Small-Town Folks Chapter 1

[BattlesandDeaths]

Chapter 1 “Getting caught”

The young freshman ran like the wind into the canyon behind the small college. His heart raced as he sprinted along the creekbed and deeper into the woods. There was no cell phone reception here, so he knew he had to hide out before he could start sharing the pictures he had just snapped in the men's locker room.

He could hear the anger yelling of the three football players chasing after him. He was still a little ways ahead, but they were relentless in their pursuit. They were not about to give up without a fight.

He was on an adrenaline high, but knew he couldn't run forever. He rounded a bend and found hid himself in some underbrush. It was thick enough that he was sure they wouldn't be able to find him. That is, until he noticed he was still wearing a red shirt. He peeled off the sweat-drenched tank top and hid it in the dirt, so the bright color couldn't give away his location.

Ryan had a firm, lean swimmers build from all the years he spent swimming around his uncle's pool back in the city. He attended the college on both a swimming and track scholarship. Not that he needed the extra money. His family was one of the wealthiest (and most corrupt) in the state.

He wiped the sand off his hands on his black, silky running shorts that he had worn while jogging around the gym. His smooth, muscular chest was heaving from the long run from the Athletic building on campus. He had gone just over a mile, but knew the three football players couldn't be far behind.

He thumbed through the pictures on his phone. He just couldn't believe it. Jackpot. The scandal of the semester, three star football players having gay sex in the lockerroom. Ryan was stoked. He just couldn't wait to put this out there for everyone to see.

He always had a dislike for football players. Their bulky, muscular bodies being worshipped like they were demigods. He sneered at the mere thought.

Ryan knew his slim, tight lean body was far better and resented how people viewed brain-dead football players as athletes. It took far better endurance and strength to run a marathon than it did to run a hundred yards carrying a ball.

He heard some steps rounding the bend. Peering out through the branches, he spotted Scott, the team's senior quarterback, slowly walking through the tall grass along the creek.

Scott had only enough time to pull on a pair of shorts and slip into his flipflops before he had started chasing Ryan, so, his clearly-defined muscular chest and abs were glistening in the sunlight. His shirtless torso was nearly twice the size of Ryan’s with well-formed pecs and a muscular gut.

Ryan may have been envious of most football players, but Scott had such a charisma about him that Ryan couldn't help but stare at the quarterback's chest as the sweat slowly ran down and dripped from his pecs,

Then, much closer to this side of the creek, he saw Mike, a large defensive lineman, wading bare-foot through the creek just a few feet away from him. Mike was a brawny, well-built guy, who had obviously spent several hours each day in the gym. His large shoulders and chest were clearly discernible through his tight black tank-top. He stopped for a moment and stared into the undergrowth where Ryan was hiding. Ryan stayed still, holding his breath, fearful that Mike would notice any movement in the brush. He took a couple of steps closer to Ryan, until he was just a three feet away.

“Can you see him?” Scott called out to Mike.

Mike turned away from the brush where Ryan was hiding. All Ryan could see of him now was the back of his black shorts and bulging calves. The water from the creek had moistened the hair on his legs as it trickled back down. Ryan covered his mouth, so that his heavy breathing would not give him away.

“Not yet. But he couldn't have gotten too far.” Mike replied back.

Just then, Ryan felt a quick jerk on his leg as he was pulled out of the bush from behind. “Got you now, mother f***er.”

Ryan immediately recognized the voice of Chad, who was probably the cockiest person he had ever known, pulling him face-down out from the underbrush.

Once he was in the clearing, Chad let go of the young freshman's leg. Ryan rolled over and gave him a quick kick to the face, knocking the shorter guy backwards on his rear.
Chad quickly grabbed his nose to assess the damage. Not broken, but his cheek was still pretty sore.

As Ryan got up to run, he felt Mike's huge muscular arms wrap around his arms and chest as he was tackled him back down to the ground, knocking the shoes off his feet. Ryan kept trying to squirm his way free from Mike's firm body hold. He could feel Mike's muscular chest heaving against his back and the warmth of his every breath on the back of his neck. Ryan tried to wrestle himself free, but it was no use. Mike was too much of a beast to break free from.

All the while, Mike was enjoying the younger guy's body struggling in his grasp. The smell of Ryan's sweaty hair and the sensation of Ryan's muscles flexing in his arms as he struggled to free himself. Ryan's back rubbed up against Mike's large, muscular pecs. Mike could feel the runner's soft skin sliding smoothly against his chest. This was extremely arousing the large lineman, which made him even more determined to not let go of the boy.

Even when the younger guy settled down, Mike could feel the boy's chest and abs heaving up and down as he tried to catch breath. He wrappend his legs around the boy just so he could feel more of his body against his own. Oh, how he wished this could go on forever.

By the time Scott had gotten over to where they were, Chad was finally getting back up on his feet. Obviously Ryan's kick proved powerful, as Chad had a mark over his left eye that was bleeding slightly. Chad pulled up the bottom of his white sleeveless shirt and dabbed at the scrape, revealing his lean, abs along with his dirty blonde, furry man-trail of hair between his shallow navel and the low waistline of his cut-off jeans. Chad's build was similar to Ryan's, except Chad was shorter and had broader shoulders.

The two approached Ryan who again began squirming in Mike's grasp temporarily freeing his legs, causing the lineman to wrap his large, beefy legs around Ryan's slender thighs. Scott knelt down to where he could see Ryan's face. “Did you really think you could get away from us?”

Ryan knew he was caught, he knew his strength was nothing compared to the three football players in front of him. He knew he had to try to outsmart them. After all, they were football players and every knows football players aren't very smart. All he had to do was lie his way out of this.

“Let me go. I swear, I didn't see anything.” Ryan continued to insist as he sat up in Mike's manly embrace. His voice sounded more annoyed than anything and so clearly insincere that even those 'dumb' football players could recognize his act of superiority.

All of them knew he had seen what they were doing in the locker room showers and that was one secret that they could never let get out in this small of a town. Not to mention, he had been taking video of it on his camera.

“You're a d*** liar.” Chad landed a powerful kick straight into Ryan's abs, causing them to flex their fullest as he let out a heavy gasp. Chad was clearly the most unstable of the lot. He was the shortest of the group, but had well-defined features that showed through the arm long-cut sides of his sleeveless shirt.

Mike could feel Ryan's body press even harder against him as the boy tried to roll over, reeling from the kick he had just received. Mike held him in a spooning position as Ryan laid sobbing in his arms. Mike sat up and leaned his back against a tree, cradling Ryan in more of a seated position. Ryan sat there defeated, with the back of his head resting against the lineman's broad chest.

“I swear, I didn't see what you were doing.” Ryan's voice wasn't as arrogant as before. Even after his last attempt failed, he continued thinking he could outsmart these guys. After all, he was raised in an affluent neighborhood and these guys were just a few dumb, small-town rednecks who had never left this town. Besides, after what he had seen these three doing in the locker room, he knew they were a bunch of queers, and he was much better than that.

Even as he sat there captive in Mike's powerful arms, he thought he could out-smart these three small-town rednecks. Another quick blow to his gut from Chad’s swift kick quickly made him realize otherwise.

“Bullsh*t! I’ll cut that lying tongue right out of your f***ing, pretty-boy mouth.” Chad’s voice was enraged. Chad pulled out a 6-inch folding knife from his back pocket. Ryan looked over at Scott, hoping that he would get him out of this mess.

“Scott, I swear, I didn’t see.”

Scott was the son of the local preacher and star quarterback for the town. Ryan had met him the previous Sunday at church. Scott knelt down to look at Ryan face-to-face. “Do you really expect us to believe that?” Scott said in a calm, soothing voice as he lightly brushed Ryan's black, sweaty bangs from his forehead. Ryan closed his eyes at the sensation of the quarterback's soft and gentle touch.

Scott noticed this and knew how to work out this situation and continued brushing Ryan's hair away with his fingers, “You know, we could work something out.” Ryan stared at Scott's handsome face. This guy had such charisma that the younger freshman was easily mesmerized by him.

Scott's soothing voice was interrupted by Chad's. “Let's cut the lying tongue right out of this f**er's mouth.”

Ryan peered over Scott's shoulder, which was shining in the sunlight from perspiration and saw Chad standing there with a lock-blade in his hand. The redneck's well-built, yet unkept appearance was visually appealing, but his menacing, arrogant demeanor was totally repulsive to the city boy. There was nothing Ryan hated more than to have someone lesser than him try to act as if he were better.

Chad pointed the knife straight towards him. This sent an instant shiver through Ryan, who then, looked straight into Scott's peaceful green eyes. “I'm sorry, I swear I didn't see anything. I promise.”

Scott slowly ran his hand down Ryan's cheek and neck and began rubbing his fingers side-to-side across Ryan's chest, who again, closed his eyes at the sensation of his touch. “We know you saw us. The question is, what now?” Scott could tell that his voice had a calming effect on Ryan, who had again opened his eyes and was gazing into his. Scott watched Ryan's eyes closely as he used his other hand to rub his fingers across his own chiseled abs. Sure enough, Ryan's gaze left his as he glanced, longingly at the quarterback's eight-pack. Scott grinned at the runner. He knew exactly how to settle this.

Ryan noticed Scott's grin and quickly glanced away from his abs. He wasn't sure if Scott had caught him staring at his midsection, or if the quarterback was smiling because he had caught him in the lie. Either way, it was time for a new tactic.

“Okay, I did see you guys. I'm sorry. But I promise I won't tell.” His breath was becoming heavier from fear and his words were starting to sound desperate.

At this, Chad let out a rough laugh.

Mike calmly replied in Ryan's ear, “Oh yeah, well, how do we know that?” Ryan could feel the warmth from Mike's breath across the side of his head.

“Yeah. You done lied to us a couple of times. You little sh**.” Chad chimed in. Turning to Scott, he said, “If we gut this f**ker now, no one will ever find out.” At this, he knelt down on the other side from Scott and handed him an 8-inch hunting knife. Scott just held it calmly in his hand while Chad began rubbing his blade up and down the bumps in Ryan's abs, which shivered and flexed when touched by the cold steel.

Chad noticed the goosebumps raising up on Ryan's lean body. Seeing someone so arrogant as this city-boy starting to act in submission was a complete turn-on for this back-woods boy. He placed the tip of the blade against Ryan's navel and gave a soft twist, watching the small hairs on the runner's body ripple to an upright position.

Mike, too could feel the goosebumps spread their way across the boy's smooth body that was pressed so firmly against his own. It was clear that all three of the football players wanted the same thing. And it was quite possible that Ryan wanted it as well. Afterall, he had been watching them for sometime before Chad noticed him with filming them.

“Please, Please,” Ryan said in a quivering whisper. “I promise I won't tell anyone. I wouldn't lie about that. Please.” This time his voice was overly pathetic making it even less believable.

“Yeah?, You lied to us already, why would we trust you now?” Chad retorted. He drew his knife back as if he was going to ram it into Ryan's throat, but only laughed as the boy began to squirm, trying to flinch away.

“You’re just gonna have to believe me.” the lean boy said, trying to regain his self-dignity and looking up between Chad and Scott. “I wouldn’t lie to you about this.” Although, he was clearly out-numbered, the cocky city-boy was continuing to try his old tricks.

Recognizing a chance to quell the situation, Scott replied, “I’ll tell you what. There is one way we’ll know you won’t tell. How about you join us….for just one time?” Scott’s words were calm and reassuring as he drew nearer to Ryan. He was clearly trying to help Ryan out of this mess. Ryan shuddered as Scott's fingers rubbed over his nipples.

“No, no. I can't.” Ryan had been raised to hate homosexuality by his ardently Catholic uncle, but the sensation of this, the most popular guy not only in school but in town, touching him, was really arousing. Their faces were so close, that Ryan could feel the warmth of Scott's breath.

Scott ignored Ryan's plea and continued circling his middle finger around his nipple. Ryan responded verbally with another “No,” but arched his back as he brought in a deep breath. He could now taste the warmth of Scott's breath as he inhaled.

Mike loosened his grasp and rubbed his hands up and down Ryan's sides. “Just try it. You won't have to worry about us telling anyone. Besides, it would be so f**king hot. I guarantee you'll have the best orgasm ever.”

“This would be the only way we'll know for sure you won't tell anyone. Especially my dad.” Ryan knew exactly who Scott was talking about. Scott's dad was the local preacher where Ryan had been attending church. He had asked Ryan to serve as an usher one time.

Ryan's soft brown eyes, gazed up into Scott's. The sensation running through his body from Scott and Mike's hands sliding over his smooth skin was all too tempting. He knew he couldn't say no. Even without the knife, he knew he couldn't turn down this offer from him.

Just as he was about to relent, Chad leaned forward and began flicking one of Ryan's man-nips with his tongue. “That's right, queer boy. I'm gonna f**k the h** out of ya. Till you scream like a choir boy. I can’t wait to feel you squirm in my arms.” Chad said, taking off his shirt. He knelt down next to Ryan and licked his neck.

While the sensation of Chad's tongue was arousing, Ryan was appalled by being called queer boy, especially by some dumb-ass hillbilly who knew nothing about him. Though he was willing to do this with Scott, who was so charismatic, and even the quiet Mike, he was repulsed by this dirty-ass hick.

But before he could reply, Chad already placed one hand on his crotch. “Check this out. The faggot is already hard for us.” Ryan's anger boiled within him. Scott was one thing, but that prick was something else. He was not about to play b**ch to Chad and definitely not going to allow that bastard to call him a faggot.

He began struggling wildly again. “No F****ing way. I’m not gay like you, you stupid f**ker. Get the f** off me, you faggots.” Another well-placed kick to Chad's chest sent him backwards into the bushes.

As Scott got up to help Chad, Ryan rammed his head backwards into Mike's face, causing him to quickly let go. Ryan rolled to the side and got up and started to run, but Mike already had his arm and swung him backwards into the tree. Ryan's back arched as he felt the his bare back slam against the rough bark.

Mike then pulled Ryan to him and placed the boy in a full-nelson, exposing the boy's lean torso to whatever blows may come.

Chad got up, totally pissed off. Chad pulled a bowie knife from his back pocket and pointed it at Ryan. “Then, there’s only one way to guarantee you’ll keep your damned mouth shut.”

Scott stepped between them. He plead with the new kid one last time. “Come on, man. I can’t have my dad and the rest of the town knowing about this. If you do this just one time with us, we’ll know you won’t tell. And we won’t bother you again.”

Ryan's heart was racing in anger at Chad, but Scott's soft voice made him again feel reassured, he had actually felt some jealousy when he had caught Scott with the other two, but he knew that if he admitted this, then they might think that he was just like them. He didn’t like Chad very much and just saw him as a dumb hick. His impression of Mike wasn't much better, but at least Mike wasn't cocky and kinda cute in his boyish way. Mike slowly began releasing his hold on Ryan as the boy seemed to finally settle down.

“Okay, I'll do it.” Ryan said, lowering his head. He had to make sure they were convinced he was only doing this because he was forced to. He didn't want them to think he was some homo like them.

His mind was racing, trying to think of how to accomplish this, when Chad wrapped his arms around him and began rubbing his crotch against his. “That's right, faggy city-boy, your gonna feel this hard cock ramming you from the inside.”

This was more of Chad than he could take. “Get the hell away from me you f***ing faggots,” Ryan said as he shoved Chad into Scott and tried to make a run for it. He had only gotten a few feet when Scott had him tackled to the ground. Getting back onto his feet, he felt his arm squeezed in Mike’s beefy grasp. Mike flung him around and sent him backwards into the trunk of a willow tree.

Mike grabbed the folding knife that Chad had dropped earlier and came at him with a swift jab aimed at Ryan‘s chest. Ryan instinctively deflected the beefy lineman‘s hand and diverted the blow into the tree, just off to his left side. It seemed those years of karate lessons had paid off.

Chad came next trying to stab him the same way, but Ryan was able to deflect his blow off to his right. Ryan struggled to hold onto their arms as they tried to pull their blades out of the tree. He stopped struggling once he felt the cold steel of a third blade rubbing up and down his abs.

“I’ll give you a final chance,” Scott said as he ran his blade from Ryan’s navel to his midchest and back again. He then toyed with the boy who was now pinned against the tree by sticking the tip into his navel and twisting back and forth. Ryan squirmed at the tickling sensation, which quickly caught Scott’s attention.

“Come on. I think you’ll like it.” the quarterback said, as he pinched one of Ryan’s nipples. From the growing bulge in Ryan’s sweats, he could tell he was getting somewhere.

Chad reached his free hand and placed it in Ryan’s groin. “Wow, he’s hard already. He’s really gonna enjoy this.”

Annoyed by his straight-forwardness, Ryan shoved his hand away. “Get your f***ing hands off of me you faggot.”

Mike grabbed Ryan’s free arm and slammed him back into the tree, causing him to arch his gut forward. He, then felt a quick blow from Scott’s fist into his gut, immediately followed by a sharp pain. His eyes widened as he looked down to see Scott’s blade buried in deep in his navel with blood slowly trickling out. Ryan leaned forward and tightened his abs around the blade, which seemed to ease the pain slightly.

He gasped at the feel of the cole steel buried in his guts. His face went pale as he stared at Scott's hand, pressing the handle of the knife flush against his abs.

Scott leaned forward pressing his chest against Ryan’s chest. “That’s too bad, you really would have enjoyed it,” he stated, pulling the blade from Ryan’s gut. “I guess we have to make our own guarantee that you won’t talk, he said nodding to Mike and Chad, who had both pulled their blades out of the tree.

Mike rammed his blade to the hilt in Ryan’s upper abs, causing him to lurch his chest forward. The searing pain was unbearable and Ryan let out a loud cry of pain.

Chad then jabbed his blade in a hefty blow into the right side of Ryan’s chest. Ryan’s cry then became a higher pitch as if he were crying like a child. He sobbed, half in pain and half in anger at showing his emotions like this in front of these worhless rednecks.

Ryan could feel his lung filling with blood and was gasping as it began to trickle from his lips.

“There, there now.” The calm voice of the leader of the group was only minutely soothing this time. “Let me show you what you missed.” Ryan felt Scott's, blade tear into the flesh just below his navel. There was a sensation as if he were being shocked that brought the young man up on his toes. He felt his manhood burst its sensuous juices into his shorts.

Mike then rammed his blade in and out of Ryan's gut, causing the freshman to grunt and moan as his whole body shook from the blows.

Ryan still somehow hoped to survive this until he heard Chad one last time. “Let's stop playing with this fucker.” Ryan felt Chad's jagged blade rammed deep into the center of his chest. The force of the blow seemed to completely knock the last breath out of him as he became dizzy. He couldn't believe that he was actually being finished off by the one he hated the most. He felt himself sinking down the trunk of the tree as his world faded into blackness.