of the truck, Ben cocked his arm, spit on his fist, and with a huge gri a punch deep into Scott' s solar plexus. Scott thought the brute' s arm was going to ght through his body. Aric bolt of pain exploded in Scott' s mid-seoved up to his chest, and into his throat. Scott gasped for air, rolled his eyes, and collapsed on the floor, semi-scious.
Ben rolled Scott over with his foot to make sure the boy was still breathing. "He' s okay, just khe wind out of him," he said, slapping his hands together. "Looks like I win."
The three turheir attention to Tommy. "Looks like you lose, little brother," said Ben. "So now we' re gonna play some games. First game is called Uwinkie."
Tommy stood transfixed, frozen with fear. "Nice 311 shirt, kid," said Ben. "New?"
"Y-y-y-yeah, just got it," said Tommy. "Too bad," said Ted, grabbing the collar and yanking it toward the floor. The cotton shirt stretched to its limit and then tus, Ben, and Ted each grabbed handfuls of shirt until the last shred was ripped from the boy' s back, leaving him barechested.
Tommy wasn' t quite as developed as his brother but he had a nice, firm torso, with surprisingly firm ped a flat, tight stomach. "How old are you, kid?" asked Ben. "Fuck you, asshole," Tommy defiantly spit back. "Ooh, the kid has balls," said Ted. "Let' s see how tough he really is." Ted ed his massive hand around Tommy' s mouth and used his thumb and forefio pinch the boy' s nose, pletely cutting off his air supply. Tommy' s eyes widened in terror as he squirmed to free himself. Ted held his hand in place for nearly a minute before taking it away. Tommy gulped for air, terrified. "Now," Ted asked again, "how old are you?" "Fifteen," Tommy shot back. Ted looked at his cohorts. "That' s a nice round number. Fifteen pu is."
Ben grabbed Tommy' s arms, pinning them behind the boy' s bad tying them with a piece of rope, eaving his bare chest exposed to his two brutish friends. Ted cocked back his a