Date: Tue, 31 Mar 2009 02:00:44 +0100
From: Anthony <Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Ogedei's Boy - Chapter 11

Ogedei's Boy by AntBoy -- Chapter Eleven

At first I just couldn't believe it, they weren't disgusted
by me pissing myself, in fact were almost encouraging me to
do so.  Just then Paul squeezed the top of my cock together
shutting off the flow and sending an exquisitely sharp pain
down the length of my cock back to my bladder. I gasped and
tried to pull back but Andrew placed his hands on my
shoulders to hold me down while he looked into my face.
`Hurts?'  I nodded.  `Good hurt?'  I nodded again.  He
turned his head back to Paul, `Go on then.'
Paul's fingers did something at the base of my scrotum and
as he applied pressure the earlier pain amplified and
spread, back to my throbbing arse and up into my stomach.  I
screamed, or at least tried to but Andrews hand was already
part covering my mouth.  My body had arched of the table to
fall back again in relief when Paul removed both his hands
for a moment and my cock had a seconds respite as it flowed
freely before being squeezed once more at the tip.
`You OK?' Andrew asked.  I could only nod, his piss covered
hand was still covering my mouth and I had been busy licking
the palm without conscious thought. `Should Paul do it
again?'  He removed his hand.
`Yes!'
`No!'
`Yes!'
I didn't know what I wanted.  The pain had been sharp,
somehow absolute, but delicate and pure at the same time.
Back then I couldn't imagine a pain being more excruciating
without causing permanent damage to my body.  It had been an
intense flash of agony that somehow permeated my body on its
removal with a soft glow of warm fulfilment.  But then, just
as I started to bask in that glow, it faded, leaving me
sexually released but somehow unsatisfied, once more just a
dirty wet body being held down on the table with an aching
bladder and knowing that I was missing out somewhere.
I instinctively knew what I needed, was aware of what my
body sought, but also felt appalled and scared at that
intuition.   I'd had no real warning I, or my body, craved
such inclinations, that they were so deeply embedded in my
psyche right then I thought of nothing else.  I didn't
consider myself a masochist, in fact didn't like pain, yet
right at this moment it was exactly what my body craved, if
only I had the strength to admit it.  I wasn't aware of it
right there and then, in fact I doubt  I was capable of any
coherent thought at all, but the building blocks of my
future were being laid down with a precision I would never
have discovered on my own.
I opened my eyes and looked up at Andrew, `You want to hurt
me don't you?'
`If you're up for it.  Paul thinks you are.'
I had to go along with my new inclinations however before my
self-affected poise of disinterest deserted me.
`Try me, just take it slow and see how far you can get.'
He pulled my body further along the table, Paul still
agonisingly clamping the top of my cock closed and stretched
my arms out behind my head.
`Can I strap your arms down?'
I grunted a reply, the rest of my body was jittering around,
and as the relentless pressure on my bladder became more and
more intense to the extent I was aware of little else.
`Go on!  Do something, anything,' I was moaning and starting
to thrash about.  The fact my wrists were somehow strapped
above my head inconsequential, in fact I opened my hands and
clasped them round the leather straps I discovered there.
`Gag me before I scream, don't wait any longer.  Please!'
That final plea was the last distinguishable word to leave
my mouth for a while as his next action was to lightly stuff
someone's dirty jockstrap in my mouth, waving those lovely
poppers under my nose at the same time.  I had no idea whose
jock it was, it didn't matter, they were all sweat and piss
and cum soaked by now.
Then Paul's fingers released his grip on my cock and I
almost passed out with relief almost immediately reverting
to pain when the flood so excitedly rushing to escape found
the access route too narrow for the pressure.  I couldn't
concentrate on that much because whichever hand wasn't
directing the jet to spew over Andrews's body and drop back
down to mine was either squeezing my balls or pushing and
twisting at the plug up my arse.
Meanwhile Andrew had knelt astride my chest and was applying
his fingers to my nipples, originally just pinching and
twisting but now nipping and pulling at them, occasionally
leaving off and slapping my face from side to side.
He leant down to hold my head still and speak softly in my
ear.  `I want to piss over you.'  I tried to nod acceptance.
`One day I'd love to take a belt to your sexy body.  Give it
the whipping it needs.'
I nodded again.  He paused for a moment, then pulling the
gag from my mouth asked, `You really mean that.'
`Yes.'
How much of that answer was influenced by the snort of
poppers he'd just fed me, how much by the fact my bladder
was finally almost empty; just down to a dribble, or how
much by the fact their combined ministrations to my body
were only allowing me to skirt the edge of that glow I could
almost see, as if floating just out of reach.  Andrew took
no time to consider contemplate any such peripheral thoughts
himself, merely jumped off the table and scurried away after
telling Paul to hold my feet tight.
Instead he let go entirely and came round to where my head
lay asking, `Are you sure about this boy?'
`No,' I answered truthfully.  `But I have to find out, as
long as he gets back before I lose my nerve.  Just help me
please.'
At that moment Andrew returned gasping for breath from his
short run, also no doubt partially in anticipation of his
expected enjoyment.  His first act came as a surprise when
he placed a material pad across my eyes, then used a strap
to hold it in place and then tied it off behind my head.
Then the poppers again as my feet were grasped and my body
pulled taught against the straps around my wrist.
Thwack!  Thwack!  Thwack!
Three quick strokes of what felt like a leather belt fell
like cracks of lightening across my taught stomach.  I know
I screamed, or at least tried to through the filthy we jock
mouth gag.  My body had arched off the table at the first
stroke but that only placed my stomach closer to the
following ones.  The strokes weren't really laid on with
full force but even so they still burnt like hell moments
after the last one. Why had he stopped?
A voice whispered in my ear, `Again?'
Yes!  Yes! Yes!  I could only nod; every gasping breath I
took was drawing stale piss and whatever through my gag and
I started to choke slightly. The gag was removed but not my
blindfold.  While I was still trying to catch my breath the
poppers returned and then the gag to my mouth.
Turning my head to one side I asked, `Please leave it out so
I can breathe, I'll try not to yell.'
As the warmth of the poppers flowed through me I relaxed my
grip on the straps around my wrists and tried to fully let
my body go limp just in time for the next blow, this time
across a different part of my stomach, closer to my groin.
Thwack!  Thwack!  Thwack!
I managed somehow not to scream this time but it was very
close, the noise erupting from my mouth being quite
unintelligible, I doubt I had any idea of what I was half
yelling, half moaning, but something was happening to me, my
body was responding.  I knew my cock was wildly rampant
again even though it had only blown its load a little while
before. I could see and feel the heat from that glow but I
needed to be immersed in it.
`Please fuck me Paul, turn me and use me, please!'
I had to be taken, to be mastered if you like.  Everything
in my past, in my upbringing, that should have rebelled
against the very thought was negated by the knowledge
dripping through to my conscious self.  Even his possession
of my body earlier hadn't been sufficient.  Then I knew it.
Suddenly knew what I needed to fracture through the final
barrier.
Rape!
They untied my wrists and started to lift my legs and pull
me back down the table.
`No!  Please!  Get me on the ground and do me hard.  I need
you to take me.'  Even then I couldn't say the word.
`Are you sure?'
I'd been untied and released; pulling the blindfold from my
eyes I scrambled, stumbled off the table and fell against
him.
`You don't have to,' but it was a half-hearted remark and I
felt his hardness squashed against my own and saw the gleam
in his eyes.
`Yes I do.  Promise to do me hard, no mercy.'
I slid down his body to its junction and licked along the
length of his throbbing cock.  There were already drops of
pre-cum dripping from the end which I licked off and teased
at his piss slit.  That did it.
He grabbed me half by my still dripping hair, and half by my
neck, twisted and threw me face down on the grass, my stiff
cock being painfully stretched back between my legs rather
than its natural position against my stomach.  I had no time
to adjust the situation as he did a wrestling drop across my
buttocks driving any air remaining from my lungs with a
wheeze.
`You want it, you've got it boy.'  That `boy' hit me
somewhere under my breastbone.  `Do you need Andrew to hold
you down?'
`Just that poppers.' Someone pulled the plug from my arse
with a sharp tug and a plop and arse juices and Pauls
earlier deposit started leaking out.
The little bottle was pushed into my hand and the moment I
put it to my nose Paul plunged.  No finesse this time, no
waiting to see if I was OK, no questions at all.  Just the
sound of a quick breath and I was impaled.  Straight through
my arse lips, past the muscles, through the bone and
stabbing into my gut.  His body fell across mine, and then
he pulled back and started to work.
This was no careful lover, no inductor trying to be watchful
of his actions as he took my virginity as he had earlier.
This was sex, pure undulated animal sex. Just what I needed.
I knew I didn't love him, probably wasn't still so
infatuated with him, hoped we could play together again, but
right now I just wanted the human animal in him to possess
this other human animal.
He was attacking my arse as if attempting to plough his cock
through me into ground beneath, in and out, almost to the
lips, at times right out, then back with a vengeance
sufficient to cause my hips to leave an impression in the
ground.  Someone, it had to be Andrew, was pissing over my
head and down my back.  Even through our gasps and grunts I
heard it gulp and gurgle where it flowed between my arse
cheeks and Pauls cock used it as further lube to attack my
hole.
I heard myself talking between my groans.  `Yes!  Go on fuck
me like you mean it.  Piss over me, beat me, take me, rape
me.  Stop playing with me.  For God's sake hurt me.'
That couldn't be me saying that.  I didn't know where the
words were coming from.  My arse was sore, every thrust sent
another shaft of pain through my gut but I was enjoying that
too much.  My whipped stomach was being battered against the
grass; I was getting closer to that ephemeral glow, I wanted
to dive in but still something was missing.
Thwack!  Thwack!  Thwack!
Andrew had heard me and taken me at my word.
`You want that then?  You ready to be our boy any time we
want?  Accept what we do to you?'
Whack!  Whack!  Whack!
I couldn't answer him, couldn't even sniff again at the
poppers bottle that fell from my hand as I swam straight
into that glow, there was no need to dive or run, just a
calm breaststroke and I was engulfed.  A rush of warmth, a
tingling sensation spreading, was flowing through my body.
It took me over, separated me from my abusers to float
calmly above them.
As it wrapped me in flames that didn't burn, couldn't burn,
all emotion and feeling seemed to leave my body. I could see
Andrew kneeling athwart my head using one hand to apply his
belt to my back each time Paul drew away and furiously
wanking over my head with the other.  Paul was grimacing
with each thrust, his face screwed in a snarl and his body
taut as a bow and equally ready to let go.
I almost pitied them.  They would never experience anything
like this, never feel the heat, the all over body warmth
that made me its own and I was almost glad.  This wasn't
something to be shared.
Andrew left off beating my back and dropping the belt used
that hand to pull tightly down on his balls as he started
shooting over me for the second time that day.  That sight
seemed enough for Paul who started likewise, stream after
stream of hot, almost boiling, cum streaked from his cock
into my gut, spreading out to merge with the glow now
permeating my every pore.
He half collapse over me, twisting his legs around mine and
folding his arms beneath my body to turn us both over, his
cock still twitching inside my arse and my sore back laying
over his chest, his rapidly beating heart echoing through my
breastbone.  Andrew knelt between my legs, his mouth closed
over my straining cock and he started sliding his lips up
and down.
I struggled in Pauls grasp.  `No.' I didn't want it to end,
didn't want that glow to leave me although I knew that idea
was impossible.
Andrews's lips were gripping me tighter, his hands were
stretching and squeezing my balls, Pauls fingers were
kneading my abused nipples and I knew it wouldn't be long.
As my arse cheeks clenched over Pauls cock still half inside
me and my balls finally gave up their load I heard a little
voice, right inside my head.  I must have gone mad.
`You know where we are now,' fingers of warmth wrapped
themselves back round me in a hug of farewell; `you can find
us again when you want to.  We'll never really leave you.'
They never did.  I was half aware that Paul almost carried
me inside to the shower while Andrew remained to clean up,
and then joined him to help wash and dry me before spraying
my body with a pain relief and allowing me to fall into a
deep and dream filled sleep, still wrapped safely in a
fainter version of my fire.