Hazed by a Redneck, Part II: The Woods

Continued from Hazed by a Redneck, Part I: The Taking.

Nate pushed Cody's trembling body into the backseat of the pickup truck and shoved his knee into Cody's back.

Bobby jumped into the driver's seat and revved the engine. Country music blared over the suped up speakers.

Cody was no match for Nate's strength, and had no choice but to lay helpless under the rough hands of his aggressor. His nose in the cloth bench, Cody smelled motor oil, cigarettes, and harsh liquor that'd soaked into the seats years ago.

A half dozen crumpled beer cans, an old rag, and a used condom littered the floor along with a crumpled pair of camo pants. When the truck pulled out, Nate shoved the dirty rag into Cody's mouth and wrapped duct tape around his head.

Cody nearly gagged on it. He promised himself that he wasn't going to cry, no matter how bad it got.

"Fucking gross, Bobby! What is this condom doing back here?!" Nate belted.

"Oh," He chuckled, "Sarah Taylor. Wednesday night - it was hot, dude!" He lit up a cigarette.

"Oh man. That bitch is gross. What were you thinkin?"

Bobby laughed. "She ain't hot, but she was good. Look how much I jizzed!"

Nate leaned over the seat, pushing his knee harder into Cody's back. "Oh man. You had to make me look, didn't you?" He grunted.

Cody tried to adjust his body under Nate's weighty leg, and got a slap to the back of the head for his efforts.

"Quit movin', pussy. You're mine, now." Nate pushed Cody's face deeper into the seat until Cody squirmed for breath. "Let's go to Doc Harper's old place! Down by the creek," Nate suggested.

"Good idea."

Bobby turned the truck sharply to the right and sped down a paved road. Cody had never heard of Doc Harper, and he certainly didn't like the sound of hanging out at "his old place" with these two. But from the way he saw it, he had no choice.

Suddenly, Bobby tossed a green nylon bag onto Cody's back. "Use those," he said.

Nate opened the bag and pulled out two storage straps. He pulled them out and used them to bind Cody's hands so tightly that Cody grimaced, drawing another sharp head slap. Moments later, the truck turned onto a rough road, probably no more than a dirt path. Cody figured they'd gone at least ten miles from town by now.

Bobby parked the truck behind some thick brush, got out, and scoped the area for signs of life, leaving Cody alone with Nate.

"This is probably a fantasy of yours, isn't it, you little bitch?" Nate growled sinisterly, and grinded his knee deeper into Cody's back. "Being alone out here with two big cocks! Well, I'm not into that faggot shit. I'm just gonna remind you who you need to show respect to around here. You got that, bitch?!"

When Cody didn't reply, Nate twisted the straps on his wrists. Bolts of pain shot through Cody's arms like lightening, and he nodded and moaned.

Bobby opened the back door. "Let's go, man, I found a good spot."

"Alright. You take him from here. He's pissin' me off!"

"O.k. I'll get him locked down. Why don't you go get us a case of Bud?"

"Good idea. Keys?"

Bobby tossed Nate the keys. When Nate climbed out of the backseat, Bobby pulled Cody out by his hair. With no hands to keep his balance, Cody fell to the ground like a sack of dirty clothes. The scrub brush nipped his arms and the fall would definitely leave a bruise on his knee, but he was glad to be away from Nate's rough embrace, if even for a few seconds.

"Dude! You ripped his fuckin' shorts! Dumb ass! I don't wanna see his little pencil dick. We'll put those camo pants on em'!"

Even in the shade, the heat of the late summer beat down on them, and both Cody and his kidnappers were quickly covered in sweat. Bobby pulled off his soiled shirt and tossed it in the back seat. He grabbed the camo shorts and a few other items that Cody couldn't see, and then Nate to hurry up and get the beer.

They both watched Nate drive off.

To be continued...