Tommy and Jane are teenage cousins who've been best friends since childhood. They're both eighteen now, and in the warm summer months, they spend a lot of time playing in the old barn up the road, playing hide-and-seek in the straw piles, climbing up into the loft to throw rocks at the bats that live in the upper reaches of the ceiling. A group of farmhands from up the road knows this and have been waiting for the right time to make their move. That moment is now. Tommy is distracted, watching the bats shift and settle on the rafters, and Jane is in the act of opening the barn door to let in a little more light. The farmhands, five in all, burst through the door and catch them both unawares. Kicking and struggling, Tommy is no match for four of them at once, and Jane can only watch helplessly in the grip of her captor as Dick's wrists are tied together and the rope secured to a low rafter. Jimmy, the ringleader, barks out orders to the others.
"Get his pants down! Bring her over here." Jane is half-dragged, half-carried to a kneeling position in front of Tommy, her face a few inches from his dick. "Suck his cock, slut," one of the farmhands commands, grabbing Tommy's limp member and stroking it, pushing it against her tightly closed lips. She tries to turn her head away, but another man grabs her face and turns it back, digging his thumb into her cheek to force her mouth open.
"Come on," he coaxes. "Suck it." Tommy has become hard as a rock by this point, and moans aloud as his cock is pushed into Jane's unwilling mouth.