RC Stories

CHOP SHOP by RC 

My house sits on a hill, facing what used to be a major highway. Now, it’s not much more than a back road. 
After passing my house, the road curves sharply and drops into a small valley. In that valley is an auto junkyard, owned by five brothers. They call their business, the Chop Shop. You can go there for most any part to most any old car. 
In addition to car parts, they also have an auto service garage, a towing service, and a small meat shop that specializes in ground beef and sausages. Their businesses aren’t thriving, because of their location, but they get by. Most of their money comes from the meat shop. People who buy their ground beef and sausages always come back for more. I count myself as one of their regular customers. 
When I’m sitting on my back porch, I have a birds-eye view of the entire junkyard. I sometimes sit and watch the comings and goings. I’ve seen many a car towed onto the lot, at all hours of the day or night. And, there’s always smoke rising from the smokehouse, located just behind the meat shop. 
I’ve dealt with the brothers on many occasions. I’m always needing a few parts for my old car and old pickup truck. They always give me a good deal, and sometimes give me a part for free. 
Jake is the oldest of the five. He’s the one in charge. He’s also the biggest of the five, at 6’ 4”. He’s got muscle on top of muscle. His brothers are very muscular, too, but not quite as tall as Jake. Hank, Buck and Frank are about 6’ 2”, and Chuck is only 6’ 1”. They range in age from 25 to 32. They’re all very redneck and seem a bit rough. They inherited the junkyard from their parents, who were killed in a car accident several years ago. 
I enjoy relaxing on my back porch and watching the guys working in the junkyard. Especially without their shirts. Man they have great bodies. I, myself, have a large muscular body, and would love to get it on with any one of them. Chuck would be my preference, since I like guys who are shorter than I am. I’d love to get a piece of that little ass. 
About a month ago, I couldn’t sleep one night, because of the heat. So, I fixed a cold drink and sat out on the back porch. There was a light breeze, and I was just about to nod off, when the sound of a truck engine brought me back to my senses. One of the Chop Shop’s flatbed tow-trucks had just pulled up to the front gate, followed by one of the brothers pickup trucks. 
The flatbed had a large vehicle on the bed, covered by a black tarp. Someone hopped out of the pickup and opened the gate. The two trucks pulled through the gate. They came to a stop behind the building, as the gate was closed and locked. 
I’m the curious type, so I grabbed my binoculars to get a better look at what was going on down at the Chop Shop. 
I saw Chuck walking toward the trucks. He was the one who had gotten out to open and close the gate. As he approached the trucks, his other four brothers got out of the two trucks. Seemed odd to me that all five of them would be there at the same time, in the middle of the night. 
I watched as the brothers removed the tarp from the towed vehicle. It turned out to be one of those big, expensive luxury SUV’s. It was white, with fancy chrome wheels and dark tinted windows. They released the chains securing the four wheels, and slowly moved the bed out and down to remove the SUV from the bed of the truck. Once the vehicle had all four wheels on the ground, the flatbed was moved away. 
I wasn’t really prepared for what happened next. 
Chuck went over to unlock the back door of the building, while the other four brothers each opened one of the four doors of the SUV. Each of them was leaned over into the vehicle, struggling with something. Then, one by one, each of the brothers dragged out a bound and gagged young male. All four of the youths were shirtless, wearing only cutoffs and sneakers. Two were blond, the other two dark haired. All had muscular, but short , builds. My guess was they were college kids, out in one of their father’s SUV’s. 
I have a collection of bondage movies, but this was turning me on more than any of those ever had. 
All four of the young dudes had their ankles tied together, and their wrists tied behind their backs. There was a ball-gag secured in each of their mouths. They all struggled, uselessly. 
Jake, Frank, Buck and Hank each hoisted one of the writhing boys up onto their shoulders and filed into the building. Shortly after, Chuck came out with a plastic bag and emptied out the SUV of all clothing, baseball caps, etc. He then hopped into the vehicle and drove it to the back of the lot, parking it next to the machine they use to crush junk cars into small cubes. He then re-covered it with the black tarp. After that, he joined his brothers inside the building. 
I’d been hard as a rock ever since the first boy was dragged out of the SUV. I slowly stroked myself as I thought about everything I’d just witnessed. I imagined what must be going on inside the building, where those boys were now captive. The thought of those big, muscular brothers raping those young dudes was getting me hot as hell. Sure wish I could watch that. In fact, sure wish I could join in. As I thought about the fact that those four boys will probably never be seen again, I shot a big load onto my muscular chest and belly. 
I got up and went inside to clean the cum off of myself and fix another drink. I did so quickly, so as not to miss anything more that might happen down at the Chop Shop. 
I sat and watched for another three hours. No way I could get to sleep now. I wanted to know more about what was going on in the building below. 
Finally, at 3am, the five brothers came out and got in their pickup. Two in the cab, and three in the bed of the truck. They looked exhausted. Chuck hopped out of the bed and unlocked the gate, then re-locked it after Jake drove through. Then they were off. 
My curiosity was running wild. I had to know what they were doing with those boys they’d left behind. I knew where they kept an extra key to the back door, as I’d seen a couple of the brothers fetch it from behind an old hubcap, hanging on the back wall, a few times. I figured they wouldn’t be back until mid-morning. They never opened for business until 9 or 10, anyway. 
I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed a flashlight and headed for the Chop Shop. There are a couple of places where their back fence had deteriorated to the point that you can almost walk right through. I easily got through the fence and walked the long distance to the back of the building. After looking behind two different hubcaps, I finally found the extra key behind the third. 
My heart was racing as I turned the key in the lock and opened the door. What the hell was I going to find in there? Caged boys? Live boys? Or, even dead boys? Nothing in my wildest dreams could’ve prepared me for what I was about to find. 
I entered the building and shut the door behind me. Turning on the flashlight, I surveyed the area to my right. It was the bay area, where they work on, and strip, cars. There was one old car on a lift, with the wheels missing. No boys. 
I turned to my left and walked over toward the rear of the meat shop. I came to a door and opened it. As I entered the room, I could hear some muffled moaning to my right. I aimed the flashlight in the direction of the moaning, and found what I’d been looking for. Two butt-naked blond boys were tied spread-eagle across mattresses on the floor. Steel bolts were anchored into the concrete at the four corners of each mattress. Ball gags were still in their mouths. The two dark-haired boys were not in the room with them. 
I shone the flashlight up and down the body of each boy. What a beautiful sight. One of the young guys squinted, trying to see who was behind the light. He looked terrified. He moaned some more. 
The other kid just stared off into the distance. There was no reaction when I shone the light in his face. He appeared to be in a state of shock. I smacked the side of his face, lightly. Still no reaction. I inspected the rest of his body with the light. He was so smooth, and hairless. A nice tan-line across his butt cheeks. I ran my hand down his backside, stopping when I had a handful of ass. Man, what a beautiful ass. I used two fingers to spread apart his cheeks. He’d obviously been brutally raped, seemingly more than once. There was cum and a bit of blood dripping out of his hole and onto the mattress. 
By now, I had a hard-on that wasn’t going to go away any time soon. I moved over to the other boy and inspected his body as well. Same smoothness, but slightly more muscular, and with the most beautiful ass I’d ever seen. He’d also been screwed long and hard, but there was no blood dripping out of him. Only cum. 
The thought of mounting this boy, pre-lubed with the cum of those hot brothers, was just about to send me over the edge. I wanted to find the other two boys first, though. 
I moved around in front of the coherent kid and asked him where his other two buddies were. He moaned and looked over to his right, at another door on the far side of the room. He then looked back at me, with a pleading look in his eyes. 
I stood up and walked to the door, opened it, and walked into the next room. This was obviously the room where meat was butchered, and sausages were made for the meat shop. There were cleavers, hooks, hacksaws, meat grinders, and sausage-making machines. There was an over-sized butcher-block island in the middle of the room. Dark stains covered most of it. Some of the stains looked very fresh. I found the light switch and turned on the overhead light. 
There was a walk-in freezer door to my left. Another freezer-type door next to it, that had a sign on in saying ‘aged meat’. The other three doors in the room were normal doors. One leading into the meat shop, one that said ‘smokehouse’, and the other into yet another room. I decided to try the next room, first. 
I walked into the last room in the building and turned on the light. It turned out to be a tanning room. There were skins all over the place. Some stretched out along the walls. Some across drying racks. There were stacks and stacks of skins piled up on a table across the rear of the room. 
The skins were all different shapes and sizes. Most were a light tan color. I inspected one of the skins stretched out along one of the walls. It seemed a lot larger than a pig’s skin should be. On closer inspection, it became obvious where these skins had come from. Young human males. I ran my hand across a flattened nipple on the skin in front of me. 
I suppose I should’ve been shocked and horrified. Instead, I was totally turned on. The thought of all these skins once belonging to healthy young males, was getting me hard again. 
I checked out one of the stacks of skins along the back wall. The hides were so smooth and hairless. A few of the hides had tattoos on them. 
At this point, I didn’t have to wonder what happened to the two boys I was looking for. Now I was curious to see what their bodies looked like. 
I turned out the light in the tanning room and closed the door. I doubted that the boys would be in the freezer, so I opened the door to the aging room. Bingo. 
There, hanging by hooks through their ankles, were not only the two boys I’d been looking for, but three other young male bodies, as well. Each of the five bodies had been gutted and skinned. They were all headless and handless. I touched the hanging meat closest to me. It was slightly sticky. I stuck my hand in the chest cavity and felt along the ribs. Even in the extreme cold, my hard-on wasn’t going away. 
There were tags on the hooks that pierced the right ankle of each body. They each had a date written on them. One of the bodies had been there six days. Two had been there three days. The final two had today’s date on them. These were the two I’d been looking for. Now, they’re nothing more than meat. 
Thought I’d check out the smokehouse next. As I was leaving the aging-room, I noticed two five-gallon buckets full on internal organs. No need to wonder where those came from. They’d probably be disposed of the next day. 
Inside the smokehouse, I found three more young male bodies hanging from hooks. These three had been dismembered. There were three torsos hanging in the middle of the room, surrounded by arms and legs on either side. Damn. These brothers had been really busy, harvesting young males for their business, and pleasure. Made me wish I’d been born into their family. 
Finally, I checked out the freezer. Lots and lots of packaged meat on the shelves. The packages were all different shapes and sizes. Each had markings on them. Thigh. Pec. Ribs. Butt. I was so tempted to take some home with me. 
I started wondering if the two captive young males in the next room knew what had happened to their buddies. I doubted it. They probably had no idea they were going to end up in the bellies of those five brothers, not to mention their customers, myself included. 
As I left the butchering room, just before shutting off the light, I noticed several homemade leather aprons hanging by the door. 
Moving back into the room with the two spread-eagle captives, I turned on the flashlight once again. There were small, high windows and a skylight in this room, so I didn’t turn on any lights. Didn’t want to draw any attention from outside the building. 
Not one to pass up a golden opportunity, and having a hard-on that wouldn’t go away, I decided to indulge myself in a hot piece of ass before leaving. Hell, these boys were nothing more than meat now, anyway. It’s not like anyone was going to know. 
I set the flashlight down on the floor, next to the coherent one. Then, I stripped off my t-shirt and shorts, and dropped them on the floor near his head. He started moaning again, knowing what was on my mind. 
I knelt down on the mattress, between his outstretched legs, and slowly ran my hands up and down his perfect, young body. So smooth and muscular. I imagined his beautiful hide stretched out on the wall of the tanning room. I imagined his skinned meat hanging in the smokehouse. 
I spit into my right hand, and rubbed it over my cock. Then, I slowly rubbed the head up and down his butt-crack, until I found his hole. I slowly pushed forward, until the head was completely inside the kid. He moaned, loudly. I placed the palms of my hands on his muscular shoulders, and continued to enter his tight hole. 
Once my cock was completely buried inside that hot little ass, I laid on top of the boy, slowly screwing his tight, warm hole. He continued moaning, loudly. I licked his neck, and the side of his face. 
Thoughts kept running through my mind, as I screwed the boy. 
Yesterday, this beautiful young male was probably enjoying his first year of college. Frat parties, girlfriends, baseball games, working out with his buddies in the gym. Now, he was nothing more than a young, muscular pig, soon to be slaughtered and eaten. 
I couldn’t hold back any more. My balls emptied their load into the young pig beneath me. Man, that felt good. I just laid on top of him for a few minutes. 
Daylight was quickly approaching, so I pulled out of the boy and wiped myself off with my t-shirt. Then I pulled on my shorts, grabbed the flashlight, and headed for the door. After one last look at the two hot, young, captive boys, I stepped outside and locked the door. I doubted that I’d ever see either one of them again, but I was sure I’d be tasting their fine meat in the near future. 
When I got back to my house, I washed up and crawled into bed. Even though I was dead tired, my mind was still racing. This night had been more exciting than any fantasy I’d ever come up with, while jerking off. 
I wondered if there were any way I could become business partners with the brothers. How do I go about letting them know that I’m aware of what they’re doing, without ending up in the smokehouse, myself? Maybe, if I captured a young stud, myself, and offered him as a token of my sincerity. 
Those were my last thoughts as I drifted off to sleep. 

THE END (or maybe not)