Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 10:22:38 +0000
From: Ant-boy <Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Went Looking Cp6

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 Six

I rose with some difficulty as my various bones and joints resumed their
normal positions, my cock for some reason was once again almost erect to my
great astonishment and my bruised balls weighed down and dragging between
my legs.  He grabbed hold of the chain around my neck and half pulled,half
led me out into the dim moonlight.  Suddenly I felt much more naked, my
nude body from its dripping hair and cum covered face to bare feet out in
the open for all the world to see.

I knew we were so far away from the street lights and anyway half under the
trees that nobody from the flats or far side of the playing fields could
see, yet even so, there was something about being out in the open air that
made me feel exposed in a way that had not happened in the dirty toilet
room.  It was the same group of men hanging around to watch my body get
used and abused, the same group of men half hoping for a chance to join in
that abuse judging from from the comments I'd been hearing.

Then it got worse!  I was led, placed, under the framework of a swing unit
where the seat was missing and found my arms lifted above my head to be
fastened attached by the leather wrist restraints to the chains that still
dangled down, the remainder of the dirty chains wrapped round my neck.  My
legs were kicked apart and another set of straps fixed to my ankles to be
fastened off somewhere on the frame.  The weight of chain encouraged my
head to fall and for the first time I really became aware of what the
others were seeing.  It was one thing to feel the piss and cum, and trainer
clad feet, make contact with my body, to feel the dirty sticky floor under
it, but now that I could really see its condition I should have been
ashamed of myself.

Every part I could see was covered in dirt and cum splashes except where
piss streams had created runnels through the grime. My cock was felt as if
ready to break and my balls again swollen, both trapped by metal rings and
starting to ache, as was my bladder.  This was crazy, I'd shot my load and
emptied my bladder already, where was this coming from?  It wasn't cold out
anyway but for some reason my body seemed to be glowing internally and the
slight breeze was actually enjoyable where if fell against my naked body.

I was a filthy boy, I knew that.  Strung up to be more exposed and
vulnerable than ever.  I was going to be abused and at some time I'd been
promised that huge black cock was going to violate my arse as it had never
been mucking around at college.  I should have been a little afraid, I
defiantly should have been ashamed but neither idea ever entered my mind.
It was partially that tablet reacting on my body I realised later on, but
it was fully in agreement with my mind.  I wanted it, I wasn't ashamed, why
should I be?  Other men were getting their enjoyment from watching this
dirty boy get abused and I was getting mine from the knowledge they were
doing so.

The surly one stood before me and wrenched my head upright to spit into my
face, 'You pissed up my legs boy didn't you?'  I nodded.  I suppose you
think that's funny?'  He was actually grinning.  I nodded again.  He
slapped my face back and forth and then did the same to my cock.  'Still
funny?'  I smiled, sort off.  He pulled my hed forward and without warning
his lips were crushed against mine, he made no effort to wipe my face first
and his tongue was attempting to go where his cock had earlier without
pause.  We exchanged saliva and attempted to suffocate each other for
several minutes, well he did. My head couldn't move much anyway but I had
no objection to his administrations, or to his fingers probing away at my
rear.

Finally pulling away and bringing his smelly fingers up to wipe across my
mouth he grinned at me, 'I'm going to hurt you boy.  Do you think I should
gag you?'  I nodded at him, what was with all this nodding?  Had I lost the
power of speech?  I knew there was a silly smile on my face but surely I
could answer simple questions like that.  Well!  Now I couldn't!  From
somewhere appeared my old running slip which he quickly tore open and
rolling it up fed it across my readily open mouth and behind my head.  This
was better than that ring gag, something to bite on, even if it as soaked
in piss and god knew what else.

He turned away only to be replaced by the big black figure who'd started
all this fun.  'I do hope you're really up for all this,' he brushed his
hand over my erect nipples and my body jerked against its restraints, Id
never known them so sensitive.  He pinched one lightly and his other hand
brushed lower to grab at my balls just as a belt stroke landed across my
arse.  I yelled, or would have done if not gagged.

And so it continued, it seemed for ages.  His hands working up and down,
first my nipples, then my cock or balls, got pinched and squeezed as the
strokes got laid across my arse and back, my body swinging and jerking, my
weighted balls when free from his hand being swung against my thighs.  It
seemed to go on for ages but actually couldn't have been that long as I
heard him count off to twelve strokes before the gag was removed and I just
hung against the wrist straps., gasping and stinging.

'Do you think you're ready for the main course now?'

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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.