we couldn' t make scream last time, isn' t it?" asked Ben. "He took a pretty good whipping, as I recall."
"Yeah, well, we won' t be quite so gehis time," Gus said angrily, as he grabbed Tommy by the shoulders and pushed him against the wall with the wrist restraints.
"Wait a minute, I remember this part" said Tommy sarcastically. Then the plucky teen crossed his arms and grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Tommy tossed the shirt onto the floor and stood staring at his captors defiantly.
Gus, Ben, and Ted were impressed by what they saw. Tommy was going through a growth spurt and the teen was all torso - a long, lanky physique with small, round ped a smooth, flat stomach. Although he wasn' t nearly as ripped as Scott or Steve, the outline of Tommy' s abs were visible and made a pleasing six pack. At least three inches of smooth mounded muscle stretched beh Tommy' s belly button to the top of his low-hanging shorts.
Gus fasteommy' s hands in the Velcro bindings. Small tufts of light blond hair glistened ieen' s armpits as a trickle of sweat ran from his breastbone down the length of his chest. Tommy' s ankles were fastened as well. The three roadies paused to admire their handiwork.
"Yeah, you guys are so tough, tying up little boys aing them up. How does it feel to be such fug perverts?" Tommy spat at the men.
Ben swung a roundhouse right, solidly eg with Tommy' s . The teen' s head snapped back with the impact. Tommy, staggered, shook off the blow and spit out a wad of blood. His lower lip started to swell.
"Hey, not in the face!" cried Ted. "It' s not supposed to show, remember? Jesus Christ."
"The little shit had that ing," said Ben. "I o wipe that smirk off his face."
"Well," said Gus, "what do you want to do to him first?
"I don' t care as long as it hurts," Ben said. "This time he' s gonna squeal like a pig."
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