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The Hudson Horde - Part 1
I had just left work and was heading towards the multi-storey car park. It was Friday, so my girlfriend was coming into town to have sex with me and my friends over the weekend, as usual. Her train would be pulling into the station at 5:25pm, so I had plenty of time to get there. John and Julie's place would be our first port of call, so we'd freshen up there and then go on to the party as a foursome.
Anyway, I was walking towards my car when a guy, coming in the other direction, stopped me to ask for directions to Section 3, West. I explained to him that I didn't have a clue, and that's when he took something out of his coat pocket. The last thing I remember was a buzzing noise.
When I came to, my head was hurting and I felt dizzy. I was lying on a concrete floor, in a dark room. I picked myself up and looked around me. I was in some kind of metal enclosure - it was a barred cage, around seven feet square.
"Where the fuck am I?" I thought. "And what's going on here?"
I grabbed two of the bars and shook them. Of course, they didn't budge an inch.
"Hey! Let me out of here," I shouted. "What's happening here?"
My words didn't resonate at all within the windowless room, which was strange. They seemed to fall flat in mid-air.
"C'mon! What's happening here?" I shouted, as I shook the bars again. "Can anyone hear me out there?"
I realised that I was going to be stuck in the cage until someone decided to release me. Suddenly, a door opened and a man entered the room. He switched the light on and looked at me with a stern expression on his face. I began shaking when he stepped forward to take a closer look at me.
"Hey, man," I said. "Let me out of here. Or else..."
"Button it, blondie!" he snapped. "Don't go threatening me, or you'll regret it no end. Now, you've been brought here to Hudson House, a gentlemen's club that caters for, shall we say, rather unusual sexual tastes. You're body will be part of this evening's entertainment, so let's hope it's as resilient as it looks."
"What do you mean?" I asked. "This evening's entertainment? Resilient as it looks?"
"You won't be permanently damaged, or badly injured," he said, ignoring my questions, "if you co-operation fully."
"Are you mad!" I snapped. "Let me out of here. I'm no sex toy for kinks to play with."
The man pointed something at me and pressed a button. My whole body convulsed as I fell to the floor and began to writhe around in agony. Waves of pain shot through my body as I realised that I was completely helpless. The man was indeed mad, so I had no choice but to obey his every instruction, hoping that he would set me free afterwards.
"Stand up, boy!" he ordered.
I used the metal bars of the cage to dragged myself up, off the floor. I shuddered and flinched as the man waved a Taser in the air.
"This little gadget will keep you in check," he said. "The wires are in a throwaway cartridge, so it's no use you pulling them out at your end and breaking them. It just takes seconds to swap a cartridge over, and then the Taser is ready to zap you again."
I gulped as I leaned against the bars of the cage, sweating with fear. The Taser was definitely going to ensure my co-operation that evening. Inside, I was seething with anger and resentment. I so wanted to hurt the man, but he held all the cards.
"Just let me go, man," I muttered. "I won't say a word, I promise."
"No can do, blondie," he said. "No one is going to buy a ticket to see an empty monkey cage. So sorry, we need a monkey and you're it."
"I'm no monkey!" I snapped. "And why a monkey?"
"Well, you're be hanging from those bars above your head, like a Howler Monkey; and boy will you be howling at times."
I looked at the Taser and decided not to push my luck. Hanging from the bars didn't look that difficult to do, so I let the monkey thing go.
"And you'll be well paid for your short stay in the cage," he said, "so just co-operate and play along with the monkey theme. You're simply here to entertain a dozen or so members, so don't try anything stupid."
I was reassured about the "short stay in the cage" bit, but was the offer of payment just a trick to get me to co-operate?
"So what's going to happen this evening?" I asked.
"Sorry, blondie," he said, as he turned to leave the room, "I'm not at liberty to say."
"Here we are," said Taser man, when he returned to the room with a dozen or more men in tow. "This is our Friday evening monkey boy. Young Jason is here to keep us amused. We've had our eye on him for a while now, so we know he's twenty-four years old and straight."
"So he's a wild one," said a man on my right. "Not a tame submissive that likes bending over for his elders and betters."
"Yes, he's a wild virgin," said Taser man. "Ready and ripe for his first gangbang."
I gulped as the man's words rattled around in my head.
"These kinks were going to fuck me up the arse!" I thought. "And there was over a dozen of them!"
"Now we all know that wild monkeys don't wear clothes," said another man on my right. "So shouldn't our monkey boy be naked, and showing off his sweet arse?"
"Yes," said Taser man. "Jason will now strip off for your entertainment. He will remove all his clothes and hand them through the bars to waiting members. Shoes first, Jason."
The Taser ensured that I complied with the order. I slowly stripped off to cheers and wolf-whistles - the men clearly liked what they saw as I bared my arse for their entertainment. They completely surrounded the cage now, so my clothes disappeared in all directions.
"He looks real sexy," said the man holding my briefs. "And his cock and ball-sac look mighty tuggable."
"Step closer to the bars, monkey boy," said Taser man. "Let my friend play with your cock."
I stood close to the bars as several hands grabbed my arms and cock, and then pulled me hard against the bars. A leather belt was passed around my waist and quickly secured to the bars. Another belt was then passed around my neck, which kept my head in place between two of the bars. The three men then took turns in stroking my cock and squeezing my arse-cheeks.
"That was easy," said the man squeezing my left arse-cheek. "They don't usually fall for the 'come hither' ploy so quickly."
"He's a wimp," said Taser man. "My Taser converted him from macho man to wimp in seconds. We now own his arse, so open the cage and get stuck in."
The cage door swung opened and in came most of the men. The three men standing in front of me decided to stay outside to play with my cock, ball-sac and nipples. The others began to strip naked behind me. I had clearly set myself up for a kinky gangbang. My legs were spread apart and my ankles secured to the bars with leather straps. Someone was doing something to my arsehole as my arse-cheeks were eased apart.
"Get that bucket and footpump over here," said arsehole man. "He's nice and tight down here, so use the small nozzle. We can broaden his horizons with cock later."
A few minutes later, my arsehole was clean and ready for fucking. The men behind me were stroking their cocks as the belts and straps that held me in place were slightly loosened.
"We need his arse to move about a bit, Stan," said Taser man. "We need it to cope with all the incoming cocks. But don't go overboard, just an inch or two."
"Aye aye, captain," said Stan, as he tweaked my left nipple. "Just an inch or two."
"Who's going in first?" asked arsehole man, as he lubed my hole up with gel.
"If he's that tight down there," said Taser man, "you'd better finger-fuck him for a while, Ian. Make his hole all slippery and accommodating for the Hudson Horde. We're going to sweat him for a good few hours, so let's start off on the right foot."
"My right foot is available, George," said a voice on my left. "I've foot-fucked a lot of monkey boys over the years. That Polish boy is still in my cellar. He's been fucked by a lot of odd shaped things over the past few months. And he was a real bargain at the sell-off auction."
"A kick up the arse isn't on this evening's agenda, Paul," said Taser man. "So stop scaring our guest."
I winced as Ian began to finger-fuck me. The thought of a rock-hard cock doing the same thing made me shudder. And then the thought of a foot made me cringe. I was being sexually aroused by the men outside the cage, so I was caught between two opposing emotions - the men outside the cage were winning me over to same-sex sex, but the men inside the cage were scaring the living daylights out of me with their talk of foot-fucking and sell-off auctions.
"What if the men had no intention of letting me go after the gangbang?" I wondered. "What if they were planning to keep me captive for months on end? What if they were planning to auction me off, as a sex slave, after my stay in the cage?"
Taser man hadn't said that foot-fucking was completely off the agenda, so I shuddered again as I cursed my bad luck. It was then that Stan dropped to his knees and began to suck my hard-standing cock.
"Jeez! That's not fair!" I snapped. "Stop making me feel good. Ah! Stop it! Stop it!"
My arse began to gyrate on the end of Ian's slippery fingers. I was becoming a Hudson House slut. The kinks were turning me into a compliant monkey boy; a compliant slut; a compliant sex slave.
Suddenly, I began to panic when Ian's fingers were replaced by a rock-hard cock. I instinctively went up on tip-toes as the stem pushed its way into my "tunnel of love".
"Slow and easy, George," said Ian, as Taser man began to deflower my virgin hole.
I cried out when George crushed my body against the bars of the cage. His slow, powerful thrusts pinned me to the metal as he pressed home his advantage. The men behind us cheered as George's cock pushed deep into my "accommodating hole". His muscular body began to hump my arse, slow and steady, as the three men outside the cage stepped back to watch.
"Sweat him good," said Stan to George. "He looks real trim up against those black bars."
"Lucky he ain't a peeled potato, George," said Ian. "You could easily chip him, if he was a spud."
The men behind us laughed at the lame chip joke; and as they did so, George put his lips close to my ear.
"You're a real good fuck, Jason," he whispered. "It's painful, I know, but satisfying a man-size cock will get easier over time."
I grunted as he pushed forward to underline his statement.
"Being fucked by a dozen or so cocks, in rapid succession, ain't going to be easy," he continued. "But just grin and bear it, that's my advice to you, monkey boy. Now, push your arse out and give me something to get my cock into."
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I yelled, as the man's stem filled my inner sanctum.
More waves of pain overwhelmed me. I was sweating like a pig as I tried to cope with the lance in my arse. The thought of being fucked by a dozen or so cocks, in rapid succession, did fill me with both dread and excitement in equal measure. I would never have volunteered for this kind of sex, but something in my head was telling me to go with the flow. Of course, I kept telling myself that I was in self-preservation mode, but deep down I knew there was a part of me that liked being forced to take a man-size cock up the arse.
"Keep playing along," I told myself. "Give them what they want. And if they want their cocks sucked..."
George suddenly stopped in mid-thrust, but clearly he was too late to prevent a climax. He cursed himself for being so eager, and then cursed me for being so fuckable. The men behind us encouraged him to keep going, but all he could do was thrust forward one more time.
"Oh, yes!" he yelled. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
A flood of spunk filled my inner sanctum as the men cheered George on. Somehow, and I don't know how, my cock released a load of spunk unaided. This prompted Stan to get down on his knees again and lick my cock-head clean.
"Jeez! This rape and gangbang lark is brill," I shouted, as I pushed out my arse to give George a little help.
The sensation I was feeling was truly phenomenal. And I was so looking forward to cock number two.
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