Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2001 13:43:04 +0000
From: Ken Archer <archer_ken@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sunday Morning Run - Part two

			    Sunday Morning Run

				    by

				 Archer53

Here is part two of my story..... let me know if I should carry on.


... Eventually Paul calmed down and breathing heavily let his
cock drop from my mouth. He told the dog to get down and it removed its
cock from my ass with a loud and sudden plop. My hole was gaping open and
I could feel cold air whistling around the entrance. Paul moved away to
pat his dog and told him what a good boy it was. I looked up to see Jon
climaxing in Peter's ass. Peter had not yet cum. When Jon dismounted from
Peter he walked around the front of him and told him to clean him up.
Peter was protesting but as he opened his mouth Jon shoved his cock in so
Peter had no choice but to wash Jon's cock clean.

When Jon moved away I could see Peter was still hard and waiting for some
release. Paul had obviously seen this too and sent his dog in to lick at
Peter's cock. The dog loved it, licking the hot hard pole as if it was a
favourite bone. Peter could do nothing but endure the onslaught that the
dog was giving him. Within minutes Peter gave a loud cry and was shooting
ropes and ropes of hot sticky cum on the dog's face. The dog was trying
its hardest to catch it all in its mouth and that which it couldn't it
was licking up as fast as it could.

Part two - the alternative ending for my Master

Paul and Jon were finished now and were getting dressed but they both
stopped dressing at the same time. They were looking in Peter's direction
and there standing behind Peter, in the trees was a guy. Judging by the
look of him he had been there awhile and must have seen some of the
action that had gone on.

He moved forward into the circle that Peter, Paul, Jon and I formed. He
was a tall guy, muscular, but not as if he worked out all the time in a
gym. It looked natural muscle. But the thing that was striking about him
was the way he was dressed. He was wearing leather knee high boots with
jeans tucked into them and black leather chaps strapped on, with the
straps creating a huge bulge in the front of them. He had a black leather
waistcoat on and was wearing a leather cap, but the really striking thing
were the straps of the body harness covering the thick hairy chest,
accentuating the well-defined muscle structure of the upper torso.

He stood in the middle of the clearing feet apart and his hands on his
hips looking first at Peter then me. He turned towards Paul and said that
was a most interesting scene he had just witnessed and that it was unfair
on the two guys to have had no choice in the sex game they had to endure.
He went on to suggest that he should take matters into his own hands and
make sure that Paul and Jon got what they deserved.

Paul laughed at this suggestion and called his dogs into action. Both
dogs snapped to alert and baring their teeth took up an attack position
on the stranger waiting for their master's instructions to kill. The
stranger laughed off the dogs and said that they didn't frighten him they
just made him all the more detirmed to see that justice was done. Paul
laughed back and ordered the dogs in to attack. With snarling and
growling and yells the stranger was soon on the floor of the woods with
the dogs hanging onto an arm and a leg apiece. The stranger knew he was
beaten.

Paul and Jon taunted the stranger, not letting the dogs off. They
suggested that as he was so keen on getting justice for the two slaves
perhaps he might like to join them. Jon got the lead off Peter and
grabbed the stranger by his free arm, forcing him to stand with the dogs
growling at his feet. One word form the dog's masters and I am sure the
strangers cock and balls would have proved to be a tasty snack for them.
Grabbing both arms the stranger was hauled over to the tree that Peter
was fastened to and had his wrists fastened around the trees branch with
the dog lead. He was now caught as Peter and I had been.

Paul continued to taunt the stranger and in response to his question
informed them that his name was Risto.

"Well Risto", said Paul, " Looks like we are going to have to see that
you enjoy the same treatment as these two worthless pieces of meat had".

The dogs stayed close, continuing to keep Risto under their guard. Jon
grabbed one of his legs and pulled off the boot and sock. Letting the leg
go he did the same to the other leg. Paul had gone on a scavenge and came
back with some rope he had found. He bound an ankle with the rope and
secured it to the tree. He then bound the other ankle and stretching
Risto's legs forced his legs apart to secure it to another tree. Risto
was now well and truly secured.

Both Paul and Jon were half dressed. Paul had no shirt on and Jon still
had no jeans on. Jon went over to Peter and forced him over to me where
he rearranged the lead so that we were both fastened together with a
clear view of what was going on. Paul took out a knife from his pocket
and went behind Risto. He crouched down and was attacking him with the
knife, but I could not see clearly what he was doing. Risto started
shouting and telling him to stop. So Jon picked up Risto's socks and
stuffed them into his mouth to keep him quiet. Paul continued with his
attack and moving around the front of Risto we could see that he was
using the knife to cut off his jeans. He had split them all the way up
the seam at the back and was now cutting the jeans away from the front.
He undid the button at the waist and then the button flies. Now the jeans
were in two halves. Next he starting cutting the jeans up the inside legs
so that they were no longer in one piece. When he was done he pulled at
the material and the jeans were removed from Risto. Now Risto was
standing there in leather Chaps, a harness, and leather waistcoat.
Covering his cock and balls was a black leather studded jock strap.

Next, Paul cut the shoulders off the waistcoat and it fell to the floor
leaving Risto very vulnerable. Jon started to run his hands over his
chest, pulling and nipping at his nipples. Pulling at the hair on his
chest and following the trail down to the waistband of his jock. Paul was
running the handle of his knife up and down the hairy crack whilst
whispering into Risto's ear. The terrified look on his face indicated the
tone of what Paul had said to him.

Jon undid the buckles of the harness and let it drop to the floor leaving
Risto spread out in only his jock and chaps. Jon started to roughly
handle the crotch of Risto, pressing his fingers into the leather and
pulling and the bulge. He continued to roughly knead his growing bulge
whilst twisting his nipples, causing a pained look on Risto's face. Paul
continued to threaten him with the knife and whilst still whispering into
his ear cut the straps of the jock allowing the pouch to fall way from
the growing cock. Jon fell on this freedom and pulled the jock up
exposing a hardening cock for all to see. Paul cut through the waistband
and the jock was no more. Now dressed only in his chaps, Risto was
exposed to all that Paul and Jon was about to do to him.

Risto's cock by this time had grown fully hard and was standing straight
out. It looked to be about 8" long, uncut and quite thick. His ball sack
was hanging quite low and covered in fair hair. Jon was pulling on the
cock and twisting his right nipple quite hard. The muffled cries coming
from Risto was evidence of the pain and discomfort he was feeling.

Whilst Jon was tormenting Risto, Paul had removed the clothing he had
just put on. Now standing naked behind Risto, with his cock as hard and
throbbing as it had been before, proceeded to cup his ass in his hands
and to delve into his love shute, working that hole with his fingers. It
was obvious what was going to happen next. Paul continued to roughly
apply pressure to loosen up Risto ready for Paul's cock to fuck him hard.

When he felt it was loose enough, Paul aimed his cock at the waiting hole
and pushed. Not wanting to be gentle there was no waiting, steady
pressure by Paul ensured that the cock went right in to the root in once
swift motion. The look of pain and terror on Risto's face gave away his
feelings. Had his mouth not be stuffed with his socks the screams would
have been heard for miles.

Paul adjusted his position in Risto's ass and once comfortable started to
withdraw until he cock was only just in. He then slammed back in until
his pubic hair nearly entered his ass as well. Then starting a long
rhythm his fucked him hard. Risto tried everything to get away from the
invasion of his ass but Jon was working on his front and made sure that
he was unable to squirm away too much. As Paul continued his relentless
fucking Jon was pulling hard on Risto's ball sack. As he pulled so they
hung that much lower. The cock was bouncing about and looked to be
leaking precum heavily. I could see what appeared to be a cock ring
shining as the rays of the sun shone on the trio. The balls and the cock
looked to be straining under the pressure with the veins running under
the cock standing out as if they were about to burst. They were very red
verging on purple, the rate of blood pumping into the groin being
restrained by the cock ring gave the impression that the whole thing was
about to explode. He would not be able to hold back much longer, he had
to shoot his load at any moment.

Paul was deeply fucking Risto's ass, and was now sweating quite heavily.
Having already come once in the past 30 minutes this next orgasm was
taking some time to climax. But the renewed efforts by him made me
realise that it would not be long before ropes of hot sticky cum would
soon be shooting up the ass of this intruder.

Cries of an impending climax came from Paul as he neared the point on no
return. Then to the yells of "Yea, take that you mother fucker", "Take
all of my hot thick cum", he shot his load up and deep into Risto's ass.
As he did so, Risto's cock throbs wildly and shot his own hot, thick
ropes of cum all over the chest of Jon who continued to pull on his
balls.

Paul, pulled out of Risto's ass as his cock began to soften. He stretched
up above Risto's head and untied his hands from the tree. Once his hands
were free, Paul pulled him over so that he was on all fours with his legs
stretched wide apart and his hands only just resting on the ground. Paul
moved around to the front and removed the gag from his mouth. Risto took
several deep breaths and once he was able to breath freely started to
curse his attackers. Paul did no more but shoved his softening cock into
Risto's mouth with the instructions to clean him up. Risto having no
choice in the matter slurped on the cock ensuring that it was totally
clean.

Whilst Paul was keeping Risto entertained Jon moved behind him and
removing his T-shirt and shorts entered Risto. It didn't take long. Jon
had been so worked up with the attack that his cock had been leaking
heavily, causing the front of his shorts to become quite wet. Within two
minutes Jon cried out and unloaded his cum into the well-lubricated ass
he was fucking.
There was no finesse in either of the assaults. Their only interest was
the rape and humiliation of the intruder.

Once they had finished with their victim they withdrew to dress. The dogs
were called, and were given the instruction to clean Risto up. One dog
went to his groin and using that very long tongue of his ensured that his
cock and balls were well and truly clean. The other dog used his tongue
to ensure the ass was clean. Making sure the tongue entered the ass hole
as deep as was possible. Risto was by now crying with shame, two dogs
giving him a tongue bath. It was interesting to notice however, that his
cock had started to stiffen once more and the more the dog licked the
harder it became.

Paul and Jon let the dogs continue on Risto while they finished dressing.
When done they saw how he had responded to the dogs attention. He called
them off leaving Risto's hard 8" waving in the wind. Paul came over to
Peter and I and undoing the lead took us over to Risto and instructed us
to enjoy ourselves. Peter was taken behind him and told to fuck him. I
was to get Risto to give me some head.

Both Peter and I go into the scene very quickly, Risto had given up
trying to avoid the punishment and was by now a reluctant participant. By
the time Peter and I had shot our loads up his ass and down his throat
Risto was on the verge of shooting another load into the air.

When we had all come down from our high we looked around for Paul and Jon
but they had gone. So too had the dogs. They had crept away while we were
busy. It just left us to retrieve what clothing we could and go home.
Peter & I were OK, we still had our running gear to wear, but Risto was
only left with his harness and chaps, the rest of his clothing had been
cut up. Peter gave him his jock to wear, so that he could at least get
home relatively decent. We decided to head for my house as it was closer.
Once there ... well that's another story!!!


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