Date: Mon, 31 Dec 2007 12:48:20 EST
From: GJD18BR@aol.com
Subject: Camp Conversion by Stripscott  Chapter 4

CAMP CONVERSION
Part 4
Written by Stripscott based on a true account by Nivram


	I don't think I considered that first intrusion into my anal
orifice as the loss of my virginity at that actual moment. I do know that
the word 'RAPE' was flashing in my head like a neon sign. Raped at both
ends.
	Mike had his monster firmly lodged in my mouth and I could already
taste what I assumed to be the pre-cum drooling from that eager piss
slit. He still clung to my hair and pushed further and further in. I knew
that in only moments the head would be nudging my throat.
	Meanwhile, behind me and out of my sight, even if I'd had my eyes
open, Dan was not bothering too much with preparing me for my first
fucking. I think I heard him spit a couple of times followed by a rubbing
sound. Then I felt his hands on my cheeks, separating them and exposing his
desired target - my private and secret hole, only ever used to expelling
matter, not accepting it.  He stroked it with the tip of his finger and I
felt a bit of dampness before the finger pressed against the pucker and,
despite any attempt on my part to prevent it, slid inside me.
	"He's good. He's tight," I heard Dan say and the others responded
eagerly, no doubt anticipating their turn.
	As that thought flashed through my mind, I came to the horrible
understanding that it wasn't just going to be Dan's dick that would
penetrate my rearward barrier that night. They were each going to take
their turn at sampling the tied, but unwrapped, package with which they had
so happily been presented. And at both ends!
	As that thought sent a shudder through my naked and helpless body,
Dan withdrew his finger and spread my ass-cheeks wider, if that were
possible. I sensed the nearness of his body and then I felt the prodding of
the tip of that eight inch rod of steel which jutted from that dark hairy
bush. It was pictured in my mind at the moment he had lowered his trunks
just a few minutes earlier. A straight, rigid pole of meat with a slit in
the end which I could have sworn wicked at me, knowing the part it was
going to play in my humiliation, rape and torture.
	The pressure built up on that especial area of my crack and I could
help visualising Dan pushing that fuck tool forward with determined
intent. I wanted to shout out, to tell him he was too big, to protest at
this inhuman treatment, but Mike had me firmly gagged and I could only
grunt and moan.
	I felt the pressure ease and for a brief wonderful moment I thought
he had realised it would be impossible and decided to stop trying, but then
there was a fierce stab at my arse. In that moment when I had relaxed, Dan
thrust quickly forward and I ceased to be a virgin. My final orifice was
penetrated. My defences had been found lacking and Dan was on his way where
no one had gone before.
	I knew then what a glove feels like when a hand is put into it, the
fingers and body filling the glove to its extremes. But a glove is meant to
have a hand inside it. I wasn't intended as a receptacle for Dan's cock, or
anyone else's for that matter. This was trespass, no, worse: an
invasion. Nothing of mine was my own any more. I hadn't surrendered; I'd
been sacked and now I was being violated. Tears trickled down my cheeks,
partly from the pain and partly for my lost innocence. I somehow knew at
that moment that my life would never be the same again.
	Mike's dick had reached my throat and I was starting to gag.
	"Breathe through your nose," I was instructed from above and I
struggled to comply, not from obedience, but to help me live. Strange that,
because I had never felt more like wanting to die.
	Another image sprang into my fevered brain. Spit-roasted pig! The
only difference was, I was not revolving. Not in the physical sense,
anyway. My mind on the other hand was spinning.
	I heard a click and burst of light startled me. I opened my eyes to
see John aiming the camera for another shot. More pictures of my
degradation to be added to the album. More helpless tears wet my
cheeks. John came in for a close up, then moved behind me to record Dan's
triumphal entry.
	As he moved I saw Al, Mike's twin. He had shucked his shorts and
was rubbing his stiff cock in readiness for his turn at one end or the
other.
	"Hey, Dan. Me or John should have gone first. You'll open him up so
we won't enjoy him so much." He laughed.
	"Oh, you'll enjoy this little slut. He's made for it. I'm ready to
bet that all he ever really wanted in life was a man's stiff dick up his
arse. Several, in fact. All we're doing is making his dreams come true."
	"Yeah," said John as another flash lit the area. "He came looking
for it and we can give it to him. And how!"
	Suddenly there was a sharp crack and then I felt an explosion of
pain in my left ass-cheek. Someone had slapped me. Then it was repeated
again and again. I realised that John was spanking me whilst Dan probed
further into my arse. Eight inches goes a long way inside.
	Things started to move a bit then. Mike, having probed the interior
of my mouth and the upper reaches of my throat, started to withdraw and
then thrust back in. Repeating these movements, he started to fuck my face
in earnest. Al moved behind me and soon I felt his hand delivering blows to
my right ass-cheek. Dan, having lodged his whole man-meat inside me,
started to fuck in rhythm with Mike.
	My screams were muffled, but they were loud enough inside. Soreness
and pain ravaged me as I reached the point of wondering how I could take
any more whilst knowing that I had no choice. A naked and restrained victim
has no control over how his captors treat him and I knew that these lads
were only just getting warmed up. How I wished I was back in my bunk in the
cabin!
	"Punish the bad boy for being nosey," Al laughed. Look at the
colour on these cheeks already. Hey, his other cheeks'll be this colour
when we show those photos around."
	"Maybe there'll be some others want to have turns at fulfilling his
desires. We could rent him out by the hour," John added.
	"No problem," Dan contributed. "Once their dicks have been up this
little ass once, they won't want to go anywhere else. Probably not even
back in their pants!"
	Everyone except me laughed at that. I shuddered again, as much as
my bonds would allow. Other boys seeing those pictures! Being forced to
give myself to those who wanted to pay for me! Did such people exist? They
couldn't. But I had though that Dan and these others could treat me like
this. My whole world was turning upside down.
	Meanwhile Mike was speeding up with his thrusts into my mouth and I
could hear him beginning to gasp. At my back Dan was copying him.
	"Ohhhh. I want to make this last, but he is such a gorgeous
fuck-toy. I'm not going to hold out much longer.
	As if the dual-penetration hadn't been enough, I was about to
become the unwilling recipient of two man-sized loads of cum.
	"Yeah. Take it, baby. Take my man spunk. Open your throat and let
it slide down," Mike gasped out as he pumped furiously. "Ahhhhhhh!"
	I felt his dick spasm in my mouth and then a hot, viscous fluid
landed on my tongue and slid back. It was followed by a second load and
there were several more to come. Mike's dick spewed his man-juices into me
and I tasted cum for the first time.
	Much went down my throat, but the quantity was such that some
overflowed my lips and ran down my chin. Mike's finger scooped it up and
rubbed it over my face.
	All this time John and Al continued to spank my now very sore
bottom.
	Dan was preparing to unload the deposit he'd been working on for
me. He was very vocal as he unleashed the first volley of cum.
	"Ahhhh! Oooooohhhh! Ohhhhh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Take it, pussy boy. Have
your first load from Dan the Man."
	I could feel his cock jerking as it released the jets of cum into
me. Like Mike he was a big comer and it was a while before his orgasm
finally subsided and he stood there with his dick still buried inside me.
	I became aware that the spanking had stopped. The pain had been
such that I hadn't noticed the precise moment, but I knew it had been
around the time that Dan had started to coat my insides.
	Mike slowly, almost reluctantly withdrew from my mouth, but Dan
kept his prick in place for a little while longer. At last he gradually
began to pull out, leaving my ass feeling strangely empty. No fear of that
lasting, however; Al was all-too-eager to fill the void with something
similar of his own. It wasn't long before I felt that familiar nudging and
flashes cued the recording of my second anal deflowering. Al slid inside
much too easily and was soon pumping away.
	John appeared in front of me, first handing the camera to Mike and
then finally lowering his shorts. Already hard, he was just a bit smaller
than Al, which I had suspected from Al's earlier remarks about size. What I
hadn't realised was that he was the only one of the four who wasn't
cut. Though the purplish head was currently protruding, the folds of his
foreskin were obvious. Being cut myself, this was the first uncut cock that
I had ever seen.  His brown bush was thick and curly, but I didn't get much
more chance to admire it, had I wanted to, because he grabbed my head and
poked that weapon at my lips. Reluctantly I opened them for him, knowing
that resistance would mean more pain and eventual acquiescence.
	"Good boy," John praised as if I were a dog who had performed a
trick well. "Let's get that whorish mouth of yours working on daddies dick,
now. And keep those teeth out of the way or you'll find out what really
hurts. You'd like to leave here with your own dick intact, I suppose..."
	The implied threat made me go cold and I sniffled. Throughout the
initial stages of the assault I had been unaware of my own dick after the
embarrassment of having my underwear dragged from my body to expose my
hidden parts for the amusement of these three. Now I realised that it was
still pulled down and resting on the canoe and still flaccid. But it was
available.
	"Isn't he good?" asked Dan of Al as he slid his rigid member in and
out of my ravished hole.
	"Yeah. And still pretty tight despite you trying to stretch him out
to a tunnel. Yeah. I could get used to this. A fuck toy to play with
whenever I wanted. Can I take him home?"
	More laughter.
	"No. We get to share him. Whatever he's got, we'll take turns at
having. And you'll give up to us like the little whore boy that you are,
won't you, Stu?" Dan said, with another implied threat in the question. I
was saved from giving a reply by the cock which filled my mouth, but I
didn't think one was actually expected or required. We all knew they could
do anything they liked with me and I would have to take it or give it as
required. Whilst bound totally helplessly over the canoe, I could barely
put up even token resistance which in itself could lead to more suffering
for me.
	I remained in the role of spitted pig for some time. Al came up my
ass and John left another dollop of cum to fill my mouth. Then positions
changed again, Mike taking my back door this time and giving me an
extremely rough shagging. He and Al might have been twins, but they were
very different in nature.
	Dan took his time in my mouth, making satisfied noises and building
slowly to a gushing climax.
	Al had taken a change in tack and, sliding under then canoe he
started an assault on my cock. This was a day for firsts because no one had
touched my dick since I was a baby and I certainly hadn't planned on
offering it to a male for it's inaugural handling, but Al took it,
literally, in hand and began manipulation designed to induce hardness in
even a unwilling, but non-resisting boy-cock.
	I didn't feel inclined to get hard. The pain and the agony of the
double penetrations, plus the unwarranted spanking led me to feel anything
but erotically aroused, but, somehow, Al's treatment caused a distinctive
and familiar sensation in my loins. I was becoming aroused. I would get
hard.
	Dan had unleashed his second gift to my body with a loud vocal
accompaniment and a savage flurry of thrusts deep into my nether regions
and he stood back to watch Al's different assault.
	I grew steadily under the guidance of Al's fingers, but I was never
going to match the prongs wielded by my assailants. At the best I could
manage five inches. As Dan finally spurted out his man-seed into my
unresisting mouth, my hardness came to its full attention.
	Mike giggled.
	"Is that it? Is that all the whore-boy can manage? It's hardly
worth playing with. Leave it alone, Al."
	"No. I want to see him cum."
	"If he can cum with that," said John who had come to have a
look. The camera flashed again and I knew that my further humiliation had
been recorded for posterity and who knew who else.
	"I know," said Dan joining the group behind me. "Let's give him ten
minutes. If he doesn't cum in that time, we'll spank him for a quarter of
an hour and then try again."
	To my horror there was general agreement at this, but there was one
voice which appeared to sounding a note of dissention.
	"And is that all we're going to do now? Wank him and spank him?"
	My heart turned to ice at Dan's reply.
	"Oh no. Once we've made him cum, we'll be ready to fuck him all
over again!"


To be continued...

Author: Stripscott
Email: gjd18br@aol.com