Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2014 02:46:58 +0000
From: Ant-boy <Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Went Looking, cpt 8

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 Eight

Almost before I knew it my wrists had been disconnected from my ankles, my
body had been taken off the table, turned round to stand between his legs
as my coloured abuser lay himself down to replace me though without being
trussed up like a chicken, with my hands fastened behind my neck and my
ankles to the table legs.  I say, my body, as to tell truth I've no idea
how or by whom I was rearranged, certainly my brain had no input into the
arrangement.

'Now clean me off,' one hand grabbed my hair and the other my neck to bring
my face down to his piss soaked black body where my tongue thrust out
without requiring orders to lick at his chest and stomach and suck at his
nipples when his hands moved my head and thereby my mouth to cover them.

My arse cheeks were pulled apart roughly and I was expecting to feel
another cock violate the abused hole but instead felt warm breath, a gentle
finger stroking down the crack and then, to my amazement, a wet soft hot
item it took me a moment to realise was a tongue.  It licked and the
related mouth sucked at the lips of my sore arse slurping at the leaking
contents for a while before I felt the face push closer between my cheeks
and the tongue wriggle its way through the entrance to suck harder.  It
made me feel sore and soothed at the same time and I'm sure I could have
stood it for ages but all of a sudden everything was pulled back apart from
the hands on my arse cheeks that gripped them even tighter the same time as
my hair was gripped to raise my licking mouth from the wet black body it
had been cleaning.

'I want to see you feel this,' he said in his deep voice, white teeth
gleaming in a half smile, half smirk, that I didn't really understand.
Well!  Not for the second that it took for my senses to catch up with
reality and then I screamed.

The cock fucking my poor arse earlier had been quite large, well it seemed
so to me, stretched me open and ploughed me deep.  But there had been some
give in its hardness while what was now driving inside me without a care
felt like a bar of steel.  It may not have been as broad, was definitely
longer and, Christ, just wouldn't stop violating me.  Every thrust pulled
right back, sometimes actually out, then rammed back in with force.  My
upper body had pulled away from the hand holding my hair and was arching
back without a care for any hair loss but that only gave my first abuser an
opportunity to reapply himself to my nipples which he did with gusto.

A hand slapped at my face, 'Open your eyes boy and look at me.'

I looked down.  'Is he hurting you more than I did?'

I nodded with clenched teeth and streaming eyes.  'Should he stop?'

I shook my head.

Crazy!  Crazy!  Every thrust was double agony, first as it forced past the
internal sphincter and then as it landed, os so deep, inside me. But I had
another hard erection being bashed, with my bruised balls, against the
table edge and they, at any rate, were enjoying every moment of the abuse.

'Do you want more?'

A grunted Yes was all I could manage which resulted in the belt that had
been laying across my back almost without my notice was now looped round my
neck to pull my head tightly down toward a pair of dark lips and those
glinting white teeth.

'Are you sure?'  I could no longer see his eyes but knew he was enjoying
every moment and merely met his open mouth with my own in reply.

The belt was pulled tighter round my neck making it difficult to breath but
even so our tongues met and entwined as they fought against each other and
our spit sloped from one mouth to the other.  Body fluids of one type or
another were falling on my back, being transferred to my hair and face,
that solid rod was driving in and out and my balls were bursting when
somebody ducked between my legs and applied a tight hot wet pair of lips to
my thrashing engorged cock and that was all it took to set me on fire.

My body bucked against the contact of his tongue with the tender tip of my
cock, pulling away from the torture yet wanting it to become more fully
engaged when the decision was taken out of my hands.  The involuntary
jerking back of my body had merely forced that steel like rod deeper inside
my poor defenceless arse and with his next thrust my own cock was rammed
straight down the throat before it whether that was expected or not.

That did it, I couldn't take any more.  The feeling of that hot tight home
for my cock and the lips still clenching down the base of my shaft and my
balls overflowed and gave up their load.  It was agony and ecstasy all at
one and the same time.  My arse cheeks were flexing and clenching, pulling
at the item so deeply embedded which in turn gave up the fight and flooded
my tender gut with stream after stream of hot, almost burning, steaming man
juice.  My head was pulled even closer and my mouth attacked almost as
forcefully by the black lips and pink tongue beneath it even as I could
feel him unleash yet another hot sticky load where his cock was squashed
between our stomachs.  Breathing was near impossible due to the strap round
my neck, my mouth being out of commission and the thrusts at my arse
forcing whatever little air I could manage to swallow back out in little
popping gasps through minor gaps in our lips.  But worse was my own cocks
requirements as it so desperately attempted to give up its load.

My shaft was jammed against the table edge, in fact being squashed even
tighter with each thrust oh so deep in my arse whilst my bruised and
overflowing balls were being rammed against the under support in concert
and as much as both they, and the mouth under me, were trying
unsuccessfully to accomplish this endeavour all I could actually manage
were a series of short painful ejaculations before the flow was cut off
again.  Again and again!  It was a torment of such building intensity that
I thought something was going to burst, my body was half screaming for
release now while the other half of it demanding more abuse.

Something had to give and it started with the softening cock up my poor
battered arse being slowly withdrawn lessening the pressure of my groin
against the wooden table edge and my balls finally gave up their load in a
series of massive streams that I could hear were choking the mouth ready
under me to catch them.  At the same time The hot wet black body I'd been
laid onto slipped out from under leaving my upper half flat and exhausted
against the table.  I felt hands at my arse and knew my body was just not
up to another fucking but had not the energy right then to say so but to my
relief it wasn't a cock that attacked but a warm mouth and tongue that
lapped and sucked at the sore bruised lips and I just lay for a few moments
relaxing while one mouth serviced my rear and another the front.

Finally of course I had to stand, leaning on the table for a few moments
while gathering my senses.  There wee only a few others standing round now
pulling clothes back on and adjusting their dress in the early morning
light.  I could hear birds singing and see in the distance most of the
street lights were off.  I'd been here and my body in use the whole night,
I know it was summer but that still had to have been for several hours.  No
wonder I felt shattered.

'Are you OK boy?'  Can you get home without problem,' asked my coloured
abuser.

I nodded.  'As long as I can find my shorts and get back before too many
people around.'

One advantage of my flat that was now in view round the other side of the
green was an outside staircase and I knew I'd need it to keep out of sight
from any early risers.  My shorts and trainers were still floating in the
half blocked urinal but I just took them out and after a quick squeeze
slipped them on.  My top had disappeared so just wearing the wet skimpy
shorts I started walking, then slow jogging back round the field edge,
keeping where possible under the trees.  I managed to slip upstairs and
inside where I received the shock of my life.

The figure in the full length hall mirror was a stranger.  Near naked,
filthy wet body covered in dirt and cum even in the straggly hair.  Bruised
and swollen red lips, red protruding nipples and, as I reached carefully to
touch them, my cock becoming a stiff erection trapped and bulging in my
shorts.

What the hell was in that tablet I been given some four hours ago?  I had
no idea but thank god was not due into work today as I knew there were more
important things to take care off.  Starting with as much water as I could
drink and looking out an old leather belt.  Hopefully it was going to be a
long day.

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Subs Deliverance
by Anthony Thomas
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ISBN: 978-1-935509-08-0
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