Date: Wed, 4 Jun 2008 18:30:13 +0100
From: Anthony Thomas <ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: BigSarge - Chapter 2

BigSarge by Ant-Boy Chapter Two [Formatted A4, Times New Roman, 12]

Warning: This is a homoerotic tale written for fun to be read for fun.  If
you don't like it; Blah! Blah! Blah!

However - if you do please let author know Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk



'Get up on your knees lad and open that mouth of yours.'

My whole body was dripping wet and filthy from the mess on the floor but I
knelt there as instructed with my head bowed down until he grabbed hold of
it by the hair and wrenching it upright continued, 'Just look at these man
cocks here.  You will crawl up to each one and beg to suck it.'  When I
didn't respond at once he slapped my head with his other hand and half
dragged me forward to what looked like eight inches of fully erect manhood
being rapidly given a hand job.

'Don't waste your energy man.  Use this cum boys' mouth to take care of
your wants.  He's begging for it, aren't you boy?'

'Yes Sir.  Please may I suck your cock Sir?  Cum in or over me Sir.'

That cock I could only see out of the corner of my eyes now was placed
carefully just inside my mouth and then as its owner got a little bolder
slowly further and deeper until it came up against the back of my throat
causing me to gag slightly.  I could sense it was about to be withdrawn
even though I closed my lips tightly round it but heard the man say, 'Here.
Grab hold of his hair and bend his head back so you drop down easier.'

That was easy for him to say.  It was my hair and my throat being attacked.
The floor was hard and that cock was reacting just as it should, violating
my mouth and throat, pulling in and out over my clamped lips.  He was
pulling my hair so hard and so far backwards I required every little brain
cell still working to gasp enough oxygen through my leaking nose to remain
conscious.  My body felt several streams of cum and piss land on it,
probably being orchestrated by the man who started to abuse me. It was
fantastic.

Bang.  Bang.  My hair was gripped even tighter and my face and his groin
crashed into each other as his cock started shooting cum; cum; cum; down my
throat and filling my mouth when I was unable to swallow fast enough.
Finally his spasms finished and he pulled out, remnants of his cum leaking
from my mouth and down my chin.  My original tormenters denim clad groin
reappeared before me.  I knew it was him because the first thing he did was
backhand me across the face, left and right, 'I didn't hear you thank the
nice man,' and he backhanded me again.

'Thank you for allowing me to milk your cock sir.'

'That's better.  Did you like it boy?'

'No Sir.  This boy is here to serve, not to enjoy.'

That was one hell of a lie.  I'd enjoyed every single aspect of my abuse
and degradation; all my body wanted now was more of the same.  It was what
my body needed.  What it was crying out for deep inside where that other
part of me lived, the part that could fly, could separate and look down on
its host being hurt.  I wanted to revel in the pain and humiliation.

'Anyone else want this lads mouth at the moment?'  I couldn't have argued
as he'd grasped hold of my hair again and had one boot pressing against my
groin, not hard but enough to know I'd get hurt if I tried to move.  There
were no immediate acceptances but someone said, 'No, but I'd sure like to
piss over him while someone beats his arse.  Dirty boys like him need to be
punished don't they?'

'You hear that?' asked the man holding my hair, 'You'd better get back down
flat on the floor so I can give the man what he wants.'

As usual I hesitated a moment only to receive a couple of slashes across my
back with the leather belt.  'Get down there boy.'

Why do I hesitate?  Is it because I need to be forced, or because I'm just
a glutton for punishment?  Bits of both I think but I'm sure to some extent
its because that part of me starting to disengage with the rest of my body
takes time to transmit information back and forth.  Whatever, the strokes
across my back were no love taps and I cried out, even while doing as told
and laying my body flat, face down on the dirty wet floor.

Leather booted feet appeared either side of my head, 'Head up, look
forward,' and they shuffled claming my head between them with the toes
pushing at my shoulders.  'Wrap your arms round my ankles boy.  You better
hold on tight as this is going to hurt.'  I obeyed quickly this time,
pulling my body forward to my shoulders were resting on the toes of his
boots, my head trapped firmly now between his ankles and wrapped my arms
tightly behind his legs.

'Who wants the belt then.'

Someone took it as shortly I felt some love taps fall across my unprotected
backside. 'Don't pussyfoot about.  Whop that arse hard, that's what you
want isn't it boy?

'If it pleases you sir.'

I don't know if someone else took control of the belt but the next blow
landed with much more force.  Crack!  Crack!  A slight pause and I just
started to breath again when, Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

I yelled.  You would have done.

'Go on.  Beat him again.  Make him cry.  Punish him. Belt him.'

All around sounded as if they were getting off and I was definitely aware
of piss streams falling on my poor abused body.  It seemed that as soon as
one finished another took its place.  Whoever had control of the belt
didn't hold back any more either.  Crack!  Crack!  Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

My body was jerking and writhing around on the wet slimy floor and I held
on to the legs trapping my head even tighter.  My eyes were streaming, I
was calling out for it to 'Stop, Please stop.  I'll do anything you want.
Don't hit me any more.  Please.  Please.'

The beating finished.

I just collapsed, as far as was possible, gasping for breath with my eyes
and nose streaming, I was still moaning when I had breath to spare.  My
front felt nearly as sore from the writhing about on the floor, but I still
held tightly to the legs trapping my head.

'God that a red backside,' I heard, then felt someone's boot being placed
on it and twisted across my cheeks causing me to cry out 'No', again.

'Yeah,' came from someone else, 'Don't think it could take much more.
Pity, It was good the way he cried and squirmed.  I could use a boy like
that any day.'

'There's still his back.  That's still nice and white.  You'd like us to
whip your back boy wouldn't you?'

'Oh please sir.  Whip boy all you want sir.  Enjoy hurting me Sir's.'

'Are you sure?' someone asked.  'Should we really be doing this to him.  It
must hurt.'

'I'm supposed to be hurt Sir.  Its what this boy is for, what he's worth.
I'll get punished later but right now he should be whipped.'

Ohoops!  That was letting the cat out of the bag slightly but I don't think
anyone really caught on being too busy jacking off over my dirty red arsed
body.

It was only the feet trapping my head squeezing slightly tighter, if that
was possible, that gave me any warning. Crack!  Crack!  Crack!  Crack!  On
and on, sometimes quickly following, sometimes with a pause.  I was yelling
and throwing my body about risking damage from my contortions and contact
with the floor.  'Stop!  Stop! More!  Flog me!  Help!  Don't! Go on!'

There were two quite separate persons now it seemed.  One pleading for the
torture to cease and the other encouraging even more and more abuse.  I was
yelling and crying and flying and floating.  I didn't know where I was or
who I was and I didn't care.  I just wanted it to stop.  I wanted it to
continue.  To go on forever.

All of a sudden the beam of a powerful torch flooded the restroom and
everything stopped and all went silent.

'Well now.  And just what is going on here in one of the Republics dirtiest
restrooms?'

'Just a boy needing a little chastisement Sarge,' came from the man still
trapping my head.

'Looks like he's been well chastised from here.  Everyone finished with
him, I'll have to take him back to the station to sort things out.'

'How long have I got Sarge?' asked the boots trapping my head.

'Fifteen long enough?' came the reply.

'Will be, I nearly shot twice already. Can I take him outside where we can
see better.  I want to rape his sorry red arse.'

Reaching down he grabbed the chain round my neck and jerked me upright,
'That's right ain't bit boy?  Your arse just waiting for my hot cock to
rape it?'

I had no need to answer as he pulled my wet, dirty naked body along behind
him, past the suddenly sheepish grins and downcast heads of the audience
who'd only a few moments before been encouraging the abuse of my body.

'That's alright fellows,' the Sarge reassured them, 'Boy like this only fit
for one thing and I can see you attended to that.  I've got no problems
with you, nothing illegal with what you been up to.  Just this boy arrested
for being naked in a public place.'

By this time I'd been led/dragged outside under the moonlight and over to a
picnic table where my body was roughly flung down lengthwise.

'Grab hold the other end boy and open your legs.  I'm going to stick my rod
up your arse and fuck the life out of you.'