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Night of a Thousand Loads by Ronnie Andrews
Every day, every night. It is always the same. It has been this way for several years, but I have lost track of time. I usually have no idea if it's night or day. I am a marine and was captured during a reconnaissance mission about three years ago. I was on my third tour of duty in Afghanistan. Two other marines were with me, but we were spread out over a two hundred yard area.
In the dark, I accidentally slipped down into a ravine right to the feet of about twenty guys all armed to the teeth with weapons. During my fall, my weapon slipped away so all I could do was lay there, completely vulnerable to twenty guys. I thought they would immediately kill me. I overheard on my belt radio my buddies saying they were headed back to camp. I obviously couldn't respond and they couldn't hear or see me. They had no idea I was completely at the mercy of the enemy.
Two of men in their group immediately got a rope and tied my arms behind my back. Another guy tied a gag in my mouth so I couldn't call out and give away their position to my buddies. The next thing I felt was being pushed to the ground on my knees. I was terrified of what they would do to me, so I just knelt there motionless for hours. I heard them talking thirty feet away, but I had no idea what they were saying or what they were going to do with me. Of course, when you are in a situation like this you expect the worst, but I still tried to think I might survive. I knew because they didn't immediately stab me with a knife that they would probably keep me alive for at least awhile, to be used in a trade for a prisoner exchange or for cash.
It's well known among the troops that if you ever get caught the military spent millions of dollars to buy you back. This is an underground policy only those in the military and high in government know. I imagined that a third of the so-called 'terrorists' were really just opportunists who saw an easy way to make money, a lot of money. The average Afgan family only makes about $150 a year, so the one million dollars they can make with one kidnapping is a great temptation among usually honest Afgans. If you and your family were starving and barely living from day to day you would probably go into the 'business' of selling humans for cash too, maybe not.
They had me now, but I didn't know which group had me, opportunists or terrorists. Just before dawn I was abruptly pulled to my feet and motioned to walk through a small passageway from the rock fortress we spent the night in. We all walked in single file on a small trail carved out of the mountainside. Although it was pitch black they seemed to know exactly where to walk. Only the soft light from the stars made it possible to see an occasional figure, or a the side of the trail.
Just before the first light appeared I was pulled into a small hole. I had to duck my head because the hole was only about three feet around. But inside it was huge. There were hundreds of people, mostly men, but some women. Torches lined at least a dozen caves deep into the rock going in many different directions. It was an underground city. It looked almost like a city at night at home, but with torches instead of lights. Hundreds of cots made from woven grasses and supported with large branches lined the walls of each cave. As I was being led by this suberrarien fortress I looked to my right and then to my left. Mens were laying on cots on each side of the cave. Some guys were obviously fucking their women on other cots. There was no such thing as privacy in this cave. Everything was done in full view of everyone else. I imagined myself back thousands of years when early man did the same thing. No one cared if couples were fucking, pissing, or doing anything. Everything was natural then. Simple days, before societies swept through the world imposing the will of the few on the many.
This society is supposedly completely closed to the outside world, yet if you are one of them, everything is completely open. Most wore almost no clothes. I noticed as soon as someone would enter the outer cave they would start taking their clothes off. As I continued to be led through to a deeper part of the cave guys on both sides were on their knees sucking other guys' cocks. I was taught they were a very prudish people, but I had been told what my country wanted me to believe. This new world was completely different and seemed so free, at least of clothing and inhibitions.
Toward the end of the cave I was told to through another small opening. I complied, and when I went through it I was in awe. It was huge. The 'roof' was covered with bright white stalactites and the 'floor' was covered in amber stagmites. On one side of the massive cavern was a stream. The lights from the torches reflected off of the crystal clear water & the bright white ceiling and it looked beautiful.
One of the guys guarding me pointed to the water, and then moved his hand over his arm like a washing motion. He was actually telling me to clean up if I wanted. I jumped toward the water and lowered my mouth to it. I was dying of thirst from sweating because of the nervousness and the long march to get to the caves. I took off my shirt and washed it out. Then I took off my pants and did the same. A captor pointed to my white briefs and then pointed to the water. I took off my underpants and washed them too. When I was through they motioned for me to put all of my clothes over a rope to dry.
I got completely in the water and it felt so good. It was cold, but very refreshing. When I finally got out one guy gave me a clean cloth to dry off with. They then led me to a darker place in the cavern lit only with one torch. When my eyes got used to the dimmer light, I quickly realized what would be in store for me. Around the edge were at least 150 guys, all of them naked. The sounds in the cavern were the unmistakable sounds of hands sliding over hard cocks. The entire cavern was filled with the overpowering, yet erotic musky scent of males. Because of the overwhelming musky man scent combined with the scent of semen my lungs quickly became filled with their male essence.
Many of the men pointed to the center of the cavern and told me to kneel on the ground. Once I knelt, every guy increased the speed they stroked their cocks. As I turned my head guys were jacking on their cocks from every direction. The sounds of men sliding their hands over their cock shafts was one I have heard hundreds of times before. It's the sound I have heard growing up in the bedroom I shared with my two brothers, to the large boarding rooms at summer camp where guys would jack on their cocks in the middle of the night, to my marine barracks at night. Guys everywhere, of every color or stripe, jack off their cocks. It's in our nature. We are males. We are driven to jack off our cocks and spew out semen out everywhere and as often as possible. It's not just a way to pleasure ourselves, it's a beautiful compulsion we have throughout life.
This place was no different. The guy guarding me motioned for me to jack on my cock, so I did. My hand slid over my cock and I started sliding my palm over my shaft back and forth. When I got rock hard all of the guys started to grunt in a strange, but erotic way. They loved that I was jacking off with them. At least on that level we were all one, all doing what all men have done since time began. And being in this cave with at least a 150 guys seemed like it was the beginning of time.
Slowly the circle of guys around me began to shrink. Then one by one, a stroking guy would present his cock right in front of my face and cry out. His semen would spray out all over my face, neck and chest. When he got through shooting another guy came to me and spewed out his sperm all over me. Then another, and another. I knelt there fascinated, because I was enjoying the attention of man after man spewing out his cum all over my face and body. Half of the men would motion for me to open my mouth and stretch out my tongue. I eagerly complied and as if it was the most natural act in the world, I opened my mouth and stretched out my tongue to receive their juice. One, two, three final jacks on the cock in front of me and out spewed rope after rope of hot, thick sperm all over my lips, tongue and mouth. When the final cum would ooze out of his cockhead, the guy would run his cockhead on my tongue so the last of his cum would be wiped off into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed every drop of his cum.
I didn't realize it but as one guy left this part of the cavern another guy entered. One by one they ejaculated their semen on my body, face and open mouth. Almost all of them wanted to shoot in my mouth. Yes, they are typical men. Typical men all love to cum in a waiting mouth more than in a pussy or an ass. Being with these unknown men made me realize all men are the same. They have the same needs and lusts.
The sounds of men grunting and crying out combined with their echoes throughout the cavern made the moment even more surreal. It sounded as if every man on earth was crying out in pleasure at the same time. Every few moments another man stood before me spraying my face with blasts of his hot, thick cum. I resigned my fate a long time ago, knowing that any objection from me would lead to drastic consequences. So I stayed kneeling and being coated with the cum from hundreds and hundreds of men.
To them, it was like a ritual. I imagined all their captives were treated the same way. Like most men, I had fantasies about being with another man sexually, but never really acted out on it. But as I was being constantly sprayed with hot male juices I remembered the first time I played with another guy.
Randy and I were both good friends as seniors in high school. Randy invited me over to his house one day to play guitars together. To inspire us he always offered me pot to smoke. I had it a couple of times before and I told him "sure". He could sing and I could play lead guitar while he played rhythm. After playing for awhile, and because the pot was making me very horny, I started to look at Randy's crotch. I could tell he had a large cock by his bulge and that only created more fantasies of being with him.
Later, we put our guitars down and he put a porn movie in his video player. It wasn't long till we were both fishing our cocks out of our pants and stroking them. We both watched each other as we sat next to each other on the couch. Randy got up still stroking his cock and sat on the coffee table in front of me. We were knee to knee and I could see him stroking his cock as I was stroking mine. Just looking at Randy playing with his cock was so exciting. I never knew just watching another guy pleasuring himself could be so erotic and stimulating.
Soon we both started to moan at the same time as huge gobs of hot semen was sprayed into the air. Our cum mixed as it went at least two feet up and then fell back down to our legs. I never knew anything could be more exciting than to watch as our cocks climaxed together and our semen joined in midair before falling down on top of us. Randy looked at me with that same glazed look in his eyes that I had. We didn't say a word to each other. No words needed to be said. We spoke to the other in the most primal way men can. Our passions became 'one' for that moment and I dreamed of having so many more with Randy.
During our entire senior year Randy would invite me over and we would jack off in front of each other while watching porn. We almost did it every day until he graduated and moved away. It was so hard to see him go. I felt so bad that I told him I wanted to see him just one more time. He told me he only had an hour so I told him I would come by, pick him up, and go get a burger and talk. I picked him up and we immediately started talking about how much we would miss each other.
There was a small wooded park on the way to the restaurant, so without saying a word, I pulled over and stopped the car. I looked over to Randy's sad eyes and then leaned toward him. I closed my eyes and kissed him on the lips for the first time. Our tongues played their ritual of passion as our hands groped for the other's crotch. We unbuttoned each other's jeans and slid them off. As we continued to kiss our hands were all over the other's balls and cock. We rearrianged ourselves into a perfect 69. I thought "What am I doing, what is Randy doing?" Soon our tongues were lapping at each other's crotches, tasting the beautiful flavor only a man can give you, and getting lost in his delicious scent.
Our heads soon began bobbing on each other's cocks until we released our hot seed into our mouths. Both of us were so eager to take as much of the other's cum as possible. Would we see each other again? I wanted this magical moment to last forever. We stayed laying in a 69 long after our orgasms and bathed in the afterglow of man-man sex. After an hour I took Randy home and we never saw each other again. But I'm sure his memories of me is etched into his mind and heart as much as my memories of him.
My experiences with Randy led to a lot of very erotic thoughts of being with other guys as I grew older, but because I usually had a girlfriend or a wife, I never acted on any of my hidden fantasies other than with Randy.
But here. Now. At this moment I was completely at the mercy of a seemingly endless number of horny men all wanting to bathe me with their sperm.
My mind flipped between memories of being with Randy and of the present where I was being sprayed with load after load of cum. I was enjoying knowing I was bringing so much pleasure to so many men. I loved all of the difference scents and tastes of so many men's semen. Each guy's semen was different in some small, almost imperceptible way, but they all had the unmistakable male scent that filled all my senses and drove me wild with passion. I began to long for the next guy to spew his seed on me and in me. I knew I was experiencing one of the most erotic and sexual experiences of my life. I didn't feel like a prisoner. I felt like a king, being fed by my subjects.
I even had thoughts I never wanted to be rescued. But why should I? They treated me very well. Fed me, bathed me, and treated me as a special gift to be treasured. I felt as it was all of them who were the true gifts, and I was the fortunate recipient. Oh how I loved to receive their semen.
Every night was the same. Hundreds and hundreds of guys would cover my entire body with their semen. I gulped down gallons of their precious fluids and lusted for more. My thoughts kept going back to the first guy in the cave who shot his sperm into my mouth. I remembered how much I loved the feeling of his hot, divine juice being sprayed onto my tongue face. I remembered how much I loved letting his sperm slide down my throat into my inner being, filling me with a feeling I never wanted to lose. It reminded me of my last special time with Randy, and I wanted more, much more.
Night after night, I was treated like a special guest, a person of great importance. I didn't consider myself a prisoner, a captive, or being used for other's sexual gratification. I only thought of how beautiful I was being treated and how much I longed for each night when they would all gather around me to bless me with their holy seed.
Over the next three years I must have consumed hundreds of gallons of semen from the most virile of men. I never questioned any of my 'captors'. I never complained. After each long cum-bathing session many of the guys could come to me and lick my body from head to toe, bathing me, and cleaning off every drop of sperm.
One night I had twelve guys all naked on their knees surrounding me lapping at my body as if it was the most delicious plate of food they had ever eaten. I loved the feeling of their warm tongues licking over my entire body. I loved knowing how much they were loving the taste of so many men's cum.
I laid on my back and let them completely clean me. As soon as the last drop of cum was lapped off of my body they would always focus their attention on my cock, which was always rock hard from the stimulation they gave me. One by one, each of them would take turns sucking on my cock and balls.
Sometimes it seemed as if there was a competition among themselves to see who got to be the one to stimulate me to orgasm. It seemed to be an honor to be the first man to take the first spurt of semen from my cock. They all sensed when that magical moment would come. All of their mouths got closer and closer to my cockhead. As soon as the first spurt of my semen spurted out a hungry mouth was there to receive it. Once his tongue was bathed with his prize his mouth withdrew and the next mouth was blessed with my second spurt of semen. One by one, mouth by mouth, my semen would be ejaculated up from my balls and from that heavenly container that holds all of the life giving fluid of man, into another man.
I always loved cumming for my men. I loved that moment they would all become worshippers of cock as they competed for each string of my holy sperm. Because of how much they loved my cum I wished I could cum forever satisfying every man's thirst in the cavern. I wanted to please them all.
Sometimes I had ten, twelve or fifteen guys all with their mouths licking and lapping at my cock to get as much of my spurting semen as possible. I felt as if I was in a dream world. I knew that I would never experience such a divine pleasure as I experience with these men if I was ever forced to leave.
As my orgasm slowed the last man sucking on my cock would be allowed by the others to continue to hold his mouth on my hard cock so he could take the very last drops of my cum into his mouth. This last man always suckled on my cock until it went soft and then he rested his head on my stomach, just holding the spongy head of my cock in his lips. For at least an hour after my orgasm he would lay next to me lapping at my cockhead with his tongue to make sure he got the very last drop of my cum. To make sure, he would always use his hand, griping my shaft firmly and then slide it up my cock to cause the last drops of ooze from my cockhead and out the cumslit. As he tasted the last of my seed he would moan so beautifully.
I learned from all the times I have been with these men that a 'moan' from a man is the same no matter where a man is in the world. Moaning is a universal 'language' and I learned from these men how beautiful their moans were. I loved feeling so appreciated other men.
After being sucked off and drained, the same men who lapped up ever drop of my cum helped me to my feet and led me to the crystal clear water flowing through the cave. They all helped lead me into the water and then bathe me. They used soap and lathered me up. I felt like I was a king, and in many ways, I was. Where else on earth could a man be so completely worshipped by such a large number of men?
The water was cold, but the heat from all the hot male hands all over me made the contrast seem even more wonderful. They bathed every inch of me, especially my balls, cock and ass. They always seemed fascinated with bathing my ass. Their soapy fingers easily glided all over my butt crack tantalizing my ass with light sensual probings. Ultimately, they would begin to slide their fingers up inside of my ass. They were experts at pleasuring my manly cavity. Their probes went deeper and deeper until I almost felt as if they were sticking their arms up inside of me. I know that after many baths with them my ass became conditioned and it would instantly became loose to allow them as much deep access as they wanted. They would all take turns slipping their entire hands into my ass and using their fingers to massage my prostate.
They knew exactly what they were doing. Every time their hands slivered up inside of my ass my cock would respond immediately. As soon as it got rock hard one of their mouths would be on it sucking, while a hand was in my ass. The stimulation was overpowering and when my ass and cock were being subjected to so much divine pleasure I would soon shoot a load of my thick semen into a hot, hungry mouth. It seemed as if my men's appetite for semen was as strong as mine. As my sperm began spraying from my cocktip, the speed and intensity of the man sucking me increased. As my semen covered his tongue it put him in a state of pure sexual delight, and I was always so willing to give each of my men every drop of sperm I had. I wished I could cum for hours or days at a time, a continuous flow of sperm, my male liquid spurting into the mouths of man after man worshipping my cock.
One day, several leaders of the group came to me and told me they were offered several million dollars to release me. They said they would free me as soon as they received the money. My heart fell to my feet. I had often dreamed of this moment, but now that it was here, my only thoughts were of staying and living what I considered to be paradise.
When I was finally able to speak I told them I didn't want to go. I told them I wanted to stay and be a part of their lives. I told them I couldn't go back now after experiencing total bliss and joy. I knew the large amount of money would mean so much to them but I wasn't ready to leave. I wondered if I would ever be ready to leave. I became overcome with sadness and tears flowed from my eyes.
The leaders backed away from me and began talking. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I thought they were just working out the details of my exchange for money. Then they came back to me, and one of them said "Ok, you can stay, stay for as long as you want". At first I couldn't believe what I had just been told. I thought they were misunderstanding my language. But then they told me again I could stay. Several guys, knowing how emotional I was, all came to me and started to hug me. I knew I had a chance to leave, but every cell in my body cried out to stay. I told them all "Thank you so much!" Without saying another word all the men hugging me started to kiss my body, and two were on their knees sucking my cock.
From that moment forward, I had officially become part of their tribe. I felt so complete and I couldn't wait for the night to come when I would resume my normal routine on my knees sucking on a thousand cocks a night.
Copyright 2008, Ronnie Andrews, All Rights Reserved
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