Memories by Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk [Revised 2009] Chapter 5
That summer the brothers finally got their permanent resident permits and it was decided that being a very warm moonlight night, we would visit to our favourite picnic site as one way to celebrate. I knew by now they were in telephone contact with at least two of the boys who.d used my body to experiment on, and knowing it was vacation time I was expecting to see some of them down there. I knew that whatever happened I would be in for a long hard session and preferred it to be people I had met before rather than complete strangers who I knew I.d be offered to if the boys didn.t turn up. By now quite a few of the regulars were aware what would be likely to happen when we turned up and I.d become used to seeing familiar faces in the audience whenever I had a chance to look, which wasn.t very often.
We arrived just before mid-night and after changing sat in the car as usual, coffee and a couple of reefers. We had in fact given up on the boys and I had just been told to get out and walk up and down in front of the other vehicles when a couple of cars turned in to the park at a greater speed than was usual. We could see they were both full and even though I never felt at risk when John and Paul were around we decided to stay put for a while and see what developed. After driving round a couple of times they both reversed in a little way from us and after a couple of minutes the occupants got out. They were a mixed crowd, a couple of older men possibly late forties and the rest early twenties. I could make out a least one coloured man in the group that were dressed generally in a mixture of torn denims, sports shorts, T shirts or short sleeves, boots and trainers. Just the sort of group I would generally think had left the pub and probably looking for trouble.
I had in fact placed the key back into the ignition ready for a quick get away when we recognised two of them as being from what by now we thought of as our usual group. We had just recognised them when a motorbike pulled into the site and everyone apart from the two cars that had just driven in got back into their vehicles and again the brothers and I sat to see what would happen. When the motor cyclists took off their helmets I recognised them as the pair I.d met several times shortly before I.d met the brothers and whilst I was explaining this to them the motor cyclists walked over to the two cars that had had just driven in and started to talk to the occupants. It soon seemed obvious that they were all knew each other.
As I quickly told the brothers, a couple of months previously, at the start of what I.d call the real summer, when the evenings were comfortably warm I.d got myself into a situation where I really only had myself to blame and anyway, by the time I.d fully recovered a couple of days later, had to accept that in fact I.d enjoyed it as much as any of the others. Even so, if I.d realised at the start just how the night would finally turn out I.m quite sure I would have run a mile, or in my case driven off as fast as possible.
I.d been down to the east coast on business and will admit that I.d planned to look for a bit of fun on the way back. I was delayed but not enough to change my plans and shortly before eleven p.m. pulled off the road into a picnic site that was well secluded in the woods in order to change for later and have a cup of coffee from the flask in the boot. As mentioned before I was quite well organised and apart from carrying flasks of coffee and a snack in the car had a bag in the boot that I called my night bag. Being high summer and quite warm I carried an old pair of trainers and white socks, tight blue silky sports shorts and a white sleeveless T shirt. I don.t think I.m being vain to say that I looked good dressed like that being just over five foot ten inches with fair, short cut hair and a reasonable body as, though coming up to twenty five, I got quite a bit of exercise taking my two dogs out for a run at least once a day.
I had quite a nice tan having spent most of the last couple of weeks getting the garden in order where I wore as little as possible and had noticed only that morning my hair had been bleached by the sun while my skin was just a nice shade of bronze rather than brown. Under the above I was dressed somewhat differently as admittedly I hoped to strip off later on. I had put padded straps on my ankles, wrists and upper arms that had strong D rings embedded, also a chain round my neck. Under the shorts I wore a leather jock strap with two straps up the back leaving my arse well exposed. Also a leather cock and ball strap keeping everything nice and tight and a chain behind that pulling my balls down and continuing underneath to attach to a chain round my waist.
All in all I was feeling quite ready for some fun later on. As it was now only just eleven and there were only a couple of other cars in the site I decided to get out and allow my dogs to have a run while I sat at a nearby picnic table to have my coffee and a cigarette. I had just called the dogs back and had put them in the car in order to drive to another site I knew off when a motor bike pulled into the site and I thought I.d hang on to see what they looked like before I took myself off to an area I knew better, also where by now I knew which vehicles were regular, like mine, and which I should be careful about.
The motor bike pulled in between two of the cars and when the riders removed their helmets to talk to the drivers I recognised them, having seen them both around from time to time before but never having come into contact with them, so to speak. I thought they both looked OK and walked into the cottage where they followed shortly after and watched me semi-strip off and give someone else a blow job. After that had finished they told me to stay where I was whilst they both pulled out decent sized cocks and wanked over me. The next couple of times we met up, again in the cottage they had both made use of my mouth but finished off over my body again. Then, only a few weeks ago, they had taken me off into the woods and having made me strip right off had taken it in turns to hold me down while the other fucked my arse.
When they.d had enough of that they told me to lick their boots and when I refused pulled my hair and tits until I relented, after which they both used my mouth and came over me as before, leaving me lying naked, dirty and exhausted in the bracken. A couple of weeks ago they had come into the cottage when I was lying on the floor while someone came over me and when he had finished taken me outside without giving me time to put my shorts or T shirt on. There were quite a few cars around that night and being nearly a full moon the occupants could all see what was happening.
I was glad the cottage and car park were hidden in the woods and found that not knowing what was to happen while still feeling reasonably safe because of the audience, also the very fact of the audience was a hell of a turn on. They marched me round to several of the cars, usually the people who didn.t come into the cottage which told me they were as regular as myself, and asked if anyone wanted their cocks sucked. There were two takers and in each case they forced me to my knees in the open and held me while I had my face fucked. In both cases they told the person fucking my face to cum over my body. Then they made me lie face down in the middle of the car park and one of them pulled of his belt and started to beat my arse. When I protested and tried to get up I was pushed down again and one held my arms outstretched and they got someone else to hold my legs while I was beaten.
It hurt, but as I sort of enjoyed it as well and was almost sorry when they stopped. Then I was hauled over to their bike and thrown over the saddle to find one cock rammed in my arse and another in my mouth. I didn.t know if I was coming or going and at some time shot my load without realising it. They came at almost the same time and just pulled me off the bike and dropped me on the ground. All they said was, "If you.re up to it we.ll go further next time", and drove off leaving me there to recover. I felt at least two others wank off over me before I recovered enough to pull my shorts on and make my way back to my car where I wiped myself off with my T shirt and drove home.
There was something about the whole session that left me feeling still randy, even though I just cum and just thinking about it I got hard again and turned round and returned to the site for another hour or so. Then, only a few weeks ago, I had walked into the cottage to find them already waiting. It was a really warm night and they both wore denim shorts, leather boots and jackets. In both cases the jackets were open and I could see leather and chain harnesses underneath. "Do you want to try and go a little further?" I was asked and when I replied "Yes", was told not to talk, just strip and pick up my clothes.
After I.d done so one of them clipped a dog chain to the chain round my neck and led me out of the toilet. As before they led me across the centre of the car park but this time it was just a preview as they pulled me into the woods and close to a stream where they bound me to a tree. It wasn.t very wide but quite straight and strong so that after they used their belts just under my arms and below my arse to strap me to the tree I was unable to move. My wrists they also strapped together in front of the tree.
One of them came round the front and started to pinch and pull my tits, when I moaned he said, "You.ll have something to moan about before we finish tonight." The other found a branch and after pulling off the twigs and bits commenced to beat my arse and back. When I yelled he just beat harder and the other worked more on my tits so I found it best to try and keep my mouth closed. I couldn.t help moaning and groaning from time to time which they seemed to accept as being normal. When my arse and back felt red all over they untied me and forced me to kneel down where they tied my wrists to my ankles. I noticed at this time, they had both removed their jackets and shorts, also that we had an audience. They both wore chain and leather cock straps rather like my own, also upper body harness with studded biceps straps. They were somewhat better built than I realised, mid twenties, around five foot ten with cocks well in proportion.
One of them got behind me and holding my head in one hand by the hair forced the fingers of the other into my mouth. Then he asked the audience if anyone wanted their cocks licked and when several came forward made me lick all their cocks, one by one. The other who had been idly switching my tits from time to time now stood in front and without warning rammed his cock in my mouth as hard as possible, I thought I would choke when he shifted his position and started to rapidly fuck my face. I had no time to protest or anything as I had enough trouble just getting breath each time he pulled back. Just as I felt his cock start to throb and thought he would cum when he pulled out and roughly throwing on the ground wanked over my arse. Then, before I.d really got my breath back the other got down and wiping his friends cum over his cock stuck it straight up my arse and fucked me stupid. When he had finished they just rolled me over on my back and walked away for the others to wank over. In a way I was disappointed things didn.t go on longer but have to admit I felt absolutely shattered.
Well, here they were again and obviously friendly with the other group. After looking round our car was spotted and a couple of the lads I now recognised walked over to our car and John told me to get out and kneel down in front of the car while he talked to them. After a moment or two he waved the others over and they stood at the back of the car talking and looking over at me. I recognised one other face but had only seen the older pair as audience before and hadn.t seen the other three young men, including the coloured one, at all. I managed to hear enough to pick up the fact that the young ones were all at college together and had met through the local gay group there while a couple of our local lads knew the older pair who had a house twenty minutes away to where it was suggested we move.
The motorcyclists who had now recognised me it turned out had moved into the area the previous year. It was asked if I could be a present for the coloured boy who had heard of our earlier games, as they were described, and had been getting hard all term just thinking about it. John and Paul said that would be all right as long as the usual rules were applied and with that I was told to get back in the car and follow the others without dressing myself in any way. I am sure there must have been quite a few disappointed viewers left behind that night. We drove off and as arranged I followed the other cars and the bike, feeling very strange driving dressed only in leather straps chains and a jock strap. After several turnings onto more and more minor roads we drove into a long drive through woods and pulled up in front of a fair sized house with floodlights that came on as we drove up.
There were some dozen or so bikes and half a dozen cars. One of the original boys came up and after I.d got out of the car Paul attached a lead to the chain round my neck and handed control of me over to the others. Generally I shall not try to write down who said what or who did what as I must admit that it all started to blur somewhat from then on. I was given another reefer to smoke with words to the effect I would most likely need it before the night was out and as I smoked it was led through the house into the back garden. There were a couple of dozen men in total, ages from late teens to fifties I would have said, dressed in a variety of leather and denim, several in shorts and a couple dressed much as myself in leather jocks with a few straps and chains.
Added to this group now were the crowd that had turned up with me so the total people present were in the low thirties. I did notice that several of them were coloured, but never found where they came from. I was introduced in a general sort of way but never even discovered who the host was. I had a couple, or admittedly rather more, quite strong drinks and was quite ready when it was suggested that I allow myself to be tied to a set of stakes in the form of and X that left me spread-eagled, with my cock and balls resting on the V where the stakes crossed. I was to realise as the night wore on that this had been designed to allow access to the largest possible area of my body. Only then was I told my body was to be used as an initiation for the coloured boy who had to show what he was capable after being fucked each end himself. I did think it rather unfair that I would be fucked several times when he only had to take it once, but then again that was why I.d come in the first place. I didn.t know what else was going to happen to me though but guessed I wasn.t about to get away with just a fucking.
For the next half-hour or so nothing much happened. I was felt over and examined by most of the other guests present, nothing too drastic, just some twisted tits and the odd finger up my arse with the occasional slap, also fed a few drinks and a couple of reefers. Then as the alcohol started to take effect on us all some of them started to get a little bolder. I asked where the coloured boy was that I.d been supplied for and was told I would be meeting up with him later after he had finished servicing the leaders in private and that I was all the others had to enjoy themselves with for the time being. And that is just what they proceeded to do. Over the next hour or so I was fucked several times, in between being beaten both front and back. Several of them had a pissing competition to see who could piss up to my face with the winner having the next chance to fuck me and I was beginning to think there would be nothing left of me for the initiation when several more men came out of the house and said it was time.
I was untied and led through the kitchen down to a cellar that had obviously been re designed with this sort of scene in mind. Generally it was dim lit with mini spots into the centre where a low table stood, complete with straps and chains. Also chains hanging from the ceiling. That was about all I had time to see as I was led into the light and after my soaking leather jock was removed the straps round my ankles fastened to rings in the floor. I thought my legs had been pulled too far apart to retain my balance but my upper body harness was fastened to chains from above and pulled up until I couldn.t have fallen at all if I.d wanted. My arms were then clipped together at the wrists and attached to another chain and pulled above my head. Another elastic strap was attached to the strap around my balls, then pulled down and fastened to the floor so that every movement pulled down on my balls.
For a few minutes they stood around, smoking, drinking and talking before a coloured lad I.d not really noticed before was given a push and came over and started to feel me, quickly getting bolder as he squashed my balls and twisted my tits whispering into my ear, "I.m going to fuck you so it hurts before we.ve finished white boy and I.m going to enjoy doing it." Like I said at the beginning, I could see that he was big, my god he was big. There was just something about him that shouted size and energy. He wasn.t a lot larger than my two friends, but whilst they had made use of and abused my body on numerous occasions there was something about him that just shouted size. He was jet black and whilst I.d always considered my friends big being six foot or so well built and quite capable of controlling me when not strapped down, somehow he dwarfed them, not much taller but broader and black as night, making them seem almost pale in comparison.
He was wearing a white breechclout but even so I could see he was in proportion all over. Somehow I just knew this was going to be a session I would not get over in a hurry that is if I was able to get over it at all. The session that followed continued until breakfast time and he made good his promise. Another set of lighter weights were attached to the ring I wore at the end of my cock. Then I was whipped and beaten all over with special attention paid to my cock and arse. I started to lose track of what happened from then on but felt myself let down and fastened to the table where my legs were pulled apart and attached to ceiling chains. The attachments to my body harness were fixed to a winch, which was used to rack my body on the table, and then a cushion put under my head before it was also strapped down. Then they really started.
The coloured boy rammed a cock up my arse that felt like a broom stick and nearly came out of the top of my head and as he fucked me, trying, so it felt, to rip me open. He came almost at once but stayed inside while the others were holding lighted candles over me seeing who could come closest to my tits or my cock and balls. When they tired of that one by one they got up on the table and took turns at my face. After some time the obvious happened and I had to piss. This didn.t faze the coloured boy at all, he just said it would help the lubrication, and proceeded to demonstrate by pulling out and pissing over me.
The next time I opened my eyes I could see several of the others standing on the table above me and pissing over me while I felt the coloured boy force another entry back up my arse. He really got off seeing me hurt and abused and kept on telling them to hurt me more, stick a cock in my face or whip my tits and chest. All the time either fucking me or working on my cock and balls. The cock ring I wore was almost hidden as my cock got harder and harder without relief and it was only the occasional piss that allowed it to go down at all.
I never did come off that night and didn.t miss it either with all that was going on. I have no idea how many times the coloured boy came inside me but I was quite unable to service Paul and John for a couple of weeks afterwards. When he had said he intended to hurt me he meant just that and obviously took great enjoyment in doing so. My tits, cock and balls were tender for almost the same period and though we visited the house several times afterwards and even had a session with the coloured boy again it was decided that, with some regret, it would never go that far again.
I was never told all about what did go on that night but the brothers always paid attention if I said no., afterwards. In a way I think they were impressed with the amount of punishment I took but as I said "It.s no good using everything up in one night. It.s better to spread it over a period of time, more fun that way." We did have fun out of doors and on and off still do but have never gone quite over that course again. I don.t know if I regret that or not but know that while I.m quite happy with the situation we have now I wouldn.t have missed it for everything.