BigSarge by Ant-Boy Chapter Two [Formatted A4, Times New Roman, 12]
Warning: This is a homoerotic tale written for fun to be read for fun. If you don't like it; Blah! Blah! Blah!
However - if you do please let author know Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk
'Get up on your knees lad and open that mouth of yours.'
My whole body was dripping wet and filthy from the mess on the floor but I knelt there as instructed with my head bowed down until he grabbed hold of it by the hair and wrenching it upright continued, 'Just look at these man cocks here. You will crawl up to each one and beg to suck it.' When I didn't respond at once he slapped my head with his other hand and half dragged me forward to what looked like eight inches of fully erect manhood being rapidly given a hand job.
'Don't waste your energy man. Use this cum boys' mouth to take care of your wants. He's begging for it, aren't you boy?'
'Yes Sir. Please may I suck your cock Sir? Cum in or over me Sir.'
That cock I could only see out of the corner of my eyes now was placed carefully just inside my mouth and then as its owner got a little bolder slowly further and deeper until it came up against the back of my throat causing me to gag slightly. I could sense it was about to be withdrawn even though I closed my lips tightly round it but heard the man say, 'Here. Grab hold of his hair and bend his head back so you drop down easier.'
That was easy for him to say. It was my hair and my throat being attacked. The floor was hard and that cock was reacting just as it should, violating my mouth and throat, pulling in and out over my clamped lips. He was pulling my hair so hard and so far backwards I required every little brain cell still working to gasp enough oxygen through my leaking nose to remain conscious. My body felt several streams of cum and piss land on it, probably being orchestrated by the man who started to abuse me. It was fantastic.
Bang. Bang. My hair was gripped even tighter and my face and his groin crashed into each other as his cock started shooting cum; cum; cum; down my throat and filling my mouth when I was unable to swallow fast enough. Finally his spasms finished and he pulled out, remnants of his cum leaking from my mouth and down my chin. My original tormenters denim clad groin reappeared before me. I knew it was him because the first thing he did was backhand me across the face, left and right, 'I didn't hear you thank the nice man,' and he backhanded me again.
'Thank you for allowing me to milk your cock sir.'
'That's better. Did you like it boy?'
'No Sir. This boy is here to serve, not to enjoy.'
That was one hell of a lie. I'd enjoyed every single aspect of my abuse and degradation; all my body wanted now was more of the same. It was what my body needed. What it was crying out for deep inside where that other part of me lived, the part that could fly, could separate and look down on its host being hurt. I wanted to revel in the pain and humiliation.
'Anyone else want this lads mouth at the moment?' I couldn't have argued as he'd grasped hold of my hair again and had one boot pressing against my groin, not hard but enough to know I'd get hurt if I tried to move. There were no immediate acceptances but someone said, 'No, but I'd sure like to piss over him while someone beats his arse. Dirty boys like him need to be punished don't they?'
'You hear that?' asked the man holding my hair, 'You'd better get back down flat on the floor so I can give the man what he wants.'
As usual I hesitated a moment only to receive a couple of slashes across my back with the leather belt. 'Get down there boy.'
Why do I hesitate? Is it because I need to be forced, or because I'm just a glutton for punishment? Bits of both I think but I'm sure to some extent its because that part of me starting to disengage with the rest of my body takes time to transmit information back and forth. Whatever, the strokes across my back were no love taps and I cried out, even while doing as told and laying my body flat, face down on the dirty wet floor.
Leather booted feet appeared either side of my head, 'Head up, look forward,' and they shuffled claming my head between them with the toes pushing at my shoulders. 'Wrap your arms round my ankles boy. You better hold on tight as this is going to hurt.' I obeyed quickly this time, pulling my body forward to my shoulders were resting on the toes of his boots, my head trapped firmly now between his ankles and wrapped my arms tightly behind his legs.
'Who wants the belt then.'
Someone took it as shortly I felt some love taps fall across my unprotected backside. 'Don't pussyfoot about. Whop that arse hard, that's what you want isn't it boy?
'If it pleases you sir.'
I don't know if someone else took control of the belt but the next blow landed with much more force. Crack! Crack! A slight pause and I just started to breath again when, Crack! Crack! Crack!
I yelled. You would have done.
'Go on. Beat him again. Make him cry. Punish him. Belt him.'
All around sounded as if they were getting off and I was definitely aware of piss streams falling on my poor abused body. It seemed that as soon as one finished another took its place. Whoever had control of the belt didn't hold back any more either. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
My body was jerking and writhing around on the wet slimy floor and I held on to the legs trapping my head even tighter. My eyes were streaming, I was calling out for it to 'Stop, Please stop. I'll do anything you want. Don't hit me any more. Please. Please.'
The beating finished.
I just collapsed, as far as was possible, gasping for breath with my eyes and nose streaming, I was still moaning when I had breath to spare. My front felt nearly as sore from the writhing about on the floor, but I still held tightly to the legs trapping my head.
'God that a red backside,' I heard, then felt someone's boot being placed on it and twisted across my cheeks causing me to cry out 'No', again.
'Yeah,' came from someone else, 'Don't think it could take much more. Pity, It was good the way he cried and squirmed. I could use a boy like that any day.'
'There's still his back. That's still nice and white. You'd like us to whip your back boy wouldn't you?'
'Oh please sir. Whip boy all you want sir. Enjoy hurting me Sir's.'
'Are you sure?' someone asked. 'Should we really be doing this to him. It must hurt.'
'I'm supposed to be hurt Sir. Its what this boy is for, what he's worth. I'll get punished later but right now he should be whipped.'
Ohoops! That was letting the cat out of the bag slightly but I don't think anyone really caught on being too busy jacking off over my dirty red arsed body.
It was only the feet trapping my head squeezing slightly tighter, if that was possible, that gave me any warning. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! On and on, sometimes quickly following, sometimes with a pause. I was yelling and throwing my body about risking damage from my contortions and contact with the floor. 'Stop! Stop! More! Flog me! Help! Don't! Go on!'
There were two quite separate persons now it seemed. One pleading for the torture to cease and the other encouraging even more and more abuse. I was yelling and crying and flying and floating. I didn't know where I was or who I was and I didn't care. I just wanted it to stop. I wanted it to continue. To go on forever.
All of a sudden the beam of a powerful torch flooded the restroom and everything stopped and all went silent.
'Well now. And just what is going on here in one of the Republics dirtiest restrooms?'
'Just a boy needing a little chastisement Sarge,' came from the man still trapping my head.
'Looks like he's been well chastised from here. Everyone finished with him, I'll have to take him back to the station to sort things out.'
'How long have I got Sarge?' asked the boots trapping my head.
'Fifteen long enough?' came the reply.
'Will be, I nearly shot twice already. Can I take him outside where we can see better. I want to rape his sorry red arse.'
Reaching down he grabbed the chain round my neck and jerked me upright, 'That's right ain't bit boy? Your arse just waiting for my hot cock to rape it?'
I had no need to answer as he pulled my wet, dirty naked body along behind him, past the suddenly sheepish grins and downcast heads of the audience who'd only a few moments before been encouraging the abuse of my body.
'That's alright fellows,' the Sarge reassured them, 'Boy like this only fit for one thing and I can see you attended to that. I've got no problems with you, nothing illegal with what you been up to. Just this boy arrested for being naked in a public place.'
By this time I'd been led/dragged outside under the moonlight and over to a picnic table where my body was roughly flung down lengthwise.
'Grab hold the other end boy and open your legs. I'm going to stick my rod up your arse and fuck the life out of you.'