too afraid to move anything else.

Rick gave several short jabs with the bottle causing the boy to groan loudly in pain, “Answer him bitch. Tell me you’d rather have my dick inside you than this bottle.”

Lane looked up at the ceiling trying to block out the laughter and whistles coming from the audience which was experiencing his desecration, but the blond-headed Ben looked down at his face and beamed brightly. Lane refused to look at the fucker who had falsely accused him of something he hadn’t done and instead turned his head to the side.

“Fuck him already,” Ben encouraged using his good hand to grab Lane by the chin and turned the pretty hitchhiker’s face towards his own, “You shouldn’t have come in here alone you fucking faggott.”

Lane spat on Ben’s face, “I’m not a faggott you asshole!”

Ben wiped the spit off his face and grinned evilly as he slipped his hand underneath Lane’s light brown jacket and white t-shirt. His hand found Lane’s right nipple and pinched and twisted it harshly causing the boy to arch his back slightly off the table in apparent pain. He held onto the tit with a vise grip squeezing it into hardness, “Tell Rick you want cock…I ain’t going to ask so nicely next time.”

Lane closed his eyes in agony as his nipple was abused and tormented, “Alright you mother fucker…fuck! I want his dick in me.”

Rick stopped moving the bottle and looked up intently into Lane’s pretty face, “What’d you say? I couldn’t quite hear that.”

Lane clenched his teeth as Ben twisted and pinched his sore nipple, “I said I want your fucking dick!”

“Hell yeah!” a voice yelled from the side. “Give it to him!”

Rick pulled the bottle out, tossed it to the floor, pushed his jeans down slightly below his hips, and lined his hard shaft up with the swollen red hole, “I knew you fantasized about this gangbanging shit boy.” He pushed slowly inside Lane’s heat closing his eyes as his body was assaulted with surreal pleasure, “Holy fuck…you’re so fucking tight.”

Luke continued holding Lane’s left leg in place and looked down in excitement watching as his friend’s long throbbing cock fucked in and out of the boy’s body. He licked his lips imagining how good Lane was going to feel wrapped around his own cock, “Is it good? Is it as hot as it looks?”

“Fuck yeah,” Rick moaned opening his eyes back up and looking down at where he and Lane were joined. “It’s such a nice tight pussy.”

Lane was grateful when Ben released his nipple but the feeling of being filled with Rick’s phallus was more than he could handle. The moans of pain and pleasure coming from his mouth were foreign to him, and the soft tears that seeped out of his eyes did little to distract him from the predicament he had gotten himself into.

Seeing the tears on Lane’s face made Rick pump even faster and harder into the body beneath him, “You like that whore? Like getting your little hole fucked by a real man?” Rick pulled completely out of Lane’s ass and pushed all the way back inside causing the boy to whimper, “I think you like getting fucked, don’t you?”

Luke stroked Lane’s now semi-erect cock with his hand, “Hit that sweet spot and make this bitch purr…fuck yeah, that’s fucking hot right there.”

Rick angled his hips so that he was hitting Lane’s prostate with each stroke loving the hot little sounds coming from the pretty man beneath him, “I knew you’d be a slut for my cock…boys like you are made for only one thing.” He ran his hands up Lane’s torso pushing the jacket and shirt up so that he could see Lane’s sculpted chest and nipples, “Your little titties are hard too…you must really like this faggott.”

Lane tried to block out all the chanting of ‘fuck him’, ‘stick it to him’, and ‘make that bitch cum’, but the humiliation of the catcalls, whistles, and laughs was just as bad if not worse than the actual rape. The physical part he could handle, but the emotional part was an entirely different animal. These other men were getting off on seeing him defiled and that disturbed him on a deeper level than anything Rick was doing to him.

Lane’s prick had grown hard in Luke’s hand thanks to the prostate simulation and that thrilled Luke to no end. “Bitch likes it…he’s all hard and leaking.”

“Of course he does,” Rick smiled pumping quicker into the boy’s abused hole. “Little shit is trying to milk my cock.” Rick wrapped his arms around Lane’s hips and pulled the ass closer to his crotch, “You want me to give you my spunk, don’t you?”

Lane opened his eyes and stared daggers of hatred at this rapist, “It’s not like me saying no is going to do any good.”

Rick laughed, “Quick learner…I like that.” Rick pistoned in and out of the unwilling body feeling his balls tightening up and tingling as his orgasm was coaxed out of him by the boy beneath him. “I’m going to give it you anyway.”

“Cream him Rick!” another voice from the crowd yelled. “Fill him up!”

Rick felt his release running up his shaft, and he began shooting his milky load inside Lane’s ass, pumping in and out of the hole, mesmerized by the whiteness that coated his prick each time he pulled out, only to push his seed back inside Lane’s body with each thrust. “Holy fuck! You got a greedy little hole, don’t you? It likes my cum in it…yeah, swallowing it right up.”

Again the crowd laughed at Lane’s expense, and he stared up at the ceiling willing this night in Hell to end.

Rick slowly pulled out of the abused hole and took in a deep breath pushing his hair off his forehead, “Where you been all of my life Lane? You’re tighter than my wife’s pussy and you’re a hell of lot prettier.” The crowd erupted in another round of boisterous laughter.

“You want another piece honey?” one of the goons holding Lane down asked the hitchhiker.

“I got to a take a leak first,” Rick commented before Lane had a chance to respond to the derogatory question. “Luke, you keep him warmed up until I get back.” Rick pulled his jeans back up, not bothering to zip them, and headed off to the bathroom leaving Lane in Luke’s eager hands.

Luke beamed brightly as he stood in between Lane’s legs, “You want some more?”

“No,” Lane whimpered. “Please don’t”

Luke pulled out his thick engorged shaft and stroked it a few times, “I can’t remember the last time I was this hard.”

“You can let go,” Luke informed his friend who was holding Lane’s right leg. “I can handle this sweet little thing on my own.” He pushed on the back of Lane’s thighs and pressed them into Lane’s chest, “You’re too tired to fight now anyway…all the fights been fucked out of you.”

Lane chewed on his bottom lip and winced as the much larger phallus was pushed inside his sore ass, “Oh God…please stop.”

Luke ignored the pained pleas and instead shoved his fat cock inside Lane’s body with one brutal thrust smiling widely when he heard the painful moans coming out of the boy’s pretty mouth.

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Rick leaned up against the wall of the urinal looking down at his reddened shaft that was covered in his seed. He was anxious to fuck the boy again…wanted to see the sweet mouth stretched around his cock, but he wasn’t sure if he could keep the boy from biting his dick off. He laughed when he heard Lane’s groans of agony coming from the bar, “Hey Luke, I said don’t kill the bastard! I’ll be right back!”

Rick didn’t see the cowboy boots that slowly appeared from underneath a bathroom stall. He was too wrapped up in the memories of invading Lane’s body to notice the stall door being silently opened. The moans, groans, and whimpers coming from the bar kept his interest rather than the sounds of the boots stepping on the wooden floor from behind. When he was shoved from behind into the wall with his dick still hanging out of his pants, his first instinct was to shove the body off of him, but when he felt the cool blade of a knife being held up against his quickly withering erection, he froze in place.

“Try it, and it’s history,” Bob warned pressing the bowie knife firmly up against the rapist’s prick.

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Luke held on tightly to Lane’s soft pale thighs and rammed his steel-hard shaft in and out of the boy at a fast and brutal pace, “You’re soaking wet…feels so good on my cock…it’s like a hot little cunt, only tighter.”

Lane stared defiantly at the stout man wishing that the fucker would hurry the fuck up and leave him be. He started squeezing and holding on tightly to the prick inside him, hoping that he could get the asshole off quicker, and end his torment sooner.

“Son-of fucking whore,” Luke moaned loudly. “I can feel what you’re doing you little whore…trying to make me cum, aren’t you?” He reached out and grabbed Lane’s engorged manhood and squeezed it tightly, “You cum….then I’ll give you what you want.”

Lane could only stare helplessly at his attacker as his shaft was stroked by the large calloused hand and his prostate was graciously pleasured by the cock inside him.

“Luke, he’s got a knife on me!” Rick yelled from the bathroom. “Now, bring the guy in here…alone man!”

Luke looked over at the bartender who silently went to the bar to get a gun while he continued pumping in and out of the Lane’s exhausted body, “Looks like someone’s here to rescue you, and Rick is my friend and all, but I ain’t stopping until I’m goddamn good and ready.”

The crowd had stopped cheering and laughing; all trying to listen to what was happening in the bathroom, while their eyes stayed glued to the debauchery on the pool table. Luke ran his thumb along the head of Lane’s shaft playing with it mercilessly, “Cum for me honey…shoot it in my hand.” The bartender arrived back at the table with a Colt in his hand watching as the boy began to lose control of his body and started to spasm in release.

Luke’s large white teeth flashed brightly when the boy began to come undone in his hand, “That’s it sweetheart…so beautiful when you cum.” Luke felt Lane’s channel massaging his cock and he squirted ropes of pearly white seed inside Lane’s ass basking in the glorious pleasure the smaller man was giving him. He slowly pumped in and out of the soaking wet hole trying to catch his breath before going to Rick’s rescue. Reluctantly, he pulled out of Lane’s body, tucked his sated dick into this pants, and zipped himself up. He looked down at Lane as he took the Colt from the bartender’s hand, “Get up boy…and try to make yourself look presentable.”

With much effort, Lane pushed himself into sitting position, feeling his head and ass throbbing as he stood up leaning up against the pool table. He wiped the tears from his face with his hands and looked around at the piercing eyes that surrounded him. No one made an effort to help him, so he slowly bent down to pick up his discarded clothes feeling the wetness seeping out of his hole down his thighs. Calling upon his medical training and his grace under pressure persona, he stopped his hands from trembling as he slipped on his boxers and jeans. He knew he would have to deal with the fallout from the assault, but right now, his focus had to be on surviving.

Once Lane was dressed completely, Luke grabbed him by his collar and dragged him towards the bathroom to confront the fucker who had his friend at knifepoint.


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Luke and Lane came into view at the threshold of the bathroom and Bob made sure that Luke could see the large blade being held against his friend’s dick. The silent threat was clear…give me Lane or your friend loses what matters to him most.

Luke held the gun to Lane’s head when he saw what Bob’s intentions were, “Let him go…or I blow your friend’s head off.”

“Some friends you got,” Bob commented holding the blade even closer to Rick’s fragile skin. “I didn’t come to negotiate Bud.” Rick began trembling in Bob’s grip obviously scared that the other man would make good on his threat.

Luke cocked the gun and pressed it harder into Lane’s forehead. Lane looked down at the floor hoping that he would somehow walk out here alive despite the rape.

Rick felt the blade cutting into this skin, “Don’t bargain with him you asshole! He’ll cut my dick off!”

Nothing would give me greater pleasure, Lane thought to himself as Luke continued to hold him in his grasp with the gun still pointed at his head.

Luke couldn’t stomach the idea of watching his friend going though an ordeal like that, and pretty or not, the hitchhiker wasn’t worth Rick losing his dick over, so he slowly uncocked the gun and pulled the gun away from Lane’s head.

“Now, slide the piece over here,” Bob calmly requested watching cautiously as Luke bent down, placed the gun on the floor, and slid it over to Bob who stopped it with his foot. “Let him go,” Bob ordered flicking his gaze over towards Lane. Pissed off and irate, Luke pushed Lane away into the corner of the bathroom and stared angrily at the man who had interrupted his fun.

“Are you okay?” Bob asked Lane already knowing the answer.

“Yeah,” Lane lied glaring harshly at Luke.

“Pick up the gun and get the keys out of my pocket,” Bob instructed the younger man. Lane bent down wincing in pain as he picked up the gun and slipped his hand inside Bob’s front jean pocket retrieving the car keys. “Pull the car at front,” Bob continued, “and when you’re ready, honk.”

Lane looked back and forth between Bob and Luke sensing that something big was going to go down, “What about you?”

Bob smirked slightly at Luke, “I’ll be out directly.” Lane missed the look exchanged between the two men as he briskly walked out of the bathroom brushing up against Luke’s shoulder in the process. Lane held the gun out in a warning to all the patrons to stay the fuck back as he hurried over to redeem his coat and backpack, and walked as quickly as he could to the Cadillac.

Back in the bathroom, sweat had broken out on Rick’s face, and his voice began to shake, “Hey man, he let the guy go. Why don’t you do likewise…that was the deal?”

“Deal, who said anything about a deal,” Bob asked making sure that the blade caused a small driblet of blood to ooze out of the flaccid cock at the mercy of his blade never once taking his eyes off the other rapist.

“What?” Rick asked hesitantly. “What…what you going to do?” Rick looked down where the blade met his flesh, “No, no…please…” The blade sliced into his skin and Rick yelled in pain falling into the floor.

Luke barely glanced down at his fallen friend choosing instead to keep his focus on the man that wielded the knife.

Rick looked at his cock and sighed in relied when he saw that it was only his thigh Bob had cut into and it wasn’t a very deep cut. “Oh…thank God…thank you.”

Bob stepped forward towards Luke, “Still itching for a fight Bud?” He stared at Luke challenging the other man, “Come on and get some of this.”

Both men turned their heads when they heard a rifle being cocked at the window. A barrel slipped though the open window determined to blow Bob’s head off if needed, but before the man with the rifle could fire, Lane snuck up behind him and placed the cocked Colt he had retrieved from the bathroom floor at the guy’s head. “It’s okay Bob!” Lane called out making sure that the man with the rifle didn’t interrupt Bob’s escape.

Bob wanted to castrate the two men for what they had done to Lane, but he knew that too many people had seen his face thanks to Lane’s carelessness. He couldn’t afford to draw any unneeded attention towards himself; not when he was so close in trapping Special Agent Frank LaCrosse in the ultimate trap, and not when he was so close to pinning all the murders he had committed onto Lane. He felt sorry for the boy, really, no man should have to endure what Lane had just experienced in the bar, but it wasn’t his fault that Lane got himself into so much trouble. If the boy had listened to his advice then none of this senseless violence would have happened. He just hoped that the boy didn’t need medical attention…the last thing he needed was a paper trail following Lane Dixon. He needed Lane to be seen as a loner, as ambiguous, and as anonymous if he hoped to fool LaCrosse and get away with his past and most likely future murders.

He walked past Luke smiling softly, “Did you have a good time with Lane?”

“As a matter of fact, I did,” Luke growled wanting to kill the mother fucker with his bare hands.

“You best hope you and your friend there don’t ever cross my path again,” Bob warned.

“And why’s that,” Luke challenged.

Bob held the sharp point of his bowie onto Luke’s scrotum noticing that the other man’s stare finally wavered, “Because next time, I won’t hesitate to cut your dick and your balls off for what you did to my friend.” He applied pressure to Luke’s delicate sack, “And then I just might shove this knife up your ass and see if you like it.” Bob flicked the blade across Luke’s pants, cutting the fabric but not the skin, “Make sure you stay clear of my path…Bud.” Bob lowered the knife and rushed out of the bathroom, out of the bar, and out to find Lane.

Lane made his way to the Cadillac knowing that Bob would be out at any moment. He had overheard everything from the opened window; the threat, the anger in Bob’s voice, and the protectiveness of Bob’s nature, and he regretted ever getting out of the kind man’s car. He should have listened to Bob, should have not gone into the bar alone, but instead he had, and now he would have to pay the consequences for his stupid mistake. He made a vow to himself to trust Bob and to never go against his advice again because it was clear that Bob would make a good ally and he was indeed the stuff good loyal friends were made of…


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Damn, this bitch ended up being long…hope you didn’t find this one too intense of a non-con situation. I warned you that it was going to be particularly harsh, so I hope I delivered the goods.