| * * * "Well son, ya've put us in quite a pickle, ya know? Unless you tell the police what happened, they can't find who did this to ya," Herb Muddlefoot tried to explain the situation to his youngest son. Honker turned over and curled himself into a little ball, shaking his head adamantly. He heard his father sigh in defeat, then footsteps as he left the room. All he wanted to do was sleep, but no one would let him. They kept waking him up and asking questions that he couldn't answer. He gazed indifferently out of the open door into the hallway where everyone he knew gathered in a group. His father and mother were arguing, Launchpad was eating an apple out of someone's get well basket while Mr. Mallard scolded, Gosalyn stared back at him fiercely, willing him to speak, and then, there was Tank. Tank smiled at the hospital-gowned form of his brother and licked his lips so secretly, no one noticed. His smile widened when Honker shivered, wide eyed, and clutched at his thin hospital gown. It had been two weeks since that night that Honker ran from him and he missed being able to claim that sweet body. No one else knew what he had done, and he would soon take care of the one person who could tell. //NO!! STAY AWAY FROM ME!!// Honker thought, shaking his head as he saw the look in Tank's eyes and thrashing around in panic as the feeling of Tank's hands touching him, hurting him, invaded his mind. He managed to pull out his I.V and knock a vase of flowers to the floor, shattering upon impact, before the nurses rushed into his room and sedated him. * * * A warm, fuzzy sensation pooled up between Honker's legs as he began to wake up. He stretched and mumbled sleepily as he felt a hand fondling him to erectness, sliding up and down his penis as another hand cupped his testes and rolled them slowly around in his scrotum. Slowly, he opened his eyes and blinked to get rid of the fuzziness of sleep. His heart almost stopped as he looked over at Tank fondling him. He croaked out a protest and tried to move away, but found he'd been strapped to the bed. //NOO!! NOOO!! DON'T TOUCH ME!!!// Honker's inner voice screamed in terror. "Good thing they strapped you to the bed, huh, Honk? I mean, you went ape-shit all of a sudden. Do you know they had to call in five nurses to hold you down? I don't mean the skinny nurses either�no, these were big, brawny ones," Tank intoned, looking up into Honker's face as he continued to slide his hand up and down the boy's arousal. There was a note of weak defiance in Honker's blue eyes and Tank frowned, upset. "Now, don't go getting any ideas about telling anyone about this. They wouldn't believe you, Honk-man. Cause everyone knows already�even Gosalyn. She's just watchin' you cause she knows how much you like taking it up the ass. She told me she'd pay me fifty bucks to fuck you, but I'm not sure I like to share." //NO! Gosalyn wouldn't do THAT! She's my friend! LIAR!! LIAR!!// Tears fell down Honker's face and he shook his head wildly. "Don't believe me, huh? Well, that's okay, cause I was lying anyhow. Can you imagine what it would be like if I told everyone that their precious little golden boy was nothing more than a slut? It would be a riot! Maybe I should tell them, what d'ya think?" Honker shook his head in the negative, picturing his parents' disappointed faces. He saw Gosalyn turning her back on him. Even Mr. Mallard and Launchpad would be disgusted by what he had let happen. Maybe Tank was right. No one would believe him over Tank. He was nothing more than Tank's personal toy now and Tank was absolved from all blame since it wasn't his fault. "Hmm�no? Well, I guess I won't tell them�for now. I'm gonna need something to keep me quiet after that, though." The hand stroked Honker again to emphasize Tank's point. It slid up and down the young man's arousal slowly, strokes which meant to torture the blonde. Honker's breath sobbed out of parted lips as his hips thrust up in the grip of pleasure. The hand continued for a few motions, then stopped altogether. The blonde managed to make a squeaking note of protest and shoved his hips up as if begging for more contact. Shame burned in his face though as he realized what he was doing. He was practically pleading for Tank to finish him. "So, what do you say? I keep quiet and you give me what I want? Or I tell everyone we know what a perverted fuck you are�seducing your own brother and then crying rape when he gives you what you want?" Tank purred out, pinning Honker's hips back down on the bed. Honker bit his lip. There was no way out. Even Gosalyn wouldn't believe him if Tank said anything against him. He couldn't bear to have Tank's scummy fingers touching him again, or feel the pain of his brother inside him, but there was no other way. 'You keep quiet,' he mouthed out, still unable to speak. It was good enough for Tank however. The redheaded older boy dropped his head down to Honker's lap, pushing aside the hospital gown as he kissed the tip of the blonde's penis gently. next back |