Here's what happened near the end of Chapter 5 when the two boys go off on their own.
Bobby and Sammy sat holding each other as the approaching noises grew louder. Somebody was coming their way. Bobby gulped nervously. The few times he had been to the junkyard clearing before he had never met or seen anyone else, but he had often wondered who had set up the couches and cars to form the campsite. It appeared that they were about to find out.
Sammy was scared as well. He only wished they weren’t completely naked.
They came into the clearing in ones and twos. Crawling over the piles of old vehicles and junk or walking down the clear paths that led to the camp. As the clearing filled up the boys saw people ranging from kids younger than them to barely legal adults. They all had a homeless look to them with their ragged clothes and unkempt hair. Very few even had shoes. As they entered the camp they each stopped when they saw Bobby and Sammy. No one said anything, though, and they just took up positions on the couches and cars, or standing near the exits. Finally one teen walked into view who was obviously the leader. He looked to be about fourteen or fifteen. His hair was a wild mess of bark coloring. His eyes and stance were confident and the way the others reacted to him showed that they obviously followed him.
Sammy began to whimper but Bobby looked the older boy over with interest as he approached them.
“Who the fuck are you, eh?” The boy grinned but it made him a bit scarier, not less so.
Bobby gave Sammy a comforting pat and stood up, “Hi! My name’s Bobby and this is my friend Sammy.” He held out a hand to the older boy.
The wild haired boy shook his hand in a tight steel like grip, “Name’s Knuckle, and these guys are the Junkies. Not ‘cause we get wasted, but ‘cause our base is in this junkyard. Get it, eh?”
Bobby nodded, “Cool name. Sorry if we’re not s’posed to be here. I just never seen anyone here before.”
Knuckle shrugged, “Eh, don’t sweat it, long as you don’t cause no trouble. Why the fuck’r you naked, eh? You two queer, eh?”
Bobby grinned, “Well I’m kinda. But Sammy’s folks brought him to a party over at Mr. Biggs’ gas station and I was hired as entertainment.”
Knuckle eyed him up and down, “Entertainment, eh? What’re you, a whore, eh?”
Bobby nodded, “Yep, I work for Rick Stanton.”
Knuckle’s face grew a shade darker, “Yer part of Stanton’s gang, eh?”
Bobby noticed his change in attitude and gulped, “Um, not really. He’s my pimp. I just fuck whoever he says.”
Knuckle folded his arms with a grim look. The other Junkies started to crowd in. Some of them looking angry.
“Me and Rick aren’t exactly buddies,“ the gang leader frowned. “You might say our gangs are rivals. You kids picked a bad place to hang out.”
Sammy finally spoke up, “Please, we didn’t know! We’ll just leave, k? Please we don’t want an trouble.”
Knuckle gave him a scary grin, “Oh no. Can’t let you go just like that. It’d be a shame to have a couple of Stanton’s sluts enjoy our hospitality and not give them a good fucking! Right Junkies, eh!?”
The crowd around them yelled their agreement.
Sammy started to weep, but Bobby tried to reason, “No, please! Sammy’s not one of Rick’s. Give me a good ride if you want but let him go!”
Knuckle shrugged as he pulled Bobby to him and Sammy was yanked from the couch by others, “He’s here and he’s not a Junkie. Little boys should learn not to hang around on other people’s couches while naked. Face it Bobby, you were both asking for it.”
Bobby moaned and stopped protesting as Knuckle forced him to his knees and forced a partially aroused cock into his mouth. It was obvious that he hadn’t washed in a while, but the boy slut was used to that and soon had him cleaned up as his expert tongue slid over and kneaded the soft shaft. Soon he felt the blood rushing to the gang leader’s pole and he moaned as his mouth was filled with thick cock. His own body started to tingle from the sensation and his own tiny cock throbbed against his belly as Knuckle used him.
Sammy squealed in panic as two of the older gang members gripped him between them and held him as a little girl approached.
“Hi!” she grinned impishly, “My name is Drusla.”
Sammy raised his eyebrow, “What kind of name is, AH!…Drusla?” He started when the very little girl gripped his cock and yanked it hard.
Drusla grinned at him as she pumped his member, “In Iceland it means Slut. Knuckles said I had to pick a new name when he made me his second in command. We all gotta choose new names when we become a Junkie.”
Sammy whimpered as his sex was pulled every which way and she began to pull his balls as well, “S-second….? How old are you? Ah! Ouch! Don’t do that!”
Drusla gripped his cock with both hands and yanked, “Shut up fag boy! I can do anything I want, k! I’m five and a half thank you very much! And I’m Knuckle’s favorite girl. But now I want you to meet MY favorite girl. STICKS! Get over here and help me play with my new toy!”
Sammy whimpered tears as the crazy little girl tortured his testicles. Suddenly he felt somebody behind him. Twisting his head around he saw a woman behind him. She had stripped off her clothes so he had a clear view of her heavily swinging jugs. He went silent, though, when he felt something odd bump against his bare ass. Straining his neck to look down he gasped in fearful shock as he saw a large, flesh and blood, cock protruding from between her legs and resting on the crack of his buttocks.
“What is that!” He squealed in a high falsetto.
Sticks grinned evilly, “That’s my junk, sissy boy. It’s gonna go up your boi cunt pretty soon so get a good look at it before it disappears.”
Drusla, Sticks and the two boys holding Sammy were the only ones staying near to have their way with him, while Knuckle was keeping Bobby all to himself. Everyone else backed off and took a seat to watch or grouped together to have their own fun.
Knuckle grinned down at his toy as Bobby slurped away hungrily, “You are a cockslut aren’t you, eh? But you’ve got me nice’n hard now. Time for something else.”
He yanked Bobby off with a pop and pulled him over to a rusty car. As he bent him over the hood he growled, “Lets see just how well trained you are, whore! Don’t move from that position.”
Bobby blushed hard as his bubble butt stuck out prominently and lewdly, “Y-yes sir!”
Knuckle grinned as he brought a palm down on the young slut’s ass eliciting a girlish cry from him. He rained several more blows down onto the vulnerable rump as Bobby twitched and shifted but kept his place. Soon Knuckle tired of simply spanking and thrust a finger up his back door. It soon became two fingers, and then three were raping his rectum as the older boy continued to punish Bobby’s ass cheeks. Eventually Knuckle stopped spanking and finger fucking and brought his body flush with Bobby’s. Pulling him away from the car, he gripped the little boy’s cock with one hand and yanked his head back with the other until they could look into each other’s face.
Knuckle gazed into the young prostitute’s lust filled eyes, “Do you want to kiss me, eh?”
Bobby moaned and nodded, “Mhmm!”
Knuckle groaned, “Fuck, Stanton sure made you into a filthy little painslut didn’t he, eh?” Before Bobby could respond his mouth was devoured and a tongue was shoved deep into his mouth. He kissed back with a passion and ground his ass against the throbbing cock behind him, gripping it with his cheeks. Suddenly the kiss stopped and he found himself bent over the car again as Knuckle parted his lower cheeks and placed his member against the exposed hole.
The six year old fuck slut squealed as his young ass was penetrated with a punching thrust as the gang leader used him, pounding into him over and over, slamming his soft and exposed body against the rusty hood of the car.
Meanwhile, Sammy was making the ground muddy with his tears and precum as the two girls used him mercilessly. Tiny Drusla had the two boys holding him bend him over so she could have easy access to his ass. She giggled happily as she yanked on his cock while at the same time using her other hand to rape him with a rusty metal bar. He tried to protest but his words were hopelessly muffled as Sticks choked him with her long, fat cock. Precum drizzled into his belly as she buried herself completely into his stretched throat, pumping her juices into him.
Suddenly, Drusla yanked the rusty bar out and snaked in her tiny finger, clawing and pulling at his ass until she made it bug enough to jam her fist into. Sammy screamed around Sticks’ meat as his anus was fisted by the little girl. Her hand punched into him over and over eventually sliding in up to and over her elbow. She giggled hysterically as her other hand was suddenly covered with boy cum. Sammy whimpered pathetically as he came for her.
Pulling out of him, Drusla motioned for Sticks to do the same. Once Sammy’s mouth was free again, she held up her cum covered hand, “Here! Taste yourself!”
Sammy gagged as she forced her hand into his mouth and he could taste his own jizz. He cried in disgust as she suddenly replaced it with her other hand which was covered with his own blood and ass juices.
Drusla gave Sticks an evil grin, “His cunt is pretty stretched! I think it needs more fucking, Sticks!”
Smiling obligingly, the bigger woman lifted Sammy up so that he was faced with her plump tits. He only had a moment to enjoy them, however, as Sticks lifted up both of his legs and lowered him down onto her cock. Sammy sobbed loudly as his ass was filled yet again with cock. Sticks bounced him up and down, his abused opening making wet sounds as it slurped over her member. Drusla placed her hands on his ass and helped shove him up and down. She didn’t want her own holes neglected, however, so she ordered the two boy that had been holding Sammy to get beneath her and start licking her out. One at her tiny pussy and the other at her ass.
Bobby, meanwhile was screaming out an orgasm as Knuckle came inside of him, filling his tiny rectum with hot juice. The older boy pulled out and stood above the small whore, panting as his cock went soft and dripped to the junkyard floor. Bobby could tell he wasn’t done, however, from the mischievous smile that suddenly appeared on the gang leader’s face.
“Have you ever been with a dog, Bobby, eh?” Knuckle asked.
Bobby gulped and shook his head, “N-no.”
“Boil! Get the dogs!” Knuckle yelled to a nearby boy. The boy scampered off, but soon returned leading three pitbull dogs by their leashes. Knuckle had Bobby get down into a doggy style position and went over to where Boil was waiting with the dogs. Slowly he unclipped the three leashes. Standing to the side he raised a hand to point at Bobby and ordered, “Fuck!”
The dogs had been trained very well and they knew their reward command best of all. Together they bound towards the kneeling prostitute and jockeyed for position. Bobby yelped as he felt one land on his back and thrust itself into his gaping ass. He cried and moaned as the pitbull pounded rapidly into him. He was soon silenced, however, as another pitbull found his mouth and reared up to place its paws on his back while its cock slapped wetly against his cheek. Like the well trained slut that he was, Bobby captured the foul tasting doggy cock with his mouth and slurped it down. The third dog prowled around them snapping and growling angrily as it waited its turn. The other two whined and growled in pleasure as they mounted their bitch from both ends. Sammy just knelt and tried to take it as he was pounded. Suddenly he screamed as he felt their knots pushing to get into him. His ass stretched impossibly wide and then clamped shut as the pitbull behind him thrust it’s knot into him. His jaw stretched wide as well with the other dog’s knot as it slid down into his throat, choking him. They pumped him over and over, their whines mingling with his moans until suddenly both dogs gave a howl and a thick glob of cum drizzled down Bobby’s chin and landed with a wet plop into the dirt below.
It was some minutes before the dogs were able to wrestle their engorged cocks out of the young whore, but they had a tug-o-war with him until they could, stretching him between them as they tried to pull out.
Knuckle stood over the exhausted cum dump, “Enjoying yourself, eh?” He grinned.
Bobby moaned, “Mmmmm! Oh yes! Fuck! They fucked me so good!”
Knuckle shook his head in wonder, “Well you’ll love this then.”
Bobby gave a loud sensuous groan as the third and, by far, largest pit bull mounted him, “Gah! Oh fucking hell!!! That’s it! Yes! Fuck me doggie! Fuck your bitch! Fuck my filthy little ass! Make me you doggie whore! Oh my!!”
Sammy watched in awe and shock from a short distance away as the younger boy undulated in intense enjoyment under the growling mass of vicious teeth and slobber that was reaming his hole. He didn’t have long to watch though as he was soon occupied by his own rape again. Sticks had filled his ass with a massive load of jizz that dripped and drizzled out of his ass to cover his entire lower body as they pulled him face first into the dirt.
“Spider!” Drusla yelled with authority not often found in five year old girls, “I want your collection! I want it now!”
Before Sammy had time to wonder what kind of collection this Spider had, his entire attention was focused on the small end of a funnel that Drusla was busy shoving into his ass. He cried and squirmed but they held him pinned to the ground, his legs spread. Soon he looked up to see the boy, Spider, arriving with a wheel barrow. His body began to shake in panic as he saw insects crawling over the edge of it.
“No!” he whimpered, “Don’t! Please Don’t!”
Drusla grinned evilly, “Don’t what? Stick squirmy bugs up your bum? To bad! I want to! And I get anything I want, k?!”
Sammy squealed as she picked up a pale white grub and dropped it into the funnel. His tears watered the ground as he felt it burrowing into his rectal canal. Soon it was joined by crickets, spiders, and finally a number of flies that they forced into the funnel and then pulled it out letting his anus close around them, trapping the insects inside him. He whimpered as they buzzed around in his ass for a while and then went silent.
Drusla wasn’t done, though, as she had Sticks and the boys flip him over exposing his over used cock. Sammy sobbed in pain as she took a straw and forced it down his urethra leaving only the last inch showing. What she did next made him scream shrilly in fear. She attached a small funnel to the tip of the straw and then took a scoop and scooped out a pile of rather angry looking ants. Slowly she fed them into the funnel where they slid and fell into the straw, down into his penis where they bit and crawled along his insides as he screeched in panicked torture.
The hours ticked by. The boys were raped and used for the entire gang’s enjoyment as each member got a turn with them. Even Bobby, with all his experience, eventually tired and sobbed in pain and exhaustion as his holes were invaded and defiled. Sammy was used so hard he began to dream of being back with his family. They had never used him this hard and anything else would be a relief. They were pissed on and shit on, and made to fuck and be fucked in so many ways that by the time that Knuckle sent them away they weren’t able to do more than simply stumble wearily back up the path they had come from. Before he let them go, however, he told Bobby to warn his pimp against letting any of his gang too near their territory, or they would get the same treatment.
As they stumbled back to the gas station, both boys resolved never to return the junkyard.
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