Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 00:44:16 -0000
From: Ant <Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Went Looking Chapter 4

Went Looking
A homoerotic tale,not for the faint of heart, by Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk
[Watersports, S&M, group]

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Chapter Four

Even when Saturday came around I'd still not decided how I would respond to
his invitation.  The previous weekend had been fully occupied elsewhere
setting up a new website for a client and problems with recoding his
original system to my production had kept me fully occupied.  However,
apart from that I'd been working from home and every time I looked out of
my first floor window onto the playing fields I could see the old toilet
block in the far corner just showing under the trees and also, now took
notice how many visitors it received in the early hours and how long some
of them stayed.

I may not have decided but something was going on inside my befuddled brain
as the evening continued.  I'd purchased a few toys of my own over the past
couple of years and soon after supper had lubed and plugged my rear to help
open it up.  A nice tight hinged metal ring behind my cock and balls
screwed together kept everything jutting forward and under tension as did
the heavier weight ring fastened round my balls.  The dirty little running
shorts I'd cum in a few times since last worn were now covering my groin.
Just.  No jockstrap, relying on the mesh lining to hold everything in
place.

Midnight was approaching.  Floodlights on the playing fields had been off
for hours as had the lamps for the car park though I could see from the
reflected street lamps there were a surprising number of cars parked there.
Over in the far corner there was just a faint glimmer which I knew was
where my body wanted to be.  But was it sensible?  Somehow I found myself
fitting a heavy chain tightly round my neck and refilled the poppers
inhaler attached to it.  Downing the last half can of beer it only remained
to slip on an old style shell suit from the bottom of a cupboard and a thin
pair of old trainers before I was out of the door and not allowing time to
think things through.

Even so, as I jogged slowly round the fields edges, slipping slightly into
the trees when possible I tried to convince myself that I'd still not
really made up my mind.  Even when I stopped a few hundred yards shorts of
the dark squat building where the picnic and children's play area started,
removed my shell suit to roll it up and hide under a rubbish bin then
stood, near naked, the balmy summer night-time air caressing my body,
whispering under the rim of my shorts to embrace my restricted cock and
balls, I still told myself I'd not really made my mind up.

Even after I took a small sniff of poppers and walked round the picnic
benches to the rear of the building, then slowly round to the entrance and
entered the dimly lit room I was still not decided.

It seemed to be crowded and I really did start to turn and leave even
though there were plenty of welcoming comments from some of those present,
if you can call suggestions as to what they would like to do to me and my
body could be called welcoming.  It was a small room really, three lock-ups
one of which had the door missing which didn't seem to matter as the other
two had doors open and all appeared to be occupied by couples engaged in
coitus of one sort or another going by the sounds and bodies shapes
heaving.  Then there were about another dozen shadowy shapes standing
against the walls or in front of the urinal, a metal trough nearly two foot
wide.

There were already hands reaching out to touch and slide over my body, down
to grab between my legs, when the voice came from behind me.

'Over here boy.  You're late.'

I turned and walked through the press of bodies to the corner where he
stood waiting to be served.  All decisions were made for me when I made out
his body again. At least six foot of well built dark skin slightly
glistening in the one low wattage light, white teeth and eye balls standing
out in the gloom.  He was almost as naked as myself, torn or cut off
denims, a slightly padded sleeveless top open all the way down, his feet I
couldn't see.  That didn't matter, I just wanted to touch him and reached
out a hand to his chest only to have it knocked aside.

'Did I say you could touch me boy?'

I looked up at that face that I was, though of course not aware of the
fact, in time know as well as my own.  'No Sir!  Please may boy come
closer?'

'Are you going to do what I tell you boy?  Or will I have to force you to
submit?'

'Are you going to hurt boy then Sir?  Make him do bad things and allow
other men to do things as well.'

'Of course boy.  That's what you're for isn't it?  Give me your shorts and
shoes if you intend to stay.'

I quickly slipped them off and handed them over to see him pull a duffel
bag of the floor to place them inside.  Legs apart my bare feet were now
feeling the cool dirty floor and my weighted balls and cock swinging freely
rapidly came to attention causing me an involuntary gasp as the engorged
extremities came up against their metal restrictions.  His head bent down
to allow a clear view of my groin, well as clear as possible in that light,
and he just grinned.  Just the sight of those near perfect teeth, framed, I
could now make out, by a pair of thick ruby coloured lips, made me want to
kiss him.  I wanted to kiss his body all over, to see, and feel, the
contrast between his sturdy six foot rugby players body with its tight
fitting curly black head of hair and my small slim near hairless boy sized
body with its long almost shoulder length sun kissed light coloured locks.

'That's a good start boy.  Now what was it you wanted to do?'

'Can boy touch you please Sir!'  I've no idea where the sir came from but
it worked and he nodded at me.

I tentatively reached out a hand to touch his broad chest and when he
didn't object followed it with the other to run rings around his nipples.
It wasn't a cold night anyway but the warmth I could feel streaming from
his body would have countered any such and almost before I knew it my arms
were round his back and I was snuggling my face against his chest and
feeling his beating heart.  He smelt, and felt, just wonderful, warm and
woody with that slight touch of cinnamon I remembered.  One of my hands
slipped back and down between his legs to feel the huge bulge laying there,
waiting to penetrate me one end or the other..  I was probably going to be
right royally properly fucked for the first time in my life by what I felt
stirring down there and the fear lurking in the back of my mind made me
shiver.

He roughly snatched my hand away and used my hair to jerk my body away from
his own.  'That's for later, after I let some of these nice men have a
little bit of fun with your body to help warm it up for me.  Are you going
to submit?'

I looked up and shook my head.  I just couldn't help grinning a little bit.

'So I'll have to force you then boy.'  He grinned back in return.  'Are you
sure?  I'll hurt you if necessary, among other things.  No blood or broken
bones but I doubt you'll sleep on your back this morning after we finish.'
I nodded.  There seemed no reason to open my mouth, well not to speak at
any rate.

'I'm really going to get off on this tonight.  I just hope you'll prove up
to it for your own sake.  Now go and sit in the urinal for a while to cool
off.'  I didn't move' His hand slapped across my face and the other went
straight down to pinch at my right side nipple.  My own hands flew down in
a vain attempt to protect my cock and balls

He smirked.  'Don't worry about your little nuts yet boy.  I'll get round
to them later.'  He grabbed my hair and slapped back and forth a couple of
times, harder now, enough to make my head ring.  'Now go and do what I told
you.'  I turned to obey.  'No wait.  I've got a present for you, two in
fact.'

Reaching into his duffel bag he brought out a set of black swim goggles and
after quickly spitting in them and smearing the lenses fitted them over my
head.  'That will protect your eyes if need be but you can still see what's
about to happen.  Now open your mouth.'

I was expecting the rubber covered ring from last time but this was
different.  More like a leather mouth gag with a small gap in the centre
and two inch metal prongs sticking out top and bottom that clamped round my
face.  As before a leather strap fastened off tightly behind my head but
then came the surprise.  He fumbled at the side of my head and I found what
I had thought a gag in my mouth slowly opening up forcing my mouth open.

He stopped when there was a gap something like an inch across.  'That will
do for now.  We'll see if you need it when the time comes for somebody to
fuck your face.  Now go and sit in the urinal boy like I told you and let
these nice men see what a dirty boy you really are.'

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I do hope you have enjoyed this effort to entertain.  If so you may also
like to savour my other stories held in the Nifty Archive.  Seek under
Prolific Authors, 'Ant-Boy'.

Also – published effort to entertain:
Subs Deliverance
by Anthony Thomas
Paperback: 189 pages
ISBN: 978-1-935509-08-0
Available from Amazon and all good Gay Bookshops.