A gay story: Gauntlet Chapter One
I had just turned 18 and was half way through college. So far I had led a very sheltered life. My parents had wrapped me in cotton wool. I was there lovely blond blue eyed boy and they were determined that no harm should come to me. College was so different from secondary school. It was a lot more relaxed and of course the students were a lot older. I was a shy boy and was still to find my sexual feet as it were. Girls seemed like strange creatures to me but I liked them very much. They seemed to want to mother me when I was around them. As for members of my own sex? I liked them too. So this is where all my confusion began. Constantly I would ask myself. ‘Am I gay?’ I really didn’t know the answer to that one. I knew I liked both boys and girls so I guess that made me bisexual. So it was decided then, that’s what I am. I thought to myself, this situation can’t be too bad. I can have the best of both worlds. Having made up my mind I felt a lot happier in myself.
So here I was in digs at college, happy but terribly hard up for cash. I just had to get some kind of job. I didn’t want to sponge off my parents forever that’s for sure. So while in the local news agents I got hold of one of those free papers that are full of adverts. That night I took it home and started scouring the jobs vacant ads. At first nothing really appealed until I saw a very small classified ad at the very bottom of the page.
It read.
Young man wanted for sporting event.
Applicants must be strong and very fit.
Good remuneration for the right person.
Please contact:
The advert went on to give a mobile phone number.
I was not particularly sporting but I did like to keep myself fit. I belonged to a small weight lifting club. I had joined the club in a vain attempt to try and build up my physique. I was always conscious of my lean body and try as I did to put on muscle it never happened. There was not an ounce of fat on me but I believed pound for pound I was quite strong for my size. Also when at secondary school I did a lot of running. I was very proud of the two half marathons that I had run.
The next day I rang the number. The guy on the other end of the line sounded very friendly and after listening to my qualifications asked me to meet him at his house later that day. The man’s house was just a short motorbike ride away from my college digs. When I got there I was amazed to see how big the house was. It stood in its own grounds surrounded by large woodlands. I didn’t have any idea how many acres it stood in but I was guessing quite a lot. Wow, I thought. These people must be loaded!
The house had a long sweeping driveway leading up to a heavy oak door set in a very grand looking porch. The door had one of those old fashioned brass bell pulls. I reached up and gave it a yank.
I could hear bells chiming away deep inside the house. Then I heard the door lock being snapped open. When it opened and a very tall smartly dressed man stood before me. I suppose he was in his early forties. He gave me a broad grin and ushered me inside.
“Hello young man, it is very nice to meet you, have you come about the job?” He held out his hand for me to shake it.
I took his hand and shook it. He had a grip like a vice. “Y..y..yes.” I stammered
“Come through to the lounge and tell me all about yourself.” He held out his arm and pointed the way.
The man’s lounge was breath taking. It had beautiful oak panelling all around the walls and there were animal head trophies adorning them. I could see this man was probably a very keen hunter and I was in no doubt about his wealth.
He pointed to a Chesterfield sofa and asked me to take a seat, which I did.
The man sat opposite me. “Now first and foremost, what is your name?”
“My name is Brian Jones.” I replied in a faltering voice.
The man smiled. “Well, it is very nice to meet you Brian. You don’t mind if I call you Brian do you? I am the sort of person who does not stand on formality.”
I looked at him nervously. “No not at all, in fact it I am very comfortable with that.”
He smiled again. “Oh please don’t be nervous of me. I don’t bite I can assure you. My name is Marc Austen. I am a retired CEO of a very large company.”
Marc went on to tell me how he had loved hunting in Africa and other parts of the world but as species became more and more extinct he had to draw a line under it all. Now hunting was just a distant memory to him.
He clasped his hands over his knees and leaned back.
“Now, you must be curious to know what that little job I have advertised is all about?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Yes, you have me intrigued, is it something to do with sports centres or something?”
He chuckled. “No nothing like that. It is more to do with the thing I love most of all and that of course is hunting.”
I shook my head. “I am sorry you have lost me. I know nothing about hunting.”
Marc’s gaze was penetrating, it burned into me.
“I must say you are a handsome lad and just by looking at you I feel sure you will meet the needs of my colleagues and me.” His smile broadened.
His comment flattered me. “Well thanks Mr Austen but what exactly does the job curtail?”
He leaned back in his chair. “Please, no formalities for the moment. Call me Marc.”
I nodded “Yes OK Marc.”
He went on. “Now let me ask you a few questions. If any of them bother you or you feel uncomfortable at all let me know and I will stop the interview at once and you are free to leave. Is that alright with you Brian?”
I was becoming even more intrigued about the job. “Yes, fine with me.”
“Firstly, may I ask how much you need the money?”
I was surprised by the directness of that question. “Well…I…err….Well I am pretty hard up right now that’s for sure. The advert said good remuneration!”
Marc smiled again. “Yes I think for someone who is short of a shilling or two this little job would certainly help them along.”
I was warming to the man. “May I ask what it pays?”
He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “I will come to that in a moment young man. Let me probe you a little more to start with. I don’t want you running out on me just yet.”
I smiled back. “Yes OK Marc, fire away.”
“Now let me see, you keep yourself pretty fit yes?”
I replied that I did.
“And you are fond of sport?”
“Yes I am.”
“And you are a good runner?”
Again I replied yes.
Marc nodded and looked very pleased. “You certainly seem like the right person for the job we have in mind Brian.”
The interview was frustrating me. All these questions and I still had no idea what I was applying for!
Marc’s face took on a serious look. “OK my lad let me lay it on the line for you. My friends and I like to hunt. As I have already mentioned hunting animals today is frowned upon. So we have had to come up with other methods and ideas. What we came up with is this. We decided that our quarry would be human. He would have to be very fit and be able to run for a long time without getting too fatigued. For this service we would pay this individual a good sum of money.”
He saw the look of alarm in my face. “Y…you….want to hunt a human being?”
Marc’s smile returned. “Yes we do but not in the way you may be thinking. The sport would be in trying to catch you. I can see this is not sitting comfortably with you so let me explain a little more. My colleagues and I are gay men. We all like hunting and we all like beautiful young males. That is without doubt. You my dear Brian tick all the right boxes. You are fit, very handsome and in need of money.”
He leaned back in his chair to gauge my reaction. “Well Marc, you are quite right. This does not sit well with me. I am not sure that I want to be hunted down by a load of gay men. What happens to me when you all catch me?”
“You should say ‘if’ we catch you Brian. There is no guarantee of that. That is where the sport comes into it. If you manage to get from A to B without capture nothing at all will happen to you. You will be free to go your own way. In a nutshell, you will have won the game. And that would be all credit to you dear boy.”
I ran the scenario in my head as Marc was speaking. A group of gay men wanted to chase me through some woods. If I got to the other side I was home and dry but if I did not……?
I snapped out of my thoughts. “Tell me Marc? If you and your friends catch me, what then?”
He laughed. “Well, unlike animal prey you would not be killed. But of course as we are all gay then I think what will happen to you is quite obvious. You would get well and truly fucked my lad.”
My jaw dropped on hearing that. “Well Mr Austen, I think this is where you and I part company.” I got up to leave.
Marc also stood up. “Ah hah, formality has returned I see. And here is me thinking you needed money!”
I sat back down again. “May I ask what you would be offering then?”
Marc sat back down as well. “Well I did say in the advert that the pay is good did I not? And I am a man of my word. How does £1,000 for one session sound to you?”
I was gob smacked when he mentioned that amount of money. “£1,000!”
“Yes you heard correctly one thousand smacker roonies. I see I have well and truly got your attention now Brian.” He laughed out loud.
“Not a bad day’s work if I do say it myself.” He continued to smile at my open mouthed surprise.
I was totally lost for words. One thousand pounds, I kept repeating the amount in my head…..one….thousand…..pounds! I don’t think I had ever seen that amount of money in my life!
Marc was grinning from ear to ear now. “I seem to have got your full attention now my dear boy. Suddenly the job has some appeal does it not?”
I was hesitant in answering. “I….I….am still not sure about it all Marc. I have not had any gay experiences in my life as yet. I am still unsure about my sexuality.”
“My dear boy, the moment I opened my front door and saw you standing there in all your wonderful glory my gaydar was going off in my head. You are gay Brian but it has not been winkled out of you yet. It would be an honour for my friends and me to help you blossom and find your true self.”
“But…but…I like girls Marc.”
“Of course you do dear boy. Aren’t you the lucky one? If you get fed up with one sex you can fall back on another. I envy you.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know about this Marc. It would be such a challenge for me. I have never had a gay experience in my life. Now a bunch of you want to have me in the most bizarre of circumstances.”
He nodded. “Yes I am sure this is difficult for you to get your head around Brian. So I will let you have a good think about it. My friends and I would not want you to feel pressured in any way. You would have to volunteer your body to us free and willingly. We would want nothing else. If you can’t do that then so be it. You are not obliged to do anything you don’t want to.”
I whistled through my teeth. “I wouldn’t want to pass up an opportunity of getting my hands on a thousand quid that’s for sure. But to be hunted down and raped by a group of gay men sounds very daunting to me.”
Marc laughed. “Well I wouldn’t call it rape dear boy. It’s not rape if it is consensual on your part. And I feel deep down in my heart of hearts that you are the sort of person who would get a great thrill out of the chase. There has to be an element of pain and danger to it otherwise where would the fun be in it?”
I had to agree with him but I still had my reservations about it all. “Can I go away and think about it Marc?”
He nodded. “Yes by all means do that but don’t leave it too long. I am sure others will jump at the chance to experience what we are offering.”
“Have you had many volunteers for this experience then?” I asked
He smiled. “Of course, many young men have put themselves up for it and have had a wonderful time. And of course enjoyed the money.”
I was beginning to warm to the idea but still wanted to think on it. “I am sure I will take you up on your offer Marc but can I get back to you tomorrow?”
He stood up. “Yes of course, get back to me as soon as you can. The weekend is coming up and my friends and I are eager for another chase. I am sure when they see you they will love you in more ways than one!” He was laughing as he led me back to that massive front door.
My head was in a spin as I rode my small motorcycle down Marc’s long driveway. I lay on my bed that night turning the whole thing over and over in my head. As I thought about it my cock started to engorge. ‘Well,’ I thought. ‘You seem to like the idea!’ I then gave that naughty piece of meat all the attention it craved. I yanked on it for over 30 minutes as I wanted to savour those delicious feelings for as long as possible. As I wanked away my head was filled with the fantasy of being hunted down and ravaged. The orgasm I had when the release finally came was intense. My cum shot right up my stomach and hit me squarely under my chin. Some of it even caught part of my face. I guess it was at that moment I had made up my mind. I would contact Marc in the morning and let him know they had some new meat to hunt.
Chapter Two
Mark had given me his mobile phone number and I rang him early the next morning. He sounded extremely pleased with my decision. It was now Wednesday and he wanted to set up a hunt with his friends for this coming weekend.
“We have to make a few arrangements dear boy and you need to be briefed on the finer details regarding the hunt. Also I want you to meet the guys who will be hunting you down.” His voice had an air of excitement about it.
As arranged I went to his mansion that evening. As I pulled into the driveway I could see lots of very expensive looking cars. There were a couple of Bentleys, a Ferrari and an Aston Martin. I would loved to have had a closer look at them but time was pressing as I rang the bell.
Once again I was met by the resplendent Marc who was dressed in a deep red smoking jacket. He reminded me of Noel Coward. He ushered me along to his beautiful lounge and there sat eight of his wealthy friends. As I walked into the room it went deathly silent.
“Gentlemen, I want you to meet our latest recruit, his name is Brian but I am sure you will invent a new name for him when the time comes for us to hunt him.” There was a muttering and nodding of heads in agreement.
Marc motioned for me to stand in the centre of the room so his friends could inspect me. I felt my face start to redden as I was subjected to their gazes.
One of the men sitting closest made a whistling noise through his teeth. “Marc dear boy you have surpassed yourself, the boy is beautiful.”Again came the nods of agreement.
Another man spoke up. “Has Marc told you what we will be paying you for your services Brian?”
“Yes he has.” I answered.
The man jumped up and shouted “Yes he has, Sir!”
I was a little startled by this sudden outburst. “Sorry, do you gentlemen wish for me to address you all as Sir?”
They all nodded. “Yes, we are paying you a lot of money and we require that you treat us with a modicum of respect.”
Marc intervened. “Gentlemen, let us not scare our quarry before things have even begun.”
He turned to me and in a more genteel manor said. “Yes Brian when we reach this stage in the proceedings you are required to become more subservient. You must show the hunters the greatest of respect.”
I gave a nervous smile to all assembled. “Then I shall address you all as Sir from now on.”
A general muttering of approval went around the room. Then the man at the front spoke again.
“Well young man as are paying you so generously you can show us a bit more of yourself.”
I gave him a puzzled look. “I beg your pardon Sir?”
“I want to see more of you, show me your body. Strip down for us.”
I felt my face flush again and looked across to Marc.
He smiled. “It’s alright Brian, do as they ask. This is just part of the preliminaries. They just want to see what they are getting for their money. So undress dear boy and let’s be getting on.”
I felt all the eyes in the room were on me as I removed my shirt. Naked from the waist up I just stood there frozen to the spot.
Another voice spoke up from the back of the room. “And the rest please lad, we want to see all of you.”
With a very red face I slowly removed my jeans, underpants, trainers and socks. I stood there naked as the day I was born with my hands in front of my tackle.
Then another voice piped up. “Can you take your hands away please boy? We want to see your cock and balls.”
Marc nodded. “Do as they say Brian. There is always an inspection before events begin.”
I took my hands away as requested and felt myself dyeing of embarrassment. My cock just hung there totally lifeless. I think it was just as scared as I was.
I heard another voice from somewhere in the room. “Why Marc, he is simply divine. I feel like I could throw him down right there on the carpet and fuck his brains out!”
The remark was met with gales of laughter. Then the man at the front rose from his chair and came over to me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he slowly circled me. It almost sounded like he was purring. I then felt his hand start to caress one of my butt cheeks which immediately flinched.
“Don’t worry dear boy, you are safe for the time being. I just wanted to touch your flesh, to stroke this lovely arse. My boy hungry dick can wait a little longer to have you!”
Again this remark brought forth spontaneous laughter. The man continued the caressing of my body. He just brushed over my flesh with the back of his hands and fingers. When he alighted on my nipples my cock twitched. An alarm bell went off inside my head. No I thought, not now. But as the man continued stroking my nipples my cock started to engorge and rise up. I hoped no one would notice but notice they did and it brought a lot of approval from them all.
The man in the front spoke up. “Well looky here guys, his boy meat has come to life. Now I know we will all be in for a treat with this one. He likes being inspected.” They all nodded in agreement.
The man who was caressing me slowly moved his hand down to my twitching cock. He gripped it with his thumb and forefingers and started to gently stroke the shaft. My cock leapt at his touch and this made the man stroke it even harder. His face was inches from mine; his breath was on my cheek.
“I can see you really like this lad, would you like to shoot your load for us. Just for starters so to speak?”
“Please sir, I find this all a little too embarrassing, I don’t know what to say.” The man continued to masturbate me.
I could feel the man’s lips close to my neck. “Then don’t say anything boy, just relax and let nature take its course. Cum for us, we would be greatly honoured.” His breath was now very hot on my neck.
It didn’t take long; my cock danced to his strokes and quickly shot its load right across the room narrowly missing the men sitting in the front. This was met with a loud whooping from all of them.
The man then knelt down and took my dripping cock head into his warm mouth. I felt his teeth graze against my very sensitive glans penis and the sensation was so intense my legs buckled slightly.
Having licked off all my semen the man triumphantly stood up and went back to his seat. He was met with a rousing applause.
“Well done Charles!” Came the eager cries of delight.
I just bowed my head in utter shame. The cheeks of my face burned like mad.
Marc came and stood in front of me and lifted my chin up to face his gaze.
“Dear Brian don’t be ashamed of yourself. You are awakening to a part of you that you didn’t know. Seize the moment, enjoy it. This is all part of life’s rich tapestry”.
Having said that he brought over a chair for me to sit on. But again to my embarrassment it was still right in the middle of the assembled men.
Marc addressed the men in the room. “Now the boy has introduced us to some of his precious bodily fluids I think it is now time to let him know what is expected of him.”
Having said that Marc went and sat with his colleagues and faced me. I in turn felt like a rabbit caught in the head lights of a car. All the eyes in the room drilled right into me. I could see some of the men were salivating as they gazed upon my nakedness.
Marc spoke up and addressed his friends. “First we need a name for our quarry; Brian will never do in a situation like this. We need something more tangible that fits the occasion. Does anyone have any ideas?”
A big muscular guy spoke. “Well he has a lovely piece of meat between his legs so why not call him Meat?” This name was met with nods of approval from the others.
“Very well.” Said Marc. “Meat it will be!”
I personally thought the name was horrible but I was the prey so what could I say?
Marc then began to outline what was going to happen. He told me that they would all assemble in his grounds at the back of the house at the crack of dawn this coming Saturday morning. I was to be given a twenty minute head start. My task was to make my way as quickly as I could to the other side of the woods. If I managed to do that and evade capture then I would be home and dry. I would be free to go and that would be it for the day.
On the other hand if I was captured then I was subject to whatever my captors wanted to do with me. I was required to give up my body to them for the rest of the weekend. My ordeal would not end until noon on Sunday. So if they captured me quickly then I would be at their mercy for a very long time indeed.
When he finished Marc asked me if I had any questions.
By this time my mind was in a daze. I was trying to take in what he had said.
I snapped out of it. “What will you gentlemen use to hunt me with?”
Marc smiled. “Just our wits and bare hands dear boy.”
“Will I be seriously hurt in anyway?”
Marc answered again. “You will of course experience a little pain at the hands of your captors. That is why we are paying you so much. We all enjoy a little S & M. However, you will not have any lasting marks on you lovely body let me assure you of that.”
I gave him a puzzled look. “S & M?”
“Yes, sadomasochism, it is the term for people who like to give and receive pain. We are going to give it and you dear boy are going to receive it.”
“What sort of pain will it be?”
Marc raised an eyebrow. “Well I am assuming you have not been sodomised as yet. But that is one kind of pain you will receive. I agree it does hurt at first but it turns into something quite different as the process pans out.”
I felt my arse clench on hearing his words. “And what other pain will there be?”
A big guy at the back stood up. “Listen Meat, we are paying you a great deal of money to do this. If you have thoughts of backing out do it now and don’t waste anymore of our time. There are plenty more young men who would jump at an opportunity like this!”
I was startled by his outburst but I guess he had a point. I didn’t want to let a grand slip out of my hands. Not now, I had come too far.
“Please don’t think I am being ungrateful Sir. But I was invited to ask questions.”
Marc interrupted. “Yes the boy is right; he has every right to know what is expected of him.”
He went on to say that if I was captured I would be subject to a modicum of torture and a lot of buggering. And also went on to say that if I had any doubts about this then now is the time to say my goodbyes.
The room was silent as they awaited my decision. “Yes OK, I will do it.”
Marc stood up smiling. “Good lad, we have prepared a disclaimer and a contract for you to sign. It is quite lengthy as we don’t want any come backs on your part. Read it well before you sign it.” He then handed the document to me.
The document consisted of several A4 pages. With shaking hands I slowly read it through. It confirmed all that had been said so far. The document required me to let them have my body, and once captured, to be their plaything. And to submit to some light pain and torture. It also confirmed that I would not receive any permanent scaring. I also had to confirm that I had no medical problems to speak of.
With a shaking hand I took the pen Marc offered to me and signed the document. Already in my mind I was wondering if I had done the right thing.
Marc took the signed document and pen from me.
“I know exactly what you are thinking Brian. Well let me assure you that there is nothing to worry about. I think my colleagues would agree with me that it would be stupid to harm anyone with a body as delectable as yours. It would be sacrilege. So don’t worry on that front. Also one other thing. If you please us then you can expect a bonus on top of the thousand pounds already pledged. How do you feel about that?”
I was taken aback by that statement. “You mean I could get more than a thousand?”
Marc smiled. “Yes indeed. It would be like being in a restaurant, you give us a good meal and we will give you a good tip.” Laughter broke out all around the room.
“Any more questions at this Juncture Brian?” Marc sat down and waited for my answer.
I was hesitant about my last question. “Um….w…when can I expect payment for doing this?”
Marc nodded. “As soon as you turn up for the hunt of Saturday morning there will be a thousand pounds in notes waiting for you. It is tax free no questions asked. You get it whether we capture you or not. How does that sound to you?”
I told him it sounded just fine and he then handed me my clothes and told me to get dressed. So I guessed the first part of my ordeal was now over.
Again having returned to my digs I climbed naked into my bed and nearly ripped my dick off by rubbing it so hard. Such was the intensity of what had happened to me this evening. Marc was right. This was indeed a major learning curve for me. And boy was I learning fast.
Chapter Three
So the big day came. I had set my alarm for 4.30am as I did not want to be late. I had been told to report to Marc’s house by 5.30am just as the sun was coming up. I arrived there in good time as saw the same collection of expensive cars on his driveway. I had no idea as to what to wear so I just slipped on a pair of tatty jeans and a light polo neck sweater. I finished my attire off with a pair of old trainers.
Having been ushered inside the mansion I was met by the same group of men as before. However, this time they were dressed in what I can only describe as battle fatigues. The kind that army commando’s wear when on manoeuvres. I was met with a chorus of hellos and escorted to the rear of the house. Waiting for me on a table was a small packet.
Marc handed it to me. “There you are lad, one thousand pounds in cash; you can count it if you like.”
My hands shook as I took the package from him. “No, its OK Sir, I know I can trust you.”
He smiled. “Good boy, now you need to change into something more appropriate before we begin.”
I gave him a puzzled look. “Am I wearing the wrong attire then Sir?”
He nodded. “Yes indeed you are. You must wear something that befits of status of ‘prey.'”
He then handed me a tiny pair of fleecy shorts. I looked at him aghast!
“Um…err…is this all I will be wearing Sir?”
There was chuckling coming from all around the room. “Yes, unless you want to set off completely naked. You can keep your trainers on though. We don’t want you cutting your feet on the bracken.”
With great trepidation I took the flimsy pair of shorts from him. “Is there somewhere I can change Sir?”
An angry voice piped up from the back of the room. “For fucks sake get on with it. Stop being so bloody modest. Get your kit off and put the shorts on! We a losing precious fuck time here!”
Marc nodded to me as if to say, do as you are told. So with all eyes on me I stripped off and put the shorts on. They left little to the imagination; they had a very high leg and were very loose on me.
A big muscular man in front spoke up. “Oh yes, very tasty. It won’t take long to rip those off you!”
I blushed at the remark. “You have got to catch me first Sir.”
He laughed. “You don’t know these woods like we do Meat. You will be in our clutches before you can say ‘boo to goose.'” More laughter.
I guess the shorts were to make me feel totally vulnerable. And without a shadow of doubt they did.
Marc addressed his friends. “Right gentlemen; let’s get the show on the road. I think the lad is ready to run our gauntlet and may the best man or boy win.”
He turned to me and led me outside. I could see the outline of the nearby trees through the twilight of the breaking dawn.
Marc put a hand on my bare shoulder and pointed.
“You can get you directions from the sunrise Brian. (He didn’t call me Meat like the others.) If you keep heading east you will find your way to the other side of the woods. I would say the distance is about 5 miles give or take. As you have run a few half marathons that should not be a problem for you.”
The difference of course is that you will be running through some quite thick undergrowth. I suggest that to protect your delicate skin I would keep to the open ground. If you don’t mind a few lacerations and scratches then by all means use the bracken for cover. Use it to your advantage. But be warned it is very abrasive, prickly and extremely painful.
He gave me a gentle pat on the back. “As agreed we will give you a twenty minute head start. That should be more than enough for someone who can run like you.”
I nodded, gave a slightly panicked look at my chasers and set off toward the rising sun. Marc was right, the bushes and bracken clawed at my flesh if I ran anywhere near it. It wasn’t long before I had some very nasty lacerations and scratches on my torso. Those crafty bastards knew what they were doing when they gave me these flimsy shorts to wear. I was thankful for the trainers though. For without them my feet would have been cut to ribbons.
I worked out that I could cover a considerable distance in my allotted twenty minutes. But I had to make sure I was running in a straight line. However, once I got deeper into the woods I lost sight of the sun. I could only guess at what direction I was heading. Also they had taken my wristwatch away, so I had no idea of elapsed time. I just ran as hard as I could and hoped for the best. I knew I was at a distinct disadvantage as the hunters knew these woods far better than me.
It grew darker and darker as I got deeper into the woods. I could not see the sun at all now. Just the odd bit of daylight here and there filtering down from the tree tops. Now and again I could hear whooping and howling noises which seemed to come from all around me. From that I deduced my twenty minutes were up. They had started out after me, the chase was on.
Marc had been crafty as well when he told me to keep to the open. That would make life very easy for the huntsmen. As each minute went by their howls and whoops drew ever nearer to my position. Exhaustion was beginning to set in. I was now beginning to feel I was going around in circles. I needed to rest up, hide in the bracken and hope they would pass me by. I hoped they did not have any experienced trackers like you see in those old cowboy movies. I crawled under some very thick bushes and just lay there trying to control my breathing.
After a few minutes I could hear them getting ever closer. They seemed to be coming from all directions. I thought I was OK as I had buried myself deep in the bushes. Then to my horror the bushes parted and I found myself staring at two of the hunters. They looked very formidable in their battle fatigues and had that camouflage stuff all over their faces. They looked ferocious.
“Got yer!” Cried one of my captors.
They dragged me kicking and screaming from my hiding place.
The first one shouted. “Over here, we got him!”
I tried to struggle but it was useless. They had a very tight hold on me. Having pulled me out of the bushes they threw me to the ground and pinned me there. It wasn’t long before the groping started. I felt their big fat fingers pushing their way up the leg of my shorts. It wasn’t long before they found my cock and balls and immediately started to fondle and crush them. I cried out in pain.
Soon more of the hunters arrived; they were on me like a pack of wolves.
“Not bad guys. We got him in only 40 minutes.”
I could not believe my ears. I had only lasted 40 minutes. I was now at their mercy until noon tomorrow. I tried to work out how long that would be for. I roughly calculated for it to be around 29 hours. I cried inwardly at the thought.
One of my captors spoke. “OK, first things first. I have been aching to fuck this kid ever since I first saw him. Do you guys mind?”
Another man spoke up. “Be our guest Gus, I want him when you are finished. I got a fucking huge hard on!”
Gus salivated. “Your arse is mine kid, brace yourself!”
With that he yanked my shorts off and rolled me over onto my stomach. I felt him rub something into my arsehole and then felt his huge cock head pushing at the entrance. I had never been fucked before, so my sphincter was as tight as hell. It wasn’t long before it gave way and allowed that huge lump of meat to slide up inside my rectum. I was met with a huge burning sensation as my sphincter muscle was stretched to its limit by the man’s shear bulk.
He brought tears to my eyes as he ferociously pummelled his cock into me. It was like a piston plunging in and out of my arse. There was no gentleness to the man at all. He was like an animal with no regard for my feelings. It wasn’t long before he let out an almighty roar and shot his load of gooey cum into my rectum. This was met by a loud cheer from the onlookers.
Gus let out a sigh and rolled off of me. Unfortunately for me he was quickly replaced by a second assailant. This man’s cock met little resistance from my sphincter muscle as Gus’s cock had well and truly stretched it.
“Go one Charles, make the little cunt scream. Make him earn his money!”
Charles was equally as brutal with me and like Gus emptied himself into me in no time at all. One cock was quickly followed by another. I lost count of how many but I guess they all had a go at some point. I had no idea how long this gang bang had lasted but I am sure it was for more than two hours. When that many people are having a go at you the first ones recover their drive and come back for a second time!
Having well and truly fucked my arse my captors dragged me to my feet.
“Now the real fun begins.” I heard one of them say.
Chapter Four
My arsehole burned like hell as I was unceremoniously dragged to another part of those dark woods. The cum that had been pumped into me so violently was oozing down my thighs. It wasn’t long before we arrived at a clearing near what looked like a small log cabin.
Gus spoke up again. “If you think your arse is burning just wait until you see what we have is store for you now Meat!”
They dragged my sore naked body over to a thicket of stinging nettles. On seeing those I started to struggle like hell but they had hold of me good and tight.
I screamed out. “Oh god no, please, NO…!”
They took no notice of my pleas as they threw me head long into those vicious plants. I landed face down in them and immediately began to feel the sting of the leaves. My captors followed me into the nettles and began rolling my naked body back and forth over the stinging nettles. When they had finished rolling me around they dragged me out and held me down.
Gus and Charles had retrieved a thick pair of gardening gloves from the log cabin and immediately began to pluck some nettles from the patch. Having gathered up quite a few they then began to rub them all over my body. I could feel the burn of the nettles spreading up from my thighs to my neck. They rubbed them into my crotch and butt cheeks. They even pulled my foreskin back and inserted some nettle leaves under it. My glans penis felt like it was on fire. I have never known pain like it. The two men could see I was in deep distress but held my cock head tight so I that I got the full sensation of those nasty leaves on my glans.
I don’t know how long this ordeal went on for but it felt like ages. Having stung my entire body with the nettles they continued to hold me down and wank me. A whole lot of sensations rocked my body. There was the erotic sensation of having my cock massaged mixed with the painful sensations of the nettle stings. I just cannot describe the feelings I was experiencing. My body now had reached such a heightened state of arousal it was about to explode and explode it did. My balls had risen tight up into my groin and I could feel my cum rising up from my balls. I then experienced the most incredible orgasm I had ever had in my life. The cum juice just burst out of my cock with the speed of lightning. My whole body convulsed as it shot out of me. This was met with whoops of delight from my tormentors who continued to wank my cock long after I had spent my load on the ground beneath me.
As my assailants were rubbing my cum into my body I could see Marc staring down at me. He had a look of pity in his eyes when he saw my distress. When they had finished with me I just lay there feeling my burning skin.
Marc pulled me to my feet and led me over to the log cabin. The inside was sparse with just a few rooms. He led me into a room at the back and laid me on a bed that just had a bare mattress on it. I must say he was gentleness itself compared with what I had just been through. He disappeared out of the room for a few minutes and came back clutching a bunch of large green leaves.
I immediately sat up. “No please Marc no more, I am burning up!” I was begging him.
He gently stroked his hand across my forehead. “It’s OK my boy, these are dock leaves. Funnily enough they grow alongside stinging nettles. They have the opposite effect of the nettles. They sooth the skin and take away the stings.”
I lay back down on the mattress and breathed a sigh of relief.
He caressed my flushed cheek and started to rub the dock leaves into my skin. At first nothing seemed to happen but as time went on the stinging started to subside.
Marc continued to rub. “There, how does that feel Brian? Is that better?”
I cooed. “Oh god yes, that feels really good.”
He went on. “Is there any particular area on your body that hurts the most?”
I hesitated as the bit that hurt most was my glans penis. I just pointed to it.
Marc smiled. “Then let me attend to that for you.”
If my face was not red enough it went even redder as Marc peeled back my burning foreskin and started to rub a small dock leaf on my glans. Then of course the inevitable started to happen. My cock began to engorge because of what Marc was doing to it.
The biggest of grins spread across Marc’s face. “Your sex drive is incredible young man. In spite of all that has happened to you your cock continues to respond so readily.”
I shook my head. “Well you have such a gentle touch Marc. The feeling of relief I get from the dock leaf is wonderful.”
Marc continued to gently rub the dock leaf around the head of my cock and balls. Having finished he took my now fully erect cock into his warm wet mouth. The sensation was like no other. The dock leaves had soothed it but his mouth was soothing it even more. I lay back and relished the moment, I was in heaven. What had happened to me since the dawn of this day had put my body into a state of high arousal. These guys certainly knew what they were doing and must have had plenty of practice in doing it.
Marc was very expert in what he was doing as well as it did not take long for him to extract my juice from me. It seemed to come from the very depths of my being and spewed out into his eager mouth with great force. Again I felt myself convulsing with each spurt. Marc suckled on my cock until every last drop was sucked out of me. My glans by now was electric. The merest of contact made my cock convulse and my body shook with every touch. It was agony and ecstasy all rolled into one and Marc loved it.
“You taste divine my boy. Just like I knew you would. There is nothing like the taste of a young man’s cum.” He wiped his mouth and dripping lips.
My whole body seemed like it was floating on a cloud of ecstasy. Marc was so different from his friends. If I hadn’t already lying down I would have fainted.
“Now lad it is time for you to do something for me.” Marc stroked the inside of my thigh.
I was in a dream like state. “Yes, yes anything for you Sir.”
Marc continued to stroke me. “Well I did not get in on the act when my friends were sodomising you. So would you do me the honour now?”
The man had been so nice to me, how could I refuse him. With that I rolled over onto my stomach.
I could hear Marc removing his clothes and it was not very long before I could feel him rubbing lube into my anus.
“I want you so badly Brian, I wanted you the moment I set eyes on you.”
“Then take me Sir.” I replied dreamily.
With that I felt his cock pushing at the entrance to my rectum. His friends had stretched it quite a lot with their administrations so Marc’s large cock just slid straight into me with little resistance. I felt it slide deep into my bowels. He reached under me and began caressing my cock and balls as he plunged in and out. Once more my cock responded to his touch and started to harden. Even I was surprised that is was ready to go yet again!
Marc had been gagging to have me so much that it was only a few minutes before he emptied his seed into me. I felt it squirting deep inside me. It was a wonderful sensation and I felt flattered to have made an experienced man cum so quickly. Marc kissed and sucked the side of my neck and gave me a love bite. It hurt but at the same time was erotic. I didn’t want the pain to stop and Marc knew it. He bit and sucked for ages. He then whipped me over onto my back and yanked on my hardened cock shaft for all he was worth. I obliged him by cumming all over his face and neck. He was covered in my excretions.
Marc let out an almighty sigh. “Lick it off dear boy, taste yourself.”
As Marc lay beside me I licked my cum from his face. It tasted a little salty but nothing else.
Marc seemed to relish the whole act. “Dear boy you are heaven sent. Now you need to get cleaned up. My friends will be jealous if I don’t give you back to them.”
I groaned. I knew there would be much more to come but had been spoilt by Marc’s gentleness.
He looked down at me. “Don’t look so apprehensive Brian; you know you like to take the rough with the smooth. I think you have proved that now. Anyway, I will watch over you and make sure nothing too bad happens. It was promised in the agreement anyway.”
I let out a sigh of relief. However there were still many hours to go before my time was up.
Chapter Five
Marc led me to a very adequate shower room that was fully kitted out with towels and all kinds of soaps and cosmetics. I let the jets of hot water flow over my recovering skin as I soaped myself down. I could not help but wonder what more was in store for me. I trembled at the thought. What I must say at this stage is that I was enjoying being the centre of attention. Even though some of the attention was of the most painful kind.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by a banging on the washroom door.
I recognised Gus’s voice. “Come on kid; get that naked arse back out here. Time is marching on; we don’t want to waste any more of it.”
I let out a meek reply as I towelled myself down. “Coming Sir.”
I heard him laugh. “Yes, we will all be doing a lot of that before this weekend is out!”
They were all gathered in the main room of the cabin as I came out of the washroom. Marc’s friends were now more or less naked apart from shorts and camouflage vests.
Charles spoke up. “Here he is; all ready for round two.”
I stood naked before them looking quite good considering what I had just endured.
Marc stepped forward. “Now, we want to do a little concentrated S & M on you know. You have done more than we could have ever have expected from you and we wish to reward you for it. My colleagues and I want to give you an extra thousand pounds bonus. How do you feel about that?”
I was quite taken aback by that offer. Another grand was coming my way!
“Wow; that is extremely generous of you Sirs. What will I have to do to earn it?”
Marc spoke up. “Just a little more of the same my lad. A bit of pain followed by a severe fucking. I think you are getting the gist of all this now!”
I raised a quizzical eyebrow. “And you will not permanently mark me?”
“No, that is part of the agreement is it not?” Replied Marc.
I nodded. “OK, I will accept your kind offer of another thousand.”
Gus and Charles stepped forward and took me by the arms. I was led into a third room which I had not seen before. The room was bare apart from a sturdy looking wooden table at its centre. I could see thick leather straps located at each corner of the table. A few more of the men helped Gus and Charles lift me up onto it. They then proceeded to strap my arms and legs to the four corners of the table. Once finished I found myself securely strapped down in a spread eagle position face up.
I began to tremble at this latest turn of events. Why did they need to strap me down so securely like this? In my mind it could only mean that I was in for some severe treatment.
“I….I…I am not sure I want to go on with this.” My voice was trembling as I spoke.
Gus leaned over my prone body, his face only inches from mine. “Too late my little piece of meat…..too late!” He gave my face a stinging slap.
The blow made my eyes water but nil else. For some inexplicable reason I found being slapped some kind of turn on. I never ceased to amaze myself at all these new discoveries.
Gus spoke again. “Do you know what a violet wand is?”
I shook my head. “No sir, I don’t.
He went on. “Well, let me show you one.”
He then went over to a nearby cupboard and got out a wooden box and opened it. The box contained what looked like a plastic handle and it had a wire cord coming from it with a plug at the end. To my horror I could see it was some kind of electrical device. I began to panic.
Gus laughed. “Don’t worry it will not kill you. It runs on static electricity only.” Let me demonstrate.
Gus then attached a glass tube into the end of the plastic handle. He then turned a knob on the handle and the tube started to glow with a bluish light. As he turned the dial further the whole thing began to make a crackling noise. I squirmed even more but the leather straps held me fast.
The room was silent apart from that dreadful crackling noise. As Gus approached me I could feel sweat starting to run down my body. I know he said it would not kill me but by this time I was terrified. Gus held the device only inches from my face. He was enjoying making me squirm.
He then moved the wand over to my bare abdomen and as he came closer with it an intense blue arc of electricity leapt from the glass tube and into my skin. It felt like a sharp needle was being pushed in and out of my skin about a thousand times a second. I let out a yell with the shock of it.
Laughter went around the room.
I heard someone say. “Look at her, screaming like a little girl!”
I found myself yelling back. “Well you swap places with me then!”
That remark was met with a swift reply. “It is you who is being paid two thousand pounds not us.”
I couldn’t argue with that. I was again brought to my senses as Gus applied the wand to one of my nipples. Again the thing flashed as a bright blue arc of electricity leapt from the electrode into my nipple. It felt like a thousand needle punctures shooting into my delicate bud.
“AAAHHHaaaa!!! Oh fuck, that hurt!” More sweat started to pour off me.
Gus was in his element now. “That’s it boy, scream for me. It is like music to my ears.”
I looked down and sure enough I could not see any marks left by the wand. But I was very uncomfortable with the pain it was giving me. However, my hunters were enjoying the spectacle immensely. It must have looked very erotic too them seeing me like this and in such obvious discomfort. As I pictured the scene in my mind the inevitable happened again. My cock was starting to harden! A little voice in my head said, ‘Nooo not again!’
Seeing my cock starting to come to life egged Gus on even more. He changed the glass tube on the wand for another kind. This one was also glass but it had a metal tip on the end. I could not see the significance of this until the tip was held an inch away from my ever engorging cock. I big blue spark shot across the gap into my dick. This was an even sharper pain than before and made my whole body convulse. It felt like giant needle was being pushed through the tip of my cock.
“Oh fuck…..oh god….ahhhhhh!!” My eyes started to water.
Whoops and yells went around the room having heard my outburst. The men in the room totally relished my discomfort and pain. Over and over again Gus applied the tip of the wand to my genitals. He did not miss a single spot. He paid a lot of attention to my balls which made me leap and squirm all over the place. But I could not go far, by bonds would not let me. Never in my life had I felt so vulnerable and so totally at everyone’s mercy like this. Having given my genitalia a good going over Gus once again concentrated on my nipples. He repeatedly applied the electrode to each nipple in turn. The more I screamed the more he applied it. I was in a no win situation. I could not help screaming from the pain of the wand and the more I screamed the more punishment I got.
One by one the men took turns in using the violet wand on me. The torture seemed to go on for hours. In the end my nipples balls and cock felt like they had been sand papered. When they were all done they all left the room. I just lay on that table reflecting on what had just happened to me. Then my thoughts turned to what more would happen to me. There seemed to be no end to the ingenuity of these guys.
I was trying to guess what time it was. There were no clocks in the cabin anywhere. Looking out of the window I could see it was getting dark. So I guessed it to be around 7 or 8pm. I had survived for 12 hours so far. I was proud of myself; I never knew I had it in me until now. As I lay there I began to shiver. I am not sure whether it was from being a little cold or from the fear of what was to come. I could hear them all talking in the other room. Every now and then I heard bursts of laughter. That made me tremble even more.
Then Marc came back into the room. “You will be happy to know that the S & M stuff has finished for the day.” He gave my stomach a playful pat.
I looked up at him as he undid my straps. “So what is going to happen now then?”
Marc smiled. “Well the guys are currently cutting cards to see who will be spending the night with you.” He smiled again. “And aces are high.”
I didn’t know how to react to that statement. I guessed it would be better than being hunted and tortured. However, the thought of Gus shagging me all night did not appeal one bit. He was a big, brash muscular man with a dick to match. So many of the guys had fucked me I had lost track of who was who. I did remember some very large cocks penetrating me but was not sure which one was Gus.
The laughing in the other room stopped and the men came back into the room.
Charles spoke up. “Well, we have a winner Meat. The rest of us are heading back to the mansion. We will leave you with the lucky bastard who owns your arse for the night. I am sure he will shag your brains out and some!” He was laughing really loudly.
I watched as they all filed out of the cabin and wondered who would be the one who remained. To my dismay it was Gus.
He came up to me and gave me a bear hug which squeezed the breath out of me.
He laughed. “I bet you were hoping it would be me. Well happily I am very lucky at cutting cards.”
He released me from the bear hug and stepped back to inspect me.
“Well lady luck has sure smiled on me today. I got myself a pretty boy to shag all night. Let’s not waste anymore time, come with me lad.” He then grasped my arm and led me into the room where Marc had shafted me.
Gus threw me down onto the bed and as quick as a flash got out of his clothes. I was right in assuming he had a huge cock. He stood in front of me and let the thing sway only inches from my face. It was a monster and was so hard the veins stood out from it. It had a massive purple head and already pre-cum was oozing from it. I groaned; I knew this was going to be one hell of a night and a painful one!
He started by French kissing me. I nearly gagged on his fat tongue as it went deep down my throat. I tried to push him off me but he was far too big and strong for me. I felt so alone and helpless now. I knew I was going to earn that two grand.
He lay on top of me. “Now what shall we do first eh lad? Me suck you, you suck me? I fuck your arse? God, so many choices and so little time. He fell back laughing.
He then pulled me off the bed and made me get on my knees. I know knew what was coming first. I was going to have to give him a blow job for starters.
Gus grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into his crotch. “OK lad open wide, let Uncle Gus’s cock into that sweet mouth of yours.”
With that my mouth was full of Gus’s cock meat. I could hardly get my mouth around it. I have never had such a mouthful. As he pulled my head toward him his cock went deeper down my throat and it wasn’t too long before I started to gag.
“Go on my son, get it down you. Suck it like there is no tomorrow!”
I tried to please the man in between my retching and sucked for all I was worth. Maybe if I could make him cum quick he would be sated for a while and I could have a breather from this onslaught.
Unluckily for me Gus was not someone who came so quickly. He had a lot of staying power and I felt like I had been sucking him for ages. My jaw ached from being stretched so wide and from all that sucking. Eventually I felt his balls tighten and with a mighty roar Gus unleashed his gooey load down my throat. This made me gag even more as it slid down my gullet. His powerful squirts just seemed to go on and on. When he had finished he pulled me to my feet to inspect my mouth. He wanted to make sure I had swallowed it all.
“Good boy. Luckily for you it is all gone. I would have had to thrash your arse if you hadn’t. But knowing you, you would have probably enjoyed it. You are such a little slut.”
Having shoved me back on the bed he started to fondle my genitals very roughly. I don’t think he knew what gentleness was. Despite my yells he continued to wank and pummel my cock and balls. Then having done that he plunged his big wet mouth onto my cock and sucked like I have never been sucked before. It felt like I had some sort of ‘out of control’ vacuum machine attached to my cock head. The man’s sucking power was something to behold.
Naturally with that sort of suck my sap rose up in no time at all and gushed into the man’s eager relentless mouth. He did not stop until every last drop was drained out of me. He then lay back on the bed beside me smacking and licking his lips. Now I hoped in my heart of hearts that was it. I was hoping he was well and truly sated and would go to sleep.
To my utter surprise he then turned into the most gentlest of people. He just lay beside me caressing my body. His hand was as gentle as a feather as it ran up and down the insides of my thighs and across my chest and stomach.
He smiled. “You see, I can also be quite gentle when I want to. And I am guessing you like it both ways. That’s the impression I get anyway.”
I didn’t answer him as such, I just nodded in agreement. He knew he was right, I did like it gentle and rough. And now he was getting me going again with those soft strokes of his.
Seeing my reaction to his touch he did it even more. His hand was on my stiffening cock in a flash. He certainly knew how to wank someone. I started to squirm at his incessant strokes. Alas Gus was starting to get hard again as well and I knew that only meant one thing.
Gus gave out a contented sigh. “Roll over lad, it’s time I fucked that arse of yours again.”
As I rolled over my arse tensed up at the thought of what was coming. Gus reached over to the table and opened a jar of lube. He then applied a generous amount of it to my twitching arsehole.
He laughed. “Stop getting so tensed up lad. You have been well and truly fucked these past few hours. You know what to expect and you love it.”
With that he then shoved that huge cock of his into my rectum. It went right up to the hilt with no trouble at all! I gave a sharp intake of breath as I felt it slide all the way up. I could feel the walls of my bowel stretching to their maximum. He then started a slow in and out rhythm. He was nowhere near as rough as he was outside. This was a more sensuous Gus, one that so far I had not known. I loved this side of him, if truth were known I loved both sides of him. One could never be bored of a lover like him. He was versatility itself, I loved it!
I don’t know how long this butt fucking went on for but it was quite some time. I didn’t want it to end. But end it did with Gus having the most incredible orgasm. I felt his whole body convulse as he shot yet another load into my rectum. After he withdrew he returned to wanking me. He could see I loved having that done to me and generously obliged. It wasn’t long before I shot my cum all over my stomach and chest. Gus eagerly licked it all off.
After that we both finally drifted off into a deep sated sleep.
Chapter Six
Gus and I were awoken the next morning at the crack of dawn by the return of Marc and his friends. I woke to find them all surrounding the bed.
“My my, don’t they make a lovely couple.” Said Charles laughing.
Marc gazed down at me. “Good morning young man, I trust you slept well. I expect Gus kept you busy last night!”
I just nodded. I didn’t want to state the obvious.
Charles dragged me to my feet. “Well it’s your last few hours with us and we must make the most of them.”
With that I was led back into the main room. Now hanging from the ceiling were some chains with leather wrist straps attached to them.
Charles spoke again. “These are for you lad. Give me your wrists.”
Gingerly I offered him my wrists and was immediately secured into the straps. Then I heard a cranking noise and found my arms being hoisted above my head.
Nervously I looked around the room. “What is going to happen to me know then?”
This time it was Marc’s turn to speak. We are going to finish the session with a little more of the old S & M and of course you will once again be the main feature Brian. He slowly circled my stretched body.
I started to tremble again. “W..w…what are you going to do to me?”
Charles stepped forward holding a short piece of leather in his hands.
“Do you know what this is?” He slapped the palm of his hand with it.
I answered nervously. “S…s…some sort of strap!”
Gus struck his hand with it again. It gave a resounding crack.
“It’s called a taws. A leather strap especially designed for inflicting corporal punishment. And it is all for you my darling boy.”
Taws or no taws I did not like the sound of it one bit. They were certainly going to finish the weekend off in style. I knew I had to endure it; after all they were paying me a lot of money.
“How many strokes am I to get Sir?” I asked nervously.
This caused lots of laughter in the room.
Charles stopped laughing. “Well we are all going to take turns with it. So it will be quite a lot lad. But don’t worry we won’t break your skin.”
A sudden a bout of bravado came over me. “OK then, do it. Let’s get it over with!”
Charles laughed. “Dear boy, we have the whole morning before us. Let’s not rush things now.”
Charles turned to his friends behind him. “Is it alright with you guys if I go first?”
There was a general nodding of approval from around the room.
Charles moved in closer. “Then I shall begin.”
The man circled my body a few times and then unleashed a blow with the taws right across one of my butt cheeks. There was a resounding crack from the twin thongs at the end of that nasty little strap. I let out an almighty cry as the initial sting was suddenly replaced by a burn. I did not have time to recover my breath as a second blow criss-crossed the first one. The burn grew even more intense.
Charles was really enjoying himself. “The beauty of strapping is that the pain never let’s up. In fact it just intensifies until the victim goes into a delirium of agony.”
I didn’t like the initial pain as the taws came into contact with my skin but the afterglow was quite erotic. Not unlike that of the stinging nettles. However, I don’t think dock leaves would get me out of this one!
Charles was picking his spots with great expertise. Having lit up by butt cheeks he moved on to the insides of my thighs. These were really tender spots and brought tears to my eyes. I had lost count of all the strokes he gave me as he handed the taws over to the next man. He carried on with all the zeal that Charles had. This time my chest and stomach received all the attention. My skin by now was burning and each new blow seemed a hundred times worse than the previous one. I was really squirming now; all sense of eroticism had long since gone. The pain was so intense I thought I would go mad if the punishment did not stop soon.
Marc then intervened. “OK guys I think he is just about done. Anymore and I think his skin will start to break and we promised that would not happen.”
With that I was freed from the straps and taken over to the table. They lifted my pain racked and exhausted body onto it. Marc produced a large jar that contained some kind of lotion.
He smiled down at me. “I think this bit you will like. This is a very expensive lotion that we use on all our boys who join us in this endeavour.” He unscrewed the jar.
Marc stroked my sweating forehead. “Roll onto your stomach Brian. I will start with your back.”
I did as he asked and suddenly experienced the most wonderful of feelings as he started to massage the bluish creamy lotion into my extremely red buttocks. The lotion had an immediate cooling effect on my skin. I could almost hear my skin sigh as he continued with the application. Naturally Marc could not resist rubbing the stuff into every little nook and cranny of my lower regions. After a while the lotion started to give my skin a wonderful tingling sensation. This had to be one of the most erotic feelings I have ever had. This far surpassed anything the dock leaves had to offer. And when Marc rolled me over onto my back and put the stuff all around my cock and balls I nearly died and went to heaven. Within seconds my disobedient member was fully standing to attention. Marc was now relishing his task.
He smiled. “Oh you are loving this part of the proceedings I see!” He then started to pay quite a lot of attention to my quivering phallus.
The other men in the room moved in for a closer look at what Marc was doing.
I heard one man say. “Milk him Marc; milk him for all he is worth.”
And Marc did just that. He knew exactly what he was doing and brought me to a fantastic crescendo of pulsing orgasm. My cum shot high in the air and splattered all that were standing too close. My whole body was buzzing from the feelings that incredible lotion gave me. I don’t know what it was called but I knew I had to have some for my own personal use at some later stage.
Marc’s face was only inches from mine. “I can tell by looking at you that you want to take some of this lotion with you, am I right?”
“Oh god, yes please.” I sighed
“Then you will have to earn it in your final hours with us.” He gave my face a gentle pat with his hand.
I smiled at him. “Anything Marc, anything.”
“Then you will give yourself fully to all of us in this room between now and noon today.” He looked at me to gauge my reaction.
“Yes!” I sighed. “Please use me as you will.”
For the next few hours I was sodomised over and over again. The guys kept coming back for more. When they tired of buggering me they made me get down on my knees to give them blowjobs. By the time noon had arrived I was totally and utterly shagged out. But best of all my skin, arse, balls and cock all tingled from that wonderful lotion. It was a fitting end to a weekend I will never forget for as long as I live.
Marc led me back to the mansion where I was reintroduced to my clothes. It had been over 24 hours since I wore them. I lost those pathetic fleece shorts within a very short space of time at the start of all this.
Once dressed Marc gave me the rest of the money he had promised me. I was now richer by two grand.
Marc smiled. “Feels good to have money huh?”
“Sure does.” I replied.
“And do you think you will be coming back for some more?”
I looked at him and reflected on the events of the last thirty hours.
“Well I must say it has been one hell of an experience for me. But if you want me back then my answer is yes.”
Marc beamed. “Want you back! My dear boy you are welcome to run our gauntlet anytime you like.”
With the biggest of grins I told him to call me whenever the next session was planned/
“Already done dear boy, next weekend, is that alright with you?”
I must say I wasn’t expecting it to be that soon but I said yes. With that he handed me a small box.
“What is this?” I asked.
Marc smiled. “Open it when you get home and think of the coming weekend.”
On returning to my digs I was elated to see that the box contained a jar of that magical lotion. As soon as I opened it the smell brought the memories of this incredible weekend flooding back to me. I could feel my cock rising just at the thought of it.
End