Went Looking A homoerotic tale,not for the faint of heart, by Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk [Watersports, S&M, group]
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Chapter Five
Just about everyone was looking at me now, either to see if I would obey and actually do as told or refuse and get punished. I did for a moment consider pushing my luck a little longer but decided it probably not a good idea. After all, it wasn't as if everyone couldn't already see my naked body and the pronged gag in my mouth somehow made me feel very vulnerable and so I walked slowly, very slowly, through the throng, various hands taking their time to slap my arse, twist and pinch my nipples, even pull and squeeze my permanently aroused cock.
He followed closely behind and upon reaching the urinal, somehow without anybody standing on my feet, I turned to face him. 'Move back,' placing his large black hand against my chest he pushed me backwards until my bare feet were standing in the trough. 'Sit down,' I stood my ground, just raising my head to look him in the eye. 'Sit,' his fingers were quick to abuse my tender nipples, pulling, twisting and nipping with his fingernails, and I slowly lowered my body into the trough finally sitting cross legged like a Buddha, my naked back against the tiled wall and my bare arse and weighted balls actually inside the trough. It was, at present, virtually dry but somehow I didn't expect it to remain like that for long.
'Hold out your arms, I've another present for you.' Delving back into his bag he withdrew a couple of leather straps and proceed to fasten them around my wrists, then pulling them out from my body fastened my arms somehow above the splash back leaving my naked body fully vulnerable and exposed. I couldn't even move to defend or protect myself now, I felt utterly helpless and yet somehow free, I trusted him for some reason not to let anybody take it too far. He just wanted to see my body available for others to abuse and enjoy before he took his own pleasure and I was unable to make any real protest as it happened. I could see his white eyes watching me from where he'd returned to lean against the wall behind everybody else. It was my position to accept it for his pleasure.
My cock and balls were both held taut, pressing tightly against their respective metal rings. It was a pressure That would increase I knew, changing slowly from awareness to exquisite near agony as more blood flowed into my cock and was unable to return pulling my balls up tighter in the process. My bladder was already filling and I could only see that pressure also increasing as this night progressed. Part of me was not looking forward to the experience while another, the part that felt so defenceless and open to abuse by strangers wanted to welcome it with open arms.
Well, my arms were being held open anyway I thought to myself and the truth was I did want to accept the violations of my body I guessed were likely to follow, I wanted the pain, pain in one area to counteract the hurting in another. There could be pleasure in pain I already knew from self abuse but this would be different, take me to a higher level. The idea there would be more than one abuser had not occurred to me previously and I obtained some vicarious pleasure from the idea that more than one person would be enjoying the ill-treatment of my body There was only one cloud on the horizon that I could think off, would I?
So far nothing had really occurred that I'd not experienced on my previous visit, apart from my position that was. While I'd been musing, with some trepidation, as to what would be happening to my body, the gathering had been taking turns to piss and spit on my body encouraged by a deep voice from the corner.
'Lift your head up boy.' and 'Try to piss in his mouth so he has to swallow.' 'I don't care how dirty he gets, he'll be punished later anyway.'
My mouth was only wedged open a little way but it was surprising how much piss of so many different flavours managed to be directed in there and I was unable to spit it all out, the warm and acrid mixtures making their way it seemed directly into my stomach and increasing the pressure on my bladder. There had also been two or three who couldn't hold out or maybe were out of time who'd shot their cum over my hair, face and chest.
I was starting to wonder if this was all he intended to do with me tonight and contemplate if I would be ready for him to fuck me if this was all my body received for a warm-up when there was a stirring so to speak of the audience and on looking up I discovered him standing before me, accompanied by a dirty while young man of bout my own age and dressed somewhat as I had been in skimpy shorts and a running vest.
However, we couldn't have been more different. Six foot, short cut dark hair, couldn't really tell in the dim light, rough designer stubble that just looked unshaven and went with the look of disdain on his face. I considered myself fit, regular swimming and jogging with weekly trips to the gym but he was fit in a different way, not excessively muscled or anything but there didn't appear to be an inch of extra flesh on his taught body. Just solid and slightly mean looking with a thick silver coloured chain round his neck
'My friend from the other night couldn't make it so I've invited someone else to have fun with your body for a while. In a moment I'll give you a chance to back out 'cause I warn you, once started he wont stop.'
Turning to his friend he asked him 'Well? Will he do for you? You see, he's just as I promised, almost a virgin. You work him up, do what you want and just save his arse for me.'
'Are you sure he's old enough? Don't look like it to me.'
He reached forward to release the restraints, just leaving the straps fastened on my wrists and lifting my head undid and removed the open mouth gag. At the same time his trainer shod foot moved forward to be placed against my heavily swollen cock and balls, trapped as they were by the metal rings and balls weights and crying for release.
'Well? Are you?' he asked.
I couldn't help it. Something just had to give. Reaching out to grab his ankle I ground his dirty trainer into my groin. My bladder was feeling ready to burst and my distended balls and tumescent cock had a built up a load of cum that had to ecape. It was really only a matter of which won the race now really. Problem was the ring behind my cock and balls was digging so deeply a free flow was out of the question and my body craved additional pain in the area to achieve release.
He looked down grinning slightly. 'I'll take that as a yes then.' I nodded and twisted his foot between my legs.
'Please! I've got to cum, and I need to piss as well.' My mouth was tender and my throat was surprisingly dry considering how much piss had actually managed to make its way down there whilst tied in the urinal.
He reached out with both hands to hold my head and pull my jaw down, then right out of nowhere he spat in my open mouth. Then, moving to twist my head to one side, 'Go on. Give him one as well then.'
A pair of black fingers reached out and placed a dark coloured tablet on my tongue. 'Swallow.' He pressed my jaw back together and then pushed me down on the ground, my head falling back into the shallow urinal trough. He spat a couple of more times, now down on my groin and followed them with his foot rubbing and twisting at my body.
'Don't move,' I was groaning and starting to writhe I just had to explode, flinging my arms out where they lay in the trough my lower half was bucking against his foot and my mouth speaking a language I didn't understand. 'Make it happen, for God's sake make me cum please. Do what you want, just do it!'
He twisted and pushed with his foot and my cock somehow exploded. I felt my load slowly and painfully forcing itself up from my balls, through the restricting rings and ejaculating in long slow jets under his foot. Ejaculating was not really the word, each expulsion was long and slow but even so I could feel their force and the results spreading out under his shoe as he continued to push , twist and squash my balls.
Obviously he was also aware of what was happening as after my explosions tapered off he removed his foot from my groin and with a hop brought it up to lay over my face where my head was in the trough.
'Clean my shoe off boy. You the one who made it dirty.'
Why didn't I object I have no idea. My tongue went out to lick at my spunk on the bottom of his trainer where it was mixed with all the other detritus from the floor and wherever his trainers had taken him earlier. It was gross! it felt gross! I knew it was gross! So I licked at his shoe as he wiped it over my face.
'That will do,' he moved back to stand between my open legs. 'Open your mouth wide boy and drink if you know what's good for you.' I was still gasping anyway, from licking at the sole of his trainer and still from the temporary release in my balls. I say temporary as not only were the contents of my bladder requiring a likewise escape to my astonishment my cock was also becoming semi erect again.
Then my open mouth was flooded as he emptied his bladder and it was aimed straight at my face. I had to concentrate on not drowning but also at keeping my head in the urinal trough where he'd put it. I knew that I was not supposed to move. It seemed to go on for ever but finally came to a stop as I choked and spluttered when I became aware my bladder had also made a good effort to empty itself while my mind was busy elsewhere.
I'm not sure if it was the feeling of relief or his voice that percolated through first.
'You've just pissed up my legs boy.' Well, he hadn't tried to move away had he? 'Lets get you outside where there's room to move and I we can see what's going to happen to you properly.'
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I do hope you have enjoyed this effort to entertain. If so you may also like to savour my other stories held in the Nifty Archive. Seek under Prolific Authors, 'Ant-Boy'.
Also – published effort to entertain: Subs Deliverance by Anthony Thomas Paperback: 189 pages ISBN: 978-1-935509-08-0 Available from Amazon and all good Gay Bookshops.