med to work pretty good," offered Ted.
"I have a better idea," said Ben, smirking. "That Taser wasn' t the only thing I found on big brother when I jumped him. He also had this." Ben held up one of the police billy clubs that the boys had brought with them on their mission.
"Oooh, that oughta hurt real good," said Ted, lig his chops in anticipation. "Probably hurt even more than this." With that, Ted swung both his fists banging iher side of Tommy' s chest, eg solidly with his ribs. "Oooomph," Tommy sputtered, as his body recoiled from the ued shock.
"Not bad," said Ben. "But he still isn' t squealing. Let' s see how he likes this." Ben brought the billy club down hard, flat square against Tommy' s stomach, just above his belly button. Tommy' s body jaifed from the impact.
Ben swung the club again in his right fist , this time eg with Tommy' s right pec. Then Ben brought the club down iher dire, hitting Tommy' s left pec.
Ted took the club from Ben. "That looks like fun," he said eagerly. Ted swung the club against Tommy' s left side, solidly eg with the boy' s striated lats. Tommy' s body stiffened with pain, and the boy thought he heard one of his ribs crack.
The three men tio take turns swag the club against different parts of Tommy' s torso. Angry blue bruises and ugly red welts soon peppered the teen' s lean physique, which was now covered in a fine cascade of sweat.
Still, despite the relentless punishment, Tommy had not uttered a sound. By this point, the boy was almost out of it. His head was swimming and he could barely focus his eyes.
Gus threw a bucket of water on the boy, reviving him somewhat. "Yonna beg for mere way or anus said angrily. "Now beg!" Gus drove a fist deeply into Tommy' s belly button. The boy' s body heaved with the impact. "Beg!" shouted Gus, and drove a left hook deeply into the boy' s defenseless abs. "Beg!" he screamed, and threpercut into Tommy' s solar plexus. "Beg, you little