Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2007 21:59:20 +0100 (BST)
From: Michael Hancock <london_guy_blue@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Joss's non-consensual cumming (2)

`Mind you, the problem, IS,' said Alan as they crowded round my bed,
'the pleasure of milking Joss was that he was desperate to avoid it at
first and I had to turn him right round. This one is as gay as the rest
of us so where's the fun in that? You've been lying there stroking
yourself, dreaming of me jerking you off, haven't you, Tom? That secret
sexual fantasy you never told us about, what was it? We shall have to
find out. Because the trouble with fantasies is that they are generally
pleasures we are a little nervous of in real life, so we have to imagine
them. Tie him up to the beam!'
A beam ran across just below the ceiling of both the main bedrooms of the
old house. They dragged me out of bed and stripped me. Mikey looked in
the wardrobe and found a couple of old belts. He buckled them together
and slung them over the beam. Then they lashed the ends round my wrist
after he had found a third belt on my trousers, hanging over a chair.
They lifted me and spun me and I swung slowly from the beam by my wrists.
The feeling of helplessness was no longer exciting.
`Oh dear!' said Alan. `No erection at all now! Find something in the
bathroom to oil him up a little.'
Two of them went to the bathroom while Mikey and little Louis nuzzled and
licked and tickled my stretched armpits and stroked my nipples. Alan spun
me slowly again and they moved round with me. Johnny B came back with
some shower gel and his friend Barker held out his hands as he squirted
it out. Barker began to smear it all over my stretched white body.
'He's smooth as an eel,' he said. Not a hair in sight. You know, Al, I
always hated this bastard!'
`Plenty of hair down here,' said Alan, laughing and those same slender
hands that had driven poor Jess mad an hour earlier, on the night before
his wedding, were fondling my swollen balls, caressing my hardening cock.
There was a squelching noise as he helped himself to some of the gel and
squeezed my cockhead with it. I gasped. `Let's shave him first. Bring
it in here, Barker.' I hated Barker as much as he disliked me. . He was
a good looking little sod but a sly little runt who was always making
trouble. He clung to Johnny B like a leech and did all his dirty work for
him. `Don't let that bastard near me with a razor,' I grunted. `We
got a history.'
`Ooooh, a history! Alan mocked. `Come on little Louis. You can shave
him then. Trust little Louis, do you, Tom? We'll get him to lather you
then. We won't let Barker near you with a razor! But when Louis has
shaved you, we'll give you to Barker and he can do what he likes with
you.'
`No! No! Not him!' I said.
They all laughed. `While you're shaving him I'll have another go with
the bridegroom to be, I think,' said Alan. Joss! In here! Now!'
Joss appeared in the doorway, naked, bent, wet-eyed, mouth open. `On the
bed, Joss. I will now give you what you really want after all that
wanking,` said Alan, flicking his long hair out of his eyes with one
long elegant arm.
Joss looked wide-eyed. `No! No more!' he said. 'My wedding!'
`Lads!' He had no cboice. I looked down from my swinging position still
being fondled and stroked and oiled and shaved by four pairs of loving
hands. Joss was thrown down on the bed, his arms and legs out like a star
fish. Alan was on him in seconds, forcing him up on all fours and then
stroking his own long cock erect before taking the gel on his still slimy
hand and preparing Joss for his entry. He slid in easily, reaching round
to wank Joss erect again as he started to fuck him. Joss screamed in
protest, gasped in pain and then his body began to undulate and ripple as
Alan took charge of him, clearly working his prostate deep inside as he
smoothly massaged his cock.' Joss began to moan in pleasure despite
himself. His eyes closed.
`Hey,' shouted Barker. I didn't even know the little ginger runt's
christian name. `This one's getting off from watching. Hold him
still.'
He was right. I was wildly excited from watching Alan seduce Joss again.
My whole body was throbbing, my balls were unbearably swollen, the hands
still stroked and caressed my nipples and balls, worked my armpits.
Barker pulled me towards him, took another handful of the gel and started
to stroke it into my ass. Oh, his fingers felt so good and he knew it,
the little bastard. I hated him more than ever but he played me like a
trout fisherman tickling a trout, just working my chute as I swayed and
gasped in the others' hands. He tugged me down a little and one of the
belt buckles snapped. I fell on the bed next to Joss and Barker landed on
top of me. He slid underneath reaching for my hard cock and sucking it
instantly in his tight mean mouth. `No!' I shouted, but then Alan
pushed Joss aside and slid deep into me. He started to fuck me in long
fast thrusts. I never felt a cock so long and slender. And Barker sucked
me as Alan took me and my body shot up like an inverted V as I squirted
into Barker's mouth. He sucked me, laughing triumphantly into my cock as
it went on spurting. Then I felt his tongue wrapping round it, licking
and sucking as my jerking body set Alan off at last and he was shouting
and thrusting and squirting himself, deep inside me.
Mikey and Louis had taken Joss over and were finishing him off the same
way the other two were doing me.
When they had all finished, they piled into the bathroom to clean up. I
lay on the bed and looked sideways at Joss. To my astonishment he was
still stroking himself and whimpering. Lord alone knew how he would get
through his wedding night!
Postscript: Funnily enough, after we had all gone through the wedding
like sleep walkers, Joss still looked sane ands fairly normal as he waved
them off on their honeymoon. I met him a fortnight later, coming home on
the last train from the office. We didn't know what to say to each
other.
`How did you manage with Melanie, then?` I said, `in the bridal
suite.'
`I just pretended she was Alan when she held me,' he said `And when
she sucked me I imagined it was him, too. I managed to cum like a
fountain!'
I wasn't surprised. The day after the wedding Alan and the boys came
round to see me. And I managed to cum like a fountain again, too. Three
times. Mind you, I could hardy walk for a week. Bastards!

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