you." Ted let fly a viciht cross squarely into Tommy's guts. The boy doubled over and groaned in pain, but quickly recovered and tio taunt his attackers by looking them dead in the eye. Gus flew i the boy's hubris and threpercut that ected ly with the boy's . Tommy's neapped back with the impad he slumped in Ben's arms. The punch had knocked him out.

Ben dropped the boy to the floor of the trailer. "Looks like the kid wins," he said, laughing at Gus' impotent rage. "He was gon 15 a off with only 6 hits. I ain't gon you hit the kid when he's out."

"That's all right," Gus said steamily, "we still have big brother to play with a while." Gus went over to Scott, who had been impotently watg his brother's torture from the floor of the trailer, uo summth to get up and stop it. Gus grabbed a bottle of water from a small box of supplies on the floor and sprayed Scott's face. As the boy slowly came to, Gus put his arms under Scott's armpits and dragged him into a standing position, then walked him over to the wall covered by the mesh. Using some strips of rawhide he had ready in his pockets, Gus spreadeagled Scott and bound his wrists to the mesh, then secured his ahe shirtless, sweating, bruised teen was now spread out and helpless, his baggy jean shorts hanging low on his hips, revealing two inches of white boxer shorts.

"Hey kid, ever see an atomic wedgie?" asked Ben, laughing. The brute grabbed the topped of Scott's boxers and started to heave with all his strength. Scott screamed in agony as the cotton cloth bunched up around his genitals, slowing tearing until it finally shredded. Without his boxers, Scott's jeans sagged even lower, revealing his eight-pack abs and several inches below his o just above his pubes.

"Whattya want to do with him?" asked Ted. "Those abs are a arget but I'm all punched out."

"This'll do," said Gus, as he unfastehe buckle of his thick black leather belt and pulled it off.

"Let's hear you t, boy," spit out Gus. "t to ten for me." Gus whipped back the belt a fly against Scott's chest. An angry red welt exploded across his upper torso, crisscrossing his nipples. Scott screamed, then sucked air trying tain his breath. "t, dammit, or you'll get 20!" yelled Gus. "One!" said Scott. Gus swung the belt again, this time hitting Scott's side. Another welt decorated the webbing of ribs and muscles. "Two," murmured Scott, barely able to get the word out. Gus whipped the belt again, this time aiming the leather strap across Scott's tightly-defi-pack. "Three." The fourth, fifth, and sixth blows all crisscrossed Scott's chest, leaving a patchwork of angry red streaks.

"Stop it, you'll kill him!" screamed Tommy, climbing up from the floor. "He's had enough."

"How about you, little man?" asked Ted. "You man enough to take his last four? Tell you what, we'll make it two -- provided you take them like a man and don't make a peep. You scream like your sissy brother here, and you both get ten more. Deal?"

Tommy looked at Scott's limp body sagging against the wall and knew his brother couldn't take any more punishment. "Okay," he said. "Two more."