Customs

Customs -- by Ant-Boy@Hotmail.co.uk

Only continue if your scene goes for M-to-M sex. Multiracial, forced, watersports, S&M. [It takes a couple of pages to get going] If you only reading to be shocked or under age of consent or against law where you are then please go elsewhere. --------------------------------------------------- I'd never had a customs examination like this before, but then I'd never had it suggested so strongly that I should quickly leave the country either. I suppose the last report I'd submitted claiming the defence Minister was on the take had been a bit strong, but issuing instructions I must undertake a full medical just to get his own back was a bit much.

Actually I was really sorry to be leaving. Generally I liked the people, the weather, the food, and especially the willing night time companions. However, I'd regrettably had to take the warning seriously and was now parked outside the dusty customs post undergoing a full inspection of my luggage on a table in the rear compound whilst probably my car was undergoing the same out front. Just had to hope they didn't damage it or steal too much. It seemed I really had got the ministers back up.

Every had seemed normal as I pulled up at the border crossing in the bright sunshine. Getting out to enter the custom post to have my passport checked as I'd done so many times I took little notice of the bunch of trainees exercising in the rear compound. Normally the site of a dozen or so half naked, young, brown and black bodies would have received more than a quick glance but my mind was on other things today and their being way out here rather than at the main camp, as normal for new recruits, nearer town didn't register.

Handing my passport over the counter the first shock was when the smiling black face told me, 'The Captain wants to see you.' I'd never had trouble before and had nearly always used this post on my in and out of the country.

The next was being taken out back where the Captain sat behind a table on the shaded veranda, facing fenced rear compound. 'You've annoyed the wrong people,' he told me. 'Sorry. I've been instructed to give you a full examination before you leave.'

How he managed to say that with a straight face was beyond me considering he'd been one of my favourite regular night time companions. Six foot of jet black well developed mid thirties manhood with a cock that knew just how to make itself felt, several times a night. He'd told me a couple of nights ago that fucking my white arse was more fun than his wife or the boys he had when on duty.

One of the things I was sorry to be leaving behind was the countryside's freedom from any hang-ups when it came to gay sex. It was taken almost for granted. My cases were carried in, placed on the table and quickly examined. No one bothered the contents much and they were quickly closed and put down leaving the table bare.

'Everything OK then?' I asked.

'I said a full examination,' the Captain replied, looking me straight in the eye. 'These recruits are here to watch how its done,' with a wave toward the young men who had now, I noticed, stopped exercising and had gathered round a few yards off. I supposed he was giving me a warning of sorts not to place any faith on our previous meetings. Considering we'd actually had a fumble in the room behind him one evening and half the others staff were aware of it had no bearing on this situation.

'What do you mean by a full examination then?' I asked.

'Medical. To make sure you are leaving the country in the same state you entered. Don't want you making complaints later of hash treatment or anything. My Sergeant will take photos to prove it. Strip off.'

Medical? Strip? Here in the open air with all this audience? I looked him in the face to receive the slightest of grins and head nod. It seemed there was no choice. Obviously the Minister had sent the trainees out so they could report back that Id been properly embarrassed as I left.

I had no real trouble striping off, about half the regular staff had seen me that way at different times and it took only a few moments to remove my shirts, shorts and jock, standing in just bare feet and old trainers I used for driving.

'Turn round,' the Sergeant said, and he couldn't help grinning. Last time he'd seen my naked arse was about a month ago when he beat it and pissed over it before he fucked me nice and long. All he had on now was a pair of tight fitting khaki shorts, his muscular dark brown body glistening with a light covering of perspiration in the sunlight.

The only problem was, as I turned and saw all those young virile sweating black bodies dressed just in thin cotton exercise shorts that left little to the imagination, my cock took off on its own and stood to attention in response. That brought a round of grins and sniggers as fingers pointed and whispers began. The contents of at least half the shorts, from what I could see, responded the same way.

After a couple of clicks with the camera the Sergeant told one of the other custom officers to check I wasn't smuggling anything out of the country and told the lads to gather round and see how such an examination could proceed.

The officer told me to open my mouth and then used his fingers to feel around inside it `Empty,' he said, before wiping his hand down my front, flicking my nipples on the way. 'Have to make sure there's nothing here,' lifting my ball sac and gripping it tightly. He pulled it to one side and then the other as if showing everyone there was nothing hidden. They all seemed to crowd closer for a better look as he pulled and twisted my balls causing me to grimace and flinch.

Then dropping my balls, grabbed my shoulders and spun me round to face the table again.

'Bend over.'

'What?' I asked.

'Rectal exam,' said the Captain, this time with a smile.

Oh Hell! I bent forward, resting my hands on the table.

'Right over.'

Hands took my arms and lowered me fully on to the table. My face was almost off the other side looking right into the Captains crotch, my arms dangling over the edge. My cock and balls were pushing at the other table edge with my legs on the ground.

The Captain pushed his chair back and stood up, to remove his shirt. Before he sat back down, , he bent and whispered in my ear. 'You can take this, you may even enjoy it. I've got no choice but I'll do what I can if it gets too much.' Then louder, 'I sent for the Minister when we heard you were leaving through this post.'

As he sat back down my legs were roughly kicked apart and almost before I knew it my ankles and wrists were strapped to opposing table legs. As I lay there, helpless and exposed, I heard a car horn outside the compound, the sound of gates being opened, car drive inside and stop, gates close and then a couple of car doors slam.

I only had noises to go on. With my head in that position all I could see was a few feet of floorboards and the Captains crotch. He stood up again, moving his chair back. 'Here he is Sir! Just as ordered.'

A new pair of feet appeared in my view, highly polished boots accompanied by a voice I knew. 'I didn't much like that report you submitted. Caused me some problems. Made me lose face. So now I'll make sure you lose face also. When the staff here have examined you fully, and shown my new recruits how it's done, then they'll turn you over to them to practice for the evening. And it will all be filmed. Let's see what your paper has to say about that then. It's not my scene so I'll just stay to see you started. Look forward to the film though. What do you say to that?'

There wasn't much I could say was there. And I knew it wasn't his scene. He'd rather rape prepubescent girls. It was only his position as Defence Minister that allowed him to get away with it but rumours had started to get around. They may have been easy going as far as gay sex was concerned by hetro sex outside marriage was a big no. He'd be caught out sooner or later. I just hoped it was sooner. Anyway. I just kept my mouth shut. 'Show the lads how a full examination is done Sergeant.'

'Show the lads how a full examination is done Sergeant,' The Minister said and stood back. I heard a couple of chairs being moved and then my restricted view was filled by the Captains now naked crotch as he sat back down fondling his cock and balls.

'Gather round and observe closely.'

I felt fingers probing at my hole. 'This whitey is no different from you or me. Two holes to fill and his cock and balls which we'll get to later. The difference is you may not ever have a chance to examine a white boy so closely again so make the most of it.'

White boy? I was twenty two, nearly six foot, sun bleached short fair hair and what I considered was a good body. After all, I still ran every day and swam on most. But then again, compared to most of the population, especially those in the forces, I suppose I did look a bit like a boy. They all seemed to be built like professional footballers players compared to me.

I felt several other hands tentatively touch my spread-eagled body. 'Here. Stretch those cheeks apart,' as a pair of hands were placed on each cheek, pulling them slightly open, fully exposing my hole to view. 'There are three ways to examine an arse like this. One is with a medical instrument. Two is with your fingers like this,' and a couple of greased fingers stuck themselves straight inside me, pushing in as far as possible, twisting and gripping, causing me to flail up as far as the straps would allow as a couple of groans left my lips.

That examination went on for a few moments, the hand being withdrawn and replaced by a new one several times.

'The third way is this.' The hands were removed and I felt a cock pushing at my entrance. 'I prefer ways two and three myself.' With that the cock was plunged fully in without warning. This time I did more than groan. I yelled, possibly screamed. There was no warning, no finesse, no slow and steady allowing me time to adjust. Just a thick black throbbing cock slammed straight in and up my tender arse. There was no relief. He immediately started fucking my arse, hard and deep, slamming my cock and balls against the edge of the table, his big hands gripping my shoulders tightly.

'This is how to do it. Don't worry if the boy yells. That makes it more fun. Now don't all get carried away, all of you will get your chance later.'

All this time he continued to plough my arse, in and out, Bam! Bam! Bam! There were tears rolling down my face and my yells had been reduced to whimpers and still he continued. He seemed to be insatiable.

And I was enjoying every moment. My cock was hard as iron and I just wanted to yell at him to fuck me harder but didn't dare with the Minister still present. He had to see me used and abused, or so he thought. Also, to tell the truth, I didn't think I could be fucked any harder.

Finally, just when I thought I was about to cum myself from the effect of my balls and cock bashing against the table, I felt him shoot inside me, stream after stream of hot jisim shooting up my arse.

He pulled out with a plop, my backside showing it's relief with a series of farts as the air he'd forced inside me found its release.

Slam! Slam! Several hard blows from his hand fell upon my defenceless backside. 'Don't you go blowing wind in my face boy or I'll do more than fuck your pretty white arse.'

'And his face.' I heard the Minister say, 'Who gets to do that while the cameras still rolling?'

'That's mine,' said the captain as he stood up, his erect cock brushing at my lips. 'Don't you dare bite or I'll knock all your teeth out.' We both knew I wouldn't. After all I'd had that cock down my throat a good few times in the past. Admittedly not in these circumstances, not spread-eagled over a table and not with such a large audience. Even so it would give my arse time to recover and my erection time to go down. Wrong again! Just as his big black cock started its journey through my open lips and down my throat I heard, 'Which one of you is going to show this white boy what his arse is for?'

I was already gasping, the captain's cock was about eight inches long when aroused and I knew from experience the impossibility of closing my hand fully round it. Previously there had been some time spent in working up to receiving it down my throat. Not this time. It continued a slow inexorable progress, through my lips, past my teeth, glanced off the back of my throat and straight down. Thankfully my head was at the optimum angle to accept such an intrusion. When the stiff curly black hairs of his crotch were brushing against my nose and I could smell the warm musky odour of his body deeply through my nose he rested for a moment, then grabbing my head tightly between his hands, 'In a moment I'm going to fuck your face hard and deep. 'You keep your lips tight and teeth out of the way or I'll knock them out for you.'

Luckily I knew he was putting on a act for the Minister, even so, I also knew that when he got going there would be no relief. He really did like to fuck my face good and hard and somehow I thought it unlikely he'd be reciprocating the act today.

I could also feel what seemed to be a sharp object tentatively probing at my arse entrance as the results of its previous attack were slowly dribbling out and starting down my legs.

'Hang on,' the Captain said as he pulled his cock almost out, just leaving the exposed pulsating tip laying on my lips, 'No need to play with him.. Just fuck his arse as you do to the new boys corporal. He's no different to them, just white 'stead of black. Go on, fuck him, fuck him hard'

Whoever the corporal was he needed no more encouragement. A hard thin shaft was plunged up my backside. It may not have been extra thick and thank God was not excessively long either, but Hell! It was hard. Hot and hard and had no mercy. I didn't have to act as I yelled out at the invasion of my already battered backside. Slam! Slam! Slam! My cock and balls were being bashed against the table edge again, my moans were almost covered by the sound of his body slapping against my arse cheeks, his cock burning and driving up inside me each time.

'Slow down a moment. Don't rush it, we've got plenty of time,' said the Captain, 'Let's spit him both ends at once.'

As the rod in my arse slowed its battering the Captain's cock was thrust back down my throat. 'Now then,' he said, 'Let's get this in time. Let the whitey really know he's being used.'

They started, as the Captain's cock pulled halfway out, the cock at my arse plunged in, then half out as my mouth and throat were filled again. Back and forth, using each end of my body as their personal fuck machine, my body being slammed about on the table as they took their pleasure with it.

I hardly heard the Minster, 'I've got to go. Needed back in town. Give him to the lads for the night and then let him go in the morning. I don't think he'll be back after this and the film I've got. Have fun Captain, I can see you're enjoying yourself.'

He was. His cock was sliding easily in and out now, my throat was almost numb and I'd stopped gagging each time he plunged in. My arse had also adjusted itself to the battering and you could almost say I was enjoying it. I might have done so in slightly different circumstances. My cock certainly was. I could feel my erection straining for release.

It wasn't going to happen any time soon. The cocks attacking me were speeding up. As they got faster and, if possible, harder, they lost the rhythm. Now they were both thrusting in at the same time. As they did so my body was arching off the table. It was that or have my back broken. There was no letup. Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! The cock in my arse running easily in the cum from my previous attack, my mouth filling with saliva I had no chance to swallow.

I tried to grip tighter with both sets of lips. If they didn't cum soon my back would be broken. A wild yell came from behind me and hands griped and dug in to my groin as the cock in my arse came to its intended conclusion. 'Take it boy. Take all my black cum.'

What choice did i have? Shot after shot of boiling jisim flowed up inside, almost boiling it felt. As his body fell across mine his hands went to my head joining those of the captain as he continued to fuck my face. 'Go on Boss. Fuck him deep. Mix it with mine.'

He did just that. Shot after shot of steaming cum straight down my throat. I didn't have to swallow; his cock was so far down it just flew straight into my stomach. Even when he finally pulled out, allowing me to finally swallow the contents of my mouth and give my throat a welcome rest he was still jerking off, covering my face and hair.

Finally he came to a gasping stop. I could just see the sweat running down his body from my position laid over the table. As he wiped his hands over the back of my head to clean the leaked cum from them, 'You finished corporal? Let him up for a breather before the lads get him.' 'I'm just waiting to have a piss Sir. Don't see why I should go all the way to the toilets do you?' He didn't. If I'd thought his cum was hot, his piss was boiling. I just felt his softened cock flinch a couple of times before he let go with a massive stream of piss inside my arse. It filled almso5 at once and being unable to escape backed up inside me. I felt it fill up and spread back up my bowels. Almost it seemed to my stomach.

'Don't you dare let any out here. Keep that white arse tight.' As he pulled out a belt was fastened quickly across my arse and round my groin, then clinched tightly. The straps holding me down were released and with a couple of quick orders my defenceless body was picked up and carried, face down, toward one side of the compound.

There I was stood against a wooden frame where a cross beam came just about level with my shoulders. My arms were quickly stretched out in a t and fastened to the beam, then the strap round my arse was removed and refastened round my ankles.

What else could I have done. My bowels were bursting. The moment that strap was removed a stream of liquid sprayed from my backside accompanied by a series of farts, then followed by a slower stream of mixed piss and cum and the other contents of my arse. I could feel the thick stream flowing down my legs and smell the disgusting mess also.

'See. White boys can get brown as well,' said the smiling naked man standing before me. Early twenties, glistening brown rather than black, a thin wiry body to match the cock I'd just had up my arse.

'That will get you nicely flushed out for the boys fun tonight.'

What was going to happen to me that night?

It was a while before I discovered what they had planned. I was left strapped to the frame for the next hour as the sun went down. There was a lot of noise coming from the barrack rooms, sounds of furniture being dragged around but apart from being fed a bottle of water by a couple of lads who couldn't stop grinning as they used their hands to explore my body and pull on my balls I was ignored.

Soon after sunset a group of Lorries pulled in through the gates, new faces to observe my naked position. It crossed my mind I'd been set up for a major gang rape but it turned out, not quite. The Captain came over and speaking softly told me most of the adults were off on an exercise and as ordered I was to be left to the tender mercies of the trainees, 30 of them, aged about 14 to 16. He had no choice after the Minister's instructions, but he'd left strict instructions as to how far they could go and he knew I'd recover soon the next day when he might have some better news for me.

After that a couple of the older boys came and untied me, leading me into the barracks, past rows of bunk beds and through a partition into the toilet and shower area. Standing in the middle of the room was what I recognised as an old female examination chair. The covering was split with stuffing escaping in places and the seat was set just a few feet of the floor, but all the supports and straps seemed to be in place. I soon discovered that they were.

I was made me sit down and they quickly adjusted the lay of the chair so that I was lying back with my head slightly raised above my body level. My arms were pulled out to the right-angled arm rests and fastened with straps across my wrists and again just above my elbows. Then, after a thicker strap was fastened across my chest, just above my nipples, they grabbed my legs and pulled my body downwards, leaving my arse cheeks protruding over the edge and fastening my legs at ankles and thighs to the raised supports.

Well! Anyone who intended to fuck me tonight wouldn't have any trouble with me that was for sure. I was glad they were all young cadets and not the more mature young men I usually partied with.

'Right boy,' said one of them. 'You're here for the lads to play with if they want to and I'm sure they will. Be a change from playing with each other at night. My friend and I will be in the next hut, don't want to spoil the fun. If you scream we have to come and see what's happening. Don't scream. We don't want to be disturbed.'

With that warning they left and I lay there helpless for what seemed like an age but was probably only about ten minutes. Even so, it amazing what ideas can go through your mind in ten minutes. The problem of it was, being aware of the real situation I was half looking forward to whatever would happen and just couldn't get rid of a massive erection training toward the ceiling.

All too soon I heard sounds of running feet and chatting voices enter the room behind me. A couple of older voices giving instructions I suppose but too softly for me to make out, then feet shuffling just outside the partition and the voices dropping to whispers. I thought they'd be out there talking all night.

Just then a voice exploded, ' Don't be stupid. He's there for us to play with, the Captain said so. It's what we'd be doing on our own anyway isn't it?'

A couple of the more mature boys entered, slowly followed by the rest sheepishly half looking at me and grinning. Even so, quite a few were openly rubbing at their cocks, or in some cases the cocks belonging to someone else. Shorts had been removed ready for showers and the sight of a couple of dozen naked young teenage black and brown bodies was well worth being tied up for. The two who entered first came up to me, both grinning and thrusting their cocks forward between their hands. One bent down to my ear, 'You OK with all this really then?'

Hell! I did recognise him. Couple of weeks back we'd met up on the beach and I'd gone back with him to my hotel where we'd talked the night porter into joining us in my room for a night's fun and games.

Looking up, I replied, 'I hope so,' to receive a large grin and 'Well then. Better let the young ones go first I suppose.'

Standing upright, he turned, 'C platoon. You're first. Anything you not sure about, just ask. But anything we usually do should be OK.'

They didn't need much more encouragement apart from the bottles of weak beer that had appeared from nowhere and were now being passed round to all and sundry. C platoon seemed to be the newest influx of trainees, fourteen to fifteen I supposed. That was the earliest age boys were allowed to join up or drink or for that matter have sex. Legally, that was.

Well, they were of legal age now. Almost at once I had eight naked boys jostling round me, tentatively rubbing my nipples, fingering my lips, pulling on my cock and balls.

I couldn't help it. My erection sprang almost immediately back to full and almost painful life. I could see form the side of each eye, black and brown cocks almost everywhere it seemed, playing on their own, or with one another. One lad, couldn't have been much more than five and a half foot, was lifted and positioned, standing over my chest, his cock lined up with my mouth. He didn't look anything like fourteen.

'Won't he bite?'

'You don't do you? Now try it the other way round it's your birthday and here's your present.'

Hands manoeuvred his body forward, others still rubbing over mine, taking some enjoyment, it seemed, from the gasps I made as my balls were pulled and twisted or when my nipples pinched.

Hands pushed at his body until his half erect cock was just lying over my mouth. I realised he was afraid. Afraid I would bite. Afraid he would be unable to put on a show for friends. Afraid he would be unable to perform at all. His cock was quite black with a pink slit showing clearly through his foreskin. That proved he was still really only a boy. One thing I liked about this country was the practice of circumcision as soon as a lad reached his fourteenth birthday. I just loved clean cut cocks and was quite prepared to admit to that. No doubt he was due for the operation within the next couple of days and was probably only used to being used rather than being the active partner. I was quite happy to change that for him.

Opening my mouth slightly his cock just fell between my teeth and I closed my lips on it quickly. That was enough for him to react. He grabbed my head and pulling it slightly upward, shuffled forward, plunging his cock fully in my mouth as it became erect. He wasn't very large, only five or six inches when aroused, but there was something about his hesitancy, his youth, and the smell of his young musky body and shortage of pubic hair. I wanted to give him a birthday present to remember.

As his cock slid partway down my throat his natural reflexes took over. I clenched my lips as his hands grabbed my head and started thrusting his lovely young cock back and forth. I got off on it so much I was hardly aware when the other hands almost ceased fondling my body and were shortly replaced with streams of hot cum as the other boys came off over me and the youngster fucking my face.

It had obviously happened to him before as he never lost a stroke, He was grunting and groaning now and I tried to grip his cock tighter with my lips as I watched a stream of sweat and cum roll down his stomach and shortly after felt it round my lips.

That did it. As he looked down and saw and felt the mixed stream lubricate his cock as it entered my mouth he started shooting. He may have only been a lad with a lads cock but he had a man's load on. I couldn't swallow fast enough and a stream of cum and spit escaped from the side of my mouth that someone wiped over my face as the lad withdrew. It was only as he struggled to get away from his position standing either side of my chest I became aware that not only was the rest of my body covered in cum but also that the original audience had been replaced. This new group was obviously not only a little older, but also more experienced. There was little, if any, apprehension with them and they started to enjoy themselves with my body immediately.

They sure didn't hang around. Almost before I had a chance to check them out I had another body straddling my chest, pushing his erect cock toward my mouth and grasping the sides of my head. Yes! He knew what he was up to all right. As soon as my mouth opened to admit his cock he plunged it halfway in and proceeded to hold my head tightly while slowly fucking his cock deeper and deeper till finally his wirehaired groin was flush against my lips.

It was admittedly a very nice cock. One that, in different circumstances, I would have enjoyed making a prolonged examination off. Jet black against his dark brown body, about six inches long and maybe a couple in circumferences. Lovely and young and smooth.

The problem was that while that cock was fucking my face another was repeating the exercise on my arse and with other hands holding my arse cheeks apart to allow easier and deeper access I had more than enough to occupy my mind with in inhaling enough air to keep breathing and not clenching my teeth against the intrusion, or the other hands tugging and twisting at my cock and balls.

This seemed to continue for a little while. As one cock was removed from my bruised mouth or sore arse, another quickly replaced it. Several times I could tell that a cock had been removed from my arse and shoved in my mouth for cleaning and pissing.

As to which boy did what, fucked my mouth or arse, pissed or shot in either, or over my body, I couldn't say. There seemed to be a continual stream of hands and hard cocks attached to young black or brown bodies attacking or invading my body until, all at once it seemed, they all pulled away and after a couple of half hearted streams of piss, ran of laughing to the showers. No hang-ups or second thoughts there.

Then I realised why they'd all pulled away at the same time. The two NCOs who'd remained behind when the main group pulled out appeared from round the corner, accompanied by, I think, four others. These were not boys! Young, Yes. But not boys, a couple I recognised from previous sessions when I'd been free and easy back in town with a different bed partner most nights. OK, they were all still teenagers from what little I could see, late teens at any rate, but in this country they matured early and both their minds and their cocks knew what they wanted by now. 'Now for some real fun,' said one of them as my body was released from the delivery chair and assisted to half collapse on the floor. 'You think you be up to it?' he continued kindly and passed me a bottle of local beer.

'Give me five,' I managed to reply, drawing gratefully on the bottle. I knew now it would give me a second breath as now knew it was brewed with a slight addition of local weed. The first time I'd indulged I'd got to my third bottle before it hit me and nearly passed straight out before coming to my senses.

Sitting on the dirty floor, my naked body covered by drying piss and cum I looked carefully round at a half dozen or so pairs of well-developed brown legs. I had no energy to raise my head but could guess the rest of the bodies were as well proportioned.

At least they were having some consideration for my body. It helped that not only had the Captain placed restrictions on what use they could make of me, but also that several of the present group had enjoyed themselves with me before, not just as singles either. That, however, I was soon to discover could be as much a curse as an advantage.

I'd just finished draining a second bottle when my body was roughly pulled upright and after a blindfold had been placed over my eyes, was led a few steps backward and my arms outstretched and fastened with straps to some sort of beam.

'Right then. Let's start off nice and clean at least.' And a stream of cold water sprayed over my body from head to foot for a few moments. When it finished I was almost shivering. 'Never mind,' continued the voice, 'I'm sure you want feel cold for long.'

I could feel my feet as they were nudged apart and somehow strapped off to keep my legs apart, my cock and balls dangling freely. Apart from the fact I was standing rather than laying on my bed reminded me I'd previously played hard with two of these lads but at least then I'd had some sort of control over what would happen. This time the situation was somewhat different.

'Are you sure this is OK?' asked a voice.

'Oh Yes,' came a reply as hands examined my body and its orifices. Captain said we could in front of the Minister. Some of us have never had a white boy to play with and anyway, he'll take it OK. But would I? My body was fastened quite securely; the only movement available merely swung my cock and balls slightly. I could hear some mumbling and paper rustling, then the sound of a match being struck, followed by deep inhalations of breath. The smell of course I knew at once and when I felt a hand rolled placed against my lips gratefully took a deep drag. Somehow I just knew I'd need all the assistance I could get before this night was over.

My body was still dripping when the first stroke landed across my back, followed another and another slowly making their way down to my arse. By the time the belt got there I was crying and yelling, my body trying to swing but hands on my chest gripping and twisting my nipples soon put a stop to that as did the hand squeezing and pulling on my balls. As a toke was held to my grateful lips and I inhaled, I heard a voice, 'I'm up to fuck this sorry arse I've never had a white hole. Can I really hurt this boy?

'Within the Captain's instructions,' answered another voice.

A pair of arms came round my chest and crossed holding me tightly as the fingers grabbed hold of my tender nipples and made me yelp. 'You'll be making more noise than that soon boy,' whispered a hot breath in my ear as a thick solid rod probed at my red arse hole. 'Going to make you you and mine then you can service all my boys here.

He started to twist and pinch at my nipples causing me to continually gasp for breath while his rod kept on pushing and probing at my hole finally breaking through and ramming straight up inside me. It wasn't so much the breadth as the length. I'd never been penetrated so far before. I yelled! 'Yell all you want boy. This here cock of mine's not been up an arse for quite a while. I'm sure you can tell why. That's why I'm keeping it for myself now, nice and tight. The others can have your mouth later but ur arse is all mine for the rest of the night and I promise you I'm up for it.'

He never stopped thrusting in and out causing me to yell each time. I just had to, I had no choice. He was hurting me. His cock was trying to make its way to my throat from the wrong end and as his thrusts increased speed and strength his fingers were pulling and twisting my nipples harder and harder. Luckily he must have been building up his load and getting ready whilst watching my earlier abuse as soon I felt his shooting off right up inside. Shot after shot of boiling cum filling my bowel and arse.

Well I was still alive then. If this was had to endure was the worse I should survive the night. Stupid me.

It was a hand slapping at my cock that made me realise I'd got an erection while he raped me. 'Can't have you enjoying yourself boy,' he said. 'Tube him and feed him some beer. Then you can take him outside and strap him to the stocks. His mouth will be all yours.'

The beer fed to me came as a very welcome gift. My mouth was dry and the slight touch of manga used in its brewing cut in with the second bottle. I couldn't understand while he was being kind unless he was just trying to help me out with what was to follow. The hands attaching a rubber sheath to my cock went unnoticed until they untied me and manhandled my body outside into the open air. The sun had gone down but an almost full moon spread plenty of light over the parade ground and they half led, half carried me over to a wooded frame my body was knelt over and strapped down.

There was a narrow plank stretching from my chin to my groin attached somehow to a pair of L shaped sections I soon found my legs being fastened to. This, with the straps passed round my upper body left me knelt over, my arse in the air, my cock and balls dangling and my face a waist height. It was as my cock and balls were tied up I became aware of the rubber sheath over my cock.

'Now here's how it's going to be,' came the voice of my earlier assault. 'Any of my boys can use your mouth for whatever they want. Anyone watching can cum or piss over you. This here tube,' and I felt something pushed inside my arse, 'is connected to your nice tied white cock. That should hurt good when you need to piss but even so you'll have to force it out sometime and then you can piss up your own arse. As a little treat for my boys, whoever has their cock in your mouth when you start to fill can have your sorry white hole before I finish it off.'

Oh Shit! I thought to myself. That's why the bottles of beer earlier. Damn, I could feel some pressure already. This night couldn't end too soon for my likening. Although, on second thoughts, it hadn't been too bad really and my body must be enjoying itself otherwise why the earlier erection. I didn't like having no control over what happened and becoming aware from the sounds of shuffling feet and murmured voices that I was rapidly being surrounded by naked and half dressed coloured bodies. Surely I didn't have to service them all? Whatever. The next hour or so there seemed to be a continual stream of cocks shoving themselves in and out of my mouth and down my throat accompanied by the voice repeating from time to time, 'Don't play with him. Fuck that face. Make him feel it. Go on, hurt him,' and such like.

I slowly realised it was the same half dozen or so cocks playing musical chairs with my mouth, they all seemed to use it for the same amount of time, withdrawing just as their cocks started to throb. None of them were what I'd call small and a couple of them seemed to enjoy really fucking my face hard and forcing my throat to spasm, holding my face firmly and shoving in so far and strongly my nose was being squashed in their pubic hairs. Of course, having my mouth filled with cock also meant I had little chance of giving voice to the discomfort so from time to time they let me have a breather, only I had little chance to breath as that was the sign for fingers to work on my nipples and pull my balls with the odd belt across my backside.

Occasionally I also felt and smelt a hot stream of piss wetting my body down again and from time to time increased panting and grunts followed by streams of cum doing likewise. I never knew cum could feel so hot.

All this time my bladder was feeling fuller and fuller in spite of my position and was hurting like hell as my own stream of piss tried to escape. Finally by continually clenching my arse and squeezing back on my cock, a trickle escaped followed by several short spurts. This escape was in some ways even more painful than the previous filling bladder. As I worked out the sequence to spurt jets of piss through the straps tying my cock up I quite forgot where the volume was due to end up still trying not to choke on the cocks thrusting in and out of my mouth.

Suddenly there was a shout from those standing round as I felt a warm stream enter my bowels and remembered what I'd heard earlier. 'Right then. You get his arse first then,' came the voice, 'Release his tool so it floods nicely for you first though.'

Hands released the ties round my cock and as my bladder rushed to empty itself I realised it was one of the cocks that seemed to enjoy hurting me that had won the right to use my arse. That arse was rapidly filling with my own hot piss. If I'd thought receiving a stream of cum in the past was hot this was boiling. My body wasn't cold in any respect but I could feel the lower half heating up considerably as my gut was flooded out.

As my gut filled and I felt some of the contents start to dribble back out my cock was tied off again even though my gut wasn't empty. When I somehow mention that, or rather shouted it, I was informed that it didn't matter. I'd need a full bladder again very soon.

The cock pulled out of my mouth and must have moved round to my rear because the next thing I felt was its forcible entry, a strange gurgling sloppy sound as its forced its way into my flooded gut and blocked the exit. His cock was not as long, or as steely hard as the Sergeant who'd had me earlier, but what he lost in length he made up for with width.

'Right then white boy. I'm getting you ready for my boss and I'm going to enjoy it. Hope it hurts.'

It was a strange feeling to say the least. I could feel his cock moving slowly around with slight glugging sounds when he tried to screw in harder and there was some escape of the contents round the blockage. My full gut seemed to have cooled off slightly though that was probably me just getting used to being full of piss. Even so I'm sure I felt a hider temperature form his cock as he started to batter my hole harder and harder.

He was stretching my poor abused hole wider and wider causing my earlier gasps and moans to change to yelps and cries. There was no way I stop clenching my teeth as he continued to punish my hole and out of the corners of my eyes I saw several bodies standing round my face rapidly jerking off. I had little time to contemplate what they were doing as it took all my efforts not to scream as his thick hot cock ploughed my arse. In and out like a piston. Now he was really going at it. Each thrust and withdrawal allowed another spurt to escape from my gut and probably splatter his groin but all it seemed to do was encourage him in his efforts to split me open.

All of a sudden his hands left off trying to break my shoulders and grabbed hold of my hair, pulling my face up higher. 'Go on then. Feed him. You better eat boy.'

I opened my eyes to see several coloured hands held just in front of my face, all holding quantities of cum. So that was where they been jerking off to.' Feed him then,' cupped hands being dragged across my gasping mouth covering my lower face with what seemed to be an inexhaustible supply, most of which fell into my mouth. 'Now give him something to wash it down. I'll keep his head up.'

One hand twisted in my hair raising my face as fall as possible whilst the other was used to slap the side of my head, first one side and then the other.

Several streams of piss soon jetted against my face and were aimed into my continually open mouth. I had to swallow in order not to choke and who knows how many people's cum and piss flowed down my throat in the next few minutes while his cock continued battering at my arse.

All of a sudden he let my hair go and as my head fell forward clutched my shoulders once again and with three rapid thrusts started to shoot his load into my gut. By now most, if not all, of the piss flooding my gut earlier had escaped but it had no time to recover as he shot load after load after load filling me up again with his hot burning stream. I don't know if it was that or his grip on my shoulders or his final massive thrust that slammed my tied cock and balls against the plank edge but I yelled out loud at him to fuck off. That, I soon discovered, was the wrong thing to do.

'I don't like my boys being told to Fuck Off,' said the Sergeant. Neither do they. You need to be punished and I do like a nice red-hot arse to attack so let's do something about it shall we, kill two birds with one stone as it were.'

Oh Hell! What now? I thought.

Before I knew it the straps holding me down were removed and my body was dragged over to what looked like a clump of posts in the half moonlight. As my unresisting body was strung up to them I worked out it was actually a form of St Andrews Cross that allowed my legs and arms to be well fastened with the cross over my stomach leaving my cock and balls dangling free. Somehow, after my legs had been tied off, straps fastened to my wrists were pulled up tightly slightly stretching my body before my arms and back were tied off. I was fully stretched and spread-eagled in an upright position and quite unable to move.

'Open your eyes boy!' accompanied by a slap across my face. 'Before I get to rape your sorry arse some of these lads are going to lay a strap across it. Make it nice and red and hot for me.'

With that comment he moved closer, his chest touching mine and his hands going round my back to clench at my buttocks. 'Firm and slightly plump. That's nice. Plenty to get stuck into.' His brilliant white teeth breathed into my open mouth. His was a glistening jet black body of a man, a real man, unlike the teenaged lads who been quite capable of abusing me earlier. No gym packed muscles as they say but well fit and proportioned for his almost six foot body. I had no doubt he'd have no trouble doing whatever he wanted to my body even it wasn't hog tied and I'd always been quite proud of my own body and considered I could take care of myself, but his put me to shame.

Somehow he just projected strength and when added to the heat I could feel pouring of his body, his massive snake mashing against my ball sac even in its recumbent state and the grin on his face as his fingers probed inside my aching arse causing me to gasp and squirm in a vain attempt to escape them. Then they were removed and his hands sped up to my head, gripping it tightly as his open mouth came down on mine and someone laid a strap across my backside without holding back at all.

I tried to scream but was blocked from doing so by his mouth. All I could do was swap air and spit back and forth for a couple of moments till the initial shock and pain faded slightly. 'Nice,' he said, 'My lads know how I want you hurt. I can promise none of them will hold back, they know better. You better start counting, to twelve, each time I take my mouth away. Otherwise we just have to start again you see.' God! His grin was sexy if nothing else was.

His hands strayed back to my buttocks, gripping at the bruised flesh causing me to moan again as he looked into my deeply into my eyes. Again a rapid movement to grab my head and place his mouth over mine was all the warning I got before the strap fell again across my arse. 'Two'.

That how it continued for some time. He'd fondle my arse, stick his fingers inside it, make me moan and try to escape while he stared into my eyes with a grin, then grasp my head and kiss me deeply while some lad laid that belt across my backside. Thwack! '3.' Thwack!' 4 He had a go at my nipples and pulled, twisted my balls. Thwack! '5.' Thwack! '6.'

When he removed his mouth that time my eyes were pouring and I was gasping for breath. My arse felt on fire and I yelped when he placed his huge hands over my sore cheeks.

'I think a slight change in the program is on the cards,' he said and looking away, 'Anyone got a full mug yet?'

Several answers in the affirmative came from the surrounding audience. It must have been the whole battalion standing round from what; little I could make out, everywhere I glanced all to be seen were naked and near naked black and brown bodies, some jacking off, some pairs and trios at times with one partner down on their knees. It didn't take much of a brain to see male on male sex was nothing new to this lot but I was probably the first white guy most of them had seen used like this.

'Wash and coat him then,' and the Sarge stepped back allowing me finally to see his whole body. It was worth seeing too. Built along the lines of a rugby player, thick sturdy legs, a taught stomach some of the lads around would have had trouble getting their arms round. To top it all off hanging down from a small bush of crinkly hair was a massive pair of balls matched equally by a thick flaccid cock some six or seven inches in length. What the hell would it be like when he got it hard?

And what was in the mugs several of the lads were pouring and wiping over my body, my hair and face, down my chest, over my back? As a hand momentarily covered my mouth licking my lips gave me the answer. All those lads whacking off their cocks as they watched me getting strapped had been collecting the result in some mugs and now that result was covering my body from head to foot.

'That looks good,' said the Sarge, 'All nice and sticky boy. They can't all fuck you of course but at least this way they get to covered in their cum.'

Meanwhile he'd been holding his bit of meat out and pissing into a couple of plastic soft drink bottles. I thought that was just so he didn't make the parade ground wet but discovered my mistake soon. He placed them on the ground and moving closer lit up a thick joint he shared with me. 'Here's how it's going to be.' The Officers want you when we finish here and they like to see me fuck a nice tight arse. Usually one of the new conscripts but tonight they want you. Don't want a bleeding arse though and I don't think yours can take much more. Still six to go to keep the lads happy. Do you think you can take it across your back?'

That weed was strong. Too strong. Either that or the past few hours were having an effect. 'Use it anywhere. Do what you want.' Even as I answered him I wondered where my brains had gone? Down to my cock by the feel of things as the very thought of that strap across my back had turned me on. I might get turned on by having my arse slapped but had never been beaten anywhere apart from my arse before.

'That's good. I'll do the counting for you this time,' and throwing the end of his joint to one side he clasped one hand to my head and with the other proceeded to pour the first bottle of his piss straight over my head clamping his mouth to mine as the stream washed down my face and back. I was floating enough from the weed already and now to have my breath cut off like that didn't really feel the first stroke across my shoulders until after it had arrived and the next one was laid on lower down. Whack! Whack! Whack! Was that three or four? I thought I was about to pass out when he removed his mouth and placed his head about six inches away.

'Open your eyes boy,' I discovered he was staring straight into mine again. Whack! Whack! 'Whack! Quickly in succession, the final one laying back across my still burning arse. I screamed. I called him every name under the sun but he just continued to smile, using the tips of his fingers to torture my nipples.

'I enjoyed that. And so did you so don't lie.' He was right. I had enjoyed it in a funny way. Admittedly I was floating somewhat on weed and endorphins but I had enjoyed it.

'Here you are. Have a drink before we take you over to the bosses to play with,' and the other bottle of piss was placed to my mouth. He just grinned even more, the smile covering all of his face as I drank it down.

It wasn't too bad, still warm and slightly foaming but not too strong or acrid and surprisingly I was sure I could taste a slight sense of weed in it. The surprise was in myself drinking a whole bottle straight down without any protest. OK. I'd been pissed over and in innumerable times and forced to drink from the tap but never in such a quantity at once. I was enjoying his hand stretching and twisting my balls as the other held the bottle to my mouth.

As my body was untied and let down I almost collapsed, in fact would have done if several hands were not allowing me to fall.

'Here you are. Take a load of this,' and a huge smoking spiff was stuck in my mouth. `You are doing well whitey. Your cock enjoying it as well,' that comment accompanied but a hard slap at my painfully erect member. It was true, my cock along with the rest of my body was off on a life of its own leaving my brain far behind. In the morning I might have second thoughts but right now I was flying.

I was half led; half carried a short distance to a dark corner of the parade ground where I could just make out a bathtub set in a wooden frame.

'Get in.'

I just managed to raise my arm sufficiently remove the spiff I'd been dragging on. 'Why?'

'Cause the Officers like their boys nice and wet and dirty - and so do I,' that reply half laughed and accompanied by a couple of light love taps across my still sore arse.

I could tell by the smell what was in the bath but obeyed anyway. It had several inches of piss and no doubt other ejaculations covering the bottom, they must have been making use of it for the past hour or so.

'Sit down.'

I half sat and was half lowered. After the abuse I'd received earlier and the drug I'd been inhaling there was no way I had any real control of my body anymore.

'Lay back. Someone wash him down.'

I relaxed against the back of the bath with gratitude. My body was in need of a rest, the warmish liquid covered my legs and over my belly button.

'Close your eyes.' Next I knew someone was pouring jugs of the filthy mess over my head. That ceased when I started to splutter and I felt my hand lifted and my fingers closed round a rag.

'Wipe your eyes and above. Nothing else.'

When I opened my eyes all I could see standing around were rows of cocks rapidly jacking off, shooting over my head, face and upper body. As soon as one came it was replaced by another until my upper body was as covered in cum as my lower was by piss.

'That's enough. Any of you lot not finished yet will have to manage elsewhere. This boy has an audience due.'

My body was dragged from the bath and over to one of the huts. I say it was my body they dragged because I hardly seemed to inhabit it. Almost it seemed I was vaguely watching a blurred scene from a slight distance away.

At a doorway everyone halted and the Sergeant asked, 'permission to supply entertainment Sir?'

'Granted,' came a reply.

I was brought into a room with half lit room with 4 officers sitting behind a table, obviously having just finished a meal, one of them my Captain. There was also another, lower, table under a spotlight covered by a tarpaulin in front of them.

'Your lads all had their fun Sergeant?' asked the Captain.

'Apart from the Ensigns and myself as per your orders Sir.'

Looking round I became aware the only support my body had were a four lads only just into their teens. Like the Sergeant, stark naked, their bodies almost hairless, a good foot shorter than myself and looking as if a strong puff of wind would blow them away. Even so, as I put some weight on their shoulders in order to lever myself upright neither of them bowed much so obviously stronger then they looked.

'Let's have a look at him then.' I was led unresistingly to the table. 'Turn him round. Ah. That a nice red backside Sarge, we could hear him yell from here, can see he's been well washed as also. Do you think he's primed enough?'

'Soon find out Sir,' came the Sergeant's reply.

The Captain got up and came round the table to look in my eyes. 'You flying,' he asked with a wink. I nodded. 'Drink this. You'll probably need it.' This was a good half glass of the local harsh brandy. Even so, I drank it down gratefully. After what else I'd been drinking that night it tasted like nectar.

My body, that was how I considered it now, my body was led over to the lower table and laid on its back. The two boys clambered up either side and arranged it so my legs were pulled up and bent over like a trussed chicken leaving my arse level with the table edge. Their little cocks and balls dangling either side of my face.

Feeling fingers apply some cold grease of some sort to my still inflamed arse I looked up slightly between my open legs to see the Sergeant standing there using his other hand to massage his cock. It stood to attention almost as once and I groaned as I saw it.

'Oh Yes boy. This is going to plough your sorry arse, it's what I've been waiting for all night and I'm going to enjoy myself.'

He might but sure as hell I wouldn't. For some reason mine was still, almost painfully, erect. It must have been due to whatever drugs I'd been smoking earlier. I've never had any reason to feel embarrassed or lacking when it came to size that way but compared to him mine was very second-class and the boys holding my legs ready only had toys. I never got a chance to measure it but let's just say I'm sure some horses would have been happy with it. As if his length wasn't bad enough; had to be at least ten inches, there was no way anyone normal could have closed one hand round it either.

His fingers probed slightly at my hole filling it with soft cold grease and then his hand moved to grab my cock and balls to move them out of his way as he placed the head of his weapon at the entrance to my exposed arse and pushed slightly.

Now I discovered what the boys were for apart from helping to hold my legs in position for him as little fingers started pinching at my sore nipples and slapping my face from side to side causing part of whatever brain was still active take notice of what pain was being inflicted on those parts of my body and away from my hole.

It only worked for a second or so as I felt him broach the lips and couldn't help but cry out at the intrusion. 'Hold him still now,' and the boys sat down, one on each arm, still working my nipples as he continued to force himself slowly inside me. I wouldn't have moved much anyway; I no longer had any control over my body apart from wasting every breath I managed to gasp in a yell.

Suddenly, as I opened my eyes for a moment to see his face break out into a huge grin I realised just what it was I yelled. 'Go on then! Fuck me you black bastard! Rape this white boy just like you want to! Make me scream!'

'Oh I will, ' he promised, still thrusting in and up inside. It felt as if he was reaching to my stomach and I'd never been split open so wide before. It hurt like hell so why didn't I care?

Finally he came to a stop as his upper groin thrust against my lower and he let go of my balls that only then did I feel had been stretched fully whilst he'd been filling me. To my amazement my own cock was still achingly erect as he gave it a couple of love slaps. 'Give you a moment to catch your breath,' he smiled, 'You'll need it all in a moment.' I felt fingers thrusting carefully into my gasping open mouth and rub round on my teeth. Looking up I could see the officers had now gathered round watching intently and being serviced by the two lads who'd obviously done so before and showed no objection to the use they were making of their mouths and hands.

'Go on then. Make him sorry for what he called you!'

'Right then. One of you lads get on top of him, you know what to do.' One of them turned round and clambered over me laying himself down so I could feel his breath on my cock and see his pert little arse some inches in front of my face. I wondered why he was there for a moment and then felt his fingers grab either side of my arse allowing the Sergeant to thrust that extra inch up inside.

I think I screamed that time but had no chance to get my breath for a repeat as he pulled back and thrust deep in return, back and forth, back and forth, slowly at first and then with increasing speed and force. He was really trying to work his cock so deep it would shoot into my mouth from the wrong direction.

My eyes were streaming, I had no breath to curse him as every gasp in escaped back out as a yell or a scream. He had no mercy.

To accompany my screams I could hear mouths slurping on cocks and voices 'Go on! Fuck him harder! Ram it in! Stick the white boy! Hurt him!' And he was doing just that. The hands at my cheeks pulled further and I swear he managed to ram his weapon even deeper inside my poor body. Every thrust was smashing against my groin and would have thrown my body off the table if he'd not got his massive hands clenched round my raised thighs. Every so often he would catch my cock or balls a glancing blow momentarily spreading the pain site but continually increasing speed and thrust.

I had quite forgotten the audience until I found myself choking on a mouthful of cum and realised at least one of the officers had been finished off to shoot his load into my open mouth. Even that didn't stop the sergeant who was now in full stride, gasping and grunting almost as loudly as myself. The sweat was pouring of all our bodies causing them to slip and slide as with a thrust that nearly broke my legs a rocket started firing up inside my gut. Not shots but boiling stream after stream of man juice flooded and filled me, I could only lay here gasping and swallowing. It had been unreal. Why was I still alive even after being fucked with that weapon? Was I alive? I had no idea right at that moment. I don't think I cared either. Was there any part of my body that hadn't been used and abused tonight? If there was I had no idea where it lived.

But why wasn't he pulling out. My arse needed some peace and rest. Hadn't they finished?

Slowly I regain some sense to discover I was staring at the pert buns of the young lad still lying on top of my sticky sweaty body a few inches from my face. He'd released his grip on my buttocks and seemed to be fondling my balls whilst breathing heavily on my straining cock. While I watched someone shot their load over his quivering buns and discovering my arms had been freed my hands found their way to his cheeks to spread the deposit and then my fingers were flicking at his twitching hole.

As I started to feel inside the puckering lips his body was squirming around on top of my own filthy wet one obviously happy with the attention I was giving it and the massive member still plunged so deeply inside me finally started to soften. In some ways I didn't look forward to its withdrawal but my poor arse definitely required some peace and tlc.

He didn't withdraw at once though which concerned me as my poor abused body was in no way up to a repeat performance. In fact, apart from my own aching cock I was quite happy to lie there watching and playing with the young black arse squirming round on top of me, especially when my head was lifted and the legs belonging to that very arse were crossed under allowing me a much better view as my head was lowered to rest on his lower thighs. His hands had gone round the ankles of my raised and folded legs just holding them in position and his tongue had started to lick at my cock causing me to judder in anticipation of what I hoped was going to happen.

There were still a few of surprises in store for me however. As the sergeant finally softened and slowly withdrew his still massive weapon with a plop I almost yelped as my poor tender arsehole shrunk back to more its normal circumference only to find a pair of hands carefully pushing my cheeks back together and a lovely warm tongue licking softly at my damaged ring.

The body on my top appeared to be enjoying itself judging by his gyrations as my fingers explored his ring which by now was home to two pairs of my fingers and as I probed a little deeper and stretched him open I was surprised to suddenly find a stream of warm piss splashing over my hands and face as the main direction was aimed at his now open arse lips.

If you have ever seen a like sight from such close proximity you can guess how it turned me on, also its recipient as with a quick wriggle he raised his head and slipped his mouth over my undulating cock swallowing it straight down without a pause or any choking at all. Beautiful warm firm lips at the bottom of my shaft that just stayed there while his tongue was licking round and his teeth were nibbling slightly. I just couldn't take it!

'Bring me off! Whatever just finish me! Do it hard!' I had to cum now. I was bursting.

The tongue licking at my hole had now firmed up and was darting in and out, soothing my sore and aching lips and swallowing the residue now leaking from inside me and as the lips on my cock clenched and started moving slowly up and down my body went into a St Vitus dance as it tried to initiate a release.

'Oh Yes! Yes! Bring me off! Hard! Do it hard!'

It all happened at once, or so it seemed. My fingers were delving deeper and deeper into the backside lying right in front of my face causing the body attached to it to jump around almost as much as my own while his mouth gripped my straining cock even harder sliding more and more rapidly up and down causing my balls to bang around and bash against my groin. 'Go on then! Bash my balls! Hurt my cock.'

From somewhere periodic streams of piss or cum were landing on our bodies and when my hands left his arse and moved unto his waist in order to try and control the jerking of our sweaty bodies someone started to apply a belt lightly across his arse which only seemed to encourage him to work harder on my cock.

Seeing that young backside redden and hands now squeezing and stretching my balls finally did it and I started to shoot, and shoot, and shoot. Almost breaking my back as the force of my ejaculations attempted to fling my body into the air.

I'd not finished shooting when the mouth was removed and the body over me half sprung up, swung round and placed his small erect cock at my mouth, opening his to drop a load of my own cum onto it before grabbing my head and plunging into my willing open mouth.

Another mouth had replaced his on my still flowing cock and as the suction and massage continued down there I willingly cleaned the cock in my mouth and swallowed the contents, then continued to play and suck at it. There was no other option as he'd trapped my slightly raise head between his thighs and was just crouching there, his fingers lightly playing with my nipples.

My own cock finally finished weeping and I felt the mouth being removed, just in time, because as my erection finally diminished my overfull bladder took over and started gushing without any input from myself. Someone got hold of my cock and aimed the stream into the air where it fell back spraying over the pair of us. That took him over the edge as his hands left my nipples and grabbing my head again he forced it even further into his groin and shot off in my mouth. He may have been somewhat smaller and younger than my usual sex partners but he was fully there with us and it took me several swallows to accommodate his load.

Finally he sat back onto his haunches and I was able to lower my legs over the edge of the table.

Looking up his boyish face smiled down to me, 'Can we keep you another night?'

Why not? I thought to myself. I'd not be submitting a report on my activities anyway.