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 Seven
I must have actually dozed off and only came to when I felt the vehicle pull quickly to a stop and the cab doors open and slam close. I was still laying on my stomach facing the rear doors when they were flung open and a subdued light flooded in.
'Hell, he ain't joking. He had got a lad with a pert arse laying out here. How much to fuck it did you say?'
There was a fair amount of whispering and grumbling then my original abuser climbed in and after raising my groin to shove what felt, and smelt, like an old dirty tarp underneath pointing my backside up in the air, clipped the wrist and ankle straps still attached to rings conveniently placed in each corner of the van.
'Right. He's ready now, which ones first?'
'What if he yell's? Don't want too much attention.'
'He wont,' bending down to look in my face, 'You know better than to make too much noise don't you?' accompanied by a couple of slaps. 'Just to be safe though,' he reached into the corner and pulling my head up let it fall back down on a rank piss soaked rag. 'That's my old piss and cum filled jock. If he gets too loud just shove that in his mouth. We're off to get a takeaway, don't be long.'
Fuck! He'd left me at the mercy of a bunch of strangers who could do almost anything they wanted and any objections on my part would only result on being gagged by the rank rag lying under my face. This wasn't going to be like my own trips out to be fucked where I did at least have some control over what abuse would happen to my body.
One of the groins standing round in front of the open door stepped forward, for that was all my view allowed, a series of dirty overalls, jeans and a few shorts from thigh to stomach against the shadowed light. He pulled a thick flaccid uncut cock through the gap of his overalls. 'Suck on this lad. You better get it nice and wet before I use it to plug your sweet tight arse hole.'
Well, I may not be quite as sweet or tight as he thought but could see what was hanging there would not find an easy entrance however much I licked and lubed. Even hanging down in its semi limp state what I saw was not a normal prick by any description. It had to be at least ten inches long and I'd never close my fingers round it now, let alone when it woke up. Even Big Sarge would have looked small beside it.
He stuck a small brown bottle under my nose, 'Take a big hot lad, it should help.' Poppers, thank god! Id be needing all the help I could get.
While he held my head loosely and started to wipe his rapidly hardening cock along my lips as if I was playing a mouth organ I felt the van bounce as a couple of people clambered in along side me. 'Are you sure this is OK pop? We can just fuck this arse and no comebacks?'
'You saw me pay the man didn't you. That arse belongs to us for the next thirty minutes and I need you two getting it ready for me. Strip off and fuck boys, I know you love an audience.'
I never did get to see what his sons looked like but judging him as under forty would put them as no more than twenty and it was obvious they did like an audience and the van jiggled around some more as I guessed they were striping off and then, with no warning, several fingers were brutally shoved straight in my hole. I yelped and tried to pull my body away from the invasion.
'He's wet but still tight pop. Shouldn't need any more lube.'
'You warn me before doing that again boys; I was just about to find out how welcoming his mouth was. You oil him up good anyway, He'll need all the help he can get when I take your place.'
It felt as if a whole tube of some thick cold grease or cream was injected in my arse then, 'here I go,' and it was followed by a stiff cock wasting no time in plunging straight down and up to the hilt. The feeling of that thick grease being pushed deep inside my gut was like shitting in reverse, most peculiar. I must have made some sound as the massive cock asked, 'you like that then lad?' Actually I did. The cock was a nice warm rod that fitted perfectly and was now sliding slowly in and out with a natural rhythm I tried to meet. Also, the feeling when the grease started warming up and coating all my gut rather than just the usual arse lips was somehow soothing.
'Yes, thought you'd like my boys. They do a good arse fuck, can keep it up all night between them but we've not got the time. Pity, you've a much better body than most of the boy's I buy them.'
He used his fingers to prise my mouth open and stuck the tip of his cock between me teeth, 'Its all right. I'm not going to fuck your pretty little face lad; I'd have to knock all your teeth out for that. No reason you shouldn't suck on me for a bit though.'
Actually, once my mouth managed to accommodate his girth and the knowledge, hopefully truth, that he wouldn't be trying to get that weapon down my throat, did leave no reason why I shouldn't be sucking away. I was in fact quite enjoying myself. The cock up my arse had increased its speed and could be felt almost sloshing around now that whatever grease had been used was warmed up. He was actually a good fucker, big enough to feel without massive pain, good steady and increasing stroke, and his hands gripping my upper thighs to obtain better grip and angle. He was fucking my arse and intent on his own pleasure, in the process giving me quite a bit as well.
I sucked happily on the fathers weapon, almost forgetting where it would be later as my body surrendered to the attack on my rear. It was, of course, too good to last. The cock up my arse speeded up and unloaded almost without my notice as his thrusts forced more of the father's weapon in my mouth and hitting the back of my throat. Both cocks were withdrawn at almost the same time and my arse was penetrated again, but this time by a considerably larger object and one quite prepared to ram my body through the floor of the van. It was a good thing my mouthful had been removed as I had some trouble not to allow more than the odd whimper or groan escape my lips. This boy knew he was hurting me and obtaining enjoyment from the fact.
'Take it lad,' came from the body before my face, 'He's just opening you up for me. Do you want gagging?' I shook my head. I had no wish for the soaking and stinking filthy jock at present under my chin to be jammed in my mouth. Apart from anything else I'd have to swallow some of the contents and even just smelling it made me gag. So I took it.
Actually, once my body got over the initial forced entry it wasn't too bad. His problem was that he thought the only way to hurt me lay in a forced fuck and I'd been forced, fucked and hurt by experts. He needed training in how to sexually abuse a body and I felt disinclined to assist. At least he was opening my hole somewhat in preparation for the assault to come.
He wasted so much energy and concentration in showing the audience how good he was that he started shooting before he wanted. I heard him, 'Shit! Fuck! Too soon!' And he didn't leave much of a deposit either.
'How was he?' asked the father, causing the truck to tip to one side as he clambered aboard.
'Waste of time,' I replied. Probably a stupid remark in my present circumstances but he was. His brother earlier had actually done a better job of preparing my hole for the violation about to occur.
My smart remark resulted in a fist alongside my head from one of the boys exiting the truck and a follow-up comment from the father. 'You leave him alone now, you've had your turn and he only said what I've told you before when I share a boy with you.' Then, with a change of tone, 'You just try and relax lad, one of you boys popper him up, he's about to get royally fucked.'
The welcome bottle appeared under my nose to be gratefully inhaled. I'd seen what was already probing at the rosebud of my hole, I'd even felt part of it in my mouth, and still couldn't believe it was about to force its way inside and up my gut. There was no way my hole could stretch for that.
It tried though; I'll give it that. He pushed hard at my hole and as I held my breath I actually thought for a moment he'd break through, but no. Even so it hurt.
'Feed him more poppers, he's got to relax more.' The bottle reappeared, this time accompanied by a young face surrounded by damp wiry hair and the most kissable lips.
'You have to let him in. He get there one way or another, what can I do to help?'
'Poppers, and kiss me when he tries again please.' Where did I get the cheek to ask that? This family, and the audience I'd almost forgotten about, had to be as hetro and butch as possible. I'd get my head kicked in for that.
Now I considered it there were voices all around, jostling for space and a view into the truck of my spread-eagled body and the monster cock about to split me. 'Go on. Fuck the cunt. Rape that boy arse. Make him yell,' and other like comments.
The bottle, the feelings of a baseball bat at my rear, and, two hands holding my head and that set of lips clamped tightly against mine. What actually caused my body to allow an entrance I have no idea but I couldn't ignore the fact that something had invaded my arse, something broader than it had ever experienced before. Something that still had to reach the depths beyond normal access.