Went Looking A homoerotic tale,not for the faint of heart, by Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk [Watersports, S&M, group]
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Chapter Six
I rose with some difficulty as my various bones and joints resumed their normal positions, my cock for some reason was once again almost erect to my great astonishment and my bruised balls weighed down and dragging between my legs. He grabbed hold of the chain around my neck and half pulled,half led me out into the dim moonlight. Suddenly I felt much more naked, my nude body from its dripping hair and cum covered face to bare feet out in the open for all the world to see.
I knew we were so far away from the street lights and anyway half under the trees that nobody from the flats or far side of the playing fields could see, yet even so, there was something about being out in the open air that made me feel exposed in a way that had not happened in the dirty toilet room. It was the same group of men hanging around to watch my body get used and abused, the same group of men half hoping for a chance to join in that abuse judging from from the comments I'd been hearing.
Then it got worse! I was led, placed, under the framework of a swing unit where the seat was missing and found my arms lifted above my head to be fastened attached by the leather wrist restraints to the chains that still dangled down, the remainder of the dirty chains wrapped round my neck. My legs were kicked apart and another set of straps fixed to my ankles to be fastened off somewhere on the frame. The weight of chain encouraged my head to fall and for the first time I really became aware of what the others were seeing. It was one thing to feel the piss and cum, and trainer clad feet, make contact with my body, to feel the dirty sticky floor under it, but now that I could really see its condition I should have been ashamed of myself.
Every part I could see was covered in dirt and cum splashes except where piss streams had created runnels through the grime. My cock was felt as if ready to break and my balls again swollen, both trapped by metal rings and starting to ache, as was my bladder. This was crazy, I'd shot my load and emptied my bladder already, where was this coming from? It wasn't cold out anyway but for some reason my body seemed to be glowing internally and the slight breeze was actually enjoyable where if fell against my naked body.
I was a filthy boy, I knew that. Strung up to be more exposed and vulnerable than ever. I was going to be abused and at some time I'd been promised that huge black cock was going to violate my arse as it had never been mucking around at college. I should have been a little afraid, I defiantly should have been ashamed but neither idea ever entered my mind. It was partially that tablet reacting on my body I realised later on, but it was fully in agreement with my mind. I wanted it, I wasn't ashamed, why should I be? Other men were getting their enjoyment from watching this dirty boy get abused and I was getting mine from the knowledge they were doing so.
The surly one stood before me and wrenched my head upright to spit into my face, 'You pissed up my legs boy didn't you?' I nodded. I suppose you think that's funny?' He was actually grinning. I nodded again. He slapped my face back and forth and then did the same to my cock. 'Still funny?' I smiled, sort off. He pulled my hed forward and without warning his lips were crushed against mine, he made no effort to wipe my face first and his tongue was attempting to go where his cock had earlier without pause. We exchanged saliva and attempted to suffocate each other for several minutes, well he did. My head couldn't move much anyway but I had no objection to his administrations, or to his fingers probing away at my rear.
Finally pulling away and bringing his smelly fingers up to wipe across my mouth he grinned at me, 'I'm going to hurt you boy. Do you think I should gag you?' I nodded at him, what was with all this nodding? Had I lost the power of speech? I knew there was a silly smile on my face but surely I could answer simple questions like that. Well! Now I couldn't! From somewhere appeared my old running slip which he quickly tore open and rolling it up fed it across my readily open mouth and behind my head. This was better than that ring gag, something to bite on, even if it as soaked in piss and god knew what else.
He turned away only to be replaced by the big black figure who'd started all this fun. 'I do hope you're really up for all this,' he brushed his hand over my erect nipples and my body jerked against its restraints, Id never known them so sensitive. He pinched one lightly and his other hand brushed lower to grab at my balls just as a belt stroke landed across my arse. I yelled, or would have done if not gagged.
And so it continued, it seemed for ages. His hands working up and down, first my nipples, then my cock or balls, got pinched and squeezed as the strokes got laid across my arse and back, my body swinging and jerking, my weighted balls when free from his hand being swung against my thighs. It seemed to go on for ages but actually couldn't have been that long as I heard him count off to twelve strokes before the gag was removed and I just hung against the wrist straps., gasping and stinging.
'Do you think you're ready for the main course now?'
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I do hope you have enjoyed this effort to entertain. If so you may also like to savour my other stories held in the Nifty Archive. Seek under Prolific Authors, 'Ant-Boy'.
Also – published effort to entertain: Subs Deliverance by Anthony Thomas Paperback: 189 pages ISBN: 978-1-935509-08-0 Available from Amazon and all good Gay Bookshops.