I came out of a fog and opened my eyes. It was too bright to see, so I closed them, and saw the light through my eyelids.
Last thing I remember was I had just taken my girlfriend, Jane, home after such great fun in the haystack behind our barn. She loves screwing and never seems to get enough of it; and that is just fine with me!
She is 18, a senior in high school, and I am 19, and working on my parent's farm. I am the major farm hand, alongside my dad, to get all the chores done. We hire some temporary help during the planting and harvesting times, but otherwise it is just my dad and I. Mom helps out now and then, but mostly she takes care of the house, works at a preschool, and looks after us.
I pulled up in front of our place, and I remember opening the door and stepping out. Then everything went black.
I felt around and realized I was on some sort of mattress . . . not as wide as a twin sized mattress, and without any sheets. I felt around some more, and realized I was naked!
I jumped up then. My head was spinning, and it was so bright I couldn't focus. I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard, "Take it easy. It takes a bit for the drugs to wear off. And it takes a bit to get used to the bright sunlight after having been out for a while."
"Drugs" and "out for a while"? What was he talking about, and who was he, and why was I naked.
I brushed his hand off of my shoulder. I didn't want some guy to have his hand on my naked body!
I wobbled a bit, but finally stood straight and forced my eyes open. It took a moment for them to adjust to the bright lights, but they did.
I looked around and saw a very large structure. It was at least 50' X 50.' It consisted of a pitched roof held up about 12 feet off of the ground by posts every 10 feet.
Under the roof, there were 4 cots, like I had been laying on, and 3 larger beds. I could see a stove and some other equipment, but not much else. No walls, nothing. And outside the structure was empty land in all directions. I saw a pile of wood off in the distance on one side, and several guys working there.
I looked at them, and then looked at the guy who was standing next to me; they were all naked, just like me, not that I have anything against being naked. I have done it plenty of times in the shower after gym and after football games; but I wasn't used to walking around naked outside.
These guys all looked like they had tans all over their bodies, so they must have been doing this for a long time.
"Why is everyone naked?" I asked the guy, without looking down at his body. I didn't want to look at his junk.
"We have no clothing," he said simply.
"Huh?" I said.
"Look, my name's John. What's yours?" He held out his hand.
"It's Josh," I said, taking his hand. It was a strong hand, and heavily callused.
"Sit down here and let me give you the run down." He indicated the cot I had just risen from. I sat down and he sat down near me. I moved back a couple of inches from him. He didn't seem to care.
"Someone or something, a company maybe . . . I really don't know, kidnapped you." He let that sink in before continuing.
"You were transported here. Here you will work as directed; you will sleep, eat, shit, and make friends, or not, here."
I just looked at him, puzzled. "We have a shit load of wood to chop every day. Everyone works. If you don't, then the whole team is punished. And we don't take kindly to punishment."
"We eat together, sleep together; we do everything together. There is no privacy."
He let that sink in. "You'll see the trough that we have for a toilet, and know what I mean. The shower is at the edge of the barn, as we'll call it, over there. He pointed to the far corner of the structure.
He sighed and went on. "We are observed 24/7." He pointed to the cameras in the ceiling of the "barn."
"Why?" I said.
He shrugged and said, "Best we can tell is they get off on sex."
"Sex?" I said, looking around. I didn't see any women anywhere.
He laughed. "No, not with women." He let that sink in.
"No! You can't be serious!" I said, getting what he was implying.
"Damn serious. You will have sex with everyone, and everyone will have sex with you." He looked me square in the eye and said, "Whether you want to or not."
"What do you mean?" I said, drawing away from him.
"You are given two days to make the first move with someone. If you don't, then they will hold you down and get you started on the road to man to man sex."
"Why?" I said, not believing that someone would do that.
"Why do they want us to do that? I don't know. But if you don't, and they don't, then everyone is punished until you do or they do. So they know that two days is the limit, and they will make their move on you, if you haven't started it with someone by then."
"But I like girls!" I said, as if that would explain everything.
"Oh, and you think I liked guys when I came here?" It took me a moment, but he had made that past tense. Did that mean that now he liked men.
"Yeah, you got it; you will come to like it; no, crave it, love it, is more like it," he said.
He very openly looked me up and down, as if appraising my body. I put a hand over my crotch and closed my legs together.
He laughed. "That won't matter in a day or so. Everyone sees what everyone's got. And you see it hard, soft, pissing, and shooting."
I blushed at the thought of that.
"No one hear is a fruit, or a faggot or wimp or pussy boy, or whatever preconceived ideas you might have. We are all strong, intelligent, fit men who like men."
That was a difficult concept to grasp.
"Let me give you a tour around while all of that is sinking in. He stood and I did. He started to put his hand on my shoulder, but I moved away. He just chuckled and said, "Whatever."
He took me through the structure. Pointing out the beds, he said, "You can sleep alone, or you can sleep with one of the groups." He looked at me. "You'll probably sleep alone until you get things figured out; then you'll end up in the groups, and changing amongst them." I couldn't imagine such an arrangement. He had a smirk on his face.
"Here's the kitchen." He pointed out the stove and griddle. There were ample pots and pans arranged on the shelves below it. "You cook?"
I said, "I can get by in the kitchen."
"Good, we can always use variety."
He pointed to a knee high set of stainless steel boxes. "This is the fridge and the freezer. They are sunk into the ground so that you can't hide behind them and have privacy."
"They can also lock these at will." He looked at me. "That is the first phase of punishment. They lock up the food, so all you have is water."
"That's the second part of the punishment. They can shut off the water supply as well."
He looked at me and said, "It doesn't take long in this heat to get the guys to do what you want, if they will give you water for doing it."
"There's the picnic table where we eat our meals."
Then he took me over to a tile-lined trough about 15 feet from the structure. It had a smoothed out 4" X 4" running about two feet off of the ground down the length of the trough. "This is the toilet. You sit on there with your ass hanging over the board and let it rip. You also piss here, but you can do that pretty much anyplace."
He picked up a rock and dropped it in the trough. Water came on and flushed it down the trough and out a drain. "Toilet paper is over there," he said, pointing to a couple of rolls on a post about 4 feet away. "So plan how much you are going to need before coming over here."
I had been in locker rooms and used urinals next to a naked guy, but taking a dump where everyone could watch? Really?
"Yes, I said, `no privacy,'" he said, reading my mind.
"And over here is the shower." There was a row of 3 shower heads about 10 feet off of the ground. A wooden platform was beneath them, with wide gaps between the boards, and gravel below that. "You step under and the water goes on. It is one temp, and they control that. They can make it mighty cold, if they want to."
He showed me a large screen mounted in the ceiling at an angle. "We get our visual entertainment here. They show us movies, some educational programs, the food network," he laughed, "and porn. Lots of porn." He smiled.
He walked out into the surrounding area to the wood pile. There was a stack of large circles of wood, and piles of chopped wood. He introduced me to the four guys that were working, chopping the wood. They all wore sunglasses, so I wasn't sure where they were looking.
"This is Paul, Greg, Mark and Steve," he said, and each offered their hand for shaking. In addition, they took in my body from head to toe, as if gauging it against some standard. By their head movement, I knew that they were assessing me.
I am a fit guy; I have to be to work on the farm. I have a strong back and strong arms; I stand 6' tall and weigh a solid 180. I tan pretty easily, but I only have a tan on my upper body, as I am usually wearing jeans on the lower half. I have a patch of black hair on my chest, and a trail that leads down to my crotch. I have a light dusting of the same black hair on my arms, legs and butt.
And as long as I am giving statistics, my cock is about 3 inches soft, and 7 inches hard. I am circumcised and have two nice, large balls. Friends at school would joke and call them bull's balls. Jane always seemed to enjoy the way everything worked.
Each of these men were tanned from head to toe. All were about the same height, and seemed as fit, if not fitter, than me. I didn't check out their junk, but it was hanging out for everyone to see; not that I was any different. I felt awkward.
John went on to explain, "Once a month, a truck arrives with a bunch of sections of trees. We unload that, and then load up the wood we chopped, and they leave. They don't say anything to us while they are here."
He looked at me and said, "Yes, they are dressed in jeans and such."
Paul, I think it was, started to say something, "And they like to ...," but John cut him off and said, "Let's let him get settled in before you tell him everything."
That made me wonder what else Paul was going to say.
He led me back to the structure, and the guys went back to chopping wood. "They will work until it gets too hot; then they will knock off until after dinner, and work until it gets dark, when it is a bit cooler.
Back at the cot, where we had started, John pointed out, "You have the work boots you are wearing and these flip flops for around here. And you get a pair of gloves and sunglasses." He tossed them to me, and I put them on.
"There's sunscreen over here," he said, pointing to a pot clamped to a post. "I'll rub some on your back and such, and you should be all set."
"I'll do it myself," I said.
"Suit yourself, but you can't reach everywhere." He shook his head. "There is salve over there to put on the places that get sunburned."
He looked me in the eye and said, "And someone will have to put it on those spots for you." He held up his hand. "Look, I have been here the longest; that's why I get the honors of showing the new guy around."
He sighed before continuing on. "And almost everyone feels the same way you are right now. Like `no guy is going to put his hands on my naked body.' But it has to happen, so you might as well give in and get it over with."
"You said you had been here the longest. How long is that? And were there other guys here that have left? Or did they escape?"
"Okay, one at a time. We measure time here by trucks coming and going. So I have been here 20 trucks worth of time. We figure the time between trucks is about a month."
He paused. "During the night, guys are taken and new ones dropped off. We never know what happens to them after they leave here."
"Two guys, that I know of, tried to escape. One came back himself, after being gone for just over 24 hours. He was nearly dead from dehydration. He said he found nothing in all the time he walked."
"And the other one?" I asked.
"He was brought back in a truck after two days. He was delirious. They brought a horse along as well; a stallion. They let the horse have his way with him for about an hour. Then they took him and the horse away."
"You mean," I paused.
"Yeah, they had the horse fuck him. That horse's cock was huge!"
I shuddered; I couldn't imagine.
"How did they find him?" I asked, looking around.
"There is either a tracking device in the boots, or in you body." I started looking over my body for any signs of anything, but didn't see anything.
"They either have a way of inserting it so it doesn't leave a mark, or they kept you long enough to let it heal."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Do you have any idea where you are?" he said, looking around us.
"No," I said, not getting the point.
"Have you ever seen any place that looks like this?"
"No," I answered again.
"So how do you know whether you are 100 miles from where they took you, or 10,000 miles away. You could be in another country, for all you know."
That was very sobering. I did not have any idea how long I had been out.
"Yeah, it's sinking in now," he said, looking at me.
I nodded my head. I really felt lost now, and completely alone.
He put his hand on my shoulder, and this time I didn't shrug it off. "The life you knew is gone. This is your life now." It was very sobering to hear that.
I looked at him; I really looked at him. He was fit, with broad shoulders and strong arms. His legs looked powerful, too. I looked at his stomach and followed the trail of hair from his navel on down. I saw his cock. It seemed about the same size as mine, although probably a bit thicker.
And I was expected to suck that? To have it fuck me? I shuddered again.
"It takes a bit to get used to. It's about lunch time, so help me get some sandwiches and stuff together."
I worked in a daze with John, preparing lunch. Once we were all seated and eating, I asked Paul where he had come from, and there was dead silence. "We don't talk about our old life, except maybe about movies or books or something, but not about home, parents, friends, etc. It just hurts too much," John said.
"Sorry," I said.
After that, there was some talking about movies and books and music. They said that music was piped in now and then, and once in a great while, if they had been good for a long period of time, 6 copies of the same book would appear, and they could read it and discuss it.
After lunch, three of the guys headed over to one of the beds. They didn't do anything but sleep.
"Too hot to do much now," John said. I stayed in the shade, so I wouldn't need someone to spread sunscreen on the places I couldn't reach.
I finally went to my cot, and, after a couple of minutes, fell asleep. I woke to moaning and groaning, and thought someone was in pain. But I looked around, and one guy was fucking another on the bed, while the third sucked off the guy getting fucked.
I wanted to look away, but I was mesmerized by the whole scene. I couldn't imagine what it felt like to fuck a guy, and less how it felt to get fucked. And sucking a guy just seemed, I don't know, gross.
But I couldn't take my eyes off of it. And, strangely, I felt myself swelling up at the sight. I looked around, covering my enlarging dick as I did so. John was there, and smiled, "Nothing to be ashamed of, and that," he motioned with his head towards the three guys, "is what you will be doing within a day or so."
I shook my head. I couldn't fathom it. But my dick was getting harder and harder.
"If you'll let me," John said, "I can take care of that for you."
"You mean you want to suck my dick?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes," he said, flatly. "And I will like it, and I will probably do it regularly, as well as get fucked with it."
He looked me right in the eyes and said, "And you will be sucking mine and taking mine up your ass."
He looked at me. "I know you can't fathom that right now, but you are already hot and horny, and you have been here only a couple of hours."
"Just lay back, close your eyes, and imagine whatever you need to imagine, so you can get off." He smiled and said, "And I'll bet you have never had a blow job like the one I can give you."
If what he said was true, I really didn't have a choice, and getting off sounded really good right now; but really? Let him suck me?
"Look, you can go off and jerk off, but you have to go a long ways to not be seen. So give in and let me do it." I looked down, and his dick was now rock hard, thick and pointing towards the sky.
He saw where I was looking and said, "Yes, I am horny, just thinking about the possibility of sucking on your pipe."
I blushed. I don't know why, but I did.
I turned on the bunk and laid back with my head on the pillow and my legs spread wide. If he wanted to suck, then let him. I tried not to think of what reciprocating would entail.
I felt hot breath on my dick, and then warm moisture enclosed the head. Fuck! That felt so good! Jane had only done this once, and wasn't too thrilled about it. And here John was . . . not only wanting to do it, but getting hard at the thought of it.
Then he went to work with his tongue, and I was gone. I mean, it was the most amazing thing ever! Wow! He ran it up and down my piss slit, and probably was rewarded with plenty of precum.
Then he began to swirl his tongue and really suck my cock. He buried his nose in my pubes, and I couldn't believe he had taken all of it! And he was humming, and it was driving me crazy!
I couldn't take much of this before I was panting and saying through clenched teeth, "I'm coming!" I grabbed his head and pulled it all the way down on my dick, as I pushed up into his mouth and began shooting.
It seemed like I came for minutes. My whole body trembled, and I shuddered once and lay back on the bed and tried to control my breathing.
Finally, the pleasure subsided, and I wondered how in the world a man had given me the most amazing orgasm of my life!
John removed his mouth from my now sensitive cock and said, "Well?"
"Fucking amazing!" I said, still panting.
He chuckled. "And you didn't think men were any good at sex!"
I could only nod. I knew he was right. But could I do that to another man?
As if reading my mind, John said, "Ready to give it a try?"
I sat up and shook my head. John took my hand and wrapped it around his rigid shaft. It felt so hot, so hard, and, yet, soft a bit. I figured he wanted me to jerk him off, and I had no problem with that, so I began pumping on him like I would myself.
"Grip tighter," he whispered. I did and he sighed. "Now faster!" he pleaded, and he kept moaning, "Yes, yes, yes!"
I sped up and he leaned back, letting it just envelope him. I could tell he was being overcome by that wave, that rush that precedes the release.
"Oh Fuck!" he said, "I'm going to cum!" I kept up the pace and grip, and he was soon spewing cock juice everywhere. I kept pumping him until there was no more, and he gently pulled my hand off.
"Nice!" he said, as he fought to regain his breath and get his breathing under control.
I looked at my hand and flung off the spunk that was there. John smiled.
"Well, that was the first step, and you did very it very well!" He looked down at my crotch and said, "And looks like it got to you."
I hadn't realized that I had gotten hard during the process. That bothered me. I had never held a guy's dick before. And here I had a boner!
I got up and walked away then. John left me alone. I walked around under the roof, and turned all this over in my mind.
I had just had a fun session screwing Jane before this happened. I was hard with her; I came; she came; it was all good.
But now I had had a blow job from a guy, and shot my wad, and jerked a guy off, and gotten hard.
And I was supposed to suck a guy and get fucked by a guy! It just didn't fit with my concept of reality. I could imagine fucking a guy, because I had heard "a hole is a hole."
My dick had gone down while I walked around. I realized I needed to take a dump, so I headed over to the trough. I remembered to grab some toilet paper. I was uncomfortable sitting out here in the open and doing my business. There were guys wandering around. No one seemed to be paying any attention to what I was doing.
I managed to get it done, but while I was wiping, I was totally embarrassed. It just seemed like something that I should be doing in private. I finished up as fast as I could, and saw the water washing everything away. It was quite a system.
That got me thinking about what this place was. John said that they observed everything. They took guys away and brought in new guys. They controlled food and water. They...' Who the fuck was they?'
Six guys naked 24/7, sleeping and working together. No privacy and an expectation that everyone would have sex with everyone. Not an expectation, but a requirement.
But was John just telling me that so he could fuck me? Or was it real? The only way to test that was to wait 48 hours and see what happened.
I decided that I had been way too hasty in letting John give me a blow job and jerking him off. I had just resigned myself that what he said was true, and that I had no choice in the matter.
I finally resolved that I would not do anything else sexual until the 48 hours were up and see what really happened. And I would test the fridge and water myself and not trust anyone else's word.
I went back over to the cot where this had all started. I pulled off my boots and put on the flip flops. They just seemed more comfortable at the moment.
John had gone off to do something else. I saw guys on the bed fucking and sucking. The moans and groans sounded like real pleasure happening.
I tried to block out the sound, and tried to figure out what was going on. It all seemed surreal, like some kind of dream or nightmare. I mean, I had just finished having fun with Jane, and now I am here in the midst of some mad perverted sexual fantasy of someone's.
I thought back to high school and all the jocks I had known . . . in fact, all the guys I had known, and none of them struck me as being gay. There was the usual slanderous talk about some guy on a team, or in class, if he screwed up and didn't do his best; he was called a fag.
But there was never anyone getting blow jobs from some guy, and the thought of fucking a guy had never even crossed my mind. There were plenty of fit guys at school, and I often saw them naked in the showers.
Sure I had seen my share of dicks there, but I hadn't ogled them or thought about what they looked like hard. Although, come to think of it, Ronnie, the quarterback, seemed to have the longest dick in the shower. And he was forever walking around naked, with his towel around his neck rather than around his waist, like most of the guys.
I had wondered what it would look like hard, in that I wondered how big it got. I had seen enough porn to know that some guys had huge dicks, and I guess I wondered if Ronnie's was one of those.
As I thought about Ronnie, I saw his well-defined, nearly hairless body, as he stood by his locker shooting the shit with the guys around him. His butt was tight; his abs, a six-pack; and strong arms and legs. Fit, in shape, what a guy should look like. Not that I was too far off of that mark, but he seemed to just be a bit better, a bit more masculine.
He had sandy brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a square jaw, with dimples, when he smiled. His smile always seemed so genuine . . . that he was happy or saw humor in almost everything. The only hair he had on his body was in his arm pits and crotch; the rest seemed hairless.
After a workout, the sweat would be evident when he raised his arms, and, in the sun, the drops of perspiration would sparkle in the sunlight.
What was I doing, I thought? I am sitting here picturing a guy in great detail and . . . shit! I am getting hard! What the fuck is wrong with me?
But the picture of Ronnie would not leave my head. I got a picture of him with his giant cock hard, and he was stroking it and laughing, as the guys looked on. Not that he had ever done such a thing. Sure, some of the guys sprung boners when they were freshmen, and still a few when they were sophomores, but not something Ronnie would do.
Then I had an image of him fucking Jane in the ass and smiling at me; me, specifically. As if I was sitting in a room watching him go at it in Jane's ass. Like I wasn't man enough for her! And him smiling, as if to say, you can't satisfy her, but I can.
I shook my head and tried to clear the image, but the next one I had was of him fucking me, and Jane watching. She was laughing, as I was pounded by Ronnie! I didn't have a sensation of him in me; just the force of his pounding on my ass, and the sound of her laughter.
"No!" I said out loud. I got up from my cot and walked over to the showers, covering my cock as I walked. I still heard the sounds of sex from the bed; the smacking of flesh on flesh, and the moaning and groaning of pleasure.
I stepped under the shower with my back to the structure. The water was warm, so it didn't have the effect that I had wanted from a cold shower.
I walked back and took a bar of soap from the holder on the post. I started soaping myself up. When I got to my cock, it was like I had to jerk it. I needed to get off, and I needed to get off now.
At that point, I didn't care if someone was watching or not. I had to do it. I took hold of my dick and stroked it furiously, gritted my teeth, and clinched my dick tightly.
It seemed like only moments before I felt the rush of the climax approaching. It enveloped me, and I arched my back and put my head back and blasted cum 5 or 6 times before the wave began to subside.
I shuddered as I rinsed off my hand and my dick, and wondered what the fuck was going on in my head. I finished showering and looked around for something to dry off with, and found nothing.
I realized that I would quickly dry in this heat. I walked around a bit in the sun, and realized that John was correct. I was going to need sunscreen, and I was going to need someone to apply it.
I saw John over by the kitchen area and walked over to see him. I was hesitant to ask the questions, so it came out in a rush, but a bit incoherent. "John, ah, could you, you know, ah, sunscreen, my back, I mean ..."
He smiled, "Sure, I can help you out." He walked with me over to where there was sunscreen. He squeezed out a good sized amount. "Turn around."
I did, and he began to apply it to my neck, shoulders and back. He did a thorough job, and it felt really good. He put some more into his palm and rubbed the two hands together, and began rubbing it into my back with two hands.
He continued down my back, and, adding more sunscreen, worked on my lower back. He got to my butt, and I said, "I think I can do the rest."
"Are you sure?" he asked, as he rubbed his hands across my ass, and then ran one hand along my crack. For some fucking reason, I moaned. He chuckled.
"No!" I said. "I can do the rest." And then I regretted my tone. "Yes, I can do the rest," I said, in a more conversational tone. "And thank you for doing that."
John smiled and said, "Make sure to put plenty on your dick. It probably hasn't been out in the sun this long, ever!"
He left, and I continued applying the sunscreen. I got my ass and my legs, and then my arms, face, and chest. I got a good sized gob and began rubbing it into my crotch, cock and balls. My dick chubbed up at the attention.
When I was finished, I realized that it was dinner time. I joined the rest of the guys at the picnic table. The table forced us to sit close to each other, and I could feel the heat coming off of their bodies.
At first, they were involved with passing around food. John had prepared dinner. It was grilled chicken with salad, potatoes, and green beans. And it was very good.
Once everyone had their food, their talk turned to other things. There was joking about how Mark had struggled with a particular chunk of wood, calling him weak and unable to do his work. "It had a big knot in it!" he exclaimed.
Greg laughed and said, "Yeah, you just wish you had a big knot in your ass!" I blushed at the comment, but they continued the sexual banter about how long it took for someone to cum, or someone cumming too quick, or not being rough enough when they fucked, and comments of the various sucking abilities.
It was like a bunch of high school guys sitting around and blowing smoke about the great conquests, most of which were complete fantasies. How many girls they had banged, how they had screamed at how big he was, or how they had made them cum; who gave the best blow jobs, etc.
But these guys were talking about what had really happened, I presumed. I know I blushed several times, but didn't contribute to the conversation, nor did they appear to notice that I wasn't part of the conversation.
Talk returned to life around the camp and speculation on what the entertainment would be tonight on the screen. It seemed to be between a new porno movie, a replay of a previous porno movie, or something from the history channel.
"Do you ever get the news?" I asked, stupidly.
"We don't know shit about what is going on out there in the real world. As far as we know, it doesn't exist anymore. Everyone has blown everyone up and there is just this little bit of civilization remaining."
"Well, it was all there yesterday," I said.
They laughed, "That's according to you. How do we know that you aren't lying to us? And how do you know it was yesterday."
Mark said, "This place is so fucking far removed from any place that I know, that it could take a week to get here, and you would never know."
There was agreement to that.
John told me that I would be expected to work on the chopping after dinner. Everyone helped clean up dinner, and then everyone moved over and worked on the wood while it was cooler, until it got too dark to work.
Steve said, "Yeah, and then John gets to take you through the ropes." And they all laughed.
I guess I looked stupid or puzzled. "He is going to take you through the whole sex routine, so that you have completed everything that you need to, so we don't get punished."
I looked at John and then the rest of them. They were dead serious. "How do I know you guys are telling the truth? How do I know that 'they,' whoever the fuck 'they' is, is really there and really going to punish you if I don't fuck you?" I asked, suddenly getting defensive.
"You don't, but you should. Because if you haven't 'participated," he used his fingers to make quotation marks in the air, "by the designated time, and big brother comes on and tells us that it is time to break you in or be punished, then you will be held down, and it will all be at our pace and in our way. But it will happen."
"Guys," I said, standing up and backing away from the table, "I think I am going to wait until I hear that. If I do, I promise you, that I will 'participate,' and I made the quote marks in the air, "doing whatever necessary."
My stomach clenched at the thought of what that meant. I wondered, if that were to happen, would I be able to do it voluntarily?
John said, "I understand why you are saying that, and I am in complete agreement with that. Should you change your mind before that, let me know." He smiled. "As the longest term guy here, it is up to me to introduce the new guy into all aspects of our life here." He didn't seem the least bit embarrassed about the `all aspects' of life here.
I nodded my head and said, "Thank you." I looked at the other guys, and they nodded.
I was silent while I helped clear the tables, and that seemed to keep anyone else from chatting.
After dinner, everyone put their work boots on and grabbed their gloves. We headed over to the wood pile, and John showed me the process. It was the basics: take the wheel of wood and chop it into size for fireplaces.
I had done this forever at my parent's place. That thought brought back thoughts of them and that life. Emotion hit me right between the eyes. John saw it and said, "Home?"
I nodded. He said, "It happens, and we all understand." He patted me on the shoulder, and I didn't draw back.
I wiped my eyes and took the axe and set to work on the pile of wood that was designated as mine. It was strange, working naked, and having your dick flopping around as you moved.
I took a quick glance at the other guys, and saw their dicks flopping around as well, and they seemed to not be noticing it. I figured it was something that you just had to get used to.
I got into a rhythm then, and just kept at it. I didn't see anyone else; I just hit the wood. Often, I swung the axe as if I was hitting the people that did this to me. And I found I was getting exhausted with such powerful swings.
So I changed my pace and technique, and just attacked the wood.
Finally, John came over and tapped me on the shoulder. "That's it for tonight. You did really well for your first day."
"I have done this before." I hesitated, and said, "before ...," and let it die out.
He nodded. "Come on; time to get that sweat off of you." I saw the guys moving off, pulling off their gloves.
I sat down on my cot and took off my work boots and socks. I stacked them and my gloves at the end of my cot, and headed over to the showers.
Everyone was there, and there seemed to be a lot of horseplay and kidding going on. Mark stood taking a leak under his shower, and Paul gave him a bad time about spraying him with it. Mark laughed and said, "Yeah, you just wish I had saved it for you to drink!"
What the fuck? I thought. Drinking piss! How fucking gross was that!
Then Steve said, "Well, I guess Paul is going to have to rest up tonight; I think he used up all of his energy this afternoon."
Paul laughed and responded, "You are just pissed because you didn't get a chance to ride the bull!" and he clutched his cock.
Such banter was beyond me. So I took my shower, and walked around under the structure until I was dry.
Everyone was gathering on various beds and cots, and the lights were dimming in the structure, and the screen lit up. It was a big screen, and could be seen from almost anywhere in the structure. Sound came from speakers throughout the roof of the structure, but you really couldn't see them.
There were no preliminary comments, or credits; it just started in on a movie. It started out with a guy in, what I guessed was, his house. He was walking around in boxers and a t-shirt. He was a fit, athletic guy. He was reading the newspaper, when the doorbell rang.
He answered it, and the guy said that he was the cable repairman to fix the TV. The repairman was in coveralls, but seemed to be the same kind of fit guy.
While the repairman worked, the boxer guy stood around and watched. The cable guy was on his back fixing the TV. There was a shot from his angle, and it was up the legs of the boxers shorts, and showed the guy's dick and balls.
The cable guy ended up getting a bulge in his crotch, and the boxer guy noticed. The boxer guy then squeezed his own dick in response to the sight of the bulge.
The cable guy raised up and pulled the guy's dick out through the fly of the shorts. He started sucking on the guy. Boxer guy took the cable guy's head in his hands, and began guiding him on his cock.
I looked around and saw that the guys all had boners, and some were fondling each other.
Back on the movie, the cable guy had pulled down the boxer guy's shorts, and was really working his dick.
Boxer guy pulled cable guy up and unzipped his coveralls, revealing a white t-shirt and briefs. He managed to get the guy out of the coveralls, and knelt in front of the bulging white briefs. He pulled them down and went to work on cable guy's dick.
At this point, I realized that I, too, was hard, and had been absentmindedly rubbing my crotch.
Cable guy leaned over, sucking boxer guy, and began rubbing boxer guy's ass. Boxer guy was kneading cable guy's ass.
It progressed to cable guy licking boxer guy's hole! Really? How could a guy lick another guy's asshole.
Then cable guy was sticking his dick into boxer guy's ass, and boxer guy seemed to be getting pleasure from this. And cable guy sure seemed to like having his dick in the guy's ass.
I was mesmerized. I had glimpsed this with the guys this afternoon, but this was graphic and, in some cases, close ups of the whole process. I was now stroking myself.
I looked around and saw that there was some mutual stroking going on, and Mark was actually sucking on Paul's dick, while Paul rubbed his hand through Mark's hair.
Back on the screen, cable guy had pulled out, and was shooting all over boxer's hole, and then pushing the pulsing head back inside boxer guy.
Cable guy fed boxer guy the cum from around and in his hole, and he gobbled it down. Seriously? Eating another guy's cum?
And then they flip-flopped positions, and boxer guy was lapping at cable guy's hole, and then the whole fucking process began again. This seemed to go on much longer this time.
I looked around, and the guys were all stroking away, or being sucked, and seemed to be getting a great deal of enjoyment out of it, and not caring if anyone saw what they were doing or not.
I had been slowly stroking myself, and then, as boxer guy was fucking cable guy with long deep slow thrusts, and both were so obviously enjoying it, I began to stroke harder and faster.
I found myself wishing that boxer guy would cum, because I wanted to cum with him! I was gasping, as I felt the impact of the climax impending upon me. He pulled out and shot on the guy's hole, and them jammed it back in, and I began to shoot then!
Oh fuck! That was a powerful orgasm! Fuck! I thought, as I flung the cum from my fingers and used a sock to wipe up the ropes that had landed on my chest. And that had been my third orgasm of the day!
I heard the guys around me moaning and groaning, and even a long drawn out "FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!" as they came.
I lay back on the cot panting. Why would that turn me on? What did the guy getting fucked get out of that? Why did he appear to be enjoying it so much? I didn't understand, and even more confounding was that I had gotten turned on by it.
Was it just because it was sex? And I was turned on by sex? Or was it that I was turned on by a man having sex with a man? That couldn't be it, could it?
The movie came to an end, with the two men naked on the rug, kissing and hugging. I couldn't get my mind around even that. A man kissing another man; really?
Another movie started, and this one seemed to be a historical representation of the Roman age. It told about the senate, and how the government worked; it talked about commerce, and then on to sports.
In all cases, it showed the athletes naked, as they participated in the sports. These were very athletic men competing. All were uncut and seemed to pay no attention to the fact that they were all nude. I had wondered where they had gotten the actors to portray these parts.
Then it showed the Roman baths, and men sitting around naked and talking. It showed a few with hardons, and their foreskin stretched tight over the head of their swollen cocks.
Guys were absently stroking themselves; others were involved in stroking each other. Then there were shots of highly erotic scenes of blow jobs. I mean, it seemed so sensual in what they were doing, and the enjoyment each was providing and getting.
And then there was a scene of them fucking and, in this case, it, too, was highly sensuous, as they stroked each other's bodies, applying oils, and each one enjoying the attention, and giving of attention, so much, and the actual act of fucking almost seemed like an act of love. Both rose to a huge climax, with the guy getting screwed cumming without touching himself! Did that really happen? A guy could cum without touching himself?
It shifted to the slaves and their lives of servitude, and how they had to wait on their masters and mistresses hand and foot, even to sexual desires.
And then it moved on to the gladiators and the scenes in their baths and "locker" rooms, and the intense, rough, dominating sex that went on there.
I was hard again, but getting tired. I drifted off during some fight scene.
During the night, John woke me and told me I had been tossing and yelling in my sleep. I didn't remember anything. He patted me on the shoulder as a father would do to a son. I rolled over and went back to sleep.
The next morning, I was out to work with the guys, and the day pretty much progressed like the day before. There was the after-lunch orgy, and the evenings entertainment started out with a food show, and then went to a movie where guys were using fruits and vegetables in erotic manners.
A guy was fucking a watermelon while his friends watched. It looked like something out of a frat party. Another guy inserted a large cucumber up his ass, and seemed to be totally getting off on it.
Someone else had smeared peanut butter all over his dick and balls, and another guy was licking it off.
Over and over there were scenes of sex and food. Once again, I was driven to masturbating, and I had already cum once in the shower that day, when I had gotten so hard I had to do something about it.
And, once again, John had to wake me up; he asked me if I wanted him to stay with me. I said `no,' and, as I was drifting off to sleep, I wondered if that was an invitation to have sex, or merely to keep me company while I slept. I had seen the guys in a pair, and a threesome spooning on the beds, arms draped over each other as they slept.
The morning was different. Everyone seemed sullen when I woke up and looked around. I looked at John, and he pointed to the screen.
It displayed in large words across the screen. "Josh has not participated in all forms of sex with other members of the team. Until he does so, there will be no food or water."
I went over to the faucet in the kitchen and turned it on; nothing came out. I pulled on the handle of the fridge and freezer; they didn't budge. I felt a wave of panic wash over me as I looked around and saw the looks of concern, displeasure and, in Mark's case, hostility.
John said, "Are you satisfied?"
I could only nod my head. John led me over to one of the larger beds. He lay on the bed, propping himself up on his arms and spreading his legs. It was an invitation to blow him.
I swallowed the panic in my throat. I looked around, and everyone was gathered around to watch. I blushed a deep red, as I moved up on the bed on my hands and knees, and knelt between his legs.
John spoke quietly to me. "Take it and play with it, explore it, and when you are ready, taste it. You know what to do from there. Just the same way I did to you."
I had taken his hard dick in my hand on the first day, so this shouldn't be any different, but it was. He was soft, and I had an audience.
I took his soft dick in my hand and felt it, and really looked at it. I saw how the piss slit was slightly set back on the head, and how he had a bit of skin left from his circumcision. His balls were warm and silky, as I rolled them around in my hand. I leaned in closer and took in his smell. There was a clean soapy smell, but also a musky smell that seemed to draw me in.
I buried my nose in his pubic hair and inhaled, trying to take in every nuance of the fragrances that I could get. I realized where I was, and I blushed.
He just patted my head and said, "You are doing fine. Take it at your own pace."
Closing my eyes and taking his warm, soft dick in my hand, I tentatively stuck out my tongue and tasted the tip of his cock. It began to swell almost immediately, and I almost forgot to taste what my tongue had brought in to my mouth.
There was nothing bad in the taste, and there was a certain savory taste. I licked a bigger swatch across the head of his dick. I got something more this time. He must have been leaking precum, but I tasted a salty taste along with the savory taste. Neither were bad.
His dick was nearly rigid by now. I closed my eyes and leaned forward, and took the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it and along the piss slit.
He moaned then, and I wondered if I was really giving him pleasure. I reached down and, as I suspected, I was now hard as well. Why?
I went back to trying to remember everything that John had done to me when he blew me that first day. I seemed to be doing something right, because he was moaning and moving my head in the speed he wanted. I used one hand and my mouth on his dick, while the other hand played with his balls.
I kept my eyes closed; I didn't want to see the other guys standing around watching this. I supposed they were hard and stroking themselves as I did this. Did that excite me or repulse me?
I couldn't worry about that; I was busy trying to please John. Really? I thought. I was trying to please him? But I realized I was. I wanted to get him off, as he had done me, and I wanted to do it correctly. Why did I want that?
But I went back to working on his dick with determination. He began to moan and say, "Yeah, just like that!" This encouraged me.
I kept at it, and soon he said, "I'm going to cum!" As I went to pull my head off of his dick, he held it in place with two strong arms, and my mouth was filled with his spunk. I had to swallow some, but some flowed out of my mouth and dripped along my chin.
I came off his cock, coughing. For some reason, I wiped my chin and licked my fingers clean. I realized what I had done, after I swallowed. I looked at John and he was smiling.
He pointed to the screen. It said:
Josh's induction: Fellatio - active X Fellatio - passive X Anal intercourse - active Anal intercourse - passive
They were watching! Fuck! I looked around and saw the other four guys standing around the bed . . . all with smiles and rock hard dicks that they were stroking.
I panicked and started to jump. John grabbed me and said, "Don't panic. You are doing great, and your feelings are all okay. We have all experienced them." He looked around and chuckled, "Well, maybe not Paul, because he was practically a cock sucker when he started walking!"
It must be an oft-repeated joke, because he didn't seem offended, and everyone gave him either a thumbs up or a poke on the shoulder.
John moved over beside me. "Okay, we are going to take what you probably think is the hardest step next, and leave the easiest for last."
He had me roll over onto my back. He pushed my legs up in the air, until my knees were practically touching my shoulders. He leaned down and blew on my hole. Oh fuck!
That felt amazing! And then his tongue touched my hole. I gasped, and there was some tittering around the bed from the observers. "It happens every first time," one of them said. "And I never get enough of it," someone else said.
Someone else said, "Well, make a date with Paul, because he loves rimming." Was that what it was called?
All I knew was . . . it was the most amazing feeling there ever was. I could probably cum from him doing that. I was stroking my dick while he did that. I was to a place where I didn't care who saw me jerking; I just wanted off.
John raised his head long enough to say, "Don't cum." And then he went back to my hole. His tongue probed deeply into my hole. At first, I had resisted, but then I had relaxed and let him do whatever he wanted.
In a bit, I felt something pushing at my hole and heard John whisper, "Relax and push out." I followed his instructions and gasped, as his finger, I guess, worked it's way inside my ass.
He moved it around and around the rim, and removed his tongue, letting his finger now excite me. I didn't know it, but he was using in the axle grease, that the men used for lube, to loosen me up with and make it easier.
When the second finger went in, he hit a spot in there that sent electric shock waves through my whole body. My body spasmed and there was a chuckle from the audience. "Always happens the first time the prostate is tapped."
I was moaning now, and he continued to move around the rim, stretching my hole and tapping that spot. At this point, I would do anything to keep him touching me there.
He added a third finger, and I felt a twinge of pain, but he continued pressing on that magic button, and I didn't seem to care.
He kept this up for a while, and then I felt movement on the bed and felt his fingers withdrawing, as something else pushed against my hole. "Push out like you are taking a dump, and relax," he whispered into my ear, as his face was now near mine.
I still kept my eyes squeezed shut, as if shutting out the reality of what was happening. I felt him enter me, and gasped out in pain. "Breathe" he whispered. I did, and he moved slowly, giving me a chance to adjust each time I let out a gasp.
Finally, I felt his public hairs on my ass and his balls against my butt. He leaned in and put his lips on mine. I gasped, and let his tongue in. I attacked it with my mouth, as he twitched his cock in my ass. Oh fuck! It was driving me crazy!
And then he moved and hit that wonderful spot again, and all I could do was moan into his open mouth. He began a slow pace of gradually drawing out and then sinking in. Each time the flare of his head hit me there, I squeezed down on his dick.
Is this why all those guys had expressions of pleasure on their face when they had a cock up their ass? Oh, fuck! I knew why now!
I was panting into John's mouth and couldn't get enough of his tongue or his lips. My eyes were still closed as he began to speed up. The increase in friction was electrifying! "Oh fuck!" I cried out.
"Open your eyes," he whispered to me. I did, and saw the compassion on his face, and the pleasure there as well. He was getting off on this, and I was, too! I couldn't believe that I was acknowledging that, but I was, and it was so intense!
I clamped down hard on his dick and squeezed, increasing my pleasure, and obviously his, as he grew more passionate in his kissing and tongue action.
I began to breath in panting gasps, wanting him to increase the speed and the intensity, and then it just slipped out, as I said, "Fuck me harder!" I didn't hear the comments from the audience at that, and didn't care.
I wrapped my legs around his body and, using my heels, urged him to go faster and deeper. Oh fuck!
Then I felt it approaching. At first, I thought it was his wave building, bringing him ever closer to the brink, but I realized it had to be mine.
I began gasping then, as it overwhelmed me, and I began to shoot gob after gob of cum onto my stomach, which was smashed against his.
At the same time, I was aware of a sensation in my ass; of his dick swelling and pulsating; and the warmth of his cum firing into my ass. He hugged me tight and completely covered my nose and mouth with his mouth, so that all I could breathe was the air in his lungs. This went on for what seemed like an hour at that moment, until I began to get light-headed.
He released me, and I collapsed back onto the bed. My head thrashed back and forth as my body continued to respond to the orgasm that was draining out of my body.
When I finally blinked my eyes open and tried to focus, I heard clapping. I looked up and around at the 4 men there, smiling and clapping. I would have blushed, but I was still too wound up in the shattering erotic exercise my body had just gone through and delivered to me.
John leaned in and whispered into my ear, "You were wonderful, Josh."
I looked at him. I still had my legs wrapped around him. "It was amazing," I whispered. "You were amazing!"
He smiled and kissed me again.
"Want a little break before you have a go at it?" I just nodded. I released my grip on his body and brought my legs down. He moved out from between my legs, and I dropped an arm across my eyes, which I closed, while I tried to sort out everything that had happened.
I had just been fucked by a guy! And I had enjoyed it! No, I loved it! And, I had been watched by four other men while I was being fucked! Fuck! Where was reality? This really couldn't be happening to me! This had to be some sort of sick, warped, drugged out dream. Maybe I was sprawled in my truck someplace, sleeping off some drug that someone had slipped into my drink.
I wiped at the sweaty cum on my stomach and brought some up. I smelled it. It had that bleachy smell of cum and the stink of perspiration. Hadn't I read someplace that you couldn't smell in your dreams.
I still had my eyes closed and my arm over my eyes. I melted into the bed and laid there, reveling in the sensations that still rattled around my brain and my body.
John's voice said, "Here, drink this."
I held up a hand and John put a cold glass into it. "Here, I'll help you sit up."
He pulled up on my neck, until I had raised up, and then he supported me with his body.
I greedily drank down the cold water. It seemed to revive me, and I opened my eyes and looked at John's. "You are amazing!" I said, with a sad smile on my face.
I was sad because I really felt liked I loved what he had done and, yeah, him. And if that was true, then my whole other life had been a sham, a put on, or something. Was it even real? This felt real, and definitely in the `here and now.'
John was fondling my dick and balls, and they reacted accordingly, and soon I was rock hard again. John smiled and said, "My turn!"
He rolled onto his back in the same position I had been. He handed me some axle grease, and I lubed up my shaft and rubbed some in his hole. "You don't have to get me loosened up; just go for it," he whispered to me.
And, suddenly, it was just the two of us again. I slid into him and realized I had never felt anything so tight and warm engulf my cock. Fuck! I buried myself to the hilt and kept it there for a moment, watching the look of pleasure wash across John's face.
And then, using stuff I had done before, when I was screwing, and stuff that John had used on me, I went to work on his ass. I found I could pound a bit more aggressively with him, and at an increased pace.
He wrapped his legs around my ass, and pushed me deeper inside him. That drove me crazy, and I went to work with a passion. I felt the on-rush of the train of passion, became lost in the fog of lust, and just went for it.
Soon, I was filling up his ass, and he was spraying our stomach with his seed. I had been kissing him as he had done to me, and I was blown out of my mind by all of it, when the earth shattered and I fired my final blast into his ass.
I slumped down on top of him when he released his legs. I held onto him and shuddered from the depth of pleasure that had rocked me. I raised my head and looked into his eyes, saw the twinkling smile there, and said, "I love you."
He smiled and said, "And I love you, too, Josh. We all love you."
I looked around and saw the face-splitting smiles from the four guys standing around us as they applauded. I looked at the screen, and everything had a check box.
The water was running, and the fridge was unlocked; and, upon opening, we found a case of beer. I was told it would be a non-work day.
So, as I was patted on the back and we drank beer, the touching became bolder and bolder, until I was holding guy's dicks, and they were touching mine and slapping my ass.
I don't know what came over me, but, for some reason, I became all emotional. I said, "I love you all and I want all of you to fuck me!"
They laughed and took me over to the biggest bed. They laid me on my stomach and put a pillow under my crotch, and proceeded, one by one, to fuck me. During this, I was fed cock as guy after guy laid down face up (or crotch up) under my face.
It suddenly dawned on me what this must look like from the outside. Here I was lying there while guy after guy plowed my ass. I was being observed and used at both ends. And I was loving it!
That was six months ago, and everything became routine after that. Work, meals, and sex. Everyone shared everyone around, and it was true that Paul really was the slut of the group. During work, he would request a break, and then bend over in front of someone, and stay that way until someone fucked him, to the laughter of everyone else.
I learned a great deal more about man to man sex, and even got a taste of Mark's piss. That really wasn't my scene, but I gladly provided beverage for guys that wanted recycled liquids.
They showed me so many different positions and combinations that I had never even thought of. And we had sex all over the compound . . . anyplace, anytime, and with anyone.
I was as tan as the next guy, and could tell each of them apart by the taste and smell of their dicks. We knew each other's bodies intimately, and I became totally needy to their presence.
For one week, a big long pit was flooded with water. It became a neck deep swimming hole for us. It seemed it was the hottest part of the year, and this respite was provided. We frolicked and played and didn't have to chop wood that week.
The first time the truck arrived with new wood, and to take away the chopped wood, I saw the men in clothes. They seemed to be the same as us . . . white, athletic men. They didn't say anything. We unloaded all the uncut wood, and loaded all the chopped wood, while they waited under the structure.
One of the guys stopped Paul and pointed to a bed. Paul went over and got on all fours while the man moved up behind him and lowered his pants enough to expose his dick, and began to fuck Paul. The other truck driver watched. When the guy had finished with Paul, the other truck driver pointed out Mark, and they went at it.
It seemed like it was just part of the process. We never knew if it was required of them to do it, or if it was some sick thing on their part to demean us or something, but we all put out for them. It wasn't any big deal. They weren't mean, and they were good at it, and didn't hurt or abuse us.
I wondered if they had some sort of arrangement at their camp that was similar to ours. The truck drivers were different three times in a row, and then the guys would begin to repeat, but not always the same teams. The same six always came, but in different combinations.
They wore jeans with belts, and loose fitting button up shirts, and a hat. I once wondered about switching places with one of them and mentioned it to John. He shook his head. "Somehow, they always know. The truck won't start without the right two guys in it, and they have to be dressed.
John and I spent more time together than we did with any of the others. We always played around with everyone, but we usually ended up sleeping together, showering together, and even going to the toilet at the same time.
But, then, one morning when I woke up, John was gone and a new man was there. He said his name was Greg. Paul, now being the most senior, took Greg through the whole induction process.
I had a big hollow spot inside, with the loss of John. I wondered what had happened to him, and why they had to take him away from me.
I participated, as required, with Greg's induction, and he didn't seem to be as freaked out as I was. Like the others, I didn't volunteer anything when he asked about our pasts. The past didn't exist; only this place. And, now, I found out that even here, things could change.
Finally, I got out of my slump. Mainly, because Mark went out of his way to befriend me. Soon, Mark and I were inseparable and became a team.
The fucking and sucking, again, was the powerful be all to end all to our existence there. As the months between trucks piled up, I wondered how long it would be before I was taken from the camp, and wondered if I would again see John in the next stage of this life.