Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2008 21:18:40 +0200
From: succum241 <succum241@lycos.co.uk>
Subject: Mick and Friends - 35

Hi there. In case you had not guessed it by now this is an erotic story
involving sexual acts of a gay nature between teen boys. If this is not
your scene or if it is illegal for you to access this material, look away
now.

If you continue and read this chapter please let me know what you think
about it and the story in general.  Write to me at: succum241@lycos.co.uk

It would be nice for you tell me something about yourself as well so that I
can get an idea of who I am writing for. But please only tell me what you
want me to know (if anything). I'm not trying to pry into your private life
or anything like that. Anything and everything will of course remain
confidential. I will try and respond to all mail received.

Thanks
Rick


Chapter 34 ended

I was ordered out of the car and told to unpack everything and bring it
into the cottage. This I did with the others still playing around with the
settings on the beads and so I carried out the job with a constant raging
hard-on. Just as I was finishing I felt that I was very close to shooting
and so told them; as I had been ordered. Cliff ordered me to go to him and
he took my cock into his mouth and began to suck me as he wound the rate of
vibration up high and squeezed my cheeks together with his hand. This
forced one of the beads to press against my prostate and bring on my
orgasm. An orgasm of extreme intensity. How much cum I produced will never
be known because Cliff drank it all down. And as the spasms began to ease
off, so he slowed the vibrations down and let go of my cock. But he didn't
turn the things off and so even though I had just cum, my cock remained
totally hard.


Chapter 35

I had just finished unloading the car and getting the gear put into the
rooms I was told to when the others arrived with a naked, erect Mark
sitting in the middle of the back seat. At least I knew there had been some
planning as we had both suffered (or rather enjoyed) at least some of the
same treatment on the journey. I later learned that there had been little
difference between Mark's and my experience with the exception that he had
not been forced to drink a lot of fluid and then have his abdomen massaged
to increase the discomfort. I also learned that this was because they knew
Mark did not have as great a control of his bladder as most guys have and
so they were scared there might be an accident in the car leaving them all
a bit uncomfortable.

Like me Mark was ordered to unpack the car, only he got help as I was
ordered to assist him. We must have looked a great picture – two totally
naked teens with raging hard-ons carrying bags and packs into the
bungalow. At least this place was remote and there was very little chance
of anyone else seeing us. Once both vehicles were unpacked we asked where
we were to put our bags as we had not been allocated any rooms. In fact I
had already worked out that there were not enough beds either and so I
guessed we would be sleeping on the floor somewhere. When will I learn?

"Put your toothbrush and paste in the bathroom and then put the rest of
your gear into that cupboard over there." Simon Jones said, pointing
towards a cupboard in the sitting room. Simon was one of the two I had not
yet met and had been the driver of the other car.

"I don't imagine you will be needing it anyway," Burt Dorshet said with a
grin.

We did as we were told and then Cliff ordered us to each get a bowl of
water and to meet everybody out the front of the bungalow where there was a
patio off to the one side of the front door.

We arrived there with our bowls of water and were told to place them on the
table in the middle of the patio. "I would like to introduce you to Anton."
Cliff said, and then continued, "Yes Mr. Anton Pirelli is our barber, and
he is now going to give you a bit of initial preparation. You will stand
still and let him do his work, or you might end up painfully regretting
it."

"Can the beads be removed first please? We don't want to damage them."
Anton asked Cliff.

"Yes, of course, Bob will you please take Mick's beads out and, Ron will
you do Mark please." Clearly Cliff was the leader of this group. He was
also the eldest and so I guess he had the right to be.

Our beads were removed, and I might add, with a bit of regret on my part. I
had quite enjoyed having those beads vibrating away inside me and the
effect it had upon my member. Mark also seemed to be a bit disappointed at
the loss.

"Now I know you were told to stand still for me, but I think I would prefer
to have you lying down. So we'll start with you Mick. Can you get up o n
the table and lie facing upwards please." I complied and Anton began his
work. He took out an old fashioned shaving brush from a bag which I had not
noticed him carrying, and then a bar of soap. The old shaving sticks no
longer being available; so he told me. Wetting the soap and the brush he
swirled the brush around on the soap and then began to paint me with the
lather he had created, starting at the base of my neck and covering my
chest. I don't know why he bothered because I didn't have any hair there
anyway; but he said it was to make sure even the finest of hairs were
removed. My abdomen and groin area followed; again a pretty pointless task
in my view as there was not much there to remove either. Next he did each
arm and my pits and I reckon he got more hair off of one section of my arm
than he had off of the whole of the front of my torso. After the arms the
fronts of my legs were shaved right down to the hair on my toes. I was
ordered to turn over and lie on my freshly shaved front while the back of
me underwent the same treatment. Anton paid particular attention to
lathering up my bum and crack and then again to shaving them. Of course all
the attention kept my cock at full mast for the whole procedure even
without the beads shaking away inside my bum. When Anton had finished with
me, I was made to stand and watch as Mark underwent the same treatment.

By the time Anton had finished his ministrations on Mark, the residue of
soap had dried on me and I could feel all my skin pulling in and
tightening, but that was not for long as we were marched off around the
side of the cottage to where there was a bare concrete slab with a drain
hole in the middle of it.  I was ordered to go and stand in the middle of
it and Mark was given a hose and ordered to wash me down, and to make sure
there was no soap or any missed hairs left on me. That water was icy cold
and my balls and cock showed it as they shrivelled up and very nearly
disappeared. For the first time in some hours my cock was not even semi
erect. It was not even slightly engorged with blood. It was fucking cold
and trying to hide away for all it was worth. And of course Mark had to
take some time rubbing all over me with the hose running that bloody cold
water all the time.

And when he had finished there was no chance of warming up either as I had
to do the same to Mark. I can tell you that Mark got some extra rubbing as
I was shivering so hard I could not keep my hands still. I also got Mark
done a lot quicker than he had done me because I wanted to end the ordeal
and hopefully go inside to warm up a bit.

When we had finished washing each other, we were given towels and made to
dry each other and then were allowed inside the cottage. Cliff called us
over to inspect us and agreed that we were now as smooth as a baby's bum
and ready for oiling. This explained the large plastic sheet which was
spread out in the middle of the floor.  It transpired that we were not
going to oil ourselves or each other either. I was ordered to strip the
other guys who had travelled up with me, while Mark had to do the same for
the companions he had travelled with. The net result was that we were now
all naked and not even wearing a piece of jewellery. I was rather surprised
that none of us had any piercings. Apparently Cliff had had his nipple
pierced in the past, but he did not have anything in there now. We were
stood in the middle of the plastic sheet and the others formed a ring
around us each with a bottle of cooking oil which had been slightly warmed
in hot water while we were being shaved and washed. Cliff went first and
pouring some oil into his hand he approached Mark and began to smear the
oil over his cock and balls, leaving some to run down Mark's legs. He then
moved over to me and my jewels got the same. Needless to say, the
combination of warm oil taking away the chill and some gentle rubbing got
Micklet taking an interest in life once again and soon was standing to
attention all of his own accord. Cliff stepped back and someone behind us
moved forward and greased our bums. Then all hell let loose as they all
moved in and began to douse us with all from all sides and rub it in and
over. When all but our heads were totally smeared with a generous film of
oil, we were given bottles of oil ourselves and told to oil up the
others. A task which I thoroughly enjoyed and entered into with much
enthusiasm; especially when adding it between the legs. Mark likewise
exhibited the same gusto and relished the task before him.

However, we had only got a small part of our job done when we were attacked
and a bout of all in oil wrestling began. I used this as an opportunity to
grab a feel of as much cock as I could. Judging by the amount of touching,
stroking and squeezing mine got, I would say this was the prime objective
of the exercise. In the end, however, I found myself pinned with my legs
bent over towards my head and three fingers pumping my arse. I knew what
was coming and as I did not have any choice in the matter anymore, decided
that I was going to enjoy as much as I could. But what I did not expect was
that the vibrating beads were inserted first, and switched on to medium
power and then I was entered by Jim Goldsmith. Jim was cut and big and with
his cock pushing the beads in quite far and then having them vibrate on the
end of his cock seemed to drive him wild and he pumped away at my chute in
a frenzy. Jim knew how to draw things out though and he kept going for some
time before finally losing all control and going at me like a raging bull
spearing my bum with his horn till he was lifting me off the floor with
each inwards thrust. And while this was going on I had had a cock placed in
each hand for which I did not need telling what was expected of me; and so
I was jerking away at two others; and I'm still not sure who they were as
my eyes were closed for most of the time. Finally Jim grunted and gave a
full forward thrust and I could feel his cock jerk inside me as it began to
spew out a load of cum.

Jim was followed by Cliff and then Bob, each one leaving their load on top
of the last so that my bum was fairly full of cum. Mark also got a triple
fucking and we were both told to hold the cum in. There was to be no
dribbling from our orifices until we were allowed to go to the loo. To help
us we were held with our bums in the air until our holes had returned to
size and could seal again. However, during this time the beads were turned
to full speed and then gradually slowed down and again turned up slowly so
that we were being constantly stimulated and our cocks remained fully
hard. When the others felt that our bums could seal again, we were ordered
back onto our feet and left to stand with beads going away inside us while
we were photographed from a lot of different angles and with distant and
close up shots in the mix. Then we were fitted with collars which had loops
on them to which ropes or chains could be attached, but the first thing was
that we had our hands attached by means of handcuffs with one loop around
the wrist and the other loop through the loop on the collar and a second
set of cuffs for the other hand. The only thing about this was that my
hands were attached to Marks collar and his to mine as we stood back to
back. Then the others got in a circle around the two of us and some music
was put on which had quite a clear beat. The guys started to walk around us
and on each beat, the person standing in front of us gave our cocks a
double stroke and let go as they stepped to the side. With this we were
getting some stimulation, but not enough to actually take us over the
edge. It was a kind of torture because with the fucking and beads and now
stroking we were super-sensitive in that region, and getting more desperate
to have an orgasm with each stroke, but the gap between the strokes kept
the orgasm at bay. This torture continued for at least half an hour as I
know the song played over and over at least 10 times.

By the end of that session both Mark and I were begging to be brought off,
but they would have none of it. Instead we were left with the beads
bouncing away inside our bums and detached from each other but with our
hands still kept away from our cocks by means of being handcuffed to our
own collars. I was then taken outside onto the decking and found Bob lying
face up on the table I had previously enjoyed being shaved on. Bob took my
hands and pulled me down onto his cock so that I could suck it. I knew what
to do and so went ahead and began to give him the head he wanted. I learned
later that Mark underwent similar treatment out the back of the
cottage. While I was bobbing up and down on Bob, someone would come along,
every so often and give my cock a bit of a jerk to maintain that heightened
state of stimulation and prolong the agony of needing to get my rocks off
but not being able to. I also learned later, or rather worked it out for
myself, that while I was giving Bob his bj, some of the others were busy
cooking our tea and so it was not long after Bob had poured out his
fountain into my mouth, that we were called to eat.

There was one problem with eating and that was my hands were not released
from their restraints and so I had to have help to eat. That help came at a
price and for each mouthful of food which was fed to me in the same way an
adult feeds a baby, my super-sensitive cock got yet another stroke, and the
rate of vibration in the beads up my arse was altered so that I did not get
used to the vibes and so begin not to feel them. Needless to say, dinner
took some time, and I still had not been allowed to cum. Then for afters, I
got fed two cocks and had to suck my cream out of them, all the while
having my cock constantly teased. By the end of dinner I was whimpering in
my begging to be released from the tension which had been built up in my
sexual side.

"Do you promise that if we release your hands and bring you to orgasm now,
you will not try and play with yourself the whole weekend?" Cliff asked.

"I promise. I already gave you my word that I will do whatever you tell me
and so this is part of that same promise to me." I answered.

"Ok, then. Time for the cross for this one." Cliff said again.

I was led off to a bedroom off the main room. In the room was one big
double bed which had brass rails for the head board and foot board and was
covered in a sheet of plastic. As soon as I saw this, I knew what the cross
was going to be; and I was right. I was made to lie on my back down the
middle of the bed. My hands were released one at a time from the collar and
attached with the handcuffs to the top corners of the head board. Then my
feet were stretched out and tied to the corners of the foot board, so that
I was spread-eagled on the bed. Then some video cameras were set up on
tripods and focussed in, and set to record. At the same time Burt was
moving around with a digital camera taking still pictures. Some more
cooking oil was produced and a bit was dribbled over my hard cock. Then
Cliff began to wank my cock, but he still did not bring me to boiling
point. Instead every once in a while he would let go of my cock and tickle
some other part of my body. For the most part it was my armpits and nipples
which got the tickling, but on other occasions my navel and the patch under
my ball bag got it. A couple of times it was my feet and particularly the
souls of the feet which got a bit of tickling. All this of course prolonged
my cumming still further and left me almost in agony from the tension such
treatment caused. I tried to act diffident to it all, and not show when I
was getting close to cumming, but Cliff was a past master at this torment
and I could not keep the signs from showing. Cliff kept this up for a long
time and I was sure that I was going to go insane from the pressure of it
all, but then I noticed a shift in his pattern and realised that he was now
intent on bringing me to my much desired orgasm. Cliff called out that the
time was near and Bob came in and took over one of the Video cameras to
operate it manually. The beads were set to full speed and Cliff jerked my
cock at full speed as well. His other hand began to massage me between my
legs and a finger worked around to my bum and slowly made it's way in as
far as he could go; which was only to the second knuckle I should think. By
this time I was sweating profusely from the tension and had to close my
eyes to stop the beads of sweat running into them. And then I felt it begin
right down in the depths of my inner being, the boil of cum began to build
up and soon shot down my cock to erupt in a huge relief bringing spray,
which they told me shot at least four feet into the air before dropping
down over me and Cliff. I do not know how many times my whole body spasmed
as I went through my orgasm, but I do remember crying out in a scream as it
happened, arching my back as much as the ropes would allow and eventually
flopping down exhausted onto the bed. But that was not the end of it,
because Cliff continued to play with my cock and jerk me even when the
spasms stopped and now the feeling was so intense I could not believe
it. Once again I was begging him, but this time it was to stop as I was
sure I would die if he continued. Cliff was deaf to my pleas and played on
for at least another ten minutes, by the end of which I was literally
crying and begging him at the same time. At last he did stop and then he
began to just rub my whole body as I began to relax and unwind from the
frenzy he had put me into. I did not realise it, but even as he rubbed my
body, I fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up to find myself without any bonds holding me, but with another
body lying next to me. It was too dark to see anything and so I did not
know who it was I was sharing a bed with. I guessed that it was same bed I
had been tied to, but they had managed to remove the plastic sheeting
without waking me up. I rolled onto my back and the movement must have
disturbed my bed partner because he also moved and his hand ran down my
stomach to reach my cock and stop there. Needless to say, I started to
stiffen up again, and so let my hand wander to his cock. I found his cock
was already hard and judging from the size of it, I reckoned it was either
Cliff or Jim who was lying next to me. As I began to stroke his cock, he
also began to stroke my cock and then said in a soft whisper, "You have
done well today. Keep it up and I know you will be accepted into the group
and then Bob will let you go so that you can stay faithful to David, but
still enjoy the protection the group has to offer."

The voice told me it was Jim who was sharing my bed. And so I replied,
"Thanks Jim. I appreciate knowing this because I really am torn and
confused at the moment."

"Yes we all know, and we want to help you because you are a unique
person..." Jim said as he took the beads out of my chute. "None like we
have ever had before. Others would not try and hold to their promise when
in the same situation you are in, but you have and we all value that. David
must be some great kind of guy to allow you to keep this promise to us. Now
shush and let me come inside you."

I rolled, or rather was rolled onto my side by Jim and then felt his cock
pushing against my hole. I had been well stretched and so he entered me
fairly easily and without any real pain, and soon I was enjoying being
fucked again. But while Jim was hitting me in the rear, he was also pulling
me at the front and soon enough I could feel the cum beginning to move up
my cock as I orgasmed once more. My spasms must have done the trick on Jim
and he began to shoot his load into me even while my body was still
shuddering from the spasms of my cumming. With one final thrust deep into
me, Jim shot his last load and then squeezed me against him and held me
there with his cock still inside. That is how we were when we drifted off
back to sleep once again.



Well that is the first day of the club goings on. Not too sure just what
the next full day at the cottage will bring. But whatever it is I hope you
enjoy it and will write to me to tell me so. See address at the top of the
chapter.

Rick