The following story is intended for adults over age 18 interested in male
to male sexual fantasy.  If that's not you, please read no further.

The following story depicts unprotected sex.  As said, it's fantasy.  You
are reality.  Practice safer sex.

All characters in this story are fictional with no resemblance to any real
persons implied.

Fireworks (M/M/M authoritarian, muscle, interracial)
     By LenZelig@aol.com

     It was the Fourth of July and I wanted some fireworks. Not the 'Safe
and Sane' type that were all that were legal in my state, but the real
thing. I wanted to get a real bang for my buck. There was a stand where the
highway passed through the nearby Indian reservation. The tribe was not
subject to most state laws and sold alcohol and tobacco from stores along
the road year round. For the Fourth they set up fireworks stands where my
buddies from school said you could get almost anything.
     I pulled my bike up to the stand about 8 o'clock. The place was almost
sold out. I didn't see any of the big stuff. One of the Indian boys saw my
confusion and asked what I was looking for. I told him.
     "We're sold out here and are just closing up," he replied. "But, if
you want to take a little ride, I think we have what you're looking for at
our cabin."
     I agreed and watched as the two Indians locked up. The one I talked
with got into an old pickup and opened the passenger side door for me to
get in while the other lifted my bike into the bed and got in beside me.
     As the truck pulled onto the highway I was sandwiched between the two
young men. I had seen they were big guys from the moment I arrived, well
over six foot and easily above two hundred forty pounds. Under their shirts
and jeans it was obvious they were well developed. Now squeezed between
them on the seat I could feel their big muscles pressing against my
body. The driver appeared to have arms that topped twenty inches and a big
deep chest with muscular pecs spreading his shirt that had the top three
buttons undone, providing a tempting glimpse of reddish brown skin. His
buddy on the other side was only slightly smaller. At five nine and a
hundred sixty pounds with letters in swimming and track, I'd never felt
physically insecure, but I was a bit apprehensive riding with these big
Indian braves that I'd only just met.
     After a couple of minutes they turned off the main road, taking a dirt
track that led up the mountain. As the vehicle bounced over the rough
ground I was thrown alternately against the hard bodies of the boys beside
me. The guy on my right reached around my back with a powerful arm and held
my body against him to keep me from jostling his partner who I thought was
driving much too fast for the poor conditions.
     The heat, the masculine smell of the Indian boys' sweat, the close
contact with their powerful bodies and the motion of the ride was starting
to affect me. I felt my dick start to stiffen in my shorts. I tried to
think of other things like I had done during swim meets, but it didn't seem
to work. These guys couldn't be affecting me I told myself; I like girls
and they like me. I had had a few blow jobs and a couple of fucks. Women
found my eight inches really impressive and I got off on the excitement I
could generate.  But my big stick was embarrassing me now as it grew near
full size, tenting my crotch. I hoped they wouldn't notice.
     "Hey, the white boy has a hard-on," announced the Indian boy holding
me, dashing my hopes. "You like Indians?" he asked squeezing me tighter to
his taut body.
     "I think he does," answered the driver who had clasped a strong grip
over my aching boner. "His little boy dick knows it is with some real
men. Is this what you're after?" He grasped my hand and moved it
irresistibly between his muscled thighs. I couldn't look because the other
one had mashed my face to his firm pecs, but I felt a thick tube of flesh
along the inseam of his jeans. He pushed my hand along its length from egg
sized balls down inch after inch. It grew harder and longer as I touched
it.
     "Do you like mine?" asked the one holding me as he rubbed his hand
along the shaft. He pushed my face down toward his lap as he brought his
piece to full size. My lips were pressed to its cloth covered flanks. It
was as thick as a cob of corn and seemed to extend almost to his knee. "I
think this is the firecracker you really need. Do you want me to explode
inside you?" I couldn't say anything.
     After a few more minutes bouncing along the road with my face pressed
into his thigh the truck stopped. The boys piled out and I was pulled from
the vehicle and tossed to the ground at the foot of the boy who had held
me. I could see a big wet mark on the middle of his thigh where my mouth
had rested and a smaller spot six inches further down where the denim clad
head ended.
     A few seconds later the driver came up behind me and hauled me
up. They roughly stripped me out of my clothes and a couple of minutes
later I found myself securely tied hands and feet to two poles set like a
giant X into the ground. I was facing a small cabin set beside a mountain
brook where it broadened into a pool about a 100 feet wide before
continuing down to the valley. A corral containing a couple of large horses
was set to the side.
     "We'll show you how we celebrate the Fourth of July, white boy,"
snarled the large Indian that had driven the truck . "My people used to
have this entire area to live and hunt. Now we are allowed to own a small
portion."
     He continued his tirade, but I wasn't paying any attention because I
was too engrossed with what was revealed as they started removing their
clothes. Both young men could be champion bodybuilders.  They looked like
brothers. As their shirts came off I could see their strong wide chests
with muscular pectorals, broad shoulders and arms that topped twenty
inches. Their smooth hairless skin was deeply tanned to a uniform dark red
brown. Their tits stood out proud and firm, even darker. A thick neck
supported a classic face, deep black eyes that pierced me with their gaze,
all framed with straight, shoulder length dark hair.
     Their wide trapezius muscles tapered dramatically to a narrow waist
that sported three rows of firm abdominals without a hint of fat. As they
unbuttoned their jeans I saw the top of a black bush of pubic hair. Pushing
their pants lower, the top of two thick fleshy poles came into view. Inch
after inch was revealed as they slowly exposed their manhoods as I watched
with mouth agape. I could see them watching me watch them, pleased with the
awe they saw reflected in my features. They were almost to their knees when
the large mushroom shaped heads popped free allowing the stiff poles to
snap up vertical against solid stomachs. Both shafts easily outreached
their navels by several inches.
     Scared as I was to be so helpless, I was excited as well. My own eight
inches was sticking out horizontal as I contemplated the sexual power of
equipment more than half again bigger. One of them hoisted a barrel, his
muscles standing out in sharp relief from the effort. It thudded down
solidly in front of the frame to which I was tied. He jumped upon it,
placing his groin at the level of my face. Beginning a chant he started a
dance swaying his hips in front of me. As he moved his sex tool slid along
my face, caressing me.
     When he pressed his tightly packed balls against my lips I licked them
without prompting. As he lowered his body I continued up the long length
tasting the salt from his sweat and inhaling his musky male aroma. When the
flared head was in reach I massaged the rim of its crown with my
tongue. The head had come fully clear of its sheath. He pushed it against
my lips. I knew what he expected and opened wide to allow him to get inside
as I continued to work his monster intrusion with my lips and tongue.
     He held my head in his powerful hands and speared the shaft into my
mouth. He was less than half in when I felt the tip enter my throat. I
started to gag. He eased a couple inches out and adjusted the angle of my
head to align it with my throat and tried again. After a false start, I
felt it slip downward as I reflexively swallowed down more and more. Up and
down, in and out, he worked himself into my straining gullet. As his last
few inches pushed in it felt like the shaft had forced down the full length
of my throat and into the top of my chest. With my nose pressed into his
groin I had the full hot length of his throbbing flesh embedded in my body,
over thirteen inches.
     As he started to stroke himself through me, I felt a new sensation.
Strong fingers were probing my ass. One stiff digit was pushed up through
my ass ring. It explored up inside as I shifted my hips the few inches
allowed by my restraints. I resigned myself to the attentions of the Indian
boy behind me and the rape of my ass that would shortly follow. When I
relaxed around his finger he added a second.
     My senses were divided by the action at my mouth and ass. The fingers
were removed and a cold liquid squirted up inside me. The finger fuck began
anew, spreading the fluid over my guts. He touched a sensitive spot and I
let out a grunt of surprise that was muffled by my stuffed mouth. He played
with me, roughly massaging my pleasure button. My own dick was bouncing
with excitement. Soon a third finger was added, spreading my soon to no
longer be virgin ass even further. When the fingers were removed, I felt
empty.
     I felt something much thicker than three fingers spread my ass
cheeks. A blunt shape pressed against my hole. The Indian youth behind me
reached around me with his mighty arms. He pressed his muscular chest
against my back and I felt his breath against my ear. He slid his hand
lower on my body, leaving a slick trail of my ass juices. He grabbed my
shaft by the base and pulled my groin back. The cross of the poles holding
my ankles and wrists pressed into the small of my back as my hole spread
inexorably from the pressure of his steely shaft.
     A sudden thrust stabbed the head of his monster member through the
ring of muscle that guarded my intimate depths. My body convulsed in silent
pain as this barrier was ripped open by his irresistible force. I gasped
for air around the intrusion that my other assailant was using to dominate
my mouth. More pushed inside me, stretching my guts to accommodate his
massive dimensions.
     When the huge head touched the sweet spot he'd manipulated before, I
lost it, overwhelmed with sensation, my prick spasmed in the hand of the
man fucking me. I felt my cum spurt again and again as, weakened by orgasm,
I slumped in my bonds.
     I recovered with my face held tightly to the muscular body of the
first Indian, my mouth straining around the thickness that speared my
throat. The other one must have used my collapse to push in even deeper as
I awoke feeling him pressing my abs from the inside. When they realized I
was alert they started to push their massive meat through my body. It felt
like I was being pulled inside out when the guy behind me started to
withdraw.
     They coordinated their movements, starting with short strokes, four or
five inches, and building up until they were moving their full tremendous
lengths through my quivering body. As their fuck poles pistoned my throat
and ass the pressure in my gut would build forcing the air from my lungs,
escaping around the thick shaft even as it plunged deeper in my body. On
the out stroke their absence vacuumed my guts and my lungs were forced to
inhale in a weird sexual variation on artificial respiration.
     I didn't fight it, but instead gave myself over to the new
sensations. The taste and smell of the powerful young man filling my mouth
and throat, the massage of my ass and intestines as the other one filled
them to bursting with his dominating presence, the straining of my own
inadequate member as it was stroked by a strong hand, all competed for my
attention. I felt helpless before their might, a boy being used by men even
though they were probably no older than I. But I wanted to be used by them,
to give them pleasure, to feel them have their way with me.
     As I drifted awash with these strange feelings, I dimly perceived that
something was happening. The boys had plunged in to the max and a throbbing
beat was building through my body. I could feel the first spurt of cum
course through their buried flesh as it flew past the muscles of my lips
and ass, squeezed by the constricting flesh of throat and gut, finally
spurting forth like liquid fire deep inside me. A second, third and fourth
followed and then I lost count while somehow realizing that my own dick was
shooting in sympathy. I must have passed out.
     I came to sprawled on the grass. I had been cut free. The remnants of
my bonds still were around my wrists and ankles. It was dark. The Indian
boys were sitting by a fire eating. My face neck and chest were coated in
drying cum whose unusual tangy taste still lingered in my mouth. My abused
ass felt empty. I rubbed it, feeling the fluid that was seeping out the
tortured opening, a mixture of cum, blood and ass juices.
     Noticing I'd come around, they invited me to share their meal. The
biggest Indian boy, the one who fucked me, was sitting by the fire with
crossed legs. He grabbed my hips and forced me on to his lap with my legs
spread over his thighs.
     The length of his thick cock pushed into my ass crack. Even half hard
as he was it was over 10 inches long and the head stuck out beneath my
balls half way along my own stiff eight inches. His thighs were twice the
size of mine and it felt like I were sitting on a marble statue. My motion
on top of him provided enough stimulation to cause him to come to full
erection. As I watched his sex tool expanded to its full size, outreaching
my own piece by half an inch even though the first six inches of shaft were
pushing through my ass cheeks. The head popped clear of his stretched
foreskin, bright red and shining in contrast to the darker tone of the
heavily veined shaft. Heat flowed from his manhood to mine as they strained
side by side. His a mighty trunk over twice as thick as the twig I sported.
     His arms reached around me. I felt his muscles work as they pushed
against the skin of my back. He tore off a piece of the animal they had
cooked and pushed it into my mouth with strong fingers. I ate it hungrily
and he let his fingers lingers until I sucked off the tasty juices. He
alternated feeding himself and me. I was fed as I hadn't been since I was
an infant, but I accepted this because I certainly felt as helpless as a
baby among these strong men.
     They other boy told me a bit about themselves. They were brothers. The
oldest, who was feeding me, was nineteen; actually a few months younger
than I. The other just eighteen. They'd been living on the mountain for a
couple of years since their parents died, run down by a drunk driver on the
highway that crossed the reservation. They get most of what they need
hunting and fishing, but take odd jobs to earn money for a few luxuries of
white civilization that make life a bit easier.
     I asked him what they're called. Master was the answer. I was to be
their slave. I think I had already figured that part out.
     The younger brother then broke off the conversation, announcing it was
his turn to fuck me. With that the guy holding me leaned back, pulling me
with him until I rested on his solid trunk. He gripped my knees and pulled
them to my chest, popping his pole from my ass crack and exposing my hole.
     Looking through my legs I saw the younger brother approach me, his own
sex hard and ready, just slightly smaller than his sibling's that I could
still see standing straight and tall beyond my crotch. The youthful Indian
boy used two hands to push down on his taut pole to align himself with my
quivering hole. As his big brother held me tightly I felt my ass expanded
by his irresistible sexuality. I convulsed with the pain and pleasure of
penetration held in an unbreakable embrace.
     As I adjusted again to the massive invasion of my body, helped by the
pleasure spread from sensitive points within me, I glanced down to check
his progress. At least half a foot of firm flesh had disappeared. Behind my
drawn up balls I could see my dilated ass ring clinging tight around the
dark spear stabbing my guts. My surprise came when I saw that in
penetrating me he had sat upon his elder brother who was in at least as
deep in him as he in me.
     The boy beneath me started undulating his hips, shoving his stick into
his brother while forcing him deeper in my ass. The exquisite sensations of
being stuffed and overstuffed by hot flesh returned. I was in heaven,
writhing in ecstasy on a bed of muscles. I could feel the younger brother's
powerful prick buck inside my gut each time his ass was plugged with the
fourteen plus inches. I leaned my head back on cannon ball shoulders and
gave myself over to sheer pleasure.
     I saw in the distance the sky rockets from the celebration in
town. Each pillar of fire seemed connected to the shaft rocketing up my
ass. The explosion in the sky matched by an explosion in my gut as it
bottomed out. As the display in the sky built to a climax, so did
I. Explosions followed one after the other, inside and out. As fire spread
across the stars, liquid fire spurted in my gut. My cum sprayed over my
body in a feeble attempt to cool overheated flesh.
     Our passion seemed to slow time to a crawl, fading slowly as the
lights in the sky dimmed. The young brave leaned forward to sandwich me
between the two muscled boys. His softening but still massive member
remained inside while our breathing slowly returned to normal.
     "I think our little slave is turning into a sex addict," observed the
upper boy to his brother. "You like serving us, don't you?"
     "Yes, Master," I replied softly. It was true. I would have been
willing to do anything just to keep feeling the pleasure they could
generate within me.
     Satisfied with my sincerity, the young brave raised himself off the
pile of flesh. I felt him slide from me as I squeezed my ass muscles to
enhance the friction. As he cleared my hole his brother popped out of his
own firm butt. Some of the copious loads deposited in each of us spilled
from the ravaged openings. Mine coated the older brother's groin and his
spread down the inside of his own taut thighs. I cleaned up the mess, every
last drop, with my mouth and tongue.
     They showed me the pool formed by the brook that was used for
bathing. It was chest deep for me, only a bit over the waist for them, and
cold from snow melt higher up in the mountain. They fooled around in the
water for a while. One game seemed to be a variation of water polo with me
as the ball. If I weren't being almost torn in two, I was in danger of
drowning as their supreme strength was pitted against each other for
control of my body. The younger boy won. I was to be his for the night.
     Preparing to turn in, they showed me where to go to relieve myself,
squatting on a flat rock where the stream flowed swiftly after exiting the
little lake. After cleaning off in the flow, the victor hoisted his prize
over his shoulder. As he carried me to the cabin with my torso draped down
his broad back, one hand patted my butt, a strong finger slowly exploring
the tender skin around my hole.
     The cabin only had one bed. I was deposited in the middle and my young
master wasted no time getting in bed behind me, rolling me on my side and
entering my ass. I felt complete as the empty feeling inside me was filled
with hot man meat. The other boy got in facing me. My dick, stiff again,
rested along side his much larger one as I used his bulging biceps as a
pillow.
     The bed creaked as the fuck motion started. We built to another
delightful explosion and I drifted off to sleep with his hot jizz warming
me deep inside. I dreamed of fucking and sucking these beautiful, strong,
dominating men-boys all night.
     I awoke in bed alone. It was day. I looked around seeing no one. I
calmed down when I caught the smell of breakfast wafting in from outside. I
was covered front and back with drying cum that even formed small pools in
spots on the mattress. Perhaps not everything last night was a dream?
     I went out to serve my masters. They kept me for a week before telling
me I could go. I didn't want to leave. I begged and cried and they
relented. I went home, calmed my worried folks and within a week moved back
to the mountain.
     The outdoor life and energetic sex has been good to me. I've gained
twenty pounds of muscle, but they each still have sixty pounds on me. I
lost my tan line. I work in town and my income supports us all. My masters
each carved lifelike wooden dildos and one is inserted up me each day I
leave for work. It makes the motorcycle ride on the rough mountain road
real fun even though I know it will be hours before I get back to the real
thing.
     I like my life.