It had been a week since my encounter with the chav lads in the field and now I lived in fear of them getting back in touch. My mm and dad had contacted me to say that they had extended their holiday so I would be alone for quite a while longer. One evening at around six, my mobile rang, it was the number of Carl, the eldest chav lad. 'Hey faggot', he said brightly.
'Hi' I mumbled reluctantly.
'Listen', he said, 'you get yourself round to my house for 7 or the photos will be posted of you taking our dicks and begging us to spunk on your worthless fucking face'.
'OK'.
I went to the bathroom and I washed,shaved and dressed in preparation for my night of humiliation.
At 5 to 7 I arrived at house I was expected, a run down terraced house in the middle of a council estate, I knocked and went in. In the middle of the large room to which I entered there was a large table with a collection of armchairs forming a circle around it. The chairs were filled with a group of tracksuit-clad chavs who were drinking, smoking and wanking their huge dicks.
As I was about to approach the chair, Carl approached me from behind and tapped me on the shoulder, 'wotcha faggot', he sneered, 'get fucking naked and don't say a fucking word'. I nodded, and, with tears in my eyes, began to strip for the perverse pleasure of the watching chavs. When I was stood in just my boxers I was told to stop and beckoned into the middle of the circle of chairs and stood in front of the first chav. His hands reached out and seized the elastic on my boxers, twanging it as hard as he could, I winced in pain and he laughed, taking a knife from his tracksuit pocket and slitting the material from the waistband down my arse crack. He laughed as my arse was exposed and grabbed my cheek, squeezing and slapping it.
Carl pointed to the next chair and I moved along to the next chav, where he turned me around and shoved the fingers of his right hand into my mouth, instructing me to suck. I obliged, licking and slurping desperate to get the fingers moist. I was then turned back around and felt the chav press his finger on my hole, before jabbing forward and penetrating me with four fingers. I groaned, my dick standing to attention as the chavs cackled with laughter. Carl gestured for a young boy, a lot younger than me, to move forward and suck my cock. The chav who's fist was lodged in my arsehole pulled me back and sat me on his knee and moved his arm deeper before retracting, using his huge forearm to fuck me. This pressure on my prostate and the young boy's mouth on my dick pushed me over the edge and I exploded, cum rushing down the boy's throat.
The chav flung me forward and pulled his fist from my arse and I was sent to the next chair. There, the chav instructed me to bend over and took a deep drag on his cigarette, he leant forwards and blew the smoke into my hole, singing the pink ring, left bald from my shaving. He then picked up his bottle of lager and shoved the next of the bottle into my well used hole and poured the contents into my hole. Carl stepped forwards and swilled me around, laying me on the floor and holding my legs up in the air. The young boy who had given me a blowjob just minutes before was dragged forwards and his mouth brought to my hole. I was then ordered to push, and a rush of lager was passed from my hole into the mouth of the youngster who gulped, but stayed firm. His mouth was pulled up from my arsehole and brought to my mouth, I kissed him deeply and passionately as the chavs laughed and took photos of the pair of us.
I was dragged from the young boy after two minutes and continued around the circle of shame. The humiliations each continued for around an hour until I reached the start again. Carl then grabbed my arms and pulled me onto the table in the middle of the circle and shoved his cock into my arse and began the fuck me brutally. Fortunately all my humiliation and made his very horny and after a minute he pulled out and shot his stream of cum onto my face, which I was told not to clean off.
I was then told my humiliation was mover for today, but be back on Saturday, in two days time. Before I could leave Carl picked up a menacing six-inch butt plug, which was slipped into my battered hole and I was told not to take it out until Saturday night. I was then released and allowed to return home.