Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2006 02:00:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Short Furry <shortandfurry@yahoo.com>
Subject: In The Back Of The Van, pt 4

Once the muscle guy was finished, he lifted himself
off me and looked at me with a crooked grin, saying,
"This is what you're made for, pal."  Then he grabbed
my face roughly and kissed me hard, sucking hard on my
tongue.  As he fastened his pants, the guy who had
been behind him until now climbed forward and said,
"Get ready," and pulled off his shirt.  He was a
blocky, bulky guy, not very hairy, and not the type of
guy I would take a second look at on the street.  He
was ugly in an unremarkable sort of way, with
acne-scarred skin and a ruthless look on his face.

The older guy, Bob, was moving to the front of the
van.  Mike pulled over and Bob got in the driver's
seat.  Mike came to the back where the ugly guy was
pawing me, saying under his breath, "Gonna fuck you in
the ass.  Gonna make you beg."  He was rubbing his
dick, leering at me, and I looked down.  I felt a
fresh wave of panic -- this guy's cock was huge, the
biggest I'd seen.

Mike came to the back, pulling off his shirt.  Mike is
one of the hairiest guys I've ever seen -- his back is
hairier than most guys' fronts, and his big hairy arms
made him look apish leaning over in the van.  He
grabbed a small bottle of something from the bench
seat and handed it to the ugly guy who started rubbing
this greasy stuff on my balls, squeezing them roughly,
making me jump in pain.  Then the smell hit me; it was
like Ben-Gay -- that overpowering smell of camphor and
menthol.  "Mike says I can't hurt you too bad tonight,
but this should be plenty fun," he said, stuffing a
rag back in my mouth.

Mike and the muscle guy had my legs.  Even though I
fought as hard as I could, they were stronger than me
and fastened my ankle cuffs to cables hung from rings
in the ceiling, spreading my legs apart.  I was
spread-eagle on my back with my legs up in the air.
Then I felt it -- that rub that the ugly guy had put on
my balls.  At first it was almost a cold feeling, but
the intensity of it grew quickly.  I tried to yell
through the gag; the ugly guy's eyes were lit up like
Christmas trees.  He was rubbing his huge dick staring
straight into my face as the burning sensation from
that stuff got stronger and stronger.  I started to
thrash around, looking at Mike, thinking he might put
a stop to things.  He just stared at my body
intensely, rubbing the bulge in his own pants, running
his hands through his body fur.  I was hollering
through the gag.  The pain from that rub was getting
really bad and I knew it was going to get worse.  Then
the ugly guy threw a cloth over my balls and
positioned himself to fuck me.  I was in a state of
complete panic, thrashing wildly and screaming through
the gag, but it was all completely ineffectual.  They
had bound me down good, and my ordeal was only turning
them all on.

Something flashed.  The muscular guy was videotaping.
Mike said, "Get some good angles Terry.  So we can see
it all again later."  Suddenly the ugly guy pushed his
cock-head against my asshole.  Even though Terry had
fucked me just a few minutes before, my ass was not
ready for that thing.  Ugly guy gripped my thighs hard
and pushed again.  When his head went in, it felt like
it might tear me in two.  Then he started pushing the
rest of it in.  I was almost delirious, crying through
the gag.  My balls were on fire.  His dick felt like
it would kill me, and it just kept on.  Mike was over
my face at this point, jerking his cock, rubbing it on
my face.  I was begging them to stop, but it was just
muffled nonsense through the gag.  The ugly guy was
fucking me and I was sure I would pass out, but I
didn't, which was worse.  All I could do was endure,
cry, and scream.

The ugly guy looked like he'd won Hell's Lottery or
something, but from what I've learned about him since,
I know he's done worse to other guys.  He gets off on
it, pure and simple.  Finally, he started getting
close -- he was leaning over me and his face changed.
But it just made him pump harder.  He kept muttering
obscenities at me the whole time he fucked me, staring
at me as I thrashed around.  I was crying from pain,
my tears running down into my ears.  At last he came.
I could feel him filling my ass up with his cum.  As
he pulled out, Terry was blowing another load on my
chest and face.

Every nerve in my body was on overload.  I didn't know
I could experience sensations that intense and stay
conscious.  Terry said loudly, "Fuck, Al, that was
fuckin' amazing.  Jesus that thing is big."  Al the
ugly guy squeezed out the rest of his cum on my
stomach and laughed.

I was seeing stars.  Mike leaned down and said,
"You're not done yet boy," and pulled out the gag.  I
coughed hard.  Mike poured a little water in my mouth.
 "Remember what we talked about?  I think we needed to
adjust your attitude" he said. "What was our
agreement?  I set the limits.  No safe words, you
don't tell me `no.' I like to be gentle sometimes, but
you try to push it, don't you?  You get a little
cocky, try to manipulate.  Now I think you'll remember
how we do things, won't you?"
"Yes sir," I croaked weakly.
"Now it's my turn.  You're gonna blow me now."  Bob
pulled the van over to a stop.  We were way outside
town by now.  They released my arms and legs from the
restraints as Mike made himself comfortable,
stretching out in a pile of blankets.  I was trembling
hard, my whole body aching.  I curled up in the fetal
position for a moment, but I knew if I didn't do what
Mike said, they would put me through more.  I forced
myself up on my hands and knees and crawled over to
Mike.  I could hear the sound of Terry's videocam
going.  I heard Bob's voice say, "Suck his cock, boy."
 I could barely hold myself up.  My arms were like
spaghetti.  Mike was looking at me lustily and
motioned for me to get to work on his cock.  I leaned
down and took his dick in my mouth and sucked him off
in front of the others as Bob and Al jerked off and
Terry videotaped my complete humiliation and
submission.  Mike held my head down on his cock as he
blew his load, then had me lick him clean.

Since this happened, Mike's become much firmer with
me.  He made me hand over all my personal and
financial documents to him and has kept much tighter
rein on me.  With each new step we take, I do as I'm
told and only after I think "This is insane behavior.
What the fuck am I doing?"  I keep thinking I should
break it off but I can't stand the thought of it, so I
just keep handing myself over more and more.  My
rational mind keeps telling me I'm behaving like a
crazy person, that I'm a responsible adult with a job,
family, friends.  But that part never kicks in when
Mike is around.  Mike is making me post all this --
what happened -- online, as part of my punishment and
training.  He's also made me watch Terry's videotape
with all of them, and have sex with Terry and Bob
again.  I'll have to tell more about that in later
postings.  I guess I've realized that I'm truly
Mike's, body & soul, and I'm gonna have to tell my
family and friends about my "older lover" without
telling them the truth of the relationship, even
though they're going to realize Mike's got me wrapped
around his finger.