BigSarge by Ant-Boy Chapter Three [Formatted A4, Times New Roman, 12]
Warning: This is a homoerotic tale written for fun to be read for fun. If you don't like it; Blah! Blah! Blah!
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Chapter Three
I was shivering slightly, it wasn't cold and I wasn't really apprehensive now. It was more a shiver of anticipation but he obviously thought otherwise, or made out he did. 'Cant have you cold boy,lets get you warmed up then. Red arse always better anyway,' and with that he started slapping my arse with his big hand, first one cheek and then the other, slap, slap, slap, slap. It wasn't so much the pain, I've had a belt across there often enough to know what pain is, more the surprise that had my backside moving away from his hand, 'though I still had my hands gripping the other side. 'Stay still boy,' and he reached under me and grabbed my balls, pulling them down so any movement became agony when he'd squeeze tighter. Finding my body now immobile he really laid into my backside this time and if I'd thought before that a hand couldn't cause pain I discovered myself to be mistaken. Shortly I could feel my cheeks burning and my body writhing on the table trapped by the grip and pull at my balls. A hand could hurt as much as a belt. My mouth was emitting groans and my eyes were streaming.
'That's better. I do like a boy in pain. Here we go then.' His hands griped my waist raising it slightly and in he plunged. No teasing the lips of my hole, no slow steady entrance, just Wham! Straight through my tight arse lips and on up into my gut. My groans turned to a series of light shrieks when, having forced an entrance, he immediately turned to fucking my arse as hard as possible. His hands left my waist and made their way easily to my erect nipples as my body was arched from the table in protest at his invasion. He pinched and twisted them, 'Hope that hurts boy. Do you like pain? I can give you pain.' His nails were digging in the tips of my nipples sending jagged streaks of pain across my pecs, I could only twist my head back and forth, moaning and crying, gripping hard at the table edge. 'Oh I'd enjoy putting you through it boy,' he continued, 'If you think this is pain just come and visit me sometime.'
With that last comment he grabbed my body so tightly my hands lost their grasp on the table edge and we stood up momentarily, his cock firmly entrenched up my arse before being forcibly slammed back down on the table as he lost control and
Shot heavily shot after shot of hot cum deep inside me. It felt like a six-shooter had gone off on automatic, bang, bang, bang. For a moment he lay over me as his cock softened and slowly withdrew from my arse, 'I'd like you to come and visit me if you think you can take it boy.' He whispered in my ear just before he raised his weight from my back. A quick slap on my sore arse, 'Thanks anyway, take care.' And he was gone.
'You just stay there for a moment boy,' said the Sergeant as he walked back toward the restroom carrying a plastic bag. I took no real notice that my assailant accompanied him being too exhausted right then to take anything in. After a while the Sarge returned on his own showing me the bag contained my filthy soaking shorts and nipple clamps. 'Take those weights and straps off and drop them in here as well boy,' pointing at the weights still hanging from my cock. I removed that strap carefully, the wet leather had been shrinking as it dried and my cock and balls had become very tender. 'You dried off yet?' he continued, 'Go get on your bike then. You can fit your boots but you won't need anything else, these shorts too wet. Can't have you catching a cold now. You know where the station is don't you. So just ride your bike in front of me and I'll follow you there, don't think of trying to escape, my bikes faster than yours.'
I had no intention of trying to escape but the thought of riding my bike through the dark night naked apart from some short boots caused a fluttering in my stomach that was nothing to do with the filth I'd swallowed earlier. On the one hand I loved my body being open to the elements and had dreamed of having a spin naked, but then it was illegal, but then again I was being escorted by the local officer, and then again people might see me and they wouldn't be interested in the same way the fellows at the rest stop had been. 'Fire it up boy,' I had no choice.
It was the strangest feeling, riding through the early morning moonlight stark naked, my engine throbbing between my thighs, the beam of my headlamp clearing the road before me and the beam from my escort revealing every aspect of my body to any passing stranger. And there were a few of those. A couple of trucks passing the other way did a double take judging by the way their engines spluttered and one swung round and doubled back, pulling along side the Sarge for a quick word.
Next I knew Sarge was flashing his light and in my mirror I saw him sign me to pull over. I saw was a narrow turning into the woods a short way ahead and signed to turn off. The pickup followed and Sarge parked up by the roadside, which should discourage any uninvited guests. Two men got out of the pickup and I could almost see the drool running down their chins, as they looked me over. I say men but really not much more than old boys, say late teens, both wearing boots, dirty torn jeans and dirty T's. The sign of light stubble on their faces and the sawdust in their cropped hair and clothes showed me they'd just finished the night shift up the wood mill.
'These two boys tell me if I'll let them have a go with you I'll find enough treated lumber in my front yard to build the deck I've been after, Seems like a good proposition to me, not really time to take you down the station now boy.'
What choice did I have? One of the lads called me to come over and I walked toward them, my balls swaying between my legs and my erect prick breaking the air before me. I've no control over that part of my anatomy, if has a mind of its own, what can I do about it?
'See you ready boy,' said number one as he pulled his T over his head, 'And you already dirty so get down there on your knees and get my cock out.' I knelt on the muddy track and reached up to undo his belt and unzip the oil soaked cloth, which exposed a filthy smelly jock. 'Yeah! Gets a bit whiffy down there after a hard nights work, you get your mouth working there boy, suck my jock clean before I let at the real thing.'
Just in case I was having second thoughts he reached out as I knelt in the muddy track and pulled my head into his sweat and piss stinky crutch. Under the damp dirty jock I could see the outline of his thick cock laying from his balls to my right and already twitching in anticipation of my services. When I wet my mouth and sucked started to play that cock like a mouthorgan through his jock the vile taste of several days, if not weeks, stale sweat, piss dribbles and god knows what else swamped my mouth and my taste buds. No way could this boy be classified as the cleanest man around.
I gagged and tried unsuccessfully to pull back. 'No way boy. What you start you have to finish. That's what my old man always tells me so don't make him out to be a liar.' With that his changed his grip from holding the back of my head to gripping my hair so ant movement now tore at my roots, 'Go on now, you suck away and save me having to wash them and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you pull them down and get your sweet lips round my snake.'
His jock was rank and all I could do was work on his cock in the hope he'd soon want something a little more direct. Meanwhile, his companion had been getting himself in the mood and somewhat to my relief I heard, 'Come on Joe, I've not got all morning to muck about and this here is wanting to blow soon. Anyway, you know how Mother gets riled if we don't get home before she leaves. Let me fuck that mouth for a bit if you don't want to.'
My hair was released and the body standing before me replaced by number two. This was a different kettle of fish. Already jeans and jock dropped to boots and shirt removed with a good six or seven inch uncut member standing proud and ready with a pair of nicely rounded balls puckering up underneath. I rather enjoyed the view for a moment but returning to my situation slid forward and engulfed him straight down, twisting my head at just the right moment allowed him full access without causing me to gag. I knew that it was the earlier workout my mouth had suffered that eased his entrance and his remark earlier about his father's homily brought one of my mothers to mind, every cloud has a silver lining. Thinking that almost caused me to gag after all, this time though from laughter.
He rally was getting ready to blow soon, but that wasn't really a surprise as appearing to be only a couple of years older than myself and I seemed ready and willing at the drop of a hat, several times a day. 'God, he's good,' came a breathless voice, better than that slut in the wages office, or that fellow we met at the truck stop. This one really knows how to service a cock, almost convince enough to turn me gay if I'd get service like this every time.'
He was thrusting away by now, in and out of my clenched lips and slightly upturned face, with just a light hand resting on my head. We were both dancing to the same tune. I kept getting flashes of his washboard stomach with just a light sprinkling of almost downy hair round he cute little belly button each time he pulled back and from the corner of my eye saw his brother had now also striped down and beating his meat furiously.
I will admit to an enjoyment of my position, also of the cock I was servicing and brought my hands up to fondle and pull lightly on his matched set of balls causing an outbreak of swearing, especially when I slowed my head and allowed my teeth to lightly nibble toward the end of his cock. His reactions to my services were too much for his brother who calling out, 'Yes, Yes, Yes,' and other things I didn't catch, was suddenly shooting streams of cum over my face and his brothers stomach.
'Hell Jo!' he said, you've cum everywhere, I'm soaked with it.'
Well, wouldn't be the first time bro, just get your boy there to lick it off when you've done.'
That was enough for my other young assailant as placing both hands on my head to hold it steady three rapid face fucks had him repeating his brother and shooting his load, in this case, straight down my throat at first and then as he slowed, filling my mouth. I'm not ageist, couldn't afford to be the way I like cock, but, there is something about a young cock and it contents, both in texture and in taste that just hits the right spot. In other circumstances I'd happily serviced that stud for the rest of the day but duty called. When I'd fully finished milking him and he pulled out saying with a laugh, 'you can't take it home,' I raised my head and started licking his brothers cum from his stomach.
'Just look at that,' the brother said, 'I bet he'd take our piss as well if Sarge told him to.'
'You haven't got time,' Sarge came back with, 'get him up and face down over your pickup hood, I'm going to have the boys arse.'
'Hell Sarge' said number 2, 'You'll never get that up without killing him. I never knew you were that huge.'
'That's why you two will have to hold his arms either side so he cant get away. Then you can piss over him after.'
That last convinced them, they wanted to piss over me I suppose, anyway, my arms were quickly grabbed and my body flung over the still warm hood of their pickup and one brother stood either side holding my outstretched arm. I heard Sarge spit and spit again to lube his cock and felt him stick a finger up my arse to see if any natural lubrication remained from my recent fucking. Even though it had been a while I could feel a small residue of arse slime and cum leak out as his fingers checked and removing them to wipe over my back he said, 'That will have to do,' and rapidly forced an entry.
My body took off and would have gone into orbit if not for being restrained by the brothers. It didn't take off for joy but in shock and an attempt to escape the abuse. He was huge. I was too shocked to scream, my feet actually left the ground which in retrospect made things worse, being unable to actual levitate my body had to return and in so doing became more firmly impaled on his monster. Sarge was long enough to be fun but it was his width that caused me such anguish. Even though I'd been so thoroughly fucked earlier this was splitting me apart.
'Get it out! Get it out!' I was yelling. The boys keeping tight hold of my outstretched wrists were grinning and laughing to Sarge to 'Rape him! Fuck him!' and the Sarge just told me to 'Hold on boy. Here we go.'
Fuck! Here we did go, well he did anyway. I was unlikely to be going anywhere for a bit, spread-eagled over the pickups hood under the early morning sun starting to percolate through the branches. Sarge got going though, in my arse. Humping and fucking, stretching my hole. There being solid metal under my stomach forcing the air from my lungs with every painful thrust. I'd never get to enjoy being fucked by a cock as broad as his but actually my body was responding because I felt my cock attempt to stand proud under me, which actually made mattes worse seeing as it was trapped under my stomach and was also being squeezed painfully.
His hands reached up to grab my head and was lightly slamming it up and down on the hard metal as he unloaded in my arse, thoroughly re-filling the abused area to the brim and, even being still plugged by his half-hard member, leaking and running down my legs. 'That's how to make use of a boy like this,' the Sarge remarked, 'But, if I ever hear of you two using a girl, or boy, like it I'll be down on you like a ton of bricks. I just knew this one was ready for it. Weren't you boy?'
Pulling out he reached down and catching a handful of the mess escaping from my wide-open hole reached up and wiped it over my face and mouth. 'Oh yes! You were ready,' slathering another handful over my erect cock and bruised balls on display as he pulled me upright. 'Oh well. You better get down on your back so these boys can heave a piss before they get of home hadn't you?' Pushing me reasonably gently till I ended laying on the muddy track, face up, legs bent and wide apart, my aching cock waving in the breeze.
Sarge stood between my legs and after a moment his massively thick member unloaded a hosepipe of piss over my raised legs, cock, balls and stomach. 'Go on boys, you can heave the other end. Make him open his mouth and swallow.'
As first one, and then two thin streams of piss started to play over my closed eyes and chest one asked, How do we do that Sarge?'
'Like this,' and I felt a heavy thick boot placed over my privates and start slowly to press and grind. Of course I opened my mouth, there were now threes streams of piss playing over me and even as my mouth filled the boot increased pressure, squeezing my frustrated bits and pieces and I came. Oh yes! I shot, and shot, and shot. Everywhere. Even through the dying piss streams I could feel it land over my face and chest and still the boot continued to twist and still I continued to shoot.
Finally, thank God, every thing came to an end. My filthy soaking body was too exhausted to move and just lay on the muddy track as I heard Sarge tell the lads to get off home and return, dropping my still wet shorts across my crotch. 'Get yourself dressed boy and off home before someone finds you here and arrests you for indecency,' he said with a grin, 'That was one of the best yet. What will do now next time you decide you have to visit a rest stop to play?'
'I'll text you time and place of course Sarge. Don't I always.'
'You do boy. By the way, I've stuck a card on your handlebars from that coloured gent who had your arse earlier. He says to text your mobile number if you want. I know him slightly and he's quite safe, bit more advanced than you. Has to be your decision. Got to go. You OK?'
I nodded. Quite frankly I was so psyched I'd almost be ready for another session but still had a sixty mile ride home in my filthy state and had to get going.
I found the card Sarge mentioned when putting my T and jacket on. On one side a mobile number, on the other four words in a rough print.
I'LL HURT YOU BOY