Date: Sun, 15 Nov 2009 15:18:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Skinhead Construction 12

Continued from Skinhead Construction 11:
/nifty/gay/encounters/skinhead-construction/

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With my jaw sore and the taste of four dudes cocks my mouth, Josh and I
left the back room and headed out of the bar. We got some strange looks
from a few people as we milled through the thick crowd of local studs. Back
out into the fresh air one thing was for sure in my wasted haze. Though I
enjoyed the fuck out of sucking off the group of studs, I was going to get
even with the young skin for setting me up to be the bitch.

On the walk home it hit me that my hole was still aching from Josh`s
re-size earlier in the evening. Though it was still sore it was itching for
more fuck. I was plowed three sheets hard and I wanted more raw rough cock
in, feeling like a little bitch in heat. I was just about to drunkenly
demand Josh pound me again as we turned the corner onto his dark street and
his cell phone rang. The conversation was short with him saying,
"Yeah. Yeah. Uh huh. Yep. Sounds good". He listened and looked at his watch
briefly and finished up by saying, "Cool. See ya". He flipped the phone
shut and smirked at me. "What?" I said. "Nothing bro.", he answered.

The warm humid air of the musty old house hit me as the creaky wooden
screen door slapped shut behind me. We stumbled through the dark, down the
hallway as I followed Josh. We passed his room and he opened up the door to
another befroom flipping on the light. My jaw dropped open when I saw what
was inside. The room was painted black and neat as a pin with a full
gallery of sex toys and bondage equipment hanging on the back wall. There
were leather straps, chains, dildos, plugs and other evil devices I didn't
immediately recognize. In the center of the room lit brightly with halogen
track lights was a black padded leather bench with a heavy wooded stockade
on one end. Looking medieval, it had a large hole in the center for a neck,
and a small one on either side for your wrists.

"What the fuck is this?", I asked in my drunken amazement. Josh smiled and
said, "This is our little play room. Well. it's mostly John's........ What
do you think?". I walked around the what I realized was a fuck table and
marveled at all the wicked tools and toys hanging on the wall displayed in
a symphony of organized fagotry. "Wow", is about all I could say. "Pretty
cool huh?", the young skin punk encouraged. As I looked around the room I
noted a couple of small video cameras mounted here and there and pointed at
them with a quizzical look on my face. "We make videos and post on the
web", he said with a slightly bashful look. "Sometimes we do live webcam
too. John has his own website for them. He gets thousands of visitors a day
on it!"

My jaw dropped open again as I looked at him in continued shock. He went
on....."It's a lot of fun. We do role play, bondage, whatever." I continued
looking at all the toys in amazement. "You should try it", he said. "We
should make our own video ". I looked at him in horror. "Oh I cant do that!
It'll be on the internet forever", I said. Josh laughed and said, "We wear
masks so nobody knows who we are." He pointed to a collection of zippered
leather hoods and assorted face masks on the wall and smiled with an
encouraging grin. "You can do it all, and share it with the world. It's a
beautiful thing". "You mean you really want to film a video of us?" I
asked. "Sure. Why not," he replied excitedly. "It'll give you something to
watch at home on the net and get off to, knowing it's us doing it". He
smiled expectantly at me, waiting for me to say yes.

I was three sheets, horny as fuck and I wanted his beer can cock to punish
my hole raw again. "What the fuck!" I said, "Why not. What do we do first?"
He rubbed his chin as if he was pondering and then said, "Let's strip naked
and then put our socks and boots back on. That'll look cool on
video. Viewers love butch guys with boots." My cock got hard as we peeled
off our boots, then our Levis and T-shirts, then our underwear and let them
fall to the floor. We both slipped our leather work boots back on and tied
them up. Josh grabbed our clothes and walked them to his bedroom and came
back, his cock sticking straight out and swinging.

He reached up and grabbed a black leather zippered hood from the rack and
showed it to me. "I think this will fit you. You ever wear one of these
before?" I nodded "no". Smiling with a devilish grin, he unzipped it and
slid it over my bald head. As he slowly zipped it shut over my skull, the
smell of leather, dick and man sweat flooded my senses. It had been used
many times before and I soon realized the inside of it was crusted with
past sexual fodder. It had zippered eye openings which were opened,
allowing me to see. There was a fixed round opening for my mouth and it had
small breathing holes in the nose shaped indentation on the front. My head
and face were now bound in tight black leather. He wrapped his hand around
my throbbing cock and said, "How does that feel? Is that comfortable?" I
nodded yes. "I was not sure if he meant the hood or his hand around my
dick.

He then stepped over and tilted open the top half of the heavy timber
stockade. "Get up on the table here on your stomach and put your head and
arms in here", he said. My stomach and nerves twitching slightly I trusted
him and crawled up onto the leather fuck bench and placed my neck and arms
in the indentations of the wood block.  The fuck bench was narrow allowing
my knees to rest on lower padded planks on either side, serving up my ass
in traditional doggie style. The bench was short enough that my dick and
balls hung downward over the business end. I was positioned much like a
rider crouched low on a sport bike. I bet I looked just as deliciously
fuck-able too.

"OK, I'm gonna lower this now. You good with that?", he said. I nodded yes
as he closed the heavy timber stockade over my neck and wrists. I swallowed
hard as I felt the stockade lock down over me and heard the young skin punk
clank the steel bolt latch in the locked position. "There, you aint goin
nowhere now cowboy", he taunted. My heart skipped a beat as he continued
the game by cinching me down the to bench tightly with a leather strap over
my torso. He cinched shackles tightly around my legs to the lower planks,
just above my new leather work boots. I was now locked and tied to the fuck
table without recourse. I was at the young skin punk's mercy now, I had to
trust him. Josh then stepped around in front of me and zipped my eyes shut.

"OK bro, I gotta boot up the computer and get the cameras turned on", I'll
be right back. "Just relax and don't go anywhere". He laughed and then
stepped out of the room, shutting the door. My brain reeled in a sweaty
confinement of isolation, excitement, and drunken buzz. My cock was wet
with the ooze of juices as my itching puckered fuck hole bore all to the
open air. It seemed like tens of minutes went by. I heard his steps back
and forth in the hall occasionally and some rustling around in his bedroom
next door.

The sound of my heart pounding grew louder in my head as I heard a couple
of cars coming down the driveway next to the blacked out window of my
dungeon. Car doors shut, and then I heard that creaky screen door opening
then slamming shut at the back porch. Then there were more steps shuffling
on the hardwood floors, and other voices. I tensed up began to sweat as the
muffled conversation of Josh and other men down the hall got louder, spiked
with laughter and excitement.  The steps went by the door and into the room
next door. I heard shuffling and muffled conversation over my racing
pounding heart.

Then the door opened followed by the sound of multiple pairs of boots on
the wooden floor. The smell of the sweaty men giving off the odor of
alcohol and cigarettes filled the room as they shuffled in and surrounded
me. As I lay strapped to the fuck table, blind and bound, the smell of ripe
cock began wafting into my nose holes. I then felt a palm patting my
leathered skull and the voice of the skin punk whispering softly in my ear
hole, "I got a couple friends here that wanted to be in our little movie
too...... Enjoy the ride cowboy". Patting me on the head he stepped away
with a short laugh.

Hearing a plastic cap pop off something, a felt pen began writing something
across by bare back, spotlighted brightly for the cameras. The men in the
room let out a chuckle or two. I didn't immediately recognize any
voices. Then Josh announced "Cameras on, we're rolling!" As I felt a pair
of rough palms spread open my cheeks the men oozed and ahhed. A sharp
stubbled face and a wet slithering tongue descended upon my itching fuck
hole and began licking and sucking me with violent abandon.

As my body fought against the strapping in response, Nine Inch Nails came
on loud from the wall mounted speakers in the dungeon.........

you let me violate you.......

His tongue slithered and his lips smooched my rosebud hungrily. He sucked
my hole and slurped my ass juices, the remains of the sunk punk's fuck from
earlier in the night. He ate me like a starving pig, tongue fucking, then
sucking, then slurping.

you let me desecrate you......

I smelled a cock near my face. A pair of hands grabbed my leathered skull
as a hairy dick slid through the mouth hole slowly, letting me find my way
around it. His cut cock tasted salty and sweaty just like I like it, a
fresh new cock to suck. As the other one continued tongue fucking and
slurping my asshole he pushed his dick deeper into my mouth as I began
sucking and slurping on him. He was long as he bottomed out in the back of
my mouth but his body or balls never touched my chin.

you let me penetrate you......

The tongue at my pucker got replaced by a pair of sandpapery fingers,
probing my swollen gate with warm lube. His rough hands slathered my shaved
hole and slithered into it playfully as my mouth caressed the leaking hairy
meat or Mr. Long. I then felt the bottle of lube gently inserted into my
hole. He then squeezed the plastic bottle squirting a healthy bit of it
inside my chute. His fingers continued massaging my fuck hole, slipping and
sliding faster.

you let me complicate you.......

The boots shuffled around the floor some more as the music pounded loudly
through my head. His dick pulled out of my leather mouth hole replaced by
Josh's thick familiar uncut tool. The thick mushroom came through slowly as
his hands held my skull tightly. My tongue slithered into his foreskin were
it has just been an hour ago. I playfully bit at his dick head, giving him
a little nip of pain to get him back for once again looping me into another
gang sex scene. He slapped my leathered head and shoved his thick rubbery
meat deeper into my mouth, stretching my jaw open against the tight leather
hood and began skull fucking without apology.

I want to fuck you like an animal.........

Mr. Long's blunt cock head pressed up against my hole and slid deep into my
chute in one deft motion, causing the lube to squirt out and run down my
balls. His rough palms clasped tightly around my lower torso, he began
plowing me deep and hard with all his weight right out of the gate.

i want to feel you from the inside..........

He must have had a 10" cock as he tapped the bottom end of my chute
roughly, causing me to shudder and wince as his head probed my inner bowel
openings repeatedly. His shaft traveled the full length of my dripping
chute as the lube continued dribbling and running out all over the place.

i want to fuck you like an animal...........

Josh's uncut meat continued plugging my face as I struggled to continue
sucking him under the rising assault of Mr. Long. His cock was releasing
some more of its sweet pre-cum which I was lapping up as fast as I could as
his flavor was fast becoming one of my favorites. Mr. Long pulled out of my
slimy wet hole and a new pair of palms laid on my lower back.

my whole existence is flawed.........

A thicker dick slid into my dripping red nest and spread me open a bit more
until his groin pressed against my butt cheeks. "Uuhhhhh fuck! You got a
nice loose ass there Boots!", the failiar voice said. My mind reeled as I
recognized the rough gravely voice of the ex-marine I'd sucked dry earlier
at the bar. As I would have predicted the Rough Grunt began showing me his
soldier might, butt fucking me rough and fast, slapping my back with
stinging smacks.  I had wondered what his blond haired cock would feel like
in my ass, now I knew.

you get me closer to god.........

My ass hole was now raw and numb, a receiver of multiple men`s lust, a
giver of dirty pleasure. Josh pulled his dick from my leather mouth and
Mr. Long's greasy cock head probed in next. Sloppy with lube and pungent
with ass grime, his cock roughly shoved into my mouth hole. My tongue
worked against the distaste as Rough Grunt jack hammered me violently at
the other end.  The ex-marine grunted "Uuuuhhh fuck! Uuuhhhhhh Yeah!
Pressing his weight against me. With a few short rampant bursts he bred me
with a flood of his warm soothing juice and slapped me in the middle of my
back with the flat of his palm, the sound of the stinging crack echoed in
the room. "Fuck yeah!

help me tear down my reason....

Just as the Rough Grunt had dumped his manly gift into my burning shitter,
Mr. Long pulled his fuck stick from my mouth hole and let the ex-marine
switch places with him. His familiar furry tool bluntly pushed though the
opening in my leather hood, coating my tongue once more with the taste of
butt-fuck, cum, and lube. A month ago I would have gagged at the prospect,
but I had become a pig. I had become trained by masters. I was now a dirty
filth pig, who craved the taste of a raunchy, dirty dick dripping with the
juices and flavor of a freshly fucked ass hole. My asshole. I cleaned and
slurped and sucked him clean.

help me it's your sex i can smell......

Mr. Long once again saddled up to my captive dick receptacle and began
pumping himself into me, painfully pounding my inner gate. As his dull but
sharp probes continued, I felt a growing stretching sensation deep inside
me as it began to slowly allow him deeper entry. It was a strange sensation
that overcame me as the smell of butt sex was now hanging heavy in the
room. The taste of filthy butt-sex was now lingering full in my mouth and
would likely be there for days.

help me you make me perfect.........

Mr. Long slowed down and got more passionate in his deep well fuck. He
gripped my ass cheeks and pushed himself solid into me, holding the head of
his shaft hard against my inner bowel's gate. His sweaty hands clasped my
waist harder as he pressed himself deeper. In a sharp opening stretch, his
head popped further into me. The sharp shocking pain was followed by a warm
flowing sensation deep inside me as he blew his warm seed directly into my
inner gut. "Uhhhhhhhhh", he grunted as he pressed in further, and pumped
another warm stream of juice into my lower bowel tract.

i want to fuck you like an animal.......

Mr. Long pulled his throbbing meat from my punched out fuck chute as I
caught my breath. Then the familiar hands of the young skin punk slid
across my round ass cheeks. Josh positioned his thick uncut potato dick
against my sloppy seconds and slid it into me with little resistance. My
chute was stretched, slippery and had no more fight. His painful stretching
plunge opened me up again as his dick slid into me.

i want to feel you from the inside.........

What was a difficult fit earlier in the night was a now comfortable
fullness as the 23 year old stud made sweet love to my newly sized
butt-hole, grinding his athletic body against mine, sliding his beer-can
cock in and out of me. Having gotten his cock cleaned off, the Rough Grunt
hat let Mr. Long take his place in my mouth so I could lick his stick clean
of the fucking mess.

i want to fuck you like an animal.........

Josh put all his might into me in a last stand, slamming my chute raw and
red with his uncut masterpiece at break-neck speed. Rough Grunt and
Mr. Long were cheering him on "Yeah! Fuck that ass!"........"Breed that
ass!"

my whole existence is flawed........

His pounding burning fuck over took my senses as I felt my cock tighten and
squirt my pent up cum loads all over the floor below. Unhandled and un
stroked, my cock shot its bullets uncontrollably to the hardwood as Josh
hammed my G-spot without mercy.

through every forest above the trees.........

Just as I had blown myself all over the place in an explosion of my senses
and pleasure, the young skin punk pulled his cock from my chute and sprayed
my burning pucker with his warm jizz. Pumping a second rope of cum all over
my open gaping chute, he plunged in again and pumped himself into me a few
more times.

within my stomach scraped off my knees..........

As the other two men cheered Josh pulled out and I heard him shuffling
behind me. His hands clasped my butt cheeks and spread them apart. The warm
sensations of juices dribbling out of my open chute and down my ball sack
was replaced by the sharp stubble of Josh's face and thick goatee.

i drink the honey from inside your hive..........

He pressed stubbled face pressed against my hole once more and he began to
lap his warm soothing tongue into my world. As Rough Grunt and Mr. Long
traded turns feeding my mouth with their meat, Josh licked and slurped my
fuck hole lovingly, massaging the inner ring of my stuck open door and
slurping out the collective treasures of three men's seed. For minutes it
seemed, he ate my and cleaned my nest clean.

you are the reason i stay alive.............

"And cameras are off", Josh announced



To be continued.....