Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2013 03:10:38 +0000
From: Ant-boy <Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Went Looking, Chapter 7

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 Seven

Was I hell!  Everywhere ached or stung, my body had been stretched , my
back and arse beaten, my nipples pinched, pulled and twisted.  As for my
cock and balls, they were bruised and swollen from slapping and stretching
and the restricting weights and rings.  My bladder was filling again and
you could have hung a boot from my erection.  I seemed to be hurting
everywhere yet every part of me seemed to be crying out for more, I wanted
my body violated properly and knew it would hurt, but that, somehow, was
how it should be.

They unlatched my restraints and half led, half carried me over to one of
the picnic tables where I was forced down on my back with my arse just
poking over the edge.  The hard table against my abused back reminded me
what had been happening to it as if any reminder was necessary but there
was no time allowed for me to react apart from a slight yelp as I
discovered another use for the wrist and ankle restraints still attached to
my body.  My arms were pulled down to my thighs and my legs raised and
folded until my ankles could be attached to my wrists leaving me somewhat
trussed like a chicken and certainly equally available for stuffing.

If I'd thought the finger fucking I'd experienced earlier had been thorough
I was now taught how wrong that idea had been.  By the feel of it two pairs
of fingers were rather forcibly inserted before they started bending and
exploring in different directions, stretching my arse lips apart one moment
then digging in and pressing against the walls of my chute in another.  It
was impossible to actually see who was so abusing my arsehole due to the
firm strong body kneeling over my face and trapping my head between his
legs as he wanked himself rapidly with one hand and abused my nipples with
the other, I couldn't even get my head far enough back to see who he was,
just feel his legs gripping my ears and see a firm washboard type stomach
breathing rapidly in and out behind the uncut cock and tightening balls
jerking before my eyes.

He didn't take long over it and very quickly with a couple of yelps his
thighs tightened around my head as his load erupted in hot steaming loads
over his hand and my face.  The hand I could feel was cleaned off in my
damp hair and somebody else spread the remainder across my open mouth.  The
party obviously planned to continue as I was peripherally aware of another
body preparing to climb on the table as the first dismounted when a half
remembered voice interrupted.

'My turn now.  Just hold him steady, he wont be liking this.'

Hands trapped my head and arms against the table and the fingers violating
my poor tender hole were replaced by a hot firm pressure that immediately
seemed to tear me open even as it slowly but surely forced its way through
the bruised lips.  I was clenching my teeth in an attempt not to cry out,
then gasping and half crying when it became necessary to open my mouth to
breath.  My body, seemingly of its own accord was fighting against the
hands restricting its movement but that writhing merely seemed to assist
its impalement on the hot thick rod thrusting deeper and deeper inside me.
I couldn't really focus on anything apart from the tearing pain between my
legs, I seemed to be surrounded by arms and half naked bodies, periodically
a jet of hot salty cum would land somewhere on me, part of which would
usually be transferred to smear across my panting mouth. There, between my
legs I could just make out a large dark standing shape swaying slightly,
slowly back and forth in the dim moonlight.  He seemed larger than any of
the others, darker as well, and suddenly in a flash it all came back
together.

I was finally being fucked properly and not only that, I was being fucked
by a black man. That was a black cock shoved up my white hole, it was
moving around, back and forth and I hadn't screamed, in fact apart from the
sore entrance and the sharp jolt of pain each time he thrust back deep
inside me that made my eyes water it was getting easier to bear.  I didn't
want it to feel too easy, that was wrong.  There was a big black cock, now
thrusting harder and deeper inside my arse and I wanted its owner to enjoy
himself.

'Go on!  Do it harder now!  Make it hurt!  Hurt me please!'

'Are you sure boy?'  His arms came into view as he bent forward to use his
fingers on my nipples, pinching and twisting.  Nipping and pulling with his
nails.

Boy!  He called me boy again.  That's all it took, that deep melodious
voice asking permission from his boy to have fun.

'Yes Sir.  Do what you want to your boy please.  Anything, everything. Make
me feel it.'

He took me at my word.  The hands holding my down vanished although I could
still see several people standing around as my trussed body was bounced up
and down on the picnic table only held in place by the fingers now
torturing my nips, occasionally moving to slap at my face or arse cheeks,
but returning before my nips had a chance to recover and, of course, by the
stiff hot cock happily wreaking havoc inside me.

He may have been happy but my body certainly wasn't.  The knowledge that a
filling bladder would be unable to hold out much longer seemed the lesser
of my problems and at least my attempts to contain the pressure did allow
me at times to consider something apart from the various abuses my poor
body was experiencing.  There was my bruised back being bounced around on a
hard table, my hands still fastened down my side to trussed legs and so
unable to help hold my body still.  His hands working their will all over
my body even as the odd stream of cum landed on it from our audience,
mainly I have to say over my face.  My balls had been bounced, stretched
and squashed so much I could hardly feel them and still that black cock was
plunging back and forth inside me.  I was a sea of pain, could feel the
tears running from my eyes and hear my laboured gasps and whimpers.

 I closed my eyes and gave in to it, I couldn't stop the pain but I could
bask in it.  My imagination was clearer than my vision had been, I could
see the audience, now mainly older men apart from the one six foot unshaven
fit younger one with the silver chain who'd been abusing me back in the
toilets.  They were all watching with open eyes the big black daddy
pillaging his white boy and making him cry. I wanted more, wanted to
encourage him to abuse me, to use my body for whatever nefarious activities
he could conceive of although at the same time I knew my body could take
very little more, even with whatever drug the blue tablet had contained.

Luckily it didn't have to.  Well not right away at any rate.  His big black
hands moved to grab at my lower arms and his body knocked my legs further
apart as he thrust his hot swollen black throbbing cock even deeper into my
arse, his balls almost jamming themselves in with it, and his body stood
juddering as he shot stream after stream after stream of thick boiling cum
deep, deep inside me.  It burnt and stung after the workout his cock had
given my insides but the relaxation of my arse muscles as he softened
slightly and ceased poking me was enough to also overcome the hold I had on
my bladder and it let go with a vengeance,I just couldn't help it, jetting
up in the air and spraying back over my face and chest.

Also over his.

'You'll have to clean that off of course.  While I think up a suitable
punishment.'

I opened my eyes to look into a curly headed black face silhouetted against
the pale light just a couple of feet from mine, his deep eyes reflecting in
the moonlight and his brilliant white teeth grinning.

'Oh yes!  We've not finished yet.'

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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 & Kindle: 189 pages
ISBN: 978-1-935509-08-0
Available from Amazon and all good Gay Bookshops.