Date: Thu, 17 Nov 2011 07:07:20 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Timothy Black. Chapter Two.

   It was a bad night for both of us with only a blanket covering the
fronts of our bodies. Our backs were exposed and we got very cold and
didn't sleep at all, well, fitfully. After being exposed to the sun for
most of the day, the night seemed even colder than it really was, the
blanket not doing much to keep in our body heat. We had heard the cries of
the girls being taken again in the early part of the night and then, when
dawn broke, it was obvious they'd had to suffer having the men again.

   With the morning also came the sun, which was good in the respect that I
began to feel its warming rays after the night's coldness, but it would
soon be another day of suffering the heat whilst tied to the car.

   The two men emerged from the tent, yawning and scratching themselves and
then went and relieved their bladders near the car, one of them passing
wind at the same time. This was something that I realised that I hadn't
done since the morning before because I'd perspired so much during the day
that I didn't have anything left inside of me to pee. I heard a sigh come
from Mark who gave me a sheepish smile.

   `Good morning. Sleep well?' he asked with a grimace and in a low voice
to me. `I've just pissed myself. Thank Christ I haven't wanted to crap
yet.' I only gave a grunt in reply.

   `Can we have some water?' Mark croaked out as the two men turned,
shaking their dicks from having their pee. He didn't get a reply, but Harry
went into the tent and after a minute or two, pushed the girls out,
unshackled.

   `One of you get them water,' he said, `and then you can start seeing to
some breakfast.' Like the men, both girls were still naked and looked
rather dispirited as they went to the back of the car to get water and some
supplies out. Tracey gave Mark and myself some water and took the
opportunity to whisper to both of us in turn.

   `We're about to try something. Let's hope to God it works.' Tracey then
went back to the stove as Diane announced that she wanted the
bathroom. This made the two men laugh at the use of this word.

   `Pee over by the car,' Harry said.

   `I need toilet paper. I can't do it where we are living and eating,' she
replied.

   `Charlie! Take the spade and go with her. You might as well do yours too
while you're there.' Without a word, Charlie went and picked up the spade
and beckoned to Diane to follow him. She picked up the toilet roll and
followed him round the dune and out of sight. Tracey made herself look busy
getting out the frying pan and other things for preparing breakfast, but
spent a lot of the time really not doing very much. It was over twenty
minutes before the other two re-emerged from the dunes

   `She's got a cute arse,' Charlie said flinging the spade down. `Might
have a piece of that later on.'

   `What took you so long?' Harry demanded.

   `I can't shit to order,' he replied sullenly and went to see if the
coffee had been made, which it wasn't.

   `Not ready yet?' he scowled at Tracey.

   `No, and I need to go to the bathroom too,' she answered him.

   `She wants to go now Harry. Let's see if you can crap straight away.
You,' he shouted at Diane. `You can make the coffee.'

   Harry had grunted and went and picked up the spade and told Tracey to
follow him. They too then disappeared from sight, Tracey carrying the
toilet roll this time.

   Diane got the pot on to boil and soon the camp smelled of delicious
coffee and it made my mouth water at the heavenly aroma and hoped that I
would be given a cup. Charlie began to pace around the camp when Harry and
Tracey failed to reappear after what must have been an hour. Breakfast had
been cooked and she had been allowed to give Mark and myself some more
scrambled egg and half a cup of coffee each. Charlie wolfed down his and
then resumed his pacing, muttering under his breath before coming to a
decision. He went into the tent and came back with a set of handcuffs and
went and clipped one end onto Diane's wrist and then dragged her over to
the car and fixed the other end to the front rail of the car.

   `Where are you going?' she asked in alarm, rattling the cuffs.

   `Just to look for the other two. They've been gone too long.'

   With that, he left the camp and they heard him begin to call out Harry's
name.

   `What's going on?' Mark asked of Diane when the sound of Charlie's voice
began to fade in the distance.

   `I don't know. I'm getting worried for Tracey. She didn't say what she
had in mind.'

   It must have been an hour before Charlie came back into the camp, alone.

   `Can't find them anywhere,' he said to no one in particular.

   `Maybe he's having a bit on the side,' Mark mumbled, but Charlie
apparently didn't hear or chose to ignore him. He just stood in the middle
of the camp scratching his groin and looking puzzled as if he didn't know
what to do.

   `I hope he hasn't got crabs,' Diane whispered, which brought forth a
snort from Mark.

   `Can I have a drink?' Mark called out to Charlie who then came out of
almost a trance like state and looked at Diane still cuffed to the car. He
went into the tent and came back out with the key to the handcuffs and
released her.

   `Give them some water and then get some steaks out of the box to defrost
for lunch,' he said to her. Diane fetched a bottle of water and gave some
to both of us and put the bottle back in the car and opened the freezer
box. It was the smoke from the dry ice as it curled its way out that she
got an idea. She put the heavy gloves on and then rooted amongst the blocks
of dry ice until she found a piece that was a bit larger than a cricket
ball. She hefted it in her hand and then took a couple of deep breaths
before turning round to face Charlie.

   `Come here,' she called out and waited till he started to move towards
her. `Catch,' and she gently lobbed up the piece of ice to him. He did the
instinctive thing that she had hoped and cupped his hands and caught the
block of this dry ice.

   Of course it immediately stuck to the skin of his hands and began to
instantly burn them. He gave out a scream and flailed his arms to try and
shake the ice free from his hands as he began to dance about in
pain. Meanwhile, Diane picked out another piece of ice, smaller than the
first one and kept it in her gloved hand as Charlie went for her. He was
still screaming out and swung his locked hands at her and she ducked
beneath them and rammed the other block of ice into his open mouth.

   The screaming stopped and became a choked gurgle as his eyes almost
popped out of their sockets at this sudden fresh pain that sent his brain
reeling. He flailed round again and tried to get the ice out of his mouth
that had sealed his tongue to the roof as Diane grabbed a tea towel and
threw it over his head and held onto the two ends. His violent movements
and actions as he whirled round now unable to see, lifted her off her feet
as she went round with him. Her heart was thumping away like a trip hammer
at what she had just done and hung on like grim death. She knew that if he
got free from this towel and the ice, he would kill her. As it was, he had
torn one hand free and the palm was just a bloody mess as he had left the
skin of it still attached to the ice. He clawed at the towel as he gyrated
in a staggering circle trying to get air into his lungs. It was air he
needed because the ice when melting gives off the gas carbon dioxide that
doesn't go very well in the lungs.

   As he moved in jerky steps still trying to free himself, Tracey came
racing into the camp with the spade in her hand. She took in the scene
immediately of Diane being swung round as she hung onto the towel. Tracey
lifted up the spade with the edge facing out instead of the flat section
and waited till Diane swung past and then hit him square on the right
kneecap. The crunch and crackle of the blow and sudden broken bones was
very loud and he went down like a ton of shit. He landed on his front with
Diane half across his head, so Tracey jumped on his back and another crack
could be heard as she fell heavily onto his lower back and sat there as he
struggled under the weight of the two girls.

   He didn't last long. He'd been two minutes without oxygen before being
hit with the spade and what air he'd had in his lungs was driven out by
Tracey's jump on his back. He jerked for another minute before he became
still but they stayed where they were for another five minutes.

   We had watched all this with our mouths open and with admiration of what
the two girls had done and Mark had loved the sight of the naked Diane
swinging round in the air. Her breasts bouncing about and her legs wide
open for him to see it all. Then the sudden appearance of Tracey with the
spade and he was very proud of her as her breasts stood out firm as she
raised the spade to smash Charlie's kneecap.

   `What about the other one?' I croaked out.

   `He's dead,' Tracey said briefly as she wiped the sweat from her
forehead, `as I hope this bastard is too.'

   `Have I killed him?' Diane asked in a low awed voice.

   `I sure hope so or we're in deep shit,' Tracey replied. She got up and
helped Diane to her feet who then tried to brush the sand from her breasts
which had become stuck due to her sweaty exertions. They then both started
to cry in relief that it was all over.

   `For fuck's sake stop crying and get us free,' Mark shouted at them as
he struggled with his bonds. They disentangled themselves from the hugs
they had been giving each other and Diane came over to me and started to
try and untie the rope. Tracey had the sense to get a knife and quickly cut
Mark free and then came and pushed Diane to one side and cut the rope
binding me to the car. I then slipped sideways and Diane sat down and
cradled my head in her lap.

   Tracey went back to Mark and found that he couldn't move from the
sitting position he'd been in for nearly thirty hours.

   `Help me Tracey,' he said, `I can't seem to move,' and so she rolled him
over onto his front and he gave out a groan as his legs straightened
out. Then came the task of trying to lift him up but settled with half
dragging him to the shade of the tent as tears of pain and frustration
flowed from his eyes. He could use his arms but not his legs, but with her
help, managed to get inside the tent where she began to massage some life
back into his legs.

   Diane had a problem with me as I didn't really want to move and so she
sat there helplessly, just crooning as she stroked my head. With Mark now
beginning to be able to move, rolled onto his back and told Tracey to go
and help Diane get me inside the tent. This she did and soon I too was
stretched out and being massaged the same way. Seeing traces of blood
between the cheeks of my bum, Tracey went and got some water, towel and
medicine box. While Diane worked on my calves, she gently washed my bum and
cleaned the small tear of the sand and after drying me, used some cream
which I found very soothing.

   I think I worried them by the fact that I didn't say a word all the time
they were cleaning and massaging me and that I didn't speak until after we
had eaten. In the meantime, Mark said he was hungry.

   Two half plates of scrambled egg wasn't enough and so the girls went out
and cooked the steaks which Diane had left out of the freezer box. The body
of Charlie still lying out in the middle of the camp was unsettling for
Diane so Tracey covered his body with a blanket. As we ate inside the tent,
she told us of how she had crowned Harry with the spade and suffocated him
in the sand.  She'd covered his body up with loose sand and then buried
herself so that Charlie wouldn't find her. It was only when he screamed did
she emerge and come racing into the camp in time to help Diane deal with
him.

   We then discussed what we should do. Report to the police and say that
it was self defence after being raped? This I flatly refused to do.

   `They're dead and that means a court case and I'm definitely not going
to announce to the world that I've been raped. No way! We bury them and
forget all about this as though it never happened. Even if you plead self
defence, manslaughter still carries a prison sentence.'

   `The sentence could be suspended,' Mark interjected.

   `It still would give them a criminal record.'

   We argued all afternoon about what we should or shouldn't do. Tracey and
Diane were prepared to go to the police and own up to killing them. But I
was adamant that I wouldn't go into court and say that I'd been raped. I
even said that how could the girls prove it was rape? They weren't
virgins. The argument continued and in the end, agreed to what I wanted and
that was to bury them and say nothing.

   Evening was approaching when the decision had been made and so Mark and
I went out and dragged Charlie out of the camp. Tracey led the way around
two sets of dunes to where she indicated that she'd covered up the body of
Harry. Mark brushed the sand away to reveal him and decided that next to
him was as good a place as any to dig the grave.

   Tracey went back to the camp leaving Mark and I to begin digging. It
took some time to get the hole started because the loose top sand kept
sliding back to keep filling it up, so it became wider than it needed to be
until we hit the packed down damp sand a good foot and a half below this
fine surface. Taking it in turns to dig, it still took us over an hour
before Mark was satisfied that it was deep enough and helped me out of the
hole and we rolled the two naked bodies in and began to refill the grave.

   `May God forgive them,' Mark said when we had finished and looked at the
site. I wasn't sure if he was referring to the two we had just buried or
the two girls who had killed them, but didn't say anything.

   We trudged back to the camp where the girls had been waiting anxiously
and as we approached, Tracey and Diane both got up and came and hugged us.

   `I'm glad to see that you didn't put any clothes on,' Mark joked as he
held Tracey.

   `Is it done?' Diane whispered to me.

   `Yes it's done,' I replied in a flat voice, not returning the hug I was
being given.

   `Let's eat then,' Tracey said to us all in a slightly shrill voice, `I'm
starving.'

   Darkness was fast approaching and as the girls now bustled about doing
the meal, Mark fetched four bottles of wine from the car as well as a half
bottle of brandy.

   `To go with the coffee,' he said, his voice shaking slightly now that it
was all over and done with.

   We had just finished eating when full darkness was upon us and so we
took our coffee and brandy into the tent and hung up a gas light from the
cross pole. When the coffee and brandy had been finished, Tracey took the
mugs and empty bottle out and Mark turned down the gas so that it just gave
out a glimmer of light. We were all half drunk and Mark and I stretched out
and Diane sat down next to me and ran her hand through my hair, sweeping it
off my forehead and saw that my eyes were blank as I gazed up to the roof
of the tent.

   `I think this is going to be a difficult night for all of us,' Tracey
said as she sat down between Mark and Diane. She knew because she had been
raped once before and it had taken a couple of years of treatment to come
to terms with it. The unwanted invasion of the body by another was rape and
that was why she told Diane when they were pegged out not to fight it, as
if they could. It could be more harmful if she was to struggle, but it
wasn't the body she was thinking about, it was the mind she was more
concerned about.

   She also knew that I must be going through torture as it was a much more
difficult thing for a man to go through. So she suggested to Mark that he
should try and talk to me and give me some comfort as she would do to
Diane. Therapy was what was needed and talking about it was better than
letting it fester in the mind.

   Diane had already rolled away from me and was holding onto Tracey, so
she had Diane move over to her and let Mark lay down next to me. The lamp
had been turned off and we were in complete darkness as Tracey and Mark
settled down to talk and ease the minds of Diane and myself.

   Mark said to me that Diane wasn't in a good frame of mind and that
Tracey was talking to her, to try and help her. `Do you want to talk to me
about it?' he asked in a low voice.

   `Not really. It's happened and now it's over, but I'm still not sure
exactly how I feel about it.'

   `Well tell me and maybe I can help,' Mark said soothingly. I was glad
the light was out so that Mark couldn't see the tears that were in my eyes.

   `It's...it's that I'm not quite sure of what my feelings are right
now. I didn't like what they did to me in front of you all.'

   `There's nothing to worry on that score. They forced you and there
wasn't a thing any of us could do to help you. You've nothing to be ashamed
of.'

   `No, I am ashamed because...because I seemed to get some pleasure from
it. I know it sounds strange and wrong, but I did.'

   `Don't you worry about that,' Mark said, putting his arm under my head
and cradling me as he ran his hand over my damp forehead.

   `That's not all,' I said in a whisper. `It's when they made me suck on
you.'

   `As I said. You were forced to do it, so don't worry about it.'

   `That's not the point,' I said, my voice very low now and I'm sure Mark
could now feel my tears dropping onto his chest.

   `I...I enjoyed doing it. That's my problem.'

   This staggered Mark he told me later, though he could well remember my
hot mouth covering his limp cock as I began to suck and tongue him.

   `You don't hate me for that, do you?' I begged.

   `Of course not,' Mark replied. `I felt proud of you for having the
courage to do it.'

   `Would...would you feel proud or disgusted if I did it again? This time
without being forced to?' I stammered. Mark didn't know what to say to this
as I gently rubbed his chest with my free hand.

   `I could never be disgusted with you Timothy, whatever you did. We've
been friends too long for that.' His voice was thick and almost hoarse but
it was what I wanted to hear and he gave a small gasp as he felt my fingers
now touch him gently on his flat stomach and couldn't help but give a
shiver as my fingers then curled round his erection that had obviously been
caused by what I had implied. He lay his head back and I'm sure that he
wanted me to do it, to take him in my mouth and give him the release from
the pressure that I was sure was starting to build up in his balls as I
gently stroked his rampant cock.

   I moved my head from the crook of his arm and let my hair run down his
chest as I shifted my body and trailed my mouth down and I'm sure he could
feel my breath on his stomach.

   I couldn't really believe myself for having confessed to Mark my desire
to want to take his cock into my mouth and suck on him again. I had liked
the strength of that penis the last time out there at the car and wanted it
again. But this time I wanted to find out and see if I could feel the same
sensations that I had felt then and had enjoyed.

   Instead of the soft flabby flesh that I'd felt before, my fingers were
now round the solid muscle of his penis and knew that Mark wanted me to do
it too. So I held that hard flesh and was pleased at how soft the skin felt
and the ease at which it moved over the muscle beneath it. I gently moved
my hand up and down and felt the pulse and beat of Mark's throbbing cock
and I felt myself salivating at the thought of what I was about to do.

   My head was down on his stomach and I knew I was very close to my goal
and so I went up onto my knees to be above him and brought his erection up
into a standing position. I licked my lips before opening my mouth and then
lowered my head and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I already had
an erection myself in anticipation of what I was going to do and really
felt myself throbbing as I closed my mouth over the solid flesh of Mark's
cock, closing it as best I could until my lips were firmly round the
base. I gave out an inward sigh and closed my eyes to picture what it
looked like to see my head where it was and beginning to move up and down
as I sucked on what was now my heart's desire.

   I loved the throbbing of it inside my mouth as I let the saliva work its
way round the head making it easier to move. Then I began using my tongue
to work its way between the tightened foreskin and the flesh beneath it. I
could feel Mark's body quivering under my own as my left hand slowly did
its job by moving in the opposite direction to my head.

   As I was sucking on Mark, my right hand was working on my own hard
erection, slowly jerking myself off as I watched the picture in my mind of
what I was doing there in the tent. This is better than sucking on any
woman was the thought that went through my mind. There was too much flesh
on a woman, but not enough to really get your teeth into and being too wet
as well. This was far better, something solid to hold and have in your
mouth and I felt myself reaching towards my peak and therefore started to
move faster on Mark.

   He gave out a small groan and I could feel his body begin to tense up
and the hips below me start to move and so all I really had to do now was
stay still as Mark's own body took over. I could actually feel the shaft I
held in my hand begin to swell just that little bit more and also felt the
thick tube under the flesh pulse and knew that Mark was about to come.

   Can I take it all was the quick thought that flashed through my mind as
the first surge came up and shot into my mouth. I almost choked on that
first burst, but managed to stop it from going straight down my throat as
the second burst came to mix with the first. I came myself then and had my
own cock throbbing as I shot all over the blanket, working my hand slower
now, squeezing out the remaining drops as I continued to suck on Mark and
take the third and final shot of his coming.

   Then with a little difficulty, it being my first time, managed to
swallow while still holding that cock head in my mouth, pushing the sperm
up with my tongue into one mass to be swallowed or rather gulped down.

   As the tremors of Mark's body began to subside, I began to lick him and
then take my head off the now steaming cock and lick all round the exposed
head that I was sure was glowing like a beacon in the dark. I kept gently
squeezing that tube, easing any residue up to come out of the eye, licking
it off, savouring the taste before swallowing it. As I felt the erection
begin to slightly soften, I gave the head of the cock in my hand a final
kiss and then moved my body back up Mark's and nestle again in the crook of
his arm, my head to that of his.

   `Christ!' was all that Mark could utter as I cuddled into him.

   `That was lovely,' I said in a low and sleepy voice, `that was simply
lovely,' and I heard my voice begin to trail away and I suddenly went off
to sleep with my left arm thrown over Mark's chest.

   Something similar had gone on over on the other side of the tent I was
told later. Tracey and Diane had talked too, in whispers before Diane
really clung to her and began to kiss her. Tracey responded and so the two
girls lay on their sides, breasts squashed between them as their tongues
fought each other in a duel as they kissed. Their legs became entwined as
they fought to bring their pubes together so that they could be rubbed one
against the other, building up a tension in them both.

   `I don't want a man, I want you,' Diane breathed into Tracey's mouth
between kisses and began to urge Tracey to move down the blanket and her
body. Knowing how she felt, Tracey didn't argue but slowly disengaged
herself and began to kiss Diane's body. She took her time going down,
lingering for a while as she kissed and sucked on both nipples while gently
kneading the soft yet firm flesh. Then traced a path down between the two
mounds with her tongue, went down and across the stomach.

   Diane opened her legs for Tracey to move in between and gave a shudder
at the first probing of the fingers, glad that it wasn't a man's penis and
gave herself up to the pleasure of Tracey's mouth and tongue that soon
brought her to an orgasm, stifling a groan because of us two men in the
tent.

   So both of us had sexual therapy which is sometimes better than a
talking session but it changed our attitudes towards members of the
opposite sex for both of us. It was the start of Diane becoming a lesbian
and myself a homosexual.

   We were up early next morning, it being Monday and we all had to go to
work. Mark couldn't really believe what had happened that night when he
woke up and saw me looking at him with a shy smile.

   `Do you know that's the best night's sleep I've had in ages,' I said
without the slightest sign of guilt or regret at having gone down on Mark
in the darkness of the tent. `You're still my best friend, aren't you?'

   `Of course I am,' Mark replied, feeling the more guilty of the two of us
for our intimacy.

   `Well I won't presume on that friendship to ask you again to do what we
did last night. But if ever you want to, I'll be here for you,' I
said. This almost declaration of love embarrassed Mark as I saw him blush
and said that he would bear it in mind. Then he quickly got up and went out
of the tent to relieve himself and it wasn't long before I joined him and
we both stood not far from the tent as we pissed onto the sand.

   `It's funny,' I said and started to laugh, all embarrassment gone now.
`I came out this weekend to have a woman and end up having a man. Please
don't hate me Mark, but I think I have really found myself.'

   `I don't and I won't hate you Timothy,' he said, putting his arm round
my shoulder. `But if you ever tell anyone that you've sucked on my cock,
I'll kill you.' He said it with a laugh and I knew that our friendship was
still secure.

   `No, it'll be me killing you if you ever tell a soul what I did last
night, but, the offer still stands.'

   `Well if Tracey throws me out one night, I might just come knocking at
your door.'

   `Front or back?' I asked with a sly grin and we both laughed and hugged
each other.

   `Well his therapy seemed to have worked,' Tracey said to Diane as they
both, on their knees, peered out of the tent flap to see us two naked men
laugh and embrace each other.

   `I think mine did too,' said Diane as she ran her hand down Tracey's
naked back.

   `You really think so?' she asked as she pulled Diane back into the tent.

   `Yes, if we can do the same thing to each other when we are back home,'
Diane said all serious.

   `Well let's see shall we. Now it's time for us to move and see to
ourselves before getting breakfast.'

   So they crawled out of tent and began by putting the coffee on first
before abluting and starting the meal as Mark and I cleared the tent and
began to dismantle it.

   `Do you know,' said Diane wistfully as the tent fell in on itself. `I
feel as though I've been out here for a month and it hurts to see that tent
coming down.'

   `I know just how you feel,' Tracey said as she put her arm round her
friend. `Don't forget, I've already been there once before.' She had
already related her first rape in detail when they had lain together in the
tent and so now they were almost more like sisters now than just good
friends. `Let's start tackling the breakfast.'

   By the time the tent and extras were packed away in and on the car,
breakfast was ready which we heartily ate and afterwards, it was only for
the second time over the weekend that Mark and I went off for a crap. Not
going beyond the first dune for this but we still went and inspected the
grave site to see that it would pass muster before returning to where the
girls had washed everything up and that it was now ready for packing away.

   `What about the two rucksacks?' Tracey asked as she looked at the two
odd pieces of equipment that was not ours.

   `Throw them in the car. I'll dispose of them when we get back to the
city. Don't worry, they won't be found,' Mark replied. `Now for the bit I
don't like about this kind of holiday.'

   `What's that?' Diane asked and wished she hadn't because she suddenly
realised what he was talking about and began to blush.

   `Seeing two lovely women begin to cover themselves and hide forever the
beauty that is always foremost in a man's eye. In other words, getting
dressed,' he finished with a laugh.

   Tracey and Diane both agreed that it seemed strange to be putting on
clothes when they'd felt such freedom without them. We agreed on this and
so, dressed and everything packed and stowed away, Mark drove the car out
from the dunes leaving me behind with the rake to obliterate all signs of
us ever having been there. I even walked backwards out of the dunes
scuffing up the sand to remove my footprints and tyre marks until I was on
the hard stuff. Then with the rake tucked in the car, got into the back
seat with Diane, and we drove off back to the city for a fresh week at
work.

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