Trapped by Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk [Revised 2009]
[The usual disclaimers apply. The following contains descriptions of mainly consensual male to male sex including w/s, mild s/m, group and rape. If under the age of consent for your country you must leave now!] [If homophobic or easily offended - What are you doing here in the first place? Go Away.]
Chapter One
"You do what we want and you won't get hurt," the larger one said as he pulled me into the room. "You might even enjoy it," said the other. I couldn't make my mind up one way or the other. Part of me was a little scared but the other part being somewhat pissed and randy and seemed to have the upper hand -- for the moment at any rate.
I was somewhat well over the eight when I left the pub and started to put my thumb up for a lift. Well, quite well over I must admit. I'd got chatting to a couple of young biker lads I really fancied the look of, and thought I was on to a good time when another half dozen or so bikers came in and they left me to go and join them. Last orders had just been called so I quickly got in a large brandy to ease my loss. Not really the best thing on top of an evening's beer.
I didn't really know where I wanted to go and really wasn't that bothered. I'd been hitching round the country for nearly a month now just going where my lifts took me, washing up in truck stops and sometimes paying for the lift with sex. So when the lorry pulled up and a voice said, "Want a lift kid," I just got in and only then looked at the driver. Actually there were two of them; the driver was a large coloured man I thought in his late twenties or earlier thirties. A good six-foot and well built to go with it. The other was not a lot older than I was, late teens, but taller with a good tan and long blonde hair. I have dark wavy hair, which goes well with a slightly sultry complexion due to a mixed marriage a couple of generation's back.
Somehow I wasn't surprised when the conversation somehow drifted toward sex and how the driver and his mate played around together, sometimes with a hitch-hiker like myself. I let it be known that I wouldn't be adverse and it was suggested I stay with them for half an hour or so where they knew somewhere to stop. We continued to talk about sex in a general way and the blonde boy pulled a six pack from under the seat and opened two, proffering one to me and then a coke for the driver. It was a hot night and what with that and the talking I soon downed it and was immediately given another. It was when I realised I need a piss that I noticed we were driving through some woods and when I said I need to make a call was told to hold it for a moment.
We came to a stop in front of a small hut and as we got out I moved to one side in preparation to relive myself when I was grabbed by my T-shirt and pushed into the hut. It was hardly what I would call furnished but when a low powered light was switched on and I could see a kitchen table, some hard backed chairs and a bed of sorts over to one side. There was a slightly astringent smell that seemed to come up from the earthen floor. "Strip off," said the Big one. Somehow I'd already started to call them Big' and Small' to myself. I found myself removing my T-shirt, then my trainers and socks almost without thought. "And the rest," he said, and I undid my belt and dropped my shorts and briefs in the same fashion. I really did need to piss now but he walked over to me and told me to lie down on the floor under the light.
As I looked up he stood over me, his body blocking out the dim light and removed his shirt. He was even better built than I'd realised -- like a brick shithouse I would have murmured if I'd dared. His body was very dark and I could see muscle rippling across his chest, with another set across his stomach and disappearing into his denim shorts. The bulge I could see in there gave food for thought. Probably food for elsewhere as well I couldn't help thinking and grinning to myself. I really was drunk/high.
Which I just couldn't decide. Just what was in those beers I'd had to drink? His muscles continued in waves down broad thighs and defined calves to a pair of shorts black leather boots on his feet.
"What are you grinning about?" said a voice above my head, and looking up I could see that Small had stripped down to a pair of short, tight, light blue running shorts and turning my head slightly I could see he had bare feet as well. He was the opposite of Big. Slim, tanned all over and a light sprinkling of blonde hair, to match his head, across his chest and tapering off into a thin line that surprisingly ran right down to his shorts.
Meanwhile Big had been nudging under my balls with his boots and the pressure in my bladder combined with the attention from his boots finally got to me. I let go a stream of piss that ran over his boot as it sprayed up and soaked my stomach and cock. As I could feel it start to pool under my arse and lower back he suddenly moved his foot and placed it reasonably firmly over my cock. "That's enough, for now," he said, "keep some for later." When I managed to stop he dragged his wet boot up to my chest and started to rub it over my tits. "You'll have to clean these up later," he continued.
I'd experienced piss play several times before and found it could be a turn on but just knew this night was going to take me further into, and possibly past, the realms of fantasy I'd occasionally indulged in when forced to give myself manual release.
Moving his foot off my chest so he stood spread-eagling my body, he leant over and started deep kissing Small who was still standing with a foot either side of my head. Looking up I saw a wet patch rapidly appear on the front of the blue silky shorts followed by a trickle down one leg and then, as the volume built up, a wet stream filtered out of the crutch and fell on my face and neck. "Don't move," he said. I couldn't have moved much if I'd wanted to. He'd moved his feet tightly either side of my head and Big had done the same round my waist.
I didn't want to move. I could taste his piss in my mouth, a slightly stringent warm salty taste. Like me he'd obviously had a fair amount of liquid earlier and it was almost clear, not acid. Even so, I knew now what the smell was I'd noticed earlier. This wasn't the first time they'd played in here. That was for sure.
Big reached down and grabbed Small's cock and balls to make him stop and then wiped his hand over his chest. They both stood back. "Get on your knees," said Big, and Small moved round to stand in front of me. I felt as much as saw Big go and stand behind me as I couldn't take my eyes of the wet silky shorts in front of my face.
I could see clearly outlined a full set of balls matched by a curved cock; I estimated the same size as my own. About 5" dormant, growing to 7" when aroused. The girth I was sure was larger than mine, it must be 3" round. I felt Big grab hold of my head as Small move up and pressed his crutch into my face. Now I could feel his cock as he rubbed the wet shorts up and down and side to side. I tried to grab his cock with my mouth as it passed but Big held my head tight and Small moved slightly back. Then they changed hands and Small held my head just inches away from his shorts and I heard a zip being pulled down behind me.
A grunt, followed by some heavy breathing and I felt a warm stream gush over the back of my neck and hair before I Big's legs straddled my head and I could see his flow arch over my head to land on Small's stomach before me. Small moved forward, crushing his wet shorts into my face again but this time they were constantly being refreshed by the stream arching over my head. Truthfully only partially over as I felt my hair soaked and rivulets running down my arms and back.
The stream stopped and they both pulled away. Big grabbed me under my arms and pulled me to my feet. Without saying a word he led/dragged me over to the table and half threw me backwards across it. Going behind me he grabbed hold of my legs as Small lifted them up. Small now striped off his shorts and throwing them up to my face said "bite on these," as he stuck his fingers in a jar I'd not noticed him pick up. Pulling them out he didn't hesitate but quickly stuck two and then three fingers up my backside as far as he could, bending and twisting them forcibly. As I groaned Big switched his hold to one hand and with the other crumpled the shorts and stuck them in my mouth.
"Get a move on," he said to small, "we haven't much time left." I had no time to consider what he said as Small took him at his word and removing his fingers rammed a now erect cock straight up my passage. If I hadn't been gagged I'd have yelled the place down. Even so as I arched half of the table and back the feeling as he battered my prostate was indescribable. I knew something was about to give. I didn't know if I was going to come or piss. In the distance I heard the sound of motorbikes drawing nearer but just didn't care. I was in ecstasy. Small rapidly battered my arse another half dozen times before quickly withdrawing. I had no time to feel the loss before a couple of hand jerks and he was shooting streams of spunk over my body to mix with the torrent of piss I let go as he pulled out.
"Well. What do we have here?" said a new voice, and looking over to the door I saw the group of motorcyclists from the pub had entered and were all looking in our direction. Looking down on myself I was covered in dirt from the floor turned into mud from the piss mixed with the load of cum that had just been sprayed over me. "See. I told you," said one of the young ones I'd been trying to chat up. "We're in for a good time tonight."
What had I gotten myself into?
Chapter Two
There were actually seven of them, all dressed in bike leathers of one sort or another but with their helmets off. The two I spoken to in the pub were only about eighteen and the rest seemed to be a mixture of twenties and thirties. No beards, I was glad to say, I have to admit not to not being turned on by too much body hair. Always seems to get stuck in my teeth, just a few moustaches. Otherwise clean shaven and even a couple with short-cropped hair. All in all not a bad looking bunch that I'd be happy to meet in ones or twos but not all at once and especially not to be found in this situation.
I became aware that Big hadn't let go of my legs and in fact I could feel him doing something to my ankles. Looking up I discovered that he and Small had fastened a couple of leather straps round my ankles and were now fastening them to a pair of chains I not noticed, hanging down from the roof. I was left with my backside just on the edge of the table and my legs pulled apart. As he bent down, I realised to fit a matching pair of straps to my wrists, he just whispered, "you OK then?" and being aware by now this was some sort of set-up I nodded in reply. My arms were stretched out at right angles and likewise fastened off. Finally a large strap was pulled out from under the table and fastened across my groin, just above my pubic hair. I was trussed naked like a chicken with nowhere to go.
He removed the blue shorts gag from my mouth raising my head offered me a can of beer. I drank greedily from it. I was parched and he was surprisingly gentle with me. He was still wearing his shorts and without thinking I said, "I thought you were going to fuck me." "Oh I am," he replied, "Oh yes I am. When you're good and ready." He wouldn't say any more and I was left to ponder what he meant. But not for that long. By now the bikers had removed most of their clothing and a wide mixture of bodies faced me.
Hairy and hairless, short and tall, a couple of beer paunches starting to show, but not too extreme. What was something of a shock, if I could still be shocked, was their final wear. A mixture of chains straps and harnesses. Couple of leather jocks, the rest with their cocks and balls free but all seemed to be wearing rings or straps of some sort around their equipment. Several had one or more nipple pierced and I didn't feel so strange for having both of mine done a couple of years ago. I'd discovered, once they'd got used to it, they seemed to turn more people on than off. Even for what I classified as straight sex.
"We've been hearing a thing or two about you. Hitching round the country." Said one of them. "Long distance drivers and bikers have quite a lot in common and you've been mentioned on the CB quite a bit of late. Didn't want think you'd missed us out." I could only guess at some of the things they may have heard but after the variety of experiences I had in the past couple of months had a pretty good idea.
Big held another can of beer to my mouth as he lifted my head again. I only drank a little before pulling away but he said, "better drink it all if you can. You'll most likely need it before this night is over." So I drank it all down and as it wasn't actually much more than an hour since I'd left the pub I discovered when he lay my head back down again that I was drunk all over again.
Small rung his shorts out over my body and put them back on. Then climbed on the table and knelt down with his legs slightly apart, lifting my head and laying it back down on his wet crutch. "We want your head at the right angle to suit these fine gentleman. Don't we?" he said, in answer to my unasked question, as he grabbed my head and pulled it tight into his crutch.
The first of the bikers now approached. I had noticed them in an half aware state as they'd stood around fondling and mauling themselves and each other whilst drinking as far as I could make out at least a couple of six packs between them. All seemed aroused or nearly so and the fact that I was obviously the object of their lust filled me with horror and excitement all at the same time. Would I manage them all? Well. I had no choice did I? Would I pass out? I was certainly drunk but felt happily high rather than just pissed. Also, one part of me at least wanted to feel and be able to remember. This night/morning I just knew I would remember.
It was one of the younger ones. He looked like a boy until you saw his eyes. They were focused on my body and exposed arse and he knew just what he was going to do. He even told me so. "I'm going to enjoy you," he said, "I just hope you do as well." He wasn't very tall, about 5'9", quite well built, long dirty blonde hair and those startling blue eyes. They were wide open and looking straight into mine as he came closer and guided his cock up to my puckering arsehole.
As I felt it make contact he took his hands away any moved them up my stomach, then chest, to my nipples. He took hold of one with each hand, pinching them lightly between his fingers. All this time his eyes were locked with mine. I have no idea what he could see but in his I could see his enjoyment, anticipation of things to come, and something else I couldn't make out. Small was holding my head tightly between his legs so I couldn't glance away and the boy said, "Keep your eyes open. I want to see the pain in them."
The situation just kept on escalating, what the hell was I in for now?
I didn't have to wait long to find out as he gave my nipples an extra hard nip and rammed his cock up my arse at the same time. No way was he going to be nice and gentle about it. Straight in the whole way till I felt his balls against my cheeks and his pelvis mash mine. Did I cry out from the force of the intrusion, the speed of it, or my mashed balls? I don't know, but he loved it. "Open your eyes," as he dug into my nipples. "Open them wide." I hadn't been aware of closing them.
"Good." As I glared back into his I could now discern what I'd been unable to make out before. He intended to hurt me. He enjoyed it. The fact I was unable to respond or protect myself in any way just made it more enjoyable for him. That was what he wanted to see in my eyes. The pain he intended to inflict and my response to him.
He rapidly started to piston in and out. He may not have possessed the largest cock I'd come across but he sure knew how to use it. Every time he rammed in as far as he could go. His balls must have been getting as much treatment as mine were but there was no letup. All the time his fingers were nipping and gripping at my nipples. I felt myself get aroused fully for the first time that night. As he battered away at my prostate and attacked my nipples I was sure that any moment I would shoot myself. I saw his eyes start to glaze over and thought we might both cum at the same time when he suddenly pulled out.
The relief and the loss. I felt myself start to breathe again but I wanted him back in. I wanted to cum. I was almost there. If my hands had been free I'd have taken myself in hand. Just a couple of strokes. "Please," I heard myself half whisper, entreat. But he paid no attention. One hand he used to pinch the top of my cock to foil any chance of my cumming while with the other he quickly brought himself to a climax. His eyes closed as he came. A blob on my cock, a blob on my belly, and then a whole stream of cum that shot up over my face, some into my open mouth.
As I swallowed and started to catch my breath I saw him open his eyes and a hint of a smile appeared on his face. Somehow it made him look younger than ever. "Fantastic," he said, "That will do for starters." My nipples were also starting to recover from the mauling he'd been giving them. They hurt and stung but there was no way I could massage them to ease the discomfort. My arse felt neglected. Not sore as I'd expected. Just empty. But not for long.
I looked around as far as possible with Small still gripping my head and saw the beer had given way to a couple of bottles of wine that were being passed around. Most of the others were now involved with each other. A couple kneeling down, supplying blowjobs, whilst the others had their hands all over each other. Big I noticed was standing to one side. The bulge in his shorts was larger I was sure but he wasn't touching it, just taking in the scene and smoking a roll up. His eyes met briefly with mine and his lips mimed the word "later"
The bottle got handed to Small who took a swig and then placed it at my lips. I swallowed a couple of quick mouthfuls before it was removed. A cheap red rotgut, but it was just what I needed. I felt it swirl down to my stomach, warming me on the inside all the way down. One of the other bikers broke away and climbing on the table straddled my chest, aiming his cock at my mouth. He was about 30 with a small amount of body hair, just starting to show a beer gut. He wiped his cock in the cum laying on my face and then inching forward until the tip of his cock brushed my teeth said, "suck on this." I put out my tongue and licked it, then opened my mouth further for him to push it in. Small assisted him by holding my head and moving it up and down as I sucked. Was I giving him a blowjob or was he being wanked off with my mouth? I had little time to ponder this thought as I felt another intrusion at my arse as a pair of hands pulled my cheeks apart and a cock impaled my arse. I could just see a head of dark hair bowed over as whoever it was watched his cock move in and out.
Somehow I was detached from what was going on down there. The cock in my mouth was of more immediate importance. As he rocked back and forth the hair on his thighs rubbed my sore nipples and brought them to the boil again. I could feel my own cock rise to the occasion and started to give the cock in my mouth all the attention I could. Sucking it hard, using my tongue round the tip and doing everything I could think of to please it. I could only think of the cock, not the person it was attached to. Then I felt again a hand pinch the top of my cock and cause it to subside just as the cock in my arse let go a stream of cum and the bucking of my body must have sent the cock in my mouth over the edge as he let go a moment later, filling my mouth before I had time to swallow then pulling out and finishing off over my face. "Thanks," was all he said as he stood up and used a couple of strokes to shake the excess off. He continued to stand over me for a couple of moments holding his now flaccid cock, then let go a stream of piss that he played all over my chest and stomach. I could feel it trickle down between my balls and down the crack in my arse . As he climbed off the table the other young one, as I considered him, took his place. He had a tin lithe body, quite pale compared to most of the others, with dark close cropped hair. His knees were dirty and I could see drying cum round his mouth. He'd been one of those kneeling down earlier and obviously he'd satisfied one of the others. I had no time to look around and see what they were up to as he scooted up and put his cock in my mouth.
I started to suck on it but he told me to stop and just hold between my lips. He bent over and started to kiss Small who was still kneeling behind me and holding my head between his knees. I felt a warm stream start at the back of my head and continue down my shoulders and under my back. I knew Small had wet his shorts again, and my hair into the bargain.
What was going to happen next? What else had they planned? This was too staged to be just spur of the moment.
Chapter 3
I could feel Small's piss in my hair more than all the rest on and round my body. I'd played around with water-sports before, or so I thought, but never above the shoulder. I'd only just had time to realise that it turned me on even so before I felt Small lift my head and pull away, laying my head back carefully on the table. I must have made some sound of regret, as he said softly, "don't worry I'll be back. I just need to stretch my legs and give someone else a chance."
While all this had been going on I'd hardly been aware that another cock had entered my arse and was now pistoning away. What was going on with me? OK. I'd been fucked more times than I could remember but now they were getting in there and having their way with me before I became aware of it. Was I so turned on, `though by now without an erection that I could take anything they could give? Maybe.
The body attached to the cock in my mouth, because somehow that is how I was thinking of them by now, continued to kneel without movement, his hands behind him playing softly with my nipples. After the punishment they'd taken earlier this was comforting and sensuous at the same time. I saw a pair of arms reach over me and start to do the same thing to him. I couldn't see behind me but someone was standing there, just behind my head. Why didn't he get up on the table like Small? I liked my head being held whilst this was going on. I wanted it held. It was the only part of my body I could move but I didn't want the freedom. I wanted to be fully at their mercy.
I had changed since this experience had started. I was no longer scared at all. If I'd known what was to come I would have no doubt been apprehensive, I always was when the scene was repeated, but not scared. The effect of the alcohol had now diminished to a warm glow; I was high on sex and needed no additional assistance. They were all enjoying themselves -- but so was I. What was there to complain about. They were reasonably clean, in a manner of speaking. No gratuitous violence. Just an everyday orgy with me at the centre of their enjoyment. Yet at the same time I knew they wanted me to enjoy as well. Oh Yes. They would use me and abuse me but somehow I knew that at the end of it all I'd be able to walk away. Possibly bow legged, but walk.
All this flashed through my mind in a second. No one had said anything but I just knew. I could hear the sound of sexual contacts going on around me. With the cock in my mouth, and the instructions to hold it, I was unable to move my head. I knew, however, that whatever was going on, watching what was happening to me was also turning them on.
I felt a wetness on the top of my hair, just a spurt, then saw a stream of piss arch out over my face to land on the belly of the young lad with his cock in my mouth. It splashed over my face and ran down his belly, over his cock and into my waiting mouth. This was the first time I'd actually tasted piss and I just couldn't get enough as I licked and sucked on his cock. He clouted me lightly on the side of my head. "I told you not to suck." I stopped and realised why as he let loose a jet of piss that I couldn't swallow fast enough so most of it trickled out of my mouth. I swallowed enough to taste. Not bad I thought.
Then, What was I doing? I tried to pull my head away but someone now had hold of it. I gave in completely. It was warmer than cum. Had a slightly salty taste. Why fight it. I didn't want to fight it. It came from the cock in my mouth so why should I fight it.
I was later to realise that of course everyone tonight had a well-flushed bladder and that was the way it had to be for me to enjoy. Mild aromas, not acrid smells and tastes turned me on. After this night the smell of leather, dilute urine, earth mixed with pine, all had an effect that at times could be embarrassing.
As the cock in my mouth stopped pissing it rapidly grew hard and started to pull in and out. I could feel my hair and face were soaked and taste the piss in my mouth. There was another cock giving the same sort of treatment to my arse. Was it the same one, or had there been a change at that end? I had no idea. I was sure at least one person had cum on my belly and had felt a couple of streams of piss on there as well but the cock I could see had more immediate importance to me than the one I could feel.
It continued to fuck my mouth, making very sure it plunged right in so I could feel his balls make contact with my chin. It was only six inches or so long but being unable for some reason to lift my head to get a better angle that was quite enough. Even so I felt myself gag a couple of times but that made no difference to him as he continued to rape my face. Someone, possibly the same person who'd been pissing earlier, was holding my head down, and at least one other stood to one side pissing over the cock plunging in and out of my mouth.
These bikers sure had a lot of piss and I was enjoying every moment of it. Never had I felt so high yet so in control at the same time. I couldn't be in control; I was strapped down with my legs in the air. My head was held. I was being raped at both ends. I was covered in piss and cum. Yet, even so, I was in control. I'd not really protested. How would they respond if I did? I didn't want to anyway. Still, I was in control. Somehow I was in control of my body and how it would respond. I had no erection now. That had been and gone. That was a minor thing. What was happening to me now was better than mere sex. It was on a higher plane than I'd ever imagined existed. My whole body was having sex, not just my cock, and I was enjoying every moment. How long could it continue?
The cock in my mouth started to judder and I felt the welcome spurts of cum fill my mouth and run down my chin as I fought to swallow. It was welcome. It seemed only right I should relive these cocks of their pent-up energies. I swallowed the mixture of cum and piss that was still raining down on my face with pleasure. I felt much the same happening to my lower body and as the cock in my mouth finally withdrew could see myself glistening all over with cum, and lying in a poll of piss. How many times I'd been fucked and how many people had shot over me, not to mention anything else, I had no idea and didn't care. All I knew was they were all pulling away and I had a sexual high on that just had to be relived. How I had no idea but I needed something else. And something else was about to happen.
As they pulled back I saw Big and Small come closer to the table. Big I was surprised to see was still wearing his shorts `though the size of the bulge I could see must mean his erection was starting to pain him. Judging from what I could only guess at it would cause me pain as well and I revelled in the thought. Me, who only a few hours earlier would have made the fastest retreat possible from a scene like this, let alone relished any pain, now wanted it with all my heart.
The last couple of hours I knew had only been a primarily to what was to happen now and he just had to know it. I was sure my body must have been glowing, not just from the heat as it was a very humid night, but from the build up of endorphins that saturated every part of my being. I just knew he was going to hurt me. He had to hurt me. It was what he wanted. It was what I wanted. It was what I needed. It had to happen. It was the only way I would get release.
His ebony body was gleaming in the sultry air. He was big and broad with muscle everywhere. Somehow not excessive, not like a weight builder, just in proportion. He was a man. OK, so were the others, but he was all male. He was the master who intended to do with my body as he wished. He had no need to tie me down and truss me up. I would do whatever he wanted. It was a natural state of events. But not without a fight. I was his, and he knew it. But I was my own man as well. Oh yes. I'd give in to whatever he required, but not without a struggle.
"OK," he said, "now it's time for you to clean my boots. Are you ready?" I'd forgotten about his earlier promise/threat and by now would have done whatever he wanted. Even so I replied "No." He didn't seem surprised and I wondered what would happen next. I had not long to find out. He nodded at Small who released the strap across my waist and the fastenings to my wrists leaving me free apart from having my legs strapped up in the air. Meanwhile he undid the buckle of his two-inch wide leather belt and pulling it through the throngs folded it half. I had hoped this would cause his shorts to fall down so I could see what he had hidden under them but no such luck.
"Are you going to clean them?" he asked again. I shook my head at which he pulled back his arm and let fly with the belt at my sore and suddenly naked arse. The crack as it landed was echoed by the yell I let out but strangely, apart from the arching of my back I made no effort to get up or move. "Well?" he asked again and once more I shook my head. At that he started a regular monotone of Whack, "Well?" Whack, "Well?" Whack, "Well?" till I lost count. My arse felt raw, how much could I take? I knew I had to take more. Whilst this was going on Small had placed a clamp on each nipple which I only became aware of as they tightened. If the punishment they had received earlier had been bad this was pure torture. I felt them both swell and harden as they became aroused which only made the clamps bite harder. Then a light slap with the belt across my cock and balls.
"Well?" Big asked again, and I knew this was the time to say yes. At that he untied my legs and they both helped me of the table, removing the tit clamps on the way. After all this time my legs could hardly hold me up and they held an arm each until I'd recovered some feeling in them. Big brushed his hand over my engorged nipples which made me yelp and then told me to get down on the floor. Looking down I saw it was now more a mud floor than the dirt I seen when we entered. He brushed them again, "Down," he said, "right down. On your belly."
I lay down on the mixture of piss and mud as ordered and found his leather boot just in front of my face. "Clean it," he said, "lick it nice and clean and then you can do the other one." I had no choice. It was what he wanted and what he wanted he got. I put my tongue out and tentatively licked at the boot.
It didn't taste as bad as I'd expected. Somehow not bad at all. Before I knew it I was eagerly licking it all over and when he replaced it with the other attacked that one as eagerly.
"That better," and as pulled the boot away I made to get up. "Stay," he said, pushing my head with his boot so my face landed in the mud. "Turn over," came a moment later and looking up I saw he had now removed his shorts. What took their place was enormous. I'd never seen a cock so big or so black. I'd considered him black but his cock was jet ebony. It just had to be ten inches long and proportionately round. There was no way he could get that up me, or anyone else. I knew he intended to just as I knew I'd let him. I had to be mad. Maybe I had a death wish. But what a way to die.
"Stand up," and he lay down in my place in the mud. Small guided me until I was straddling enormous cock and pushed me down on my knees. As he did so Big guided his rod so it pushed at the pucker of my arse. Then a little push and it broke through, probably only an inch judging by the distance I was from his body, but the girth made it feel much more. I looked down at him His white teeth gleamed. "Worth waiting for?" he asked. "Take your time, I'm in no hurry." For that last I was grateful. After all that had happened earlier I thought I'd have no trouble with him, but now I knew the size of and what's more could feel his manhood throbbing under me, I was in no hurry to be impaled on it.
He started to run his hands over my body. Every so often he would tweak my nipples as his hands passed over and each time I would lower myself slightly further down. Both he and I were now covered in the muddy residue from the floor, I must have looked a sight but just didn't care. It was what he wanted. I was vaguely aware of the bikers gathering round in a circle, playing with their cocks, and obviously being turned on again by the sight of my filthy body being slowly impaled on his massive black cock. His hands would start by massaging my thighs, then move slowly up my stomach and chest, a little tweak and then hold on to my shoulders. All the time looking at me, watching my face, saying "slowly, slowly."
Small came and stood with one foot each side of his chest. "Said I'd be back," he said, and placing his hands on my shoulders forced me harder down on the cock that I was sure was about to split me in half.
Suddenly, with a final shove, I realised my knees were flat on the floor and I was resting on his groin. Oh hell! He was in me. All of him was in me. I was stretched to bursting, I was stuck, I was filled, but I'd got all of him in me.
"Good God!" I heard someone say. "I've never seen him get it all in like that before". Small stuck his cock in my mouth and started to fuck it as Big wriggled around trying to get more of himself up my arse. He stopped the massage and started to work on my tits in earnest, humping up and down slowly.
The straps on my wrists were pulled behind my back and fastened together at the same time someone fitted a leather body harness to my upper body. I now became aware of another reason we had not moved far from the table as the chains were pulled over and attached to the harness pulling my body a couple of inches of the floor so Big had home leeway to hump in and out of my arse. I would have done whatever he asked but this sure made it easier and besides, I found I liked the feeling of being completely powerless before him.
Now Small really started to go to town with encouragement from the audience which he hardly needed. Grasping my head firmly in his hands he proceeded to rape my face paying no heed to the splutters and gasps coming from me. Big was starting to hump in earnest, working harder on my tits and occasionally leaving off to give the sides of my arse a couple of hearty slaps. The audience were coming off as well, at least one cock pushed in between Small and myself to cum over his cock as his face fucked me and more shot and pissed over us as Big got bigger and started to groan.
He left off attacking my body to concentrate on my arse, now bouncing up and down with a squelching sound as he forced his cock in as far as possible, dropping out and back in again. Small came of in my mouth and pulled back but I didn't notice. By now I had my head back and was making as much noise as Big as he continued to plough me finally with a lunge that lifted us both of the floor. I felt him shoot a load in a steady stream that must have shot into my stomach and met the load from Small on its way down. There was none of the usual three or four quick jerks. He just kept it rammed up there and continued to shoot, it seemed for an eternity.
Finally he lay back with a sigh and a satisfied grin on his face. "That was worth waiting for," he said "I am so glad we met. You're the first person I've really managed to get right up like that." "I'm not surprised," I replied with a half smile. "I am surprised you did though." I still hung suspended slightly above him with my hands fastened behind my back. The others seemed to have all finished and were shaking cocks and lighting up cigarettes. I felt Big stiffen slightly and said "Oh No! Not again." But he just grinned in the way I was to learn to expect and let go another stream inside me. This was warmer and showed no sign of stopping. Just seemed to go on and on as I felt myself become fully aroused again for the first time in ages.
He grabbed hold of my cock and started to pump it as I could feel his piss and cum start to seep out of my arse. Still he continued to piss and I got harder and harder. I wanted to cum now. I had to. This was it. And I shot a load larger than ever before, all over him. He just smiled and wiped his hand over it and up to my face where I licked his hand clean.
That done I was untied and helped up, still dribbling from my arse which made the escape from his cock easier to bear. "There's a shower in the next cabin," he said. "And a bed if you want to sleep. Maybe we can do this again soon. Possibly with an unsuspecting audience."
"Whatever you want." Was all I could reply, as I was led to the shower and then the bed where I fell into an immediate deep sleep dreaming of a repeat performance.