Dangerous Enjoyment by Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk [Revised Edition] Contents include descriptions of extreme gay sex between males. Watersports and S&M included. If likely to be offended by such content, or under the ages of consent then please go away. Otherwise, enjoy.
Have you ever done anything stupid when you knew full well it was stupid, and dangerous, but still you continued? I thought that to myself whilst walking away from the lights toward the trees and removing my clothes as instructed until the only obvious apparel were some leather straps and a pair of very short, tight, running shorts. Just after I reached the trees I sat on the picnic bench as instructed removed my trainers, placing them in the bag containing my other clothes then climbed onto the table and carefully lay face down squashing my already tied and tortured cock and balls on the planks.
It had all started a couple of hours ago and my bladder was well aware of that fact. Well, this session had started earlier that morning but really everything had been building to this since the winter – only I'd been unaware of that fact. I'd been cruising the internet for on-line sex a couple of years, when ever I'd not managed to score from the pub and it was too cold to try the parks. I don't think it was my looks that kept my conquests down, more that I was fussy who I had what I called normal sex with and seldom met anyone who was happy to cater to my other side.
'Don't move.' The voice came out of the dark and if the words had not been accompanied by a pair of heavy hand on my shoulders I would have sprung up. As it was I nearly shit myself and felt my bladder leak even through the strap across my cock. 'I hope you're ready. Really ready. My boy and I will turn your wildest fantasies into reality tonight, maybe a bit more.' As a bottle of poppers appeared under my nose he continued, 'Just remember. You can stop us any time but that will probably finish out on-line sessions as well. Do you want to continue?'
My reply of 'Yes Sir,' was my next mistake 'though I hadn't realised it yet..
All this time my head had remained face down at one end of the picnic table as I'd previously been instructed and as one pair of hands roughly grabbed my armpits and pulled my body forward so my head dropped of the edge where it was griped tightly between a powerful pair of thighs, at the same time another pair pulled on my ankles, down and slightly apart leaving me unable to move. A third pair were moving over my arse, fondling my cheeks through the tin material, feeling the straps and pressing the butt plug stuck up my arse.
As it got through to me there were more than the two people I'd agreed to meet I started to struggle somewhat. The thighs round my head gripped tighter and the hands on my ankles pulled harder as I smelt the poppers under my nose and couldn't help but take a deep sniff. 'Don't struggle boy. Like I told you we were having a small private party tonight and as meeting you has interrupted that it's only fair that we all came.' The poppers were still there and I inhaled deeply. OK, he'd had me perform for his guests at least once on line and I had agreed it was time to take things to another level. But what level? While I felt the straps on my wrists and ankles being attached somehow to the table legs and at least two pairs of hands were moving over my body, clenching my arse cheeks harder and pushing at the plug up my arse I took a moment to consider how I'd got myself into this position. I'd realised a couple of years back my sexual interests could go somewhat further than my usual partners were interested in. It was then I started to browse some of the more dubious sites on the net, finally settling on one that catered to a wide range of more extreme practices and included chat and mail lists as well as its own web chat.
I'd been in contact via mail with quite a number of people before I finally took the plunge and set up my web cam. Being reasonably young and not bad looking I soon found myself with a load of contacts that were not interested in much more that getting themselves off but managed to end up with some half dozen contacts who seemed to enjoy bringing me out, expanding my horizons and at times putting on a show themselves. I had lately turned twenty-one, was slightly less than six foot, thin but reasonable body from cycling to and from work and swimming at weekends, cropped fair hair and blue eyes. I also discovered in myself a tendency to follow instructions or suggestions from a couple of them and found I could enjoy putting on a show myself when the mood was right. That was how tonight had started.
I'd actually scored down the pub and we'd ended up around midnight in the park. To cut a long story short he filled my mouth almost as soon as my lips got round his cock and seemed to lose interest after that. I gave up and returned home, gathered some toys, put my plastic sheet on the floor and logged on. It was a humid night, the weekend was starting, I was randy as hell and quite prepared to make a night of it.
At first I thought there were none of my regular UK contacts on-line and that I'd have to find someone to play with I didn't know. Just after I threw my cam wide open I got a message.
'Hello Boy,' I couldn't see anyone on line who knew me as Boy. 'You won't recognise my profile. This is "a name I knew", visiting some friends for a private party. Do you want to play? Regret no cam this end.'
Of course I wanted to play and adding my earlier alcohol intake together with my erect cock and bottle of poppers beside me plus knowing who was chatting was not concerned about lack of cam.
It didn't take him long to get me putting on a show. He knew what I'd enjoy and what I had to hand and shortly I was striped with straps at my wrists and ankles, also round my cock and balls. A sizeable plug up my arse fastened to the strap round my balls pulling them between my legs and my bladder was refilling after its first release over my chest. `Is your bladder full?' came the question as I was attaching some pegs to my nipples.
`Almost Sir,' was my reply.
'My host thinks from our conversation you may live in XYZ. Is that so?' 'Yes.'
Do you know Green Park? The tree area by the old cottages?'
'Yes.'
'How about meeting up there and taking this to the next level rather than having to just abuse yourself?'
Like I said before, I was stupid. My excuse of alcohol, poppers, being randy, frustrated, humid night, sort of knowing who I was chatting to, all of that. I still knew it was stupid, not to mention possibly dangerous and I still agreed to meet in half an hour.
He told me not to change. Just to put some old loose clothes over myself. I could release the connection between my balls and the butt plug but pull a belt across my cock so it wouldn't leak any more. In ten minutes I'd done as told and was on my bike heading for the park. Upon arrival I locked my bike up outside and walking in started to remove my clothes whilst making my way over to the darker area where the old cottage, [rest room], was surrounded with trees and bushes.
There was little to remove. Old shell suit, top and bottom, once removed left me in those tight running shorts. Walking had been a little difficult with the plug up my arse and my strapped cock getting painful as my bladder filled again.
It was even more painful now. The strap and being jammed against the picnic table top made any release almost impossible. I realised I'd been groaning without being aware of the fact. A voice said, 'I think he's ready.' I smelt the poppers under my nose and inhaled. 'He's dry. You can't beat a dry arse.'
I wasn't dry for long. It seemed at once that first one and then two hot acrid streams were playing over my body, my back and my semi clothed arse. I would have known what they were even if I couldn't have smelt them. I could feel the piss rolling off my back and round my neck as it lay over the table edge. The other stream was playing at my shorts, soaking them quickly and running down the crack and over my cock and balls.
'Close your eyes,' and the thighs holding my head were released and a hand placed what I realised were swim goggles over my eyes. 'Now hold your head up.' My face and hair were covered in the continuing hot stream which then played into my open mouth for a moment. I still couldn't really see who was in front of me, just a pair of thighs, but what a pair. They were massive, twice the size of mine and all taut flesh, no fat or flab. As he moved back to allow his piss stream to play over the top of my head I could see his equipment seemed to be in proportion. Massive. Cut and shaved like mine but I'd never get that ball sac in my mouth or the cock either I thought. It had to be eight or nine inches long and several inches round.
However, I had little time to consider his size. A hand pulled the waist band of my shorts down slightly and wrenched the butt plug out, quickly pulling the wet pants back up. Then, before I really had time to complain I felt a belt land across my arse. Once, twice, three times in quick succession. It wasn't laid across me that hard but it stung and I wasn't prepared as I would have been if attempting to inflicting pain on myself. I yelped at each whack.
'Filthy pig, He needs to be really punished.' I heard someone say. I was. The plug being removed from my arse and shoved in my mouth they continued. In but a moment the strap was reapplied to my arse more than half dozen times, and much harder than previously. Now they were really getting into their fun and having less care regarding the abuse inflicted on my body. If it had not been for the butt plug in my mouth I'd have really yelled. Next my hands and feet were released and my body turned over. As my shorts were pulled down and over my feet came the question, 'Are you up to continuing?' I could only nod but did so graphically. While my wrists were refastened to the top of the table my body was dragged down so my arse became level with the other edge and then my legs forded back to my chest. I had no problem guessing what was to happen next.
There was almost no pause. Someone was ready and waiting. A thick, throbbing hot cock was thrust straight up my still leaking arse. No lube was required, he made use of the mix, spit, piss, cum, and it was all he needed to ram straight in as deeply as he could, his groin mashing up against my balls. I wanted to scream.
'I can't hear him,' the voice seemed to vibrate through my arse, it had to belong to the cock so forcibly thrust up my arse, 'How can I enjoy hurting him if I can't hear it?'
'How do you know he wants hurting?' came from one side.
'Don't care. It's too late now anyway,' the cock continued to vibrate, 'Take that plug out his mouth and feed him poppers to keep the noise down.'
As that happened he started to thrust, at first lowly and then faster, harder and deeper. I couldn't see him very well through the smoked goggles but could tell from his thrusting and the grip of his hands on my raised thighs he was enjoying his abuse of my filthy body. Even with the poppers that kept being applied under my nose I could hear myself moaning, my head almost with a will of its own thrashing from side to side whenever the hands holding it were removed to feed me again. 'Christ! Yes! You lovely filthy boy.'
He slammed in so hard I had to yell, my balls were crushed, he shot and shot. A massive stream of boiling cum filled my poor abused arse. There was no time to even catch my breath. As he pulled out with a sudden plop I hardly had time to realise my arse's freedom before it was plugged again, this time with something larger. Looking up I could just make out a massive black body standing over me and saw a pair of huge black hands holding my thighs.
'OK boy. This is what you've come down for so lay back and enjoy. Or otherwise. I don't much care which, as long as you hurt and I can see it. Hope you ready for a long session .'
I recognised the voice. This was the man I played with on the web but never seen. If he was up to just half of the things we'd discussed I was in for a night to remember – if I was up to remembering that was. Chapter Three
As he thrust his weapon deep inside my poor arse he pulled on my thighs, stretching my arms tightly above my head. With my body impaled on his cock and the grip on my doubled legs I was trapped whatever happened.
'Don't waste that. Feed it to him.' Only then did I realise several people had cum over my chest and stomach earlier without my being aware of it. 'And take this belt of his cock.'
Whilst one pair of hands took great joy in roughly scooping the various streams of cum, with traces of shit, to smear over my open mouth, another set finally managed to loosen the belt across my cock allowing my bladder the freedom it had been looking for. There was no way I could have controlled the stream that spewed out, even if I'd wanted to.
It shot into the air, covering everyone before someone grabbed and aimed the flow toward my face whilst another hand raised my head to match my open mouth to the flow. All this time he just stood at the end of the picnic table, manoeuvring his cock slowly deeper and deeper up my filthy arse. He was big. I hadn't been able to see beforehand and judging by what I felt would have probably had second thoughts if seen what he carried. Thank God for the poppers that appeared under my nose from time to time. Not only was he long, even while almost static I could feel the head of his cock deep inside me but apart from that it was thick, possibly thicker than anything else I'd ever had up there and my arse was well aware of the intrusion.
All that seemed to happen as I attempted to use what little movement I retained to wriggle my body around to ease the intrusion was to allow him deeper access and stretch my arse lips even wider.
Whilst I'd been fighting the intrusion my bladder had dried up and the hands on my body had stopped wiping the resulting mixture over me from head to foot and were now working on it harder. There seemed to be someone kneeling behind me, my head raised slightly and trapped between his thighs, stretching my arms even further. More hands were pinching at my nipples and yet more pulling at my cock and stretching my balls. Even with all that I could vaguely see through the goggles other bodies standing around, no doubt waiting to take over.
'Didn't he just piss over us all?' asked the cock in my arse. 'Don't you think he should be punished? Just to show him who's in charge! Anyway, he's all clean now. Anyone ready?'
The cock was just slowly pulling in and out of my arse at this time, only an inch or so at a time for which I was grateful. I was rather dreading what it would be like when he got going, even with poppers and other things happening I was afraid I'd disgrace myself by yelling too loudly. I'd never had anything like it up my arse before and somehow it felt as if he was still growing, throbbing hotly inside me.
The hands left my body alone for a moment, apart from those holding my head trapped from behind, whilst someone clambered onto the table and crouched down, his cock only a foot or so from my face and his arse a like distance from my chest.
`Looks like your arse is going to be busy for a while and too loose to use later anyway, so we'll just have to make do with what's left wont we?'
And that is just what they did, for the next half hour or longer, while that massive cock wriggled round getting comfortable in my hole, as it continued throbbing and heating up, every little twitch sending shafts of painful pleasure through my body, the others used my their hands or my mouth to get themselves off, of course always shooting over my face or body somewhere or other.
Then it started. Someone pulled my arms straight behind my head against the hold my impaler had on my thighs leaving my filthy body stretched taut. And that cock started to move, not just getting comfortable any more, not just inching back and forth, oh no, that was no longer sufficient. He was pulling right back, almost to my arse lips, before plunging right back in again. Slowly at first but as my arse started supplying its own lube for his assault he speeded up. You would have thought the additional lube would have made things better for me but that was not the case, it just made it easier for him to thrust back down inside me with greater and greater force, deeper it seemed at each thrust and bruising my balls as they were flung around or squashed by his body.
I wanted to yell or scream but couldn't gather enough breath to do either as each plunge drove any breath from my body and it was all I could do to grab a quick gasp before he drove it out again. All I could hear above our heavy breathing were moans and gasps dribbling form my mouth, the sweat and spittle was flying from him to land on my dirty body, added to as one or another of the audience decided to have a piss or spit on it. Then someone had the bright idea of applying a belt to my outstretched chest and stomach and as my body attempted to levitate in response I felt him shoot.
Shoot? It was more like a machine gun discharge burst after burst of boiling man juice up and deep inside my gut. That internal abuse and the maltreatment being suffered externally did it and my bruised balls finally gave up their load without requiring actual psychical contact, the first spurt landing on my face followed by what seemed to be a continual stream of cum landing on my chest and stomach.
I couldn't move at all even though all restraints on my body were removed and slowly, thankfully very slowly, that weapon in my arsehole was extracted. Even so I felt a sudden sense of loss as the final tip withdrew with a pop and my bladder took over spraying everywhere until someone grabbed it and aimed the stream toward my face. I was still too shattered to move and just opened my mouth and swallowed when required.
But all good things must come to an end and as my final energies ebbed with the flow from my bladder I could hear the others moving around, getting dressed where necessary and leaving the area. Somebody asked, `Same time next week?' as they helped me to stand. It was the voice from the internet.
`Yes Please.'
What else would you have answered?