Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2008 16:06:25 +0100
From: Anthony Thomas <ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Big Sarge [gay] 6

BigSarge by Ant-Boy Chapter Six [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 enjoy please let author know Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk

Chapter Six

I heard a vehicle pull up out front, followed shortly by doors slamming,
laughing voices coming round the other garage and then, they as shocked as
myself, the two young men Big Sarge had allowed to use me briefly a couple
of weeks back.

'Now that's a nice surprise, been looking all over for you,' one of them
said, 'Told you we'd enjoy a longer session.'

'Looks like we going to get one now, and some.' Said the other. 'What can
we do with him?' turning to my host.

'Whatever you like,' he replied.  'Just leave his backside alone for now.
I'm going to take him to the truck park later and auction it off.  You can
fuck it though, just plug him after, you know they like a dirty arse down
there.'

'Can we take his gag out?  We like to hear and anyway will need his mouth
anyway.'

'OK.  Better use the den, sound travels this time of day. Take his piss
tube out as well.  He can drink from the tap in future.'

How long had I been here?  It was already turning dusk. What did he mean
about auctioning my backside?

They unclipped my restraints and led me into the other garage.  Once inside
and the door closed I discovered it to be laid out for torture, not storing
motor vehicles. The whole place was painted black apart from red tile paint
covering the floor.  The two lads had been here before as they rushed round
quickly flicking switches and lighting candles bathing the whole room in
soft red flickering light apart from some mini white spots over some
equipment in the centre.  When that got lit up I turned to go.  Too late.

My host was standing right behind holding a camcorder in one hand and
easily catching and holding me with the other.  'I told you once in, no
change of mind.'  What about my friends here anyway, they've come all this
way for a bit of fun and now find you here to play with they can really go
to town.  I should get a film out of this I can sell for more than all of
their other ones put together.'

I don't know what would have happened if I'd made a real effort to get away
then.  I will admit to being frightened as to what might happen but there
was also this other side that wanted to endure, to take anything he could
throw at me, the same side of me that would visit dirty rest stops in the
middle of the night dressed in little more than the straps I wore now.
Also Big Sarge had some idea of where I'd gone and told me I'd get out in
one piece.  Even so, I was shaking when they came for me.

The lads had striped right off and now wore little more than studded
leather jocks, some odd bits of chain and harness, their original boots,
and a couple of small eye masks. I recognised them now from a couple of
very vanilla S&M films I'd seen, very vanilla but nice as background for
the bodies of the two lads who jerked off for the camera.  I'd liked the
look of them when Sarge gave them a quick go at me; I'd thought then a
longer session might be fun.  I'd not been thinking of the type of session
it seemed was about to occur.

My host pushed me toward them and I just made out the whir of his camcorder
starting, then forgot all about him as they lit into me with hardly a word.
One grabbed my shoulders from behind and spun me round to face the cam
while the other punched me in the stomach, not quite as hard as it could
have been but sufficient to knock the wind out of me and with the other
pushing my shoulders I realised I should fold down to the floor. Once down
there they wasted little time and fewer words strapping my wrists together,
pulling a chain down from the roof to attach them to, then two further
chains they attached to each ankle.

Bending to my head the ball gag was removed from my mouth and while I was
licking and swallowing to clear my mouth, the tube stuck up my prick was
jerked out without warning.

I yelled, for a split second it was an indescribable pain, gone almost at
once, just leaving a memory of hell as I heard a clanking and found my legs
were being raised from the floor by a hoist that just kept on turning, my
legs stretched apart, till my whole body was hanging upside down, my head
lying at right angles on the smooth painted floor.

'If we can't warm his arse outside, how about inside?' one of the lads
asked my host.

'Don't see why not.'

It wasn't the expected cock that followed a shot of cold grease up my hole
however but several fingers, forcing their way straight through my arse
lips and turning to twist and pull inside my hole.  My body was twisting
and scraping against the floor in protest at the invasion and abuse and my
mouth was keeping them good company.

'Lets shut him up a bit,' followed by that clanking again and discovering
my arms were being pulled up by the chain attached to my bound wrists very
shortly followed by my body as the clanking continued.  Very shortly I
discovered myself hanging from outstretched legs and combined arms a few
feet from the floor.  It was difficult to hold my head up but I did see a
thinner choke chain fitted behind my balls and attached overhead where,
when it was released, some weight was applied to assist the stretching my
balls.

My head fell back as it was too much effort to hold it up and I couldn't
see what else they were doing to me. Next were fingers prising my mouth
open to fit a solid rubber covered ring just behind my teeth with straps
fastened off behind my head. I knew what its use was but had only seen one
before; never had one fitted or thought it would be needed. I was wrong.

Only a moment later a cock was fed through the ring and part way down my
throat accompanied by fingers twisting and pinching my nipples.  'This is
one face fuck you wont forget in a hurry.'  Apart from my body being hung
up and my head falling toward the floor it didn't seem that different so
far.  The fingers invading my arse were removed and wiped over my chest,
shortly to be replaced by the warm solid rod of an aroused cock forcing a
violent entrance and not stopping until fully home.  This of course swung
my body to make my mouth engulf the cock there down to its bush the gag
reflex passing quickly due to the angle of my neck.

Breathing was difficult, the cocks filling my mouth and arse were not
moving as normal which would have eased the situation, the fingers
attacking my nipples were removed and a voice 'Now.'

My body went into spasms, upward, sideways, crashing back down against the
chains and back up again as what felt like a pair of prongs were stuck
against my body, again and again.  My thighs, my sides, my stomach, just
once on my groin, that was the worse.  Pure unadulterated agony. All the
time those cocks spit roasting me from either end remained static, it was
the gyrations of my body working on them that caused the increase of blood,
that caused them to swell even larger, to throb to heat up.

They were however pushing harder and deeper inside me, 'More.  Do him
again.  Increase the dose. Go on, hurt him.'  They were the sort of
comments I could hear above a almost continuous moaning I suddenly realised
was coming from my own mouth escaping round that plug of a cock.  It
sounded almost inhuman; the state my body was being subjected to right then
was inhuman.  Shock after shock after shock.

'Enough,' came a shout and the attack ceased as the cock filling my mouth
was withdrawn and rapidly wanked off over my face. 'Don't waste it,' and a
hand scraped the resulting mess into my mouth while holding my head upright
by its hair.  Shortly after the cock in my arse did the same, shooting over
my stomach and feeding me the result after removing the mouth ring.

They let my body down to lie limply on the cold floor.  I couldn't have
moved to save my life.  When someone said they wanted a piss and I had to
return outside I didn't even respond when being kicked in the side and
finally was picked up by my arms and legs, carried out to a muddy area when
they just dropped me and pissed all over my body.  I didn't, just couldn't,
care.  The pain had ceased but my body was still in denial and withdrawal.

It was only when I saw raw footage a few weeks later I became aware the
boys had only maintained contact with my body with their cocks, their hands
holding the chains above my body, while the camera man, my original abuser,
kept on poking my body with a battery powered cattle rod.

No wonder I made no response when first released, still made little
reaction when moved, hosed down, carried to and laid face down in the back
of that dark windowed truck I'd seen before, my face toward the rear door.
Even when they all climbed in the cab and the vehicle started to move I was
only just recovering.

I'd forgotten.  He'd said he was going to sell my arse!