BigSarge by Ant-Boy Chapter Six [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 enjoy please let author know Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk
Chapter Six
I heard a vehicle pull up out front, followed shortly by doors slamming, laughing voices coming round the other garage and then, they as shocked as myself, the two young men Big Sarge had allowed to use me briefly a couple of weeks back.
'Now that's a nice surprise, been looking all over for you,' one of them said, 'Told you we'd enjoy a longer session.'
'Looks like we going to get one now, and some.' Said the other. 'What can we do with him?' turning to my host.
'Whatever you like,' he replied. 'Just leave his backside alone for now. I'm going to take him to the truck park later and auction it off. You can fuck it though, just plug him after, you know they like a dirty arse down there.'
'Can we take his gag out? We like to hear and anyway will need his mouth anyway.'
'OK. Better use the den, sound travels this time of day. Take his piss tube out as well. He can drink from the tap in future.'
How long had I been here? It was already turning dusk. What did he mean about auctioning my backside?
They unclipped my restraints and led me into the other garage. Once inside and the door closed I discovered it to be laid out for torture, not storing motor vehicles. The whole place was painted black apart from red tile paint covering the floor. The two lads had been here before as they rushed round quickly flicking switches and lighting candles bathing the whole room in soft red flickering light apart from some mini white spots over some equipment in the centre. When that got lit up I turned to go. Too late.
My host was standing right behind holding a camcorder in one hand and easily catching and holding me with the other. 'I told you once in, no change of mind.' What about my friends here anyway, they've come all this way for a bit of fun and now find you here to play with they can really go to town. I should get a film out of this I can sell for more than all of their other ones put together.'
I don't know what would have happened if I'd made a real effort to get away then. I will admit to being frightened as to what might happen but there was also this other side that wanted to endure, to take anything he could throw at me, the same side of me that would visit dirty rest stops in the middle of the night dressed in little more than the straps I wore now. Also Big Sarge had some idea of where I'd gone and told me I'd get out in one piece. Even so, I was shaking when they came for me.
The lads had striped right off and now wore little more than studded leather jocks, some odd bits of chain and harness, their original boots, and a couple of small eye masks. I recognised them now from a couple of very vanilla S&M films I'd seen, very vanilla but nice as background for the bodies of the two lads who jerked off for the camera. I'd liked the look of them when Sarge gave them a quick go at me; I'd thought then a longer session might be fun. I'd not been thinking of the type of session it seemed was about to occur.
My host pushed me toward them and I just made out the whir of his camcorder starting, then forgot all about him as they lit into me with hardly a word. One grabbed my shoulders from behind and spun me round to face the cam while the other punched me in the stomach, not quite as hard as it could have been but sufficient to knock the wind out of me and with the other pushing my shoulders I realised I should fold down to the floor. Once down there they wasted little time and fewer words strapping my wrists together, pulling a chain down from the roof to attach them to, then two further chains they attached to each ankle.
Bending to my head the ball gag was removed from my mouth and while I was licking and swallowing to clear my mouth, the tube stuck up my prick was jerked out without warning.
I yelled, for a split second it was an indescribable pain, gone almost at once, just leaving a memory of hell as I heard a clanking and found my legs were being raised from the floor by a hoist that just kept on turning, my legs stretched apart, till my whole body was hanging upside down, my head lying at right angles on the smooth painted floor.
'If we can't warm his arse outside, how about inside?' one of the lads asked my host.
'Don't see why not.'
It wasn't the expected cock that followed a shot of cold grease up my hole however but several fingers, forcing their way straight through my arse lips and turning to twist and pull inside my hole. My body was twisting and scraping against the floor in protest at the invasion and abuse and my mouth was keeping them good company.
'Lets shut him up a bit,' followed by that clanking again and discovering my arms were being pulled up by the chain attached to my bound wrists very shortly followed by my body as the clanking continued. Very shortly I discovered myself hanging from outstretched legs and combined arms a few feet from the floor. It was difficult to hold my head up but I did see a thinner choke chain fitted behind my balls and attached overhead where, when it was released, some weight was applied to assist the stretching my balls.
My head fell back as it was too much effort to hold it up and I couldn't see what else they were doing to me. Next were fingers prising my mouth open to fit a solid rubber covered ring just behind my teeth with straps fastened off behind my head. I knew what its use was but had only seen one before; never had one fitted or thought it would be needed. I was wrong.
Only a moment later a cock was fed through the ring and part way down my throat accompanied by fingers twisting and pinching my nipples. 'This is one face fuck you wont forget in a hurry.' Apart from my body being hung up and my head falling toward the floor it didn't seem that different so far. The fingers invading my arse were removed and wiped over my chest, shortly to be replaced by the warm solid rod of an aroused cock forcing a violent entrance and not stopping until fully home. This of course swung my body to make my mouth engulf the cock there down to its bush the gag reflex passing quickly due to the angle of my neck.
Breathing was difficult, the cocks filling my mouth and arse were not moving as normal which would have eased the situation, the fingers attacking my nipples were removed and a voice 'Now.'
My body went into spasms, upward, sideways, crashing back down against the chains and back up again as what felt like a pair of prongs were stuck against my body, again and again. My thighs, my sides, my stomach, just once on my groin, that was the worse. Pure unadulterated agony. All the time those cocks spit roasting me from either end remained static, it was the gyrations of my body working on them that caused the increase of blood, that caused them to swell even larger, to throb to heat up.
They were however pushing harder and deeper inside me, 'More. Do him again. Increase the dose. Go on, hurt him.' They were the sort of comments I could hear above a almost continuous moaning I suddenly realised was coming from my own mouth escaping round that plug of a cock. It sounded almost inhuman; the state my body was being subjected to right then was inhuman. Shock after shock after shock.
'Enough,' came a shout and the attack ceased as the cock filling my mouth was withdrawn and rapidly wanked off over my face. 'Don't waste it,' and a hand scraped the resulting mess into my mouth while holding my head upright by its hair. Shortly after the cock in my arse did the same, shooting over my stomach and feeding me the result after removing the mouth ring.
They let my body down to lie limply on the cold floor. I couldn't have moved to save my life. When someone said they wanted a piss and I had to return outside I didn't even respond when being kicked in the side and finally was picked up by my arms and legs, carried out to a muddy area when they just dropped me and pissed all over my body. I didn't, just couldn't, care. The pain had ceased but my body was still in denial and withdrawal.
It was only when I saw raw footage a few weeks later I became aware the boys had only maintained contact with my body with their cocks, their hands holding the chains above my body, while the camera man, my original abuser, kept on poking my body with a battery powered cattle rod.
No wonder I made no response when first released, still made little reaction when moved, hosed down, carried to and laid face down in the back of that dark windowed truck I'd seen before, my face toward the rear door. Even when they all climbed in the cab and the vehicle started to move I was only just recovering.
I'd forgotten. He'd said he was going to sell my arse!