Trespass by Ant-boy@Hotmail.co.uk [Revised 2009]
This is a extremely graphic gay sex story containing the whole lot. Cross generational, cross racial, punishment, heavy watersports and other stuff. If under age of consent or likely to be offended then pi** off.
OK. I suppose I had trespassed, or it could be said I'd broken in, but treating me like this was going too far. I liked sex as much as any other fit seventeen year old boy, maybe a bit more. They had told me I'd be punished and get some of what I'd been watching but I thought that was going to be I'd have to suck them off, get fucked and have my arse spanked. That I could take, was reasonably happy to take in fact as I'd been to shy, or to careful, to try and track down like-minded partners since my parents had decided to move into the country a few weeks back. However, I thought it would only be the two of them, not the dozen or so half striped bodies now standing around, smoking, laughing and drinking, handling my body and making comments as to how the evening was likely to proceed. Neither had I expected to be strapped to an upright wooden X with my cock hard against the cross over bar.
The evening had started out as boring as any Saturday seemed since we'd moved. The parents were away for the weekend and around eight I'd decided the TV was rubbish and I'd go out for a long cycle ride. Also see if I could find somewhere to strip off and have a bit of fun if the truth be known. I was on my way back home when all of a sudden the skies opened with a sudden summer storm and before I knew it I was soaking wet. It eased quickly but still continued to drizzle as I felt my back tyre blow out, but, just as I was cursing my luck, I saw what looked like a barn down the end of a muddy lane and thought I'd try and shelter in it until the rain stopped fully.
That seemed like an age ago but I could see it was still just light outside so it couldn't be much past ten. I pushed my bike up the lane which was muddier than I thought so by the time I got to what I discovered was a well built barn my feet and legs seemed to have mud splashed everywhere. I was only wearing an old t shirt with running shorts and bare feet in old trainers. Not expecting to meet anyone closely on the country roads I'd decided to rely on the mesh insert in my shorts rather than wear my usual jock. After all, before the rain I had been hoping to find somewhere to have a little fun on my own, out in the open.
I could see that apart from the big sliding doors that had an obvious padlock and chain on there was also a standard door to one side and when I tried the knob it opened with a slight squeak. It was reasonably light inside, there being several low wattage bulbs on, hanging from the rafters. I suppose that should have given me some idea the place was occupied but I was so glad to get out of the wet it didn't register at first. I pulled soaking T-shirt off and having rung it out as best as possible was using it to wipe my face and chest as I moved forward, round a pile of straw bales piled just inside the door.
What I saw next made me freeze in my tracks. There were a couple of men already in the barn, both I would guess in their thirties. They both obviously were manual workers of some type, well tanned, nicely muscled fit bodies, nearly six foot each, one cropped dark hair with some hair on his body and the other with medium length dirty blonde hair and just a sprinkling on his body.
What froze me in my tracks though was what they were up to. The dark one was stripped off and lying back on a towel spread over a bale, the other just wearing a pair of denim shorts had knelt between his legs and, even if I couldn't quite see because of the angle and his hair, the sounds left no option as to what was going on. Without a thought my hands went down to my own cock that had immediately sprung up against my wet shorts and I started to rub it, at the same time dropping my T and applying my other hand to tweak at my nipples. Somehow I just never had considered the sort of thing I'd been enjoying for the past year or so in town toilets would also go on somewhere in the country.
So engrossed was I in trying to see what the blonde man had in his mouth I didn't notice the other had caught sight of me standing there and murmured what he saw to his partner as all of a sudden they both sprang up and before I had a chance to react had caught me before I did more than drop my hands.
'What do we have here then?' asked the blonde one holding my arm on one side while the darker man held the other arm and was running his fingers over my chest.
I have to admit to shaking a bit as I explained about the rain and looking for shelter. 'That's all very well,' the blonde one continued, ' but this is private property and you are trespassing, could be said you broke in. Now what are we going to do with you then? You shouldn't have seen what you just did.'
I won't tell anyone. I was surprised by what I saw but I enjoyed it.'
'So I can see,' came from the dark one as his hand strayed down to my still half hard cock and feeling it through my soaking shorts it responded before I could stop it.. 'Nice size,' he continued, 'Is this only rain on your shorts?'
'So far,' I replied without thinking.
'But you need to be punished for breaking in without an invitation,' said the blonde.
My mouth had got me in trouble before. 'I'll give you both a blow job if you give me an invitation,' I cheekily replied.
'What about this?' and his hand went down to the crack of my arse.
'If you take it slowly. I've not been fucked that much.' 'How old are you?'
'Nearly eighteen,' I replied, 'And I used to play around a bit when we lived in town if that's worrying you.'
'Are you sure?' this from the blonde, as they both looked me over. I know I looked all right, had never had trouble getting partners since I first started to play. Five foot ten inches, light tanned body apart from where my shorts covered, curly light hair that was over my ears as well due for a cut, decent body due to my love of cycling and, as I'd been told on numerous occasions, a fantastic cock and balls. Five inches down and seven or so when fully aroused and balls in a drop sack that had easily been mouthed many a time.
'Yes I'm sure. It's been too long.'
'I'll tell you what. Suck or fuck will do for the invite. But you should be punished for breaking in without it.' As he said this the dark haired one slapped my arse a couple of times.
'OK,' I said. There had been a coloured boy lad, not much older than myself who I'd gone home with a few times and he liked to smack my arse as I lay across his lap. He used to make me drink lots of water first and then slap my wet arse as a punishment when I wet myself. It always turned me on.
The next thing he asked went straight to the brain in my cock. 'Do you get wet even when it's not raining?'
'Sometimes.'
'Head to foot?' he continued.
'Couple of times,' I admitted.
That seemed to do it as they looked at each other across my head and led, pulled me over to a set of crossed supports that came down in the middle of the barn like an X. There were already some leather straps fastened to rings and they pulled my arms up and fastened my wrists with two of them.
'Any time you want to stop just yell home,' said one of them as the other pulled my shorts down slightly. I couldn't see what was happening now as my head couldn't turn far between my outstretched arms. I felt some small object forced up my arse. 'That will open you up for later.' Then my legs were pulled out and fastened at the ankle to my body now echoed the design of the beams. The last thing was a hand reaching inside my shorts and arranging my cock to face upwards before a strap was fastened tightly across my arse and pulling my body tightly to the crossover on the beams, squashing my cock in the process.
'You OK with this? Have you ever had poppers?'
'Yes and Yes,' I replied.
Just then I heard the sound of motor bikes and possibly cars outside. 'That's' all right. We've got a couple of friends joining us. Do you mind?'
'No. I've had an audience before.' Yes I thought. That evening had been fun.
Blonde opened a bottle of beer and as he took a swing asked if I'd like some. I nodded and he held the bottle to my lips as I heard the door open and the rustle of people entering the barn followed by the murmur of surprised voices.
'We have a new member joining us tonight,' I heard blonde say as he continued to feed me from the bottle. I'd had beer before but this was stronger than anything I'd managed to scrounge before and soon felt an effect in my head. After telling him I shouldn't have any more beer it was replaced by a can of coke and it was a while before I realised that others were taking it in turn to feed me as they wandered around slowly touching and kissing each other and starting to undress.
It was only when I felt my bladder filling and realised with my cock squashed against the beams that I noticed their couple of friends must have totalled a dozen or more, all of whom it felt had taken their turns at running hands over my body, feeling my crack as well they could with the strap in the way and tickling at my nipples.
A mixture of ages and shapes and dress, also of colour. All now had bare tops apart from three that had some sort of leather harness's on. Ages I guessed, from what little I could see as they wandered in front of me, ranged from early twenties to possible fifty. Long hair, short hair, jeans, shorts, leather jock straps. Three or four coloured, couple of hairy bodies but most in reasonable condition.
I found it a turn on to realise I was probably the youngest there and with my still wet running shorts almost naked for their inspection. I knew that if it wasn't for the fact my bladder was starting to feel uncomfortable I would have been hard as nails. I mentioned this to someone when I refused another drink.
There was some comments behind me, then, blonde returned. 'Don't forget. All you have to yell is home if you want to stop.'
'I just need to piss.'
'That's just the start,' he continued, 'you've got to drink more still.'
I can't.'
'Oh yes you can,' and the small type of brown bottle I remembered from my town days appeared under my nose.
'Breathe deeply.'
There was a slight swoosh, then thwack! Across my arse. That wasn't a hand. Even with the leather strap in the way it stung and I yelled.
Whilst I was still gasping for breath blonde asked in my ear, 'The idea is everyone gets a whack at your arse till you piss. Then whoever whacks you that time gets to fuck you. Whoever it is, you won't know who. You sure you OK with that?'
I nodded, 'I've had my arse spanked before, just feed me poppers.' Looking down as best as I could I noticed someone had pulled a dirty plastic hip bath between my legs and obviously some of the group had already used it as a toilet as what looked like an inch of piss was sloshing around in the bottom. What I hadn't counted on was the fact my cock was so tight against the cross posts even though my bladder already felt full the piss couldn't escape.
Someone put a bottle to my mouth and I shook my head. Thwack! The belt across my arse again. 'I already need to piss; I don't need any more to drink. It's the beams that are stopping me.'
'We know. That's the whole idea, to make it hurt. Now drink.' One of his hands moved up to my chest and brushed over my left nipple, then gently pinched it between his fingers. I gasped. 'Ah!'
`That works then. Drink!' The bottle was pushed between my teeth and my head forced back slightly so I had to drink or drown. At the same time his finger moved from one nipple to the other, rubbing, tweaking, and twisting. Not really hard but enough to make me feel more than a mild discomfort this time and I didn't try to pull away.
Every few moments the belt fell across my arse again, it seemed to be landing with more force now, but still not enough to make me really yell. Either I was getting used to it or, more likely, the combination of fingers at my nipples, odd snort of poppers, pressure really building in my bladder and strap tied across my arse holding me close to the beams and squashing my cock all helped to spread the pain.
It was becoming pain now rather than discomfort. I was continually breathing heavily, more like gasping. 'You still OK,' asked blonde in my ear. I nodded. Strangely enough I was OK. Well so far at any rate. I heard someone piss into the tub between my feet and felt the piss splash against my lower thighs. That did it. Even with my squashed cock I started to piss. One I'd started it seemed I just couldn't stop. I could feel it soak my cock and balls then flow down my legs. A hand pushed against my arse forcing my cock harder against the post. 'Stop! Just for a minute. Don't waste it.'
Somehow I managed to halt the flow. What did he mean? Don't waste it. I found out. My legs were untied and my feet manoeuvred till they stood in the bath now with a couple of inches of mixed piss, almost covering my feet.
'You ever been fucked before?'
'Only a couple of times,' I replied
'Oh Shit!' 'He's a virgin.' 'He'll never take Tom.' 'That will make him yell.' 'Sure he's OK.' 'Will he tell?'
All sorts of conversations and comments were going on round me like that. 'Are you really sure?' asked the blonde. 'We can stop if you like.'
I don't know what made me say it. I may have almost lost my erection but my body was really turned on. 'Let me down to empty my bladder then tie me back and take it slow please.'
It was as if I had no control as to what my body was doing. The straps at my wrists were untied and I sat down in the bath and shook my shorts off. There wasn't really enough in there but I sloshed round a bit and then managed to let my bladder loose. The force took the stream up to my face and I opened my mouth to taste in the way I'd only ever dared previously when alone at home.
'He is into it.' 'We've got a new piss boy.' Here, I'll give him a wash down.' Someone let go a blast of piss from behind me soaking my hair and any parts of my body that were still dry.
When my bladder felt empty I stood back up and placed my arms against the cross beams. I just knew I had to do it. Tonight I was going to get fucked properly, really fucked. Not just the few furtive bending over in the bushes for a quick fumble I'd experienced before. This would be more like the dildo I'd got hidden at home but live and active. And with an audience. Just the thought of it gave me back my erection.
My wrists were quickly re-attached above my head and another round my waist. The bath was manoeuvred forward so my legs were against the back edge and I could look down and see the piss sloshing around in the bottom, the piss dripping down my body from my soaked hair was running back in.
Blondie cupped my balls, 'You're not going to cum yet are you?'
'God I hope not.'
He put his hand round my ball sac and pulled down slightly, grinning into my face as he did so. 'Will that help?'
'Oh yes! Do it again please.' He walked away and came back in a few moments with something in his hand. I felt him carefully fumbling around with my cock and balls and realised he was putting some sort of strap round them. I couldn't see what he was doing but it was tight round my cock and with a sudden snap I realised there was another tight strap round my balls, stretching them out.
'Yes!.' I murmured.
Whilst this had been happening in front my backside had not been left alone either. I'd felt a jet of something cold sprayed up inside my arse. It was something like the jell I used at home to ease my dildo inside but much more of it. Then what must have been a finger started to probe at the entrance to my hole. I pushed back on it as far as my body would allow. It wasn't far but enough to allow the finger to push past the lips with a plop. 'God he's tight.' Another finger joined the first and as it forced its way inside I let out a groan.
'You still OK?' That was Blondie standing beside me.
'Yes. Got any poppers?' He smiled again. 'I just knew you were up for this somehow,' as the bottle appeared under my nose and I breathed in deeply.
'Tell him to open me up more.' Whoever it was didn't need telling as I felt a third finger enter and then all three started feeling round inside me. It felt fantastic.
'Is that hurting?'
'Yes.'
The fingers stopped moving. 'Don't stop,' I called out.
'You want to be hurt a bit?'
'Just a bit,' I said. 'So I know I'm being used.'
'Oh you'll know that soon.'
The fingers continued to examine inside my arse. I was aware that round me others were getting together in twos and threes but several were standing around watching what was done to me. Several times someone pissed in the bath, splashing my legs, aiming up at my crotch.
'My hair's getting dry.'
What with the goings on around me, the watchers, the fingers up my arse, the odd whiff of poppers; I was turning into a slut. I didn't care. Blondie bent down and filled an empty beer bottle then poured half of it over my head. 'Do you drink?'
'If you make me.'
'We'll make you. Tom. It's time for you to get serious.'
The fingers were rapidly removed. I sighed for their loss, then felt the heat of a body close to my wet back and the head of a cock probing at my arse.
'This will hurt,' said a voice behind me, 'Get ready. I'll take it slow.'
I yelled! It did hurt. It must have been huge, larger than my dildo.
'Shall I stop?
'No! No! Use me.' His cock was splitting me and yet I still wanted it inside. Thank God Blondie kept feeding me poppers as I tried to push out, allowing the cock easier access. Slowly but surely it kept on ploughing in. I'd never felt so full. Even when I'd been dying for a shit.
Hands pulled my arse cheeks apart and then with a final shove I felt his body pressed tightly against mine and his hands cross clasped my chest, lightly resting on my nipples.
Christ I was full! I felt his cock splitting and filling my arse and all I could think was I wanted more. Anything I'd experienced before was only a preview of what was happening now. It hurt like hell and all I could think was that my body needed to be hurt elsewhere also. I was there, being watched, being fucked/raped, being abused, it needed more. Where was my brain? I didn't care. I just knew somehow this was only the start.
Opening my eyes that had been unknowingly closed for a while I realised my head had dropped toward my chest and that the hands on my chest were black. I'd never had sex with a black man before but that made it even better. To be violated by a black man, 'Go on. Fuck me. Use me. Make me hurt. Enjoy it.' Was I mad? I didn't care. I just wanted to be used/abused.
'Do you want pain then?' asked Blondie, as he pulled my balls down and made me gasp.
'Yes.'
As I answered the cock in my arse started slightly moving around, in and out, whilst the fingers on my nipples were pinching and twisting and pulling.
'Go on. Fuck me you black bastard,' I cried, 'you know you want to hurt me. Do it.'
Suddenly I was aware, with a jerk, that Blonde's fingers pulling and stretching my balls had been replaced. A weight had been attached to the strap that was swinging around as the cock in my arse started to increase tempo. Now pulling almost right out before ramming back in as his fingers were continued working on my nipples and his crossed arms clenched me closely to his body. I could smell his sweat as he gradually increased the tempo, somehow sweat and musky.
Poppers under my nose again and as I breathed in more weight was applied to the strap round my balls. I yelled out again.
'Do it! Do me! Fuck me! Hurt me! It all hurt. My nipples, my balls, my arse. I didn't care. Right then they could have done whatever they wanted.
Blondie filled another glass from the bath and pulling my head up placed it at my lips, 'Drink.'
I shook my head. There was no way I could get recognisable words now. The cock at my arse was really trying to split me open now and the weights on my balls were swinging madly. He slapped my face, one side and then the other.
'Drink.'
I opened my mouth and swallowed the glass contents. It wasn't just piss, cum was mixed in also. Opening my eyes again I realised most of the audience were now gathering round. If not pissing in the bath or up my body they were wanking furiously and some had already cum, either in the bath or on my body. They were all getting off on watching my body being abused. So was I!
This was what I'd fantasised about -- and more, so much more.
By now the cock in my arse was pistoning in and out with an increased vigour causing the weights hanging from my balls to sway around wildly. The fingers on my nipples were working them harder than I'd ever managed to do to myself. Glasses of piss and cum were being poured over my head and into my mouth and all I could yell was, 'More! More! Fuck me you black bastard! Fuck me! Rape me!'
'Don't worry,' said a voice in my ear, 'That's just what I'm doing.'
Blondie, from the side, 'And I'm having you afterwards.'
I could feel my bladder filling and strangely, my erection straining. My body hurt, my balls, my tits, but I wanted to be fucked, to be raped.
The cock in my arse increased its pace. In and out. His whole body slamming against mine as he thrust in, my upper body being restrained by the cross beams, my lower body swaying and finding it difficult to retain it's footing in the bath. Even so I was attempting to clench my cheeks and force my arse back on the cock impaling me.
Faster and faster he plunged in and out. Now he was punishing my arse. Deeper and wider. 'Here it comes white boy. Take this black cum up your white boys arse.'
He grabbed my nipple tightly and clutched my body closely as I felt the first boiling shot up into my stomach. He continued to hold me tightly and hardly moved as shot af5ter shot filled my arse. Hot black cum. I threw my head back and yelled and Blondie's mouth attached itself to mine, his tongue probing deeply. I sucked gratefully then ran my tongue over his teeth while sucking as hard as possible. Yes! I wanted him to fuck me. But could I take another cock up my bruised and tender arse?
As the intrusion in my arse was removed with a plop I felt a sense of loss as its owner nibbled my ear and whispered, 'Best I've had for ages. Hope I can fuck your white arse another time whitey.'
I didn't answer. My brain couldn't think any distance ahead. Could hardly think about now in fact. As my hands were released I sat down in the bath without thinking. The piss was now well over my legs, covering my still strapped erect cock and balls and I could see several splodges of cum floating around as well.
'Are you up to a white cock to follow?' asked Blondie, as he placed the poppers back under my nose. I inhaled and nodded. 'Well then. Give yourself a good wash first. I'm having you outside and I want you nice and wet.'
My hands seemed to obey without question. They plunged into the bath and scooped up handfuls of piss and cum which I used to plaster my body from head to foot. What did he mean by outside? I could hear the rain had stopped but it must be muddy out there still. What was he intending? When I stood up he grabbed at the chain I'd not noticed hanging from the strap round my balls. 'Come with me then.'
I stepped out onto the earth floor. 'Make me. ' What was up with me? Whilst some of the audience had cum and gone as it were there were still at least half a dozen naked bodies so surrounding me, none of whom I knew, all getting off on seeing me used, and I was asking for more trouble.
I got it. As Blonde pulled on my balls someone took a strap to my backside with a crack. I jerked forward a couple of paces and stopped. The same again. The pull on my balls and the strap on my arse. Yes! It worked. Don't ask me how, or why. I don't know. But it did something to me. The mixture of my bodies shared pain, the audience, the piss and cum still dripping from my hair down my body. All of it did something to me. I think they could have done anything they wanted.
Slowly they got me outside. Daylight had fully disappeared but there was a half moon showing some light. The rain that got me here in the first place had finished but as I'd expected the ground felt muddy under foot. 'Kneel,' accompanied by another belt across my arse. I knelt, in the mud. Where I felt I belonged at this moment.
'I like my boys nice and dirty,' that was Blondie again, 'so that's what I'm going to have. Lie down, face down.'
I hesitated. It really was muddy, that had been quite a shower and this was, anyway, a muddy track.
'When I say lay down I mean it. Lay down now.' A couple of lads grabbed my shoulders and forced me down into the mud and swivelled my body around. The only part I managed to keep out was my face and that got splashed.
'Now turn over.' I didn't have to do anything. The same arms turned me over and repeated the treatment. Then I was hauled to my feet, my whole body now covered in piss and cum and mud and God only knows what else.
'That's better. Now come over here.'
Here was a wooded saw horse that they quickly bent me over. Feeding me poppers Blondie said, 'That's better. Nice dirty boy. Now I'm going to rape your arse and make you yell. I like my boys to yell when I hurt them.'
Without further ado he forced his cock straight in and up my arse to the hilt. I did yell. If I'd not been supported by the others he would have knocked the saw horse over.
His fingers came round and were pinching on my nipples, making me yell again, as he started to slowly pull almost out and then plunge right back in, deeply. Almost every breath I managed to take became forced back out as a yell. My head was held up and I could see the others were turned on by the expressions on my face. They almost all seemed to be wanking furiously. Some I discovered weren't.
Before I knew it first one and then two streams of piss were landing on my face and open mouth. 'Drink,' said Blondie as his fingers finally released my sore nipples and stuck them in my mouth, holding it open.
'And don't you dare bite.'
I couldn't even yell now, I needed every gasp I could manage to keep breathing. His cock was speeding up, ramming faster and faster. Bashing my cock and balls against the saw horse. The piss tapered off but was soon replaced by enumerable streams of cum. These he used one hand to smear over my face as he wiped the mixed piss and cum into my mouth. 'I want to see,' he said as he pulled right out, grabbed me by the shoulders, threw me on my back in the mud and raising my legs up thrust his weapon straight back in.
This time I really yelled aloud. 'Oh yes! Yell all you want! This is what you want and this is what I'm enjoying giving you.'
Someone grabbed my legs from him and he concentrated fully on attacking my arse. Each lunge sliding my body on the mud and he'd grab my thighs to pull me back, even deeper on his cock.
He really knew how to fuck, to make me feel every thrust up deep inside me, as deep as he could go. He was hurting me and he knew it. I could see he enjoyed what he was doing, enjoyed the yelps and grimaces he was dragging from me, enjoyed seeing the state of my body, my face still covered in smeared piss and cum.
'Here we go, get ready for it! I'm going to blast up so far you'll have to swallow.'
He almost did. I felt him shoot blast after massive blast of hot cum inside me. The force of his ejaculations seemed to reach into my stomach; I seemed to feel it bloat as he filled me up. And still he kept on shooting, his thrusts a little less frantic now but he was making sure my arse sucked every last drop of cum from his cock.
Finally, he half collapsed over me, his cock still halfway in my arse. 'That was the best.' I started to move. 'Hang on. I've not finished.' Surely he wasn't going to get hard again straight away? No. I felt his cock jerk a couple of times and then a jet of what felt like boiling fluid jetted inside my bruised and punished cheeks, flowing and flowing until I really was bloated.
'That's better. Now I really have filled you, made you mine,' he grinned,'
That's what you wanted isn't it?'
I nodded. I don't think I was capable of speech right then.
He got up and then reached down to grasp my wrist and pull me up beside him, clutching me to his body. As he kissed me my mouth opened to find his tongue probing between my teeth. I repaid the compliment. Enjoying the feeling of my tongue brush across his teeth, the strength and warmth of his body close to mine.
I moved my hands up to his head, trying to hold him closer as I became aware with a couple of spluttering farts the contents of my bowels were obeying gravity and starting to flow out between my legs.
He pulled back for a moment and grinned again, 'You're a boy after my own heart. I could really have fun with you at the club. Stand still.' As his hands moved back and forth over my body they finally made their way down to my cock to discover it straining against the straps at full mast.
'You've not cum yet. Do you want to?'
'Yes!'
'How do you want it?'
For answer I walked, carefully, back in the barn and stood in the bath of mixed piss and cum. It came up well over my ankles. 'Feed me poppers and make me wash myself down.'
The magic bottle appeared under my nose and as I breathed deeply he slapped my arse lightly.
'I thought you wanted to hurt me?' I blurted out, quickly breathing in from the bottle again.
'Like this?' I felt a belt laid across my backside with a Whack! And just hung my head.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
I sat down in the bath and cupping handfuls of the mess poured it over my hair and head. Down my back and chest, soaking my body as much as possible. Then standing up reached up to the chains hanging down and grasping them tightly opened my legs, allowing my still strapped cock and balls to dangle freely.
His hand went to my cock and after spitting on it started wanking me slowly.
'Weigh my balls down again please,' I gasped.
He stopped for a moment, attached the weights from before and resumed the wank.
'It needs more spit,' I told him, 'anywhere, everywhere'
There were still three others standing around, watching and wanking slowly. He got them to spit on my cock and over my chest, wiping the slime all over my front.
As he continued to wank me my now weighted balls were swinging back and forth, being stretched and knocked. I could feel pressure starting slowly in the background.
'You're not meant to play with me. Use me hard!' What had got into me? I didn't care. I needed to be used, to be hurt. For everyone to enjoy themselves with my body. 'Go on. Do what you want with me. Just wank me harder, bash my balls about, make me feel it. Beat my arse. Make me yell again.'
I asked for it -- and I got it. As he wanked my slimy dirty cock, up and down, faster and faster, my balls now banging back and forth, the belt was applied to my arse.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
I lost count. Grasping the chains tighter I opened my legs as far as possible to allow greater tension on my balls. I felt cum and spit fall on my body. Someone filled a glass from the bath beneath me and poured it over my head; I swallowed what came the way of my mouth. The hand gripped harder and bashed back into my groin and I shot.
I screamed. My feet left the ground and I hung from the chains as he continued to milk me, one hand removing the straps, the other, now more gently.
It was only as I lowered my feet back down into the bath that I realised the belt had stopped and been replaced by a cock making full use of my opened hole. I hung limply from the chains as Blondie wiped his hands, covered with my cum, slowly over my filthy body. I just hung there; gasping as I recovered my breath and the cock in my arse exploded and withdrew.
As I lowered my arms and stepped away from the bath Blondie asked me 'Where did you learn to enjoy a session like that. It was fantastic.'
I told him I'd had little experience before, just when possible sessions on my own and my imagination.
He told me that first Saturday in the month his local friends met up here in the barn for games if I'd like to come again, also that on the third Saturday they met up, then drove to a nearby town where a bigger group got together.
I told him my parents went away alternate weekends and if we could arrange limits he might find me trespassing again in two weeks time.
I was apprehensive. Very apprehensive. Part of me was looking forward to the evening and part of me was a bit scared. After all, apart from a couple of weeks ago in the barn I'd had very little sexual contact with others and certainly nothing as extreme as that evening. Now Blondie and a couple of his friends were taking me to a place where he's told me it would be even more extreme and with a larger audience to whatever was going to happen.
I just had to trust him. Somehow I did. That didn't help my apprehension though. I'd had to force myself not to wank for the past twenty-four hours, thinking about the evening kept me randy all the time. Even my parents had noticed something was up and before they'd gone away for the weekend as usual had asked if I was OK and what I was going to do with myself?
I'd told them I was going out for the evening with a couple of friends I'd met cycling and think the fact I'd actually managed to meet someone to go out with rather than on my own as usual settled their worries. Apart from the normal, 'Don't drink too much. Don't bring strangers into the house. Have a good time.' they went off to their weekend bridge or whatever they got up to and left me alone around six.
I had three hours to fill before my pick-up was due. I followed the instructions Blondie had given me over the phone and cleaned out my arse, then drank loads of water to flush my system. Those actions on their own gave me a massive erection; I had one hell of a job to get it down. Then I changed into an old shell suit and pants as he suggested.
It was still only seven thirty. How could I fill the time? I had a G&T from Dad's sideboard, didn't think he'd miss it. Then I had an idea and greased a butt plug Blondie had given me and forced it up my arse. I thought it might open me up a bit for what was likely to happen but all that happened when I sat on it was I got another erection. Inside my tight running shorts that hurt again as my cock couldn't expand as it wanted. This wouldn't do. I had another G&T. That helped. I'd made them stronger than a pub measure and though I was allowed to drink at home that was a much as I'd ever had before.
A third one and I was feeling the effect when the doorbell rang. Just in time I thought. Luckily it was Blondie. One more and I'd be too far gone. He led me to an old transit van parked in the road and opening the back door half pushed me in. Up front two faces turned round. One was the black lad who'd fucked me first in the barn and the other I recognised with a start was the local postman.
They both smiled as the coloured lad said 'I hope I'll get you again tonight. Told you I loved your tight arse. By the way my names Tony and this here is Don.'
I didn't have a chance to answer as Blondie climbed into the back with me and closed the door before asking 'You been drinking?'
'Just a few. That's my limit though. Hope you got that bottle for later, I'll need that as well.'
I don't know what it was but somehow I just knew I could say whatever I needed to Blondie and he'd be OK with it. Look at the way he'd known how far he could take my body a couple of weeks ago without me saying anything. I just trusted him fully. Luckily I was to discover that trust was not going to be misplaced, though at times that night I did have second thoughts.
The floor of the van was covered by a double mattress and that covered by a thick plastic sheet and some old towels. That was all apart from some bags hanging from the walls.
'Strip off,' said Blondie, 'I've got some different stuff for you to wear.' I striped down to my shorts. 'Those as well, and your shoes and socks.' I did as he told me but it felt strange getting naked in the back of a van being driven through the countryside.
What he had for me to wear was very different. Padded leather straps round my wrists and ankles, then a leather harness on my body, over my shoulders, round my chest and two straps under my groin with a ring he manoeuvred my cock and balls through. He made me lay down and adjusted all the straps to fit snugly. Then kneeling between my legs fitted a rubber sheath over my cock and balls giving me an erection in the process. 'You'll be losing that soon,' he grinned as he attached a thin plastic tube to the sheath, and fed it toward my face under the straps.
I could see through the windscreen the reflection of street lights showing we were now driving into the town. That didn't stop him. Next he fastened a strap round my balls and a screw clamp over the top end of my cock only stopping the screw when he saw me grimace. Pulling the plug from my arse he continued, 'That got you ready now. They're going to enjoy some fresh blood in the club, especially as young and cute as you. Remember, all you have to do is shout 'home' if it gets too much.' Finally he gave me back my trainers and fastened a heavy chain round my neck.
I felt the van pull up and being manoeuvred to park. As I reached for my shorts he batted my hand away. 'You won't need those.' Was I meant to get out naked? Almost. He pulled a couple of wash leathers from a bag and tucked one over my front and other over my arse. They were only about a foot square each. I couldn't get out in the street just covered like that.
He opened the half rear doors and climbed out taking another bag from the wall with him, telling me to do the same. I could see it wasn't too bright outside and crouched to peer out. We were in a back street with little street lighting.
Even so, there was enough light to see by and people were wandering about. I just couldn't get out. It was one thing to be dressed, or undressed, like this inside somewhere or out in the country, but here in the middle of a town where anyone could see me.
He reached back in and grabbed the chain round my neck with one hand, pulling my head forward and shoving a bottle of poppers under my nose with the other. 'Let's see if this will change your mind. You're here to be on show and that's how I like it. So you had better get out now.'
It was only then I really noticed that apart from a pair of torn denim shorts he was dressed much the same as me as regards the body harness. Instead of straps round his wrist and ankles he had studded ones round his biceps and when he turned round I could see he wasn't wearing any underpants as his arse cheeks showed through the tears in the back of his shorts.
Oh well! If that's how it was to be. I inhaled again deeply and climbed out to be met by wolf whistles and a variety of comments. 'So that's the new boy he mentioned.' 'Can't wait to see him used.' 'He's cute.' 'Hope he's really up for it.' 'That makes my subscription worthwhile.'
I realised gratefully that most, if not all, of those milling around were fellow players as it were. I gathered we were waiting for the club to open in five minutes, at nine o'clock.
Blondie attached a leather strap to the chain around my neck and pulled me toward a group outside a door, telling me to keep my mouth shut and only talk if he told me to. He got into conversation with them, leaving me standing behind him. I felt various hands surreptitiously feel my arse as bodies moved around and came to join the group.
He turned to me and whispered in my ear, 'Are you ready? I need to piss and we shouldnt piss in the street should we? I want your mouth.'
What! Here in the street, under the lights, with everyone watching. And maybe straights passing at the end of the lane and seeing everything that was going on.
He fed me poppers again and spoke out loud. Kneel down and open your mouth. I need a piss boy.'
I stayed where I was. 'I told you to kneel,' and then as he pinched my nipples, 'someone smack his arse for me.'
I felt the wash leather that was only part covering my rear in the light breeze lifted and my arse exposed for all to see. Soon followed by several hand smacks that swayed me forward.
He twisted my nipples harder, everyone was watching, 'I told you to kneel.'
What was I to do?
He grabbed hold of my hair, I'd still not had it cut as he'd suggested and now it was quite long even for me, wavy dirty blonde almost down to my shoulders. 'Here, kneel in the gutter so everyone can see how I use you.'
What choice did I have? I knelt as directed, in front of his crutch, and he unbuttoned his shorts pulling out the cock I remembered. Maybe not huge but certainly big enough to fill my mouth. Slack it was about six inches, circumcised and I remembered I could only just get my fingers to meet round it.
He pulled my head back slightly, 'Open.' and fed it in for a couple of inches and started to piss. 'Make sure you swallow it all,' pulling my hair tighter.
He let go in spurts, giving me plenty of time to swallow the acrid liquid, 'That's a good boy. Drink it all down.' There wasn't a huge amount and soon he pulled his cock out, still holding my hair, and sprayed lightly over my chest.
That's when another light came on over the door and our audience slowly moved away and passed through the door, one after another.
'Come on boy,' as he pulled me up by the harness, 'Let's go see what fun I can have with you inside.'
I don't really know what I was expecting to see when we got inside but it still came as something of a shock as over the next half hour or so around a hundred men of varying ages and appearance came through the door, removed clothing where necessary for the cloakroom, then moved to the bar where Blondie sat and I knelt to obtain drinks and mingle. Most made some comment to Blondie when they saw me, all he would say to them was later. I seemed to be about the youngest person present and certainly had the longest hair, not to mention probably had the least clothing on. They seemed to be of all ages and sizes, most with bare chests apart from various leathers straps and harnesses. Some in jeans, some shorts, some leather pants or leather briefs. I noticed several of those wearing just briefs also had chains round their necks like mine and were following or being led by hard hairy men. I was glad to be controlled by Blondie.
Just when my knees were starting to feel cramped on the floor someone shouted, 'Door Closed. Party time,' and the lights changed. As the ones over the bar dimmed down somewhat another set came on showing me the room was much deeper than I'd thought. The rear half had a tilled floor, occasionally oil drums dotted around, various posts reaching to the ceiling from where also hung several chains. Right in the middle of the floor was a large bath the use for which I could easily imagine. Blondie reached down to pull me up by my neck chain.
'Bladder filling?' he asked. I nodded. Now he had me standing the pressure suddenly increased dramatically and became uncomfortable. He placed a tall glass of beer in front of me. 'Drink this then. The gin should be wearing off by now.'
It was, but the pressure wasn't. Even so I managed to down about three quarters before the pressure became so great I started to wriggle and moan slightly.
While I'd been drinking several people had moved closer and, after receiving permission from Blondie had been running their hands over my body, easily accessing every part due to the miniature loin cloths I was dressed in.
'Can I examine his arse?' asked a voice.
'Of course,' was Blondie's reply, 'Just a minute. Don't want him getting noisy yet.'
He pulled a small ball gag from his bag and after pushing the ball in my mouth fastened it by a strap round the back of my head. Then he did, what was to me at least, the unexpected. The transparent plastic tube attached to the rubber sheath over my cock and balls he pushed through a small hole in the middle of the ball. If he undid the clip on my cock and I let my piss go I would have to drink it!
Blondie moved my glass out of the way, 'Put your legs on the rail. Bend over the bar. Grab hold of the other side.'
I stood on the foot rail and bent over as instructed, just managing to clasp my hands over the far edge', my chin resting on the flat surface. I could see the half dozen barmen more fully now. All mid twenties, nice bodies and just wearing trainers like myself and matching tight leather shorts. Right now they all seemed more interested in my body and what was happening than serving their customers.
Around the same time I felt the stupid loincloth being flipped up exposing my arse for all to see I also felt the clip on my cock being released and before I could stop it my piss surged up the tube, filling my mouth and forcing me to swallow before I chocked. Two of the barmen were crouched down in front of me, closely watching the piss flow up the pipe.
As if that weren't enough, as I clenched my arse in a attempt to halt the flow I heard a curse from behind, 'Shit! He's clenched up. How the hell can I get my fingers in now?'
'Like this,' said Blondie. He placed the welcome bottle before my nose and as I breathed in gave my backside several hearty slaps. 'Now try.' I couldn't yell with the ball plug in my mouth and hands now holding my wrists from the front and Blondie's arm pressing on my back precluded any real movement. The only result was of course my bladder flowed again, keeping me busy swallowing for several minutes as my mouth filled and refilled with my piss. It hurt as well. The pipe was not very large and the sheath and straps on my cock kept the release down to a manageable flow. On the other hand there was a lot of pressure built up and the flow wanted to be faster.
I didn't have long to consider this as I now felt a shot of grease or oil squirted up my backside followed by a couple of fingers pushing themselves past the entrance and pulling the lips apart. 'God! He's tight. Has he been fucked often?'
'No.'
'Is he going to be fucked tonight?'
'Oh yes! Came from Blondie. 'He'll be screaming sometime before we move on.'
Move on? What the hell did he mean. I knew from what Blondie had told me on the way up the club was licensed as a private members club to midnight and I'd anticipated we would be returning home than, in a couple of hours time. What was he intending? Had I been too trustful? There were now more than two fingers in my arse. It felt like four, two on each side, pushing and probing right inside as far as they could reach. 'Christ! I'd love to fuck this tight arsed boy. Make him yell. He is tight.'
'Not yet,' said Blondie. 'You could be number two though, if you last out. Don's not had him yet and I promised he could go first, get him ready for Tony.'
'God! You let Tony have him? He'll split him open. That I have to see'
The fingers, reluctantly it seemed, pulled from my arse and a hand gave it a couple of hearty swipes. 'I'll be back, if that OK with you. Gotta go have a piss.'
'Take him with you,' said Blondie.
'What? In the bath?'
'Of course. You may need this though,' and Blondie took a leather belt from his bag. I remembered that belt from our last meeting. It may have been softened but it could still hurt. Why was he passing me over to a stranger?
Blondie bent forward and as he placed the bottle back under my nose, whispered in my ear, 'It's OK. I know Tom. You'll be OK with him but the room won't all know that.' He placed a set of swim goggles over my eyes and removed the ball plug from my mouth, re-fastening the strap round my neck and lifting my feet pulled my trainers off. 'Don't let me down. You don't have to obey straight away if you see what I mean.' I took another deep sniff as he handed the strap on my chain to Tom, followed by the bottle, just telling him to feed me poppers. Tom yanked on my neck chain, 'Come on boy. I need a piss and you need a wash.'
Clambering down from the bar and turning I saw him for the first time. Not bad looking, around thirty, short cropped hair, face stubble, medium hairy chest with the hair going right down to his cock, wearing a loose body harness. Semi hard, uncut, about six inches. I thought I'd be able to take that without problem. Then I noticed that almost all the room had removed whatever shorts or pants they'd been wearing earlier and most had been watching his examination of my arse apart from a few kneeling down and servicing the cocks in front of them. I'm sure I blushed from head to foot as the fact the whole crowd had been getting off on watching my exposed backside wobbling about on the bar.
He gave me no time to think much more but half dragged me toward the bath I'd noticed earlier. It was quite a bit larger than I'd realised, possibly big enough to lie down fully and the bottom was already covered in a couple of inches of piss.
I stood by the edge of the bath. 'Get in.' I stayed where I was. 'I said get in boy.' This was accompanied by a swish of the belt across my arse. He didn't lay it on with too much force, but even so it stung and I stepped into the piss. 'Kneel down.' I stood where I was. 'I said knell down boy.' This time followed by several harder swings of the belt on my arse and I l knelt as ordered. I shivered slightly. The room was warm enough but the piss that almost covered my legs had been filling for some time and had cooled off.
Tom stood in front of me holding his cock as I bent my head forward. Suddenly a massive stream of acrid piss sprayed out covering me instantly from head to foot. 'Lift your head up boy.' As I lifted my head he continued spraying a massive jet right into my face. 'Open your mouth.' I didn't obey. His piss was rank, must have been held back and not flushed for ages. 'Open your fucking mouth boy!' I still refrained as his flow came to an end.
'Your boy's not very obedient,' he called out. 'How far can I go with him?'
'Well. You'll have to punish him obviously,' said Blondie, who'd moved over while this was going on, 'Stand up boy.'
I stood immediately. I was trying to do whatever he commanded without any delay. How I reacted to others was up to me, but if I trusted him then I should do what he told me. He grabbed my arms and clipping the wrist straps together reached up and pulled on a chain I'd not noticed hanging above the bath. 'OK! Pull it tight,' he called to someone and I felt myself being stretched to I was only just standing on the floor of the bath.
'You OK with having your arse belted?' he whispered in my ear.
'Whatever you want,' I replied, just keep with me please and feed me poppers. Is that what they want to see?'
'Oh yes! They've never had a sub as fresh as you to play with in here. Everyone's waiting to see how far I go with you. That's why hardly anyone has cum yet. They all want to see you get used. Bend forward if you can.'
As I bent the little my position would allow he rammed the butt plug back up my arse. 'Just to keep you open for later.' Then he attached a chain, followed by a weight to the strap still round my balls. The effect of those two actions gave me back the erection I'd lost when being displayed nearly naked outside. It was painful. There were still straps round my cock and getting an erection just made them tighter.
As I straightened he pulled the goggles down from my eyes and placed the bottle back under my nose, 'Take a deep breath. You'll need it.' He stood back and nodded. 'Six I think.'
Thwack! The belt landed across my buttocks, this time with greater force. My body swayed forward as I yelled and the weight from my balls swung also making me yell again.
Thwack! Thwack! He wasn't holding back now. I yelled and yelped, trying to twist my body so the next blow would land somewhere different. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! My arse was burning, gasping for breath I realised I was crying as well.
'Are you going to open your mouth now when told to boy?' asked Blondie.
'Yes Sir,' was my automatic reply.
Pulling the goggles back over my eyes he told me to lie down fully and open up.
Obeying him I was glad of the cool piss my arse lay down in and discovered as I had imagined the bath was long enough for my nearly six foot to lay flat with room to spare. The back of my head and body were fully covered in piss, I could feel it lapping inside my ears. My hair was floating behind me as Tom stood by the side of the bath. 'Open up boy.'
As I did so he let go another massive stream of piss that immediately filled and overflowed my mouth. As fast as I attempted to swallow it filled again and I realised the bath was surrounded by pissing cocks, all it seemed aimed at my face and mouth.
As the streams tapered off they were replaced by several rapidly wanking cocks that soon shot their loads over my face and chest to join the piss already there. They were also joined by several subs who crept to the edge of the bath and sprayed the mouthfuls of cum they were carrying over me as well.
After a while all these streams tapered off and Blondie told me to stand up and step out.
'Right then. Where's Don? I promised he could have first go at posting your arse,' he said with a grin. 'Let's get you tied up and ready for him.'
he led/pulled me over to a thick post and facing me to it pulled a strap, ,probably the belt, round my waist and tightly round the post. Then bending down and pulling my feet apart clipped the ankle restraints to something on the floor. My arms he twisted round the post and attached an elastic strap from wrist to wrist behind my back. 'That's got you nice and trussed like a chicken.' Reaching behind me he jerked the butt plug out.
Until then I'd nearly forgotten it was in. My arse still stung somewhat, my belly was bloated from the piss I'd had to swallow, the weight was still hanging from my balls and the now cold piss was dripping from my hair keeping my body wet. 'Don. He's all yours. Fuck him nice and hard for me. Get him ready for Tony.'
I'd not seen Don naked so had no idea what was I was about to receive while Blondie fed me poppers and started twisting and nipping my nipples. I couldn't help but start groaning as after a couple of heavy slaps at my arse it was violated by a long thin throbbing cock with a vengeance.
I yelled loudly but no one took a bit of notice. Blondie kept on twisting and the cock started rapidly thrusting in and out, It may not have been too thick but God it was long and hard.
All around I could hear voices, 'Fuck him!' 'Rape that boys arse!' 'Make him scream.' 'Go on, fuck him harder!'
Don didn't need any encouragement. His thrusts got faster and deeper. Slamming into my body with such force I was sure the post would crack. Each time my tied balls and cock were bashed as well giving me all the more reason to yell.
'OK?' asked a voice in my ear as the poppers appeared again. I just managed a grunt, trying to gather enough breath for a sniff. He wasn't going to let up. My arse was being split. Not sidewise but upwards. I didn't know what damage he was causing. By now I didst care. I was yelling and and tears were falling down my face with the still dripping piss, at the same time calling on him to fuck me harder. He did. With a sudden grunt he threw his arms round me, crushing my whole body to the post, ans his hot cum shoot inside me. Pulling almost out he rammed in again and again, each time shooting another stream of boiling cum far inside my bruised arse.
'Untie him,' I heard Don say, 'My cock needs cleaning now.'
I was roughly untied and forced down on my knees as Dons cock bashed against the side of my face. 'Clean it up.'
As I took his cock into my mouth I could only think how glad I was he'd not tried to facefuck me. As I thought, his cock was only of average girth but it must have been nine or ten inches long. If I'd seen it before he'd fucked me I'd have had a fit.
As I sucked and cleaned it as best I could the lights flashed off and on a couple of times. 'Only ten minutes left,' said Blondie. 'Anyone fancy a quick face fuck?'
Several bodies moved forward and someone's hard uncut tool was in my mouth almost before I had time to breath. He was well ready and came almost at once, pulling out to be replaced by a nice size black one. I'd have liked to get to know that cock better but he also was over excited and filled my mouth after a few moments, before I'd even managed to swallow the previous visitor.
As I sank back exhausted I was quite unaware of the crowd standing round wanking and shooting furiously all over me till Blondie pulled me back to my feet, unfastened the weight from my balls and gave me back my trainers.
'You'll need these for outside. And here's a beer to wash your mouth out for a while'.
I just stood there, the streams of cum trickling down my body as i gratefully drank the beer down. I'd need to piss again soon I thought, then heard Tom complain, 'I didn't have time to fuck his arse!' 'No. Sorry,' replied Blondie. 'Tell you what though. I'm taking him down to the common for Tony to have him so the gays down there can see a proper fuck happen. If you like you can keep his arse busy on the way down.
'Be my pleasure. I'll open him up ready that's for sure.' With that Blondie grabbed hold of my leash and led me from the club. Apart from the harness and straps all I was wearing were my old trainers and the soaking flaps of wash leather front and back. I felt more naked than ever as we stood around outside, Blondie being congratulated on his find and being asked when I'd be available again. He told everyone where he was taking me and what would happen on the way and when we got there. Quite a few promised to follow us down. With that Blondie climbed in the back of the van, pulling me along with him. Making me lie on my back with my legs toward the door he placed the ball gag and tube back in my mouth, fastening it as before. Now I knew what the mattress and plastic cover was for. Tom climbed in after, pulling the door closed behind him.
What else had Blondie in mind for me? Was I really going to be fucked as we drove through the town? I really needed to piss again.
I was still wet, not really dripping, but wet with piss and cum all over me. Blondie sat with his back to the half partition and pulled my body up between his legs my head resting on his chest and my arms trapped under his legs. As the van started moving Tom dropped his shorts and roughly grabbed my own legs, pulling them apart and forcing them to fold onto my chest.
This was crazy. We were driving through town from one side to the other and I was going to be fucked on the way, not to mention I really was feeling the need to piss now.
Christ! I wasn't going to be fucked. I was going to be raped. Tom didn't hang around but plunged his weapon straight in with no care for the body he was getting off with. I had no chance to prepare myself and my body tried to buck off the floor and away from the intrusion but was trapped by Blondie's legs and Tom's hands holding me down.
If I'd not been gagged I would have screamed. Instead the obvious happened and my bladder let loose, filling my mouth in an instant with my own hot acrid piss. Blondie was working on my already tender nipples, 'Drink it all boy. I'm taking the sheath off when we arrive so the customers can see what you've got. I don't want you leaking then for a while.'
So they could see what I'd got? I wasn't hiding much with just the two flaps of wash leather front and back. And who were the customers? Tom was fucking my arse as hard and deeply as he could, every thrust seemed to release another blast from my bladder however much I tried to hold it. 'I'd sure love to see that pretty face fucked properly sometime when you take that gag out. Here, hold his legs for me and hold him tight. I've not had an arse like this for years. Nice tight almost virgin boy to fuck. Hard and deep.'
Blondie left of torturing my nipples and grabbed my legs, pulling them back tighter, allowing Tom better access at my hole. 'I've told JB there will be a new face for him to fuck if he can get down before we leave. Now fuck the boy hard, make him feel it. I want him to know he's been fucked and hurt'
'JB? That I've got to hang around and see. Do you think the boy can take it?' Tom was gasping now as he thrust harder and harder in my arse, trying to force his whole groin inside me. There was no let up, no pauses. He had a fuck boy and he was going to use it. I could see sweat running down his face as he yelled and released his load up my gut.
'He's going to take Tony up the arse when he's recovered from you so I don't see why he shouldn't look after JB in the meantime,' replied Blondie as Tom finished flooding my gut with his cum.
Didn't I get any choice in the matter? Obviously not.
As Tom pulled out with a plop I realised the van had pulled up somewhere, also that my bladder was empty, for now at any rate. That was one relief, the other being feeling of my arse trying to relax itself. Could I really take Tony tonight? My arse felt as if it had been used and abused all night long, well I suppose it had really. My arse may have time to relax but I didn't. Blondie was as good as his word and letting my legs down removed the gag from my mouth and climbing over my body also removed the straps and sheath over my cock. It wasn't to last though as he replaced the small leather harness tightly round my cock and clipped the other part roughly round my balls. It pulled and hurt, even so I immediately obtained an erection without any input from my brain at all.
The back door opened and Tom and Blondie climbed out, Blondie pulling me behind him. The van was parked up beside the woods at the edge of the common. Even though I been dressed, or undressed, as I was for several hours I felt embarrassed to be in the open as I was, even more so as there was nothing to hide my obvious erection poking out to one side of the stupid little cloth hanging from my belt.
Also, apart from my obvious lank hair and the fact I stunk of piss, I could feel the deposit Tom had left behind was starting to escape with little farts and dribbling down my legs for anyone to see. 'Come on,' he said, pulling at the leash still attached to the chain round my neck. As he led me through the bushes and deep among the trees I was only too well aware of furtive shadows, it seemed everywhere, and whispered comments about what they could see of me and deciding to follow and watch was going to happen. This was worse than the club, at least that was inside among a crowd of likeminded souls. This audience might all be gay but I was sure most of them would be not be into piss and stuff. Why was it then I just couldn't get rid of my erection?
Finally we arrived at a small clearing that contained a couple of picnic tables and some benches. There wasn't a lot of light from the moon and the street lighting had completely disappeared this far from the road so I couldn't really see into the trees but became aware as my eyes accustomed themselves that there were bodies standing all round the clearing, waiting to see what might happen, apart from the half dozen including my friends who's accompanied me over to the table. The night was no longer young, I'd been taken to partake in a scene I would never had imagined to exist, I'd been pissed on and in, fucked both ends, beaten and still not cum myself.
Obviously Blondie had planned for this to continue and, I realised, my body had no objection. It was straining for more experiences, taking my brain along with it. That is if I had any brain left. Between them Blondie and my cock seemed to have taken over fully with my full cooperation.
That flashed through my mind in the seconds it took the others to lead me to the table and roughly bend my body over it as Blondie whispered in my ear, 'You up for more?'
I saw no reason to respond apart from muttering 'Poppers,' and half helped them to arrange and strap my body down. My ankles were somehow stretched and attached to the table legs and my arms pulled forward and fastened to the front legs. This left my head jutting over one edge and my cock and balls trapped against the other.
'JB should get here soon,' said Blondie, 'Anyone got any ideas what we should do with the boy while we wait?'
For answer I felt a hand rubbing the crack of my fully exposed arse. 'Has he just been fucked?'
'A couple of times, ' came the reply.
The response was the feeling of hot breath on my arse followed by what had to be a tongue licking at my hole that was still leaking from the earlier deposits. The tongue became more excited and I felt the whole face plunge into my arse as a couple of hands pulled my cheeks apart. It started jabbing probes at my crack and as the hands stretched me further the tongue forced itself past any obstruction and was jabbing and sucking inside my arse.
It couldn't get in far but the resulting consequence to my body was out of proportion to to its size or length of penetration. It was only the realisation that my cock was mashing against the table edge that brought me to my senses. My body was writhing around, almost out of control, fighting against the restraints. The feeling was indescribable.
'Keep him still,' as the mouth was removed briefly and then returned. Hands grabbed my head and a cock appeared before my face. 'Suck on this. Get you ready for JB.'
Who was this JB? I didn't really care, just opened my mouth and as the cock slid in sucked on it gratefully. The hands continued to hold my head firmly as whomever it was just stood and fucked my face. Who was I to care? I didn't.
The tongue left my arse to be replaced by a hard cock. I have no idea who it belonged to, but whoever it was wasted no time, immediately pushing through the entrance. I could feel it was not as thick as some I'd known for which I was admittedly grateful. But it was long. Long and hard. It just kept pushing in, further and further. Further than ever before, or so it felt. It just seemed to keep on going and going. Finally, just as the cock in my mouth started shooting, half in my mouth and half over my face as it was withdrawn and rapidly finished off by hand, I felt the owner of the cock in my arse plunge fully in as his groin came up against my cheeks.
I know I yelled. Who wouldn't? It may not have been extra thick but by God it was long and hard. It felt as if a wooded broomstick had been shoved up inside me. Even sniffing at the poppers placed before my nose didn't fully relax me.. If he started to fuck me before my body became accustomed to the invasion I'd be split apart.
Just then I heard a voice, 'Now that's what I like. A boy laid out ready for me after a hard night work. And being split from the other end as well.'
'Told you I had something new for you JB,' I heard from Blondie, 'And almost a virgin as well. Just keep feeding him poppers.'
'I'll feed him more than poppers,' the voice replied.
Raising my head as far as possible I could just see the middle part of a stocky body removing his T-shirt. His stomach was covered in a mat of thick curly hair and as he dropped his jeans could see the mat of hair thickened as it continued down to his groin to such an extent his balls were almost hidden. What wasn't hidden was the cock, already half erect it cut purple tip pulsating in the moonlight as a hand fondled it.
'When I've had a piss I'm going to fuck your face boy. Fuck it hard and deep. You'll be wishing for that cock back in your arse by the time I've finished with you.'
I wasn't so sure. The cock in my arse, if it was a cock and not a broomstick had not stopped plunging away, each time it seemed deeper and deeper. There was no softness to it at all, rather a long solid length doing its best, it felt, to make its way up to my throat from the wrong end. My gasps had been replaced by yelps and now little cry s were escaping from me each time it rammed in and mashed my balls against the table edge.
'Oh just piss over his face,' someone said, 'wash the stale cum off.' Why is it everyone wanted to piss over me? He didn't wait to see what I wanted, just held it up a foot or so from my face and let go a massive stream that covered me and still kept going. Around the same time the rod up my arse started to shoot and what with his banging at my prostrate and my balls against the table edge my mouth opened wide to yell only to be filled with piss that I had to swallow or choke.
JB seemed unable, or probably unwilling, to stop pissing and between gasps and yells I had to swallow what seemed like gallons of his piss before he finally dribbled to a halt, moving forward and bashing his cock against the side of my face, 'Open up boy.' I had hardly been aware when the stick up my arse finished shooting and was removed, only to be quickly replaced by a mouth that started slurping and sucking at my hole. I was in no state to relish it as my cock wanted to piss itself now, only being restrained by the straps and the fact it was jammed tight against the table
'Open up I said,' JB repeated, this time slapping my head from side to side, 'I'm going to fuck your mouth boy.'
I opened and he pushed his now hardening cock part way in my mouth. 'Let's follow that piss, see where it went.'
Without more delay he held my head and shoved his cock straight down my throat. Even with my mouth and throat now at a straight angle I started to gag just as he pulled back, almost right out, just leaving an inch or so in my mouth. 'Now suck tight on that. Tighter,' as he slapped my face again, 'Suck it tight and lick it all round boy.' That's how it continued for several minutes. Every so often he'd thrust straight down my throat, in and out several times, making me gag. Then pull back and make me suck and lick the top couple of inches. It seemed he just slapped my face from side to side whenever he felt like it.
His cock had grown and now I could feel the heat of it in my mouth, throbbing when he shoved it down my throat. He had given up slapping my face and was now holding my dripping head more tightly 'I think this boy needs a good beating?'
Thank God I smelt the poppers under my nose when he was just having the end sucked.
'Someone beat the bugger while I fuck him good and hard.'
It wasn't a hand this time. At the same moment he shoved his cock straight back down my throat I felt a belt land on my arse with a Thwack! My body didn't know if to yell or gag. As it was I couldn't do either.
He pulled back out and just as I'd managed to gasp enough air to yell he thrust it back down, accompanied by another Thwack! Again and again, getting faster and faster. I lost count of the number of belts across my body, all I could half concentrate on was the cock that kept on gagging me, pulling back far enough for me to just gasp, then deep throat me again.
His hands were holding my head in a vice, I couldn't move it at all. Every so often I smelt the poppers someone was holding under my nose as he pulled back and gasped gratefully, I have no idea if I was breathing, or rather gasping, through my nose or mouth. All I could see through the swim goggles protecting my eyes was his hairy thatch pulling back and then squashing up against my face.
At first I didn't notice when the beating of my arse stopped. It was so sore that the cock was actually a fair distance in before I noticed. It wasn't a cock to ignore for long though. It kept on slowly ploughing in and upwards, stretching me wide at the same time. Oh no! This must be Tony. I couldn't take him and JB at the same time. They would meet in the middle if they both fucked me at once. It was too much. I couldn't take it!
I didn't have any choice. I was being split both ends at once. Even the poppers that still appeared under my nose from time to time seemed to make no difference. My arse was being split wide open, my cock and balls were being bashed against the table edge, my throat was being fucked hard and deep enough to make me gag. And then it wasn't. Somehow my body seemed to adjust to the rhythm as they fucked me back and forth. My throat seemed to open up of its own accord and likewise my arse chute.
My bashed and bruised cock was straining for release. If I could I would have been screaming for more rather than less. I was going mad. But still I wanted it. Wanted my body to be used and abused. Wanted the audience to see how much abuse I was taking.
Thankfully for the sake of my body, that no longer seemed to be attached to my brain, JB suddenly gave a growl and pulling back almost out of my mouth, slammed back in deeper and deeper and as I gripped with my lips he shot and shot far down my throat before pulling out and quickly finishing off over my face.
I swallowed as well as possible, trying not to choke and breathe at the same time. There was no time to get my breathe back as only a moment later the cock up my arse, which I discovered was Tony when he yelled, 'Take it boy,' shot his load far up inside me. Shot after shot bursting inside me like a firework.
I was gasping, trying to talk, to say something, anything. Somehow I just couldn't say a word. The noises coming from my mouth seemed hardly human when the buzz in my head died down enough for me to hear myself.
I know I cried out 'No,' when Tony pulled his cock out. My body couldn't have taken any more, part of me knew that, but I just wanted it to go on, somehow. My body wanted more and was ignoring my brain. Before I really knew it I'd been untied and laid out flat on the table. I could vaguely see through my steamed up swim goggles the table was surrounded by men, young and old, cocks at the ready, several seemed to be fully naked as myself. Hands probing at my sloppy arse and Blondie's voice, 'Now for you,' just before a hot mouth enclosed my engorged cock and started to lick and suck at it.
Even after all I'd been through it was fully erect and I thought myself ready to shoot as soon the moment that mouth started to work. I'd not considered, however, the effect from the straps still imprisoning my cock and balls. The fingers twisting and turning inside my arse, working on my prostrate, the other hand pulling gently on my balls, while the hot mouth worked deeper and firmer on my cock. I needed release, I heard myself moaning louder and louder, 'Do it. Work it. Make me cum. For God's sake finish it.'
My body had started to writhe around on the table, only held now by the mouth and hands working on my nether regions. I could feel it building and building, I had to cum, my arse was rising from the table, trying to force my cock deeper and deeper into the mouth.
Then, to accompany the periodic streams of piss falling over my body and face, there came splashes and splodges of cum as the audience jerked off over my body. Someone who must have been almost as covered as myself was wiping the various cum shots over my body; I could feel his hand sliding up and down, over my face, his fingers into my gasping mouth to be cleaned before he slid his hand around to gain a fresh supply before back for a clean.
My body was flinging itself around so much now someone grasped my head to stop me from banging it on the table. I could hear myself almost yelling, 'For God's sake finish me!'
The fingers on my balls moved and I felt a strap snap open and I screamed as I shot. I must have almost broken his jaw as my whole body arched off the table. I'd never cum so much before; I kept on shooting and shooting. The fingers up my arse pressed tighter on my prostrate and my body arched again, almost breaking my back as I shot again. Finally I collapsed back on the table, physically and mentally exhausted. Neither brain nor body would respond, I would probably have just lain there all night, I couldn't even consider what I'd been put through at that time, just knew it was right for me.
Somehow they got me upright, wiped roughly down and back to the van. Someone clothed me on the drive home that it seemed finished almost at once I was so far gone. 'Will you be OK?' Tony asked as he helped me out. I just nodded. 'I'll ring you next week, see if you feel up to a private house party next month. No pressure.'
My reply, 'Oh Yes!'
Probably The End -- but you never know!