From: j_amacher@yahoo.com (Jackson Amacher)
Subject: New Story: Stripped in the Woods (M/M/M) (bondage, humiliation)
Date: Thu, 15 Jan 1998 04:08:48 GMT
Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com

                   Three Stripped in the Woods
                       by Jackson Amacher

[This work is fiction. It contains scenes of humiliation and of
sex between men.]

   I fell in love with Ed, but he was straight. I hate it when
that happens. He knows that I am gay; I've been out of the closet
about being gay since I started college (though not out of the
closet about being a bondage freak). And I'm damn sure he is
straight, or at least I WAS sure he was straight. He let on by
our third conversation that he had a steady girlfriend in another
city.

   But Ed was gorgeous. I didn't think so at first, it's true,
and a lot of my friends never saw that in him. But the more I got
to know him the more beautiful I thought he was. He has red hair
and you can tell he used to have freckles when he was a kid. His
body was incredible; a classic mesomorph shape, with thin waist,
very broad shoulders, and pecs so big you could see them under
his shirt whenever he wore a T-shirt or polo shirt.

   But what could I do? I was dying to see him with more of his
clothes off. Once, when I was checking into the gym for a
workout, I looked over at the basketball courts and caught a
really quick glimpse of his face. His back was turned to me, and
he had his shirt off. He kept his back to me, and I felt bad
about pretending to watch the game just so I could leer at a
straight guy's chest. It was a beautiful back, though.

   Last week I was jogging alone through Kameny Woods, a large
city park next to the campus that is a bunch of jogging and
hiking trails through the woods. I was using a different route
than I normally take. It was really cloudy, though, and I was
speeding up because I was afraid it would rain.

   I was halfway through my route, deep into the woods, when
something white caught my eye. Too white for the forest. It was
about fifty feet off the trail. I don't like to leave the trail,
but I was curious and started walking towards it.

   It was Ed, stripped to his underwear, blindfolded, and his
hands handcuffed above him to a tree limb. His chest was as
gorgeous as I had hoped. His stomach didn't really show any abs,
but it was nice and flat. His legs had a lot of muscle. He was
wearing only some white Champion briefs, which concealed a
noticeable bulge. His hands were stretched out above him, and
handcuffed over a low but firm tree limb

   "Hello? Who is that?," Ed said. "Can you help me, please?"

   I almost answered him, but then I thought I should keep
quiet. I started walking towards him, and he could hear me
walking.

   "Please help me. These guys did this to me. They, uh, taped
the key to the handcuffs on my body. Can you help me out?," Ed
said. He was moving his head around, trying to rub the black
blindfold off his head, but it was on there too tightly.

   Taped the key to his body?, I thought. I couldn't see it.

   I still didn't say anything, but I started to think about
which of Ky's friends might have done this to him. I didn't know
everyone he hung out with, but I knew he wasn't in a frat or any
group that would have this as an initiation. Maybe it was just a
joke on him?

   "Come on, please? They taped the key to my penis," Ed said.

   My own penis jumped. I thought it was cute that Ed used that
word, so proper and medical. I stepped right up to him and didn't
say a word.

   His nipples were small brown circles against his soft white
skin. I reached out and touched one, stroking it slightly. Ed
jerked back, but I saw his dick move slightly also. I stroked the
other one, and then let my finger slide down his flank, across
his belly, and then up to the other nipple again.

   It was too much to take. I had to have fun with him before
letting him go.

   I ran my finger around his waist, right above the elastic
underwear band. Ed didn't say anything, but he was breathing more
heavily and the bulge in his briefs was even bigger. I ran my
fingers lightly across his neck, and then along his clavicle bone
to his armpits, where I tickled him gently.

   Ed jerked at that and said softly, "Please, please."

   I moved my finger down his chest, across his nipple again
and then through the ridge between his pecs. I ran it down his
stomach and across his navel and then stopped immediately above
the elastic waistband of his briefs. Ed didn't say anything, but
just nodded.

   I put my finger under the elastic waistband of the
underwear, and ran it around his body again, feeling the slight
layer of sweat that had formed under there. I could feel some of
his pubic hairs as I ran my finger back around the front of his
helpless body. Then I pulled my finger out of there, and started
running my hands from his triceps down to his biceps and then
across his armpits again for another tickle. Ed shook again and
smiled. He was enjoying this as much as I was, and he had no idea
who was doing this to him.

   I hooked my finger under his elastic waistband and pulled
forward, stretching it out and giving me my first view of his
cock. Sure enough, the key was taped to it, with black
electrician's tape. Who could have done this to poor Ed? I had to
thank them once I found out.

   The excitement of having his dick exposed made Ed go fully
erect now, and his long penis stuck straight out from his pelvis.
I moved my hand around his waist again, letting the elastic cover
his dick again but now taking a view of his butt. It was
excellent; tight and small, soft white humps. I let the elastic
band snap back to his body with a satisfying sound.

   Then I pulled back and looked at Ed again. He still hadn't
said anything, but he was still smiling. As long as he was happy
and wasn't saying "no," I didn't see anything wrong with going
ahead.

   Without a word I grabbed his underwear at his waist with
both hands and pulled it down to his knees. His dick flopped
slightly, but stood there at attention. I made him wait like that
for a while, helpless and totally exposed, and then stuck out my
tongue and licked his nipples.

   "Yes," he whispered. "Please, please."

   I took that ridiculous key off his cock and put it in my
pocket. Then I went down on him and started sucking his cock. I
wasn't an expert at this, but there's not much to it. Ed started
moaning and moving his pelvis back and forth, toward and away my
mouth. I reached around and grabbed his butt as I worked, then
moved my hands up to feel more of his body. Finally Ed let out a
gasp and I took his dick out of my mouth and watched him cum over
the forest floor.

   Ed was breathing heavily now, and it was great to watch his
stomach heave in and out. But I wasn't done yet. I spat on my
finger, and then started to rub it over Ky's asshole, lubricating
it.

   "Oh Jesus," Ed said softly.

   I was a little uneasy about stripping naked in public, so I
just unzipped my pants and took out my  erect cock and jammed it
into Ed. He didn't make a sound. I made love to him for a good
ten minutes, withdrawing when there was a danger of my coming too
soon, and then finally pulled out and shot my load on the ground.
I didn't want to be too presumptuous, after all. The sex wasn't
everything I had hoped for, because I was still dressed.

   I would have wanted to go longer, but I started hearing
thunder and I knew it was about to rain in less than a minute.

   When I was done, I took a final look at Ed and burned the
image into my mind. Then I pulled his underwear up and gave him a
quick, playful pat on the rump. Then I walked away.

   "Hey, wait a minute!," Ed shouted out. "Please let me go!
You've got the key!"

   I just jogged away. It started raining then. I jogged out of
the park and took shelter in a bus stop for about ten minutes.
Then I jogged back into the park, retraced my steps, and found Ed
again.

   He was just like I had left him, except now he was
completely wet. His white briefs were soaked and clinged to his
body. It was even more gorgeous than before.

   "Hello! Who is that?," Ed shouted out.

   "Ed!," I said, doing a damn good job of trying to sound
surprised.

   "Hey, get me out of this!," Ed shouted.

   I took off his blindfold. He blinked a bit.

   "Where's the key?," I asked. "Where are your clothes?"

   "These guys I ran into did this to me. I think they left the
key around here," Ed said.

   I realized the key was still in my pocket. Stupid! I should
have dropped it on the ground before taking off his blindfold.

   "Let's look around for it," I said. "I don't think I can
break that tree limb."

   "No, I've been trying, too," Ed said. He started scanning
the ground.

   I walked behind him, pretending to look for the key. His
briefs looked fantastic wet against his butt. With his back to me
I dropped the key, still stuck on the electrical tape, onto the
ground.

   "Hey, is this it?," I asked. "Stuck to a piece of tape?"

   "Yeah, I think so!," Ed answered.

   I took the key off the tape and unlocked the handcuffs.

   "Ed, what the fuck happened to you?," I asked again.

   "Can we talk about it later? I want to get out of here. Can
you loan me some clothes?"

   "I live near here. Let me go back to my place and bring some
back to you," I said.

   Ed twisted his face and kind of moved his hands to cover his
underwear.

   "You don't have to do this, but are you wearing anything
under those sweat pants?," Ed asked.

   "Yeah, I'm wearing biking shorts," I said. Then I pretended
to look at him, kind of shocked. "I'm not running back wearing
only biking shorts," I said.

   "Can I borrow them, please? Then I can come back with you
without being too embarrassed. I'm worried someone is going to
come by and see me. This is a pretty dangerous situation for me
to be in," Ed asked.

   I pursed my lips. "Yeah, OK."

   But just then we heard a group of people in the distance.
They were shouting, "Ed! Ed-boy! We're coming!"

   Ed looked at me. "We've got to hide, fast!"

   Still wearing only his briefs, he ran off into some bushes,
and disappeared so far into them that I couldn't see him anymore.
He took the handcuffs, key, and tape with him.

   "Come on!," he said to me.

   I ran into the bushes, too. It felt good to be that close to
Ed. We couldn't see much in the clearing, but we could hear the
voices coming closer.

   "Oh shit!," one of them said. "I can't believe it."

   "He got someone to let him go!," another voice said.

   "He's a cute little boy, I wouldn't put it past him," said
the first voice.

   I could recognize that voice; it was Steve Billings, who was
perhaps the gay man on campus with the most satisfied sex life.
He was well known in the "out" community for being very good at
identifying closet cases and dating them.

   "We'll catch up with our little twink later," I heard Steve
say. Twink? I looked at Ed again. He didn't look at me or say
anything.

   After Steve and his party left I poked my head out of the
bushes.

   "All clear," I told Ed.

   "You still want to do this?," Ed asked.

   I shrugged and said, "Might as well."

   I pulled down my sweat pants, and Ed looked away. I pulled
off my spandex bike pants, as fast as I could, and then put on my
sweats. My cock was still partially erect from all the
excitement, and it seemed happy to get that brief breath of fresh
air.

   "Here you go," I said to Ed, handing him my bike pants.

   "I really appreciate this," he said, taking my pants with
his left hand. While he spoke, he pulled his underwear off with
his right hand. That was a pleasant surprise; it was good to see
Ed naked again. He took his time getting into the bike shorts
(they were small for him), and I pretended to look away.

   Ed was still underdressed, to say the least, but it wasn't
unheard of to go jogging in bike shorts with no shirt. The two of
us jogged back to my apartment. I caught a couple of girls
smiling as they stared at Ed, but he didn't seem to notice.

   

   II.

   When we got up the stairs, I grabbed a towel to dry off my
hair and offered Ed a towel. I noticed that he had a lot of
scratches all over his body from crawling into the bushes so
fast.

   "Let me take care of those," I told him.

   I sat him on a stool and took some band-aids and peroxide. I
started to rub peroxide on each cut and cover it with a band-aid.

   He brought up the subject first. "Ed, I'm really glad you
came by," he said. "Thanks for not asking how I ended up that
way."

   "I figured there must have been a good explanation. Could
you lift your arm?," I said. He lifted his arm and I dabbed a
scratch by his armpit with peroxide and got a band-aid ready.

   "It was pretty scary," Ed said. "I was jogging through the
woods, and those guys jumped me. They told me to give them my
wallet, but I told them I didn't have one. They said they wanted
to check for themselves, and forced me to strip naked."

   "Jesus," I said. "Were those the guys who came back, the
guys we were hiding from?"

   "Yeah," Ed said. "When they had me naked, they searched
through all my clothes and saw that I really didn't have a
wallet. So they left me there like that, forced to beg someone to
let me go."

   I decided to call Ky's bluff.

   "That's horrible! We need to report this to the police. I
think I know who those guys were," I said, walking towards the
phone.

   "No, that's OK," Ed said. "I'd rather keep this kind of
secret, you know? And it ended up OK. It was just a joke."

   So now it was just a joke. I had him.

   "Oh shit," I said. "Do you feel that thorn stuck into the
back of your leg, right about here?" I rubbed a circle around a
small scratch on the back of his right calf. There wasn't a thorn
there, just the scratch.

   "Uh yeah, I think so. Is that a thorn?," Ed asked.

   "Yeah, let me go get some tweezers," I said.

   I got up, went to the bathroom, and came back with the
tweezers. Ed stood up off the stool and tried to bend around to
see it, but he couldn't.

   "Here, help me keep the skin around the thorn tight. Can you
reach behind your leg with both your hands and pull the skin to
the sides?," I asked.

   Ed reached his hands behind his back, then lowered them to
his calf and pulled the skin to the sides.

   I reached over to the table to grab the tweezers, but picked
up the handcuffs instead. Ed couldn't see what I was doing. He
had his hands behind his body, his wrists close together. It was
easy. Two quick snaps and he was mine.

   "Hey!," Ed shouted out.

   I grabbed the bike pants and pulled them down off his body,
leaving him naked. His cock was erect once again.

   "You little liar," I said. "Preston and Steve weren't
mugging you, were they?"

   "What the fuck are you doing?," Ed said. "Let me go!"

   I spun him around and gave him a kiss straight on the lips.
He didn't resist. God, that felt good. When I was done, I pulled
back and saw that his dick was rock hard.

   "Preston and Steve are friends of mine. You asked them to do
that to you, didn't you?," I said.

   "I don't know their names," Ed said. "I met the blond one
he suggested we go into the woods and have fun."

   I looked at him up and down.

   "Stand still," I ordered. I ran my hands over his body,
every inch. I tickled his left nipples and the bottom of his
scrotum at the same time, then ran my fingers over the crack in
his butt.

   "You were the one who came by in the woods," Ed said.

   "Yeah," I said.

   "I get off on this, do you?," Ed asked.

   I reached down and stroked his dick a few times. He moaned
and said, "Let's do it again."

   I wasn't ready just yet. "Steve and Preston didn't force you
to strip in the woods, Ed," I said.

   "They told me to do it. I had to," Ed said.

   I started running my finger down his chest again. "Why?," I
asked.

   "They've got a videotape of me," Ed said. "I've got to do
what they say."

   I said nothing, but picked up the blindfold and put it on Ed
again. Then I went back to my room, got my 8 mm video camera, and
set it up in the corner of the room. I led my naked, blindfolded,
handcuffed captive back to my bedroom and had him kneel down.

   "Do me," I told him, shoving my cock towards his mouth.
Unable to see or use his hands, he opened his mouth and felt
around for my cock with his tongue. Finding it, he pulled it into
his mouth and began to suck while he ran his tongue up and down
my shaft, and then nimbly around the head of my cock. He was
incredible. I had shot off a few hours before, but I felt it
coming back. The sight of this hunk I'd had my eye on for so long
now reduced to obeying my commands gave me a power trip that was
a huge turn-on, too. And it was all on tape.

   Right before I came, I pulled out of his mouth and shot him
in the face. He was blindfolded, so I don't think he realized
what had just happened to him. Before he could complain, I
ordered him to turn around. Still on his knees, he awkwardly
waddled around until his back was facing me. I had a flashback to
that time I saw him in the gym but couldn't pretend to leer. I
took a few moments now just to stare at him.

   I took the key and unlocked his cuffs, and told him to get
down on all fours. Pulling his ass cheeks apart with my hands, I
penetrated him for the second time in one day. It was even more
satisfying, because I could hear him yelp and see him react, all
helpless and totally at my mercy and yet loving every minute of
it. I rammed in and out of him, getting more into it each time
there on my bedroom floor with the camera rolling. I withdrew at
just the right time, and shot over his back.

   I sat back for a second to catch my breath, and then put my
dick back in my pants. I went over to Ed, still on all fours, and
pulled the blindfold off him.

   "You look disgusting," I told him. "Go shower."

   He got up without saying anything and walked into my
bathroom. I heard the water running for about three minutes.
While he was in there, I rewound the tape, brought my camera into
my living room, and started to make a copy with my VCR. When I
heard the water stop running, I stopped the dubbing, rewound the
VCR, and hid the camera.

   Ed came out of my bathroom wearing a towel wrapped around
his waist.

   "Come over here," I told him. "Sit down." He sat on the
sofa, looking at the TV and VCR.

   I pushed "Play" on the VCR, and Ed saw what he had just been
doing with me. The shot was set up so that you could tell it was
him, but you couldn't see whose dick he was working.

   "Ed, looks like there's two videotapes of you now," I said.

   He looked up at me with a cute, scared look in his eyes. I
reached over and grabbed his towel away.


 III.

   Ed told me that Preston and Steve made him do things in
Kameny Woods almost every Sunday, around noon, usually in the
same spot where I had found him. The next week, I dropped by the
spot and set up my camera a few minutes before noon, pointing it
at the clearing. Then I left.

   The camera and tape could record for about three hours, and
I figured that would be enough. I took another "jog" through the
woods at about 3 pm. I passed Preston and Steve on the trail, and
we nodded to each other. Maybe a hundred feet down the trail, I
ran into Ed.

   Ed was stripped to the waist, wearing only his pants and his
shoes.

   "Ed, what happened?," I asked.

   "I... can't talk right now," he answered. He looked scared.
I let him go,.

   I retrieved my camera, and brought it back to my apartment.
I rewound the tape and watched the show.

   For the first ten minutes, the tape just showed the empty
clearing. I fast-forwarded. Ed came into the shot, dressed in his
pants and a white T-shirt on it with a beer logo. Preston and
Steve followed him in.

   "Take off your shirt," Steve said, pointing to Ed. Ed paused
for a second, and reached down to pull the T-shirt off his head.

   "Not like that," Preston said. "You're a manly man. Tear it
off your body."

   Steve laughed. "Yeah! Do it!"

   Ed gripped some of the fabric in each hand and pulled, but
the shirt didn't give.

   "Use the seams, idiot," one of the two boys said.

   The tape showed Ed grabbing the right-front of his shirt
with one hand and the right-back with another and pulling apart.
There was a rip, and the shirt tore. Ed started to take it off.

   "Not so fast!," Preston said. "Jeez, you're eager to get
naked, aren't you? Don't worry about that." Preston's face wasn't
in the shot, but I knew he was smiling. "Keep tearing that shirt
off."

   Ed ripped the other side of the shirt. Then he tore the
collar off. The shirt could no longer hang over his body, and it
fell to the ground. Ed caught it, and tore it once more. He
really was strong, stronger than his build let on.

   "Real good, Ed," Steve said. "Now hand over the rest of your
clothes. Fast."

   Ed pulled off his shoes, and then his socks. He unbuttoned
and unzipped his pants, and pulled them down along with his
underwear. Ed gathered all the clothes into a bundle and handed
them to Steve, who threw them on the ground.

   I saw on the tape that Ed was visibly uncomfortable being
naked around Preston and Steve. He clasped his hands in front of
his crotch, and bent his elbows so that they covered his nipples.

   Preston and Steve glanced at each other. "Me first, this
time," Preston said. He reached down and picked up the shreds of
Ky's shirt, and led Ed over to the tree where I had found him
last week. Using Ky's own shirt fabric, Preston tied Ky's hands
over his head to the tree limb, leaving him totally exposed. Ed
was erect, so I felt less sorry for him.

   Both Preston and Steve started stripping. Preston got naked
first. I'd never seen him in the buff; he had a great chest, a
nice small ass, and a giant dick.

   Preston walked behind Ed and started fucking him. Steve was
at the edge of the clearing looking out into the woods. A
lookout, I guess. I could only see Ed from the front, and he
didn't look like he was enjoying it. He just had a blank look on
his face, and moved back and forth with Preston.

   Preston stopped and came out in front of Ed, turning towards
him and presenting my camera with another fine view of his butt.
"What's the deal?," he asked. "You don't seem into this anymore,
Ed," he said, with a mocking tone in his voice.

   "Maybe he found someone else," Steve said, laughing.

   "Very funny," Preston said. He walked over to Ky's pile of
clothes and picked out his underwear. Then he walked over to his
own pile of clothes and got a knife.

   "Ed, this is how it works," Preston said. He held Ky's
underwear in front of his face, and then slashed it to pieces.
"Give us a good time like a good slave, and you'll be able to go
home with at least some of your clothes left. Continue to piss us
off, and..." his voice trailed.

   Preston got behind Ed again and started fucking him again.
This time, Ed swayed from side to side, pretending to break loose
from his bonds and occasionally begging Preston to stop. This
seemed to turn Preston on a lot more than the previous session of
vanilla sex, and he cried out orgasmically after only two or
three minutes. Ed came, too, and squirted his juice on the forest
floor before him.

   Watching the tape, I started to get a serious hardon myself.
These guys were far more hard core than I thought. I would never
be this nasty.

   It was Steve's turn. He borrowed Preston's knife and cut Ed
down. Ed rubbed his shoulders for a bit, but then resumed his
previous posture, trying to hide his crotch and body from prying
eyes.

   "Lay down on the ground, slave," Steve said. Ed obeyed,
lying face up. Steve took a strip of cloth and bound Ky's ankles
together.

   "Flip over," Steve commanded.

   Ed flipped, and Steve bound Ky's elbows as close together as
they could go, forcing Ky's arms to stick out at his sides.

   "See your mess all over the ground there?," Steve asked,
pointing to the area where Ed had jizzed on the forest floor.
"Clean it up. With your tongue."

   Ed was a few feet away from his mess, so he started to
squirm towards it. Steve, already very erect, started stroking
his cock as he watched Ed. I was getting off watching the tape,
too.

   Ed reached the area and started sticking out his tongue to
lick up his stuff. Steve started to squat over Ky's butt, rubbing
his cock on both his own hand and on Ky's lower back while he
watched the fun.

   But then Ed gagged, and it looked on the tape like he spat
something out.

   "Gross!," Steve said. He stood up, went to Ky's pile of
clothes, and took one of Ky's socks.

   "This is your second warning, Ed," Steve said. He took the
knife and cut the sock to shreds. "You don't have much left to
cover your body with on the walk home."

   Ed started squirming some more, trying his best to lick up
as much as he could without gagging again. Steve started stroking
himself harder, and resumed his position over Ky's butt.

   After five minutes, Ed panted and said, "All done, sir."

   "Not yet, Ed," said Steve. "The leaves. Eat them."

   Ed seemed to pick up the first leaf with his teeth, pull it
into his mouth while he chewed, and swallow. The grimace on his
face was visible, and he seemed to gag again.

   "You're really pissing me off!," Steve said. "I want you to
enjoy this! Final warning!" Steve grabbed Ky's last sock and cut
it to shreds, too. "Eat faster!"

   Ed grabbed a second leaf with his mouth, chewed less this
time, and swallowed more of it whole.

   "Your fucking pants are on the line, Ed. Eat faster!," Steve
said.

   Ed grabbed several leaves at once with his mouth. His nose
and chin were covered with mud by this time, and he had to deal
with Steve hovering over his asshole ready to pounce. I felt bad
watching this guy I liked so much being so utterly humiliated,
but it was a huge turn-on for me to watch all of this.

   Ed chewed all the leaves at once and swallowed. This seemed
to be enough for Steve. He let out a little grunt and penetrated
Ed. The force of his body on Ky's knocked Ed to the ground. Steve
pumped in and out of Ed for a moment, then pulled out and jizzed
all over Ky's back. Steve quickly reached out and grabbed his own
cock.

   "Flip over, fast!," Steve barked. Ed flipped over. His chest
and face were covered with mud. Steve let go of his cock, and
jizzed again, this time on Ky's chest.

   "Congratulations, you've earned your pants," Steve said.

   Steve laid back and panted for a bit. Preston left the
lookout and started to get dressed. He handed Steve his clothes,
and Steve got dressed, too. Preston grabbed the knife and cut Ed
free.

   "You eat dirt well, Ed," Preston said. "Let's see you clean
yourself with your tongue."

   Ed stuck out his tongue and started to lick the dirt off his
chin.

   "That won't work, dear," Steve said. "Use your paws, like
any dog."

   Ed licked the palms of his hands and used the spit to wash
the cum and mud off his chest. He seemed to just smear stuff at
first, but as he got wetter he got cleaner, too.

   Just then, my tape ran out. I rewound and started making
copies. The tape ended a little early for me, but I think I could
figure out the rest.

   

   IV.

   I called Preston the next night to see what was up. We
chatted for a bit, and I invited him and Steve over to my place.

   We talked about stuff around campus, guys we'd slept with,
the performance of our college football team (on and off the
field), and other shit. Eventually I picked up the phone and
called Ed over. I thought he'd enjoy our company.

   Ed came over, and I gave him a drink. He didn't look at
Preston or Steve, and they acted like nothing was unusual.

   "Hey, you guys want to see a tape I have?," I asked them.
And I popped it in and pushed play.

   I'd seen the tape enough times already, so this time I
watched Preston and Steve's faces.

   "Holy shit," Preston said softly.

   "Hey Preston, I can't quite spot your technique in this
scene," I said. "Were you spanking him just then to tighten Ed
up, or -"

   "Shut up," Preston cut me off.

   "What do you want?," Steve asked quietly.

   "It's a pretty tolerant campus. Ed might not be comfortable
being out, but we three know everyone accepts gays here, right
guys?," I said, not waiting for an answer. "But this - this is
kind of different, right? They might not like that you guys did
this to poor old Ed," I said.

   "What do you want?," Preston asked.

   "Strip naked," I commanded. "All of you."

   I watched them all strip. Preston and Steve were even better
in person. When the three were done, I ordered them to stand
there passively. I went back to my room, and returned with my
camera again and a blank tape.

   Ed wasn't the only one who was uncomfortable being naked.
All three of them were standing with their hands covering their
cocks.

   "Hands behind your heads. All of you," I said.

   I shot some good footage of all three of them standing there
buck naked, just for my scrapbook.

   I ordered Preston and Steve to get down on all fours. I took
a condom and rolled it over Ky's erect cock.

   "Go to it, boy. I want to see them wince."

   Ed got down on his knees and started to fuck Preston. As he
worked him in and out, I ordered Steve to get behind Ed and clean
Ky's asshole with his tongue. Watching the three work, I walked
around all of them, videotaping everything.

   Just when Ed seemed ready to come, I ordered him to stop,
and I made Preston and Steve switch positions. Preston seemed
really disgusted with what I made him do, but who was he to
complain about being humiliated?

   Finally, Ed came. I figured I had rewarded him enough. I
ordered the three naked men to lie face down on the floor. They
were facing the TV, which was still showing the tape I had made.

   I got two handcuffs from my room. I handcuffed Ky's right
hand to Preston's left, and Preston's right hand to Steve's left.
The handcuff attaching Preston to Steve was the same one they had
used on Ed the day I first found him.

   I stared, and admired the three naked men lying face down on
my floor. Then I stripped myself, rolled on a condom, and started
to work on each of them, going left to right. Ed was familiar
territory by now, and I didn't want to stay on him too long. I
had never done Preston before, and he was a good fuck - at least
considering the circumstances. I had done Steve once before, and
he was everything I remembered.

   By the time I had finished with all three, the tape had run
out and all you could hear in the room was static from the TV,
heavy breathing, and some whimpering. It was about 4 AM, and I
had had enough for one night.

   "OK guys," I said. "Stand up."

   That was fun to watch. The three dudes had trouble getting
up. Finally they managed to all pull their legs in, switch to a
kneeling position, and then straighten up.

   I took out one set of keys and uncuffed Ed from Preston, and
then fastened the loose end of the cuff on Ky's other arm behind
his back.

   "Go to my bedroom, Ed," I said. He did.

   I grabbed Preston and Ed by the shoulders and pulled them to
my front door. I opened it, and pushed them into the hallway.

   "Christ, someone will see us!," Preston whispered.

   "You both look like you're about Ky's size," I said,
ignoring him. "You two owe him for two sets of clothes, by my
count. And I owe you for one pair of handcuffs. Looks like we're
settled."

   "Let us go. Please," Steve said.

   "Why don't you two hot fellas make your way back to Kameny
woods and spend your time looking for the key to those cuffs? I
left them there," I said.

   Then I slammed the door in their faces. Through the
peephole, I saw them slink away, wearing nothing but their own
handcuffs. Going to my bedroom, I found Ed sitting on my bed,
expectantly. I stroked his shoulders as we both looked out the
window onto the street. Sure enough, we saw Preston and Steve run
across the street, in a mad dash for Kameny Woods.


-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Approved for posting - Mykkhal - ASSGM Moderator
ASSGM Guidelines/FAQ: http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Heights/8885
ASSGM Archive: http://members.tripod.com/~assgm 
ASSGM Mailing List:  to join, send the command word: subscribe 
  in a message (not the subject, but the message body!) to: assgm-request@duh.org 
In the words of an ASSGM subscriber:
  "Hopefully jacking off is healthy.  If not, I'll die soon."
-------------------------------------------------------------------------