Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 22:20:31 +0000
From: Ant-boy <Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Went looking, chapter 5

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 Five

Just about everyone was looking at me now, either to see if I would obey
and actually do as told or refuse and get punished.  I did for a moment
consider pushing my luck a little longer but decided it probably not a good
idea.  After all, it wasn't as if everyone couldn't already see my naked
body and the pronged gag in my mouth somehow made me feel very vulnerable
and so I walked slowly, very slowly, through the throng, various hands
taking their time to slap my arse, twist and pinch my nipples, even pull
and squeeze my permanently aroused cock.

He followed closely behind and upon reaching the urinal, somehow without
anybody standing on my feet, I turned to face him.  'Move back,' placing
his large black hand against my chest he pushed me backwards until my bare
feet were standing in the trough.  'Sit down,' I stood my ground, just
raising my head to look him in the eye.  'Sit,' his fingers were quick to
abuse my tender nipples, pulling, twisting and nipping with his
fingernails, and I slowly lowered my body into the trough finally sitting
cross legged like a Buddha, my naked back against the tiled wall and my
bare arse and weighted balls actually inside the trough.  It was, at
present, virtually dry but somehow I didn't expect it to remain like that
for long.

'Hold out your arms, I've another present for you.'  Delving back into his
bag he withdrew a couple of leather straps and proceed to fasten them
around my wrists, then pulling them out from my body fastened my arms
somehow above the splash back leaving my naked body fully vulnerable and
exposed.  I couldn't even move to defend or protect myself now, I felt
utterly helpless and yet somehow free, I trusted him for some reason not to
let anybody take it too far.  He just wanted to see my body available for
others to abuse and enjoy before he took his own pleasure and I was unable
to make any real protest as it happened.  I could see his white eyes
watching me from where he'd returned to lean against the wall behind
everybody else.  It was my position to accept it for his pleasure.

My cock and balls were both held taut, pressing tightly against their
respective metal rings.  It was a pressure That would increase I knew,
changing slowly from awareness to exquisite near agony as more blood flowed
into my cock and was unable to return pulling my balls up tighter in the
process.  My bladder was already filling and I could only see that pressure
also increasing as this night progressed.  Part of me was not looking
forward to the experience while another, the part that felt so defenceless
and open to abuse by strangers wanted to welcome it with open arms.

Well, my arms were being held open anyway I thought to myself and the truth
was I did want to accept the violations of my body I guessed were likely to
follow, I wanted the pain, pain in one area to counteract the hurting in
another.  There could be pleasure in pain I already knew from self abuse
but this would be different, take me to a higher level.  The idea there
would be more than one abuser had not occurred to me previously and I
obtained some vicarious pleasure from the idea that more than one person
would be enjoying the ill-treatment of my body There was only one cloud on
the horizon that I could think off, would I?

So far nothing had really occurred that I'd not experienced on my previous
visit, apart from my position that was.  While I'd been musing, with some
trepidation, as to what would be happening to my body, the gathering had
been taking turns to piss and spit on my body encouraged by a deep voice
from the corner.

'Lift your head up boy.' and 'Try to piss in his mouth so he has to
swallow.' 'I don't care how dirty he gets, he'll be punished later anyway.'

My mouth was only wedged open a little way but it was surprising how much
piss of so many different flavours managed to be directed in there and I
was unable to spit it all out, the warm and acrid mixtures making their way
it seemed directly into my stomach and increasing the pressure on my
bladder.  There had also been two or three who couldn't hold out or maybe
were out of time who'd shot their cum over my hair, face and chest.

I was starting to wonder if this was all he intended to do with me tonight
and contemplate if I would be ready for him to fuck me if this was all my
body received for a warm-up when there was a stirring so to speak of the
audience and on looking up I discovered him standing before me, accompanied
by a dirty while young man of bout my own age and dressed somewhat as I had
been in skimpy shorts and a running vest.

However, we couldn't have been more different.  Six foot, short cut dark
hair, couldn't really tell in the dim light, rough designer stubble that
just looked unshaven and went with the look of disdain on his face.  I
considered myself fit, regular swimming and jogging with weekly trips to
the gym but he was fit in a different way, not excessively muscled or
anything but there didn't appear to be an inch of extra flesh on his taught
body.  Just solid and slightly mean looking with a thick silver coloured
chain round his neck

'My friend from the other night couldn't make it so I've invited someone
else to have fun with your body for a while.  In a moment I'll give you a
chance to back out 'cause I warn you, once started he wont stop.'

Turning to his friend he asked him 'Well?  Will he do for you?  You see,
he's just as I promised, almost a virgin.  You work him up, do what you
want and just save his arse for me.'

'Are you sure he's old enough?  Don't look like it to me.'

He reached forward to release the restraints, just leaving the straps
fastened on my wrists and lifting my head undid and removed the open mouth
gag.  At the same time his trainer shod foot moved forward to be placed
against my heavily swollen cock and balls, trapped as they were by the
metal rings and balls weights and crying for release.

'Well?  Are you?'  he asked.

I couldn't help it.  Something just had to give.  Reaching out to grab his
ankle I ground his dirty trainer into my groin.  My bladder was feeling
ready to burst and my distended balls and tumescent cock had a built up a
load of cum that had to ecape.  It was really only a matter of which won
the race now really.  Problem was the ring behind my cock and balls was
digging so deeply a free flow was out of the question and my body craved
additional pain in the area to achieve release.

He looked down grinning slightly.  'I'll take that as a yes then.'  I
nodded and twisted his foot between my legs.

'Please!  I've got to cum, and I need to piss as well.'  My mouth was
tender and my throat was surprisingly dry considering how much piss had
actually managed to make its way down there whilst tied in the urinal.

He reached out with both hands to hold my head and pull my jaw down, then
right out of nowhere he spat in my open mouth.  Then, moving to twist my
head to one side, 'Go on.  Give him one as well then.'

A pair of black fingers reached out and placed a dark coloured tablet on my
tongue.  'Swallow.'  He pressed my jaw back together and then pushed me
down on the ground, my head falling back into the shallow urinal trough.
He spat a couple of more times, now down on my groin and followed them with
his foot rubbing and twisting at my body.

'Don't move,' I was groaning and starting to writhe I just had to explode,
flinging my arms out where they lay in the trough my lower half was bucking
against his foot and my mouth speaking a language I didn't understand.
'Make it happen, for God's sake make me cum please.  Do what you want, just
do it!'

He twisted and pushed with his foot and my cock somehow exploded.  I felt
my load slowly and painfully forcing itself up from my balls, through the
restricting rings and ejaculating in long slow jets under his foot.
Ejaculating was not really the word, each expulsion was long and slow but
even so I could feel their force and the results spreading out under his
shoe as he continued to push , twist and squash my balls.

Obviously he was also aware of what was happening as after my explosions
tapered off he removed his foot from my groin and with a hop brought it up
to lay over my face where my head was in the trough.

'Clean my shoe off boy.  You the one who made it dirty.'

Why didn't I object I have no idea.  My tongue went out to lick at my spunk
on the bottom of his trainer where it was mixed with all the other detritus
from the floor and wherever his trainers had taken him earlier.  It was
gross! it felt gross! I knew it was gross!  So I licked at his shoe as he
wiped it over my face.

'That will do,' he moved back to stand between my open legs.  'Open your
mouth wide boy and drink if you know what's good for you.'  I was still
gasping anyway, from licking at the sole of his trainer and still from the
temporary release in my balls.  I say temporary as not only were the
contents of my bladder requiring a likewise escape to my astonishment my
cock was also becoming semi erect again.

Then my open mouth was flooded as he emptied his bladder and it was aimed
straight at my face.  I had to concentrate on not drowning but also at
keeping my head in the urinal trough where he'd put it.  I knew that I was
not supposed to move.  It seemed to go on for ever but finally came to a
stop as I choked and spluttered when I became aware my bladder had also
made a good effort to empty itself while my mind was busy elsewhere.

I'm not sure if it was the feeling of relief or his voice that percolated
through first.

'You've just pissed up my legs boy.'  Well, he hadn't tried to move away
had he?  'Lets get you outside where there's room to move and I we can see
what's going to happen to you properly.'

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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.