Ogedei's Boy by AntBoy -- Chapter Eleven
At first I just couldn't believe it, they weren't disgusted by me pissing myself, in fact were almost encouraging me to do so. Just then Paul squeezed the top of my cock together shutting off the flow and sending an exquisitely sharp pain down the length of my cock back to my bladder. I gasped and tried to pull back but Andrew placed his hands on my shoulders to hold me down while he looked into my face. Hurts?' I nodded. Good hurt?' I nodded again. He turned his head back to Paul, Go on then.' Paul's fingers did something at the base of my scrotum and as he applied pressure the earlier pain amplified and spread, back to my throbbing arse and up into my stomach. I screamed, or at least tried to but Andrews hand was already part covering my mouth. My body had arched of the table to fall back again in relief when Paul removed both his hands for a moment and my cock had a seconds respite as it flowed freely before being squeezed once more at the tip. You OK?' Andrew asked. I could only nod, his piss covered hand was still covering my mouth and I had been busy licking the palm without conscious thought. Should Paul do it again?' He removed his hand. Yes!' No!' Yes!' I didn't know what I wanted. The pain had been sharp, somehow absolute, but delicate and pure at the same time. Back then I couldn't imagine a pain being more excruciating without causing permanent damage to my body. It had been an intense flash of agony that somehow permeated my body on its removal with a soft glow of warm fulfilment. But then, just as I started to bask in that glow, it faded, leaving me sexually released but somehow unsatisfied, once more just a dirty wet body being held down on the table with an aching bladder and knowing that I was missing out somewhere. I instinctively knew what I needed, was aware of what my body sought, but also felt appalled and scared at that intuition. I'd had no real warning I, or my body, craved such inclinations, that they were so deeply embedded in my psyche right then I thought of nothing else. I didn't consider myself a masochist, in fact didn't like pain, yet right at this moment it was exactly what my body craved, if only I had the strength to admit it. I wasn't aware of it right there and then, in fact I doubt I was capable of any coherent thought at all, but the building blocks of my future were being laid down with a precision I would never have discovered on my own. I opened my eyes and looked up at Andrew, You want to hurt me don't you?' If you're up for it. Paul thinks you are.' I had to go along with my new inclinations however before my self-affected poise of disinterest deserted me. Try me, just take it slow and see how far you can get.' He pulled my body further along the table, Paul still agonisingly clamping the top of my cock closed and stretched my arms out behind my head. Can I strap your arms down?' I grunted a reply, the rest of my body was jittering around, and as the relentless pressure on my bladder became more and more intense to the extent I was aware of little else. Go on! Do something, anything,' I was moaning and starting to thrash about. The fact my wrists were somehow strapped above my head inconsequential, in fact I opened my hands and clasped them round the leather straps I discovered there. Gag me before I scream, don't wait any longer. Please!' That final plea was the last distinguishable word to leave my mouth for a while as his next action was to lightly stuff someone's dirty jockstrap in my mouth, waving those lovely poppers under my nose at the same time. I had no idea whose jock it was, it didn't matter, they were all sweat and piss and cum soaked by now. Then Paul's fingers released his grip on my cock and I almost passed out with relief almost immediately reverting to pain when the flood so excitedly rushing to escape found the access route too narrow for the pressure. I couldn't concentrate on that much because whichever hand wasn't directing the jet to spew over Andrews's body and drop back down to mine was either squeezing my balls or pushing and twisting at the plug up my arse. Meanwhile Andrew had knelt astride my chest and was applying his fingers to my nipples, originally just pinching and twisting but now nipping and pulling at them, occasionally leaving off and slapping my face from side to side. He leant down to hold my head still and speak softly in my ear. I want to piss over you.' I tried to nod acceptance. One day I'd love to take a belt to your sexy body. Give it the whipping it needs.' I nodded again. He paused for a moment, then pulling the gag from my mouth asked, You really mean that.' Yes.' How much of that answer was influenced by the snort of poppers he'd just fed me, how much by the fact my bladder was finally almost empty; just down to a dribble, or how much by the fact their combined ministrations to my body were only allowing me to skirt the edge of that glow I could almost see, as if floating just out of reach. Andrew took no time to consider contemplate any such peripheral thoughts himself, merely jumped off the table and scurried away after telling Paul to hold my feet tight. Instead he let go entirely and came round to where my head lay asking, Are you sure about this boy?' No,' I answered truthfully. But I have to find out, as long as he gets back before I lose my nerve. Just help me please.' At that moment Andrew returned gasping for breath from his short run, also no doubt partially in anticipation of his expected enjoyment. His first act came as a surprise when he placed a material pad across my eyes, then used a strap to hold it in place and then tied it off behind my head. Then the poppers again as my feet were grasped and my body pulled taught against the straps around my wrist. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Three quick strokes of what felt like a leather belt fell like cracks of lightening across my taught stomach. I know I screamed, or at least tried to through the filthy we jock mouth gag. My body had arched off the table at the first stroke but that only placed my stomach closer to the following ones. The strokes weren't really laid on with full force but even so they still burnt like hell moments after the last one. Why had he stopped? A voice whispered in my ear, Again?' Yes! Yes! Yes! I could only nod; every gasping breath I took was drawing stale piss and whatever through my gag and I started to choke slightly. The gag was removed but not my blindfold. While I was still trying to catch my breath the poppers returned and then the gag to my mouth. Turning my head to one side I asked, Please leave it out so I can breathe, I'll try not to yell.' As the warmth of the poppers flowed through me I relaxed my grip on the straps around my wrists and tried to fully let my body go limp just in time for the next blow, this time across a different part of my stomach, closer to my groin. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! I managed somehow not to scream this time but it was very close, the noise erupting from my mouth being quite unintelligible, I doubt I had any idea of what I was half yelling, half moaning, but something was happening to me, my body was responding. I knew my cock was wildly rampant again even though it had only blown its load a little while before. I could see and feel the heat from that glow but I needed to be immersed in it. Please fuck me Paul, turn me and use me, please!' I had to be taken, to be mastered if you like. Everything in my past, in my upbringing, that should have rebelled against the very thought was negated by the knowledge dripping through to my conscious self. Even his possession of my body earlier hadn't been sufficient. Then I knew it. Suddenly knew what I needed to fracture through the final barrier. Rape! They untied my wrists and started to lift my legs and pull me back down the table. No! Please! Get me on the ground and do me hard. I need you to take me.' Even then I couldn't say the word. Are you sure?' I'd been untied and released; pulling the blindfold from my eyes I scrambled, stumbled off the table and fell against him. You don't have to,' but it was a half-hearted remark and I felt his hardness squashed against my own and saw the gleam in his eyes. Yes I do. Promise to do me hard, no mercy.' I slid down his body to its junction and licked along the length of his throbbing cock. There were already drops of pre-cum dripping from the end which I licked off and teased at his piss slit. That did it. He grabbed me half by my still dripping hair, and half by my neck, twisted and threw me face down on the grass, my stiff cock being painfully stretched back between my legs rather than its natural position against my stomach. I had no time to adjust the situation as he did a wrestling drop across my buttocks driving any air remaining from my lungs with a wheeze. You want it, you've got it boy.' That boy' hit me somewhere under my breastbone. Do you need Andrew to hold you down?' Just that poppers.' Someone pulled the plug from my arse with a sharp tug and a plop and arse juices and Pauls earlier deposit started leaking out. The little bottle was pushed into my hand and the moment I put it to my nose Paul plunged. No finesse this time, no waiting to see if I was OK, no questions at all. Just the sound of a quick breath and I was impaled. Straight through my arse lips, past the muscles, through the bone and stabbing into my gut. His body fell across mine, and then he pulled back and started to work. This was no careful lover, no inductor trying to be watchful of his actions as he took my virginity as he had earlier. This was sex, pure undulated animal sex. Just what I needed. I knew I didn't love him, probably wasn't still so infatuated with him, hoped we could play together again, but right now I just wanted the human animal in him to possess this other human animal. He was attacking my arse as if attempting to plough his cock through me into ground beneath, in and out, almost to the lips, at times right out, then back with a vengeance sufficient to cause my hips to leave an impression in the ground. Someone, it had to be Andrew, was pissing over my head and down my back. Even through our gasps and grunts I heard it gulp and gurgle where it flowed between my arse cheeks and Pauls cock used it as further lube to attack my hole. I heard myself talking between my groans. Yes! Go on fuck me like you mean it. Piss over me, beat me, take me, rape me. Stop playing with me. For God's sake hurt me.' That couldn't be me saying that. I didn't know where the words were coming from. My arse was sore, every thrust sent another shaft of pain through my gut but I was enjoying that too much. My whipped stomach was being battered against the grass; I was getting closer to that ephemeral glow, I wanted to dive in but still something was missing. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Andrew had heard me and taken me at my word. You want that then? You ready to be our boy any time we want? Accept what we do to you?' Whack! Whack! Whack! I couldn't answer him, couldn't even sniff again at the poppers bottle that fell from my hand as I swam straight into that glow, there was no need to dive or run, just a calm breaststroke and I was engulfed. A rush of warmth, a tingling sensation spreading, was flowing through my body. It took me over, separated me from my abusers to float calmly above them. As it wrapped me in flames that didn't burn, couldn't burn, all emotion and feeling seemed to leave my body. I could see Andrew kneeling athwart my head using one hand to apply his belt to my back each time Paul drew away and furiously wanking over my head with the other. Paul was grimacing with each thrust, his face screwed in a snarl and his body taut as a bow and equally ready to let go. I almost pitied them. They would never experience anything like this, never feel the heat, the all over body warmth that made me its own and I was almost glad. This wasn't something to be shared. Andrew left off beating my back and dropping the belt used that hand to pull tightly down on his balls as he started shooting over me for the second time that day. That sight seemed enough for Paul who started likewise, stream after stream of hot, almost boiling, cum streaked from his cock into my gut, spreading out to merge with the glow now permeating my every pore. He half collapse over me, twisting his legs around mine and folding his arms beneath my body to turn us both over, his cock still twitching inside my arse and my sore back laying over his chest, his rapidly beating heart echoing through my breastbone. Andrew knelt between my legs, his mouth closed over my straining cock and he started sliding his lips up and down. I struggled in Pauls grasp. No.' I didn't want it to end, didn't want that glow to leave me although I knew that idea was impossible. Andrews's lips were gripping me tighter, his hands were stretching and squeezing my balls, Pauls fingers were kneading my abused nipples and I knew it wouldn't be long. As my arse cheeks clenched over Pauls cock still half inside me and my balls finally gave up their load I heard a little voice, right inside my head. I must have gone mad. You know where we are now,' fingers of warmth wrapped themselves back round me in a hug of farewell; `you can find us again when you want to. We'll never really leave you.' They never did. I was half aware that Paul almost carried me inside to the shower while Andrew remained to clean up, and then joined him to help wash and dry me before spraying my body with a pain relief and allowing me to fall into a deep and dream filled sleep, still wrapped safely in a fainter version of my fire.