Date: Wed, 15 Nov 2023 14:47:05 +0000 From: Kevin Mason Subject: Kevin And The Four Bears All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between a teenage boy and adult males. Read no further if you are under the age of 18, or offended by such material. Please consider donating to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org). Gay / Authoritarian: oral, anal, M+/t - - - - - Kevin And The Four Bears On the day in question, I was heading south-east from Llangovan on my clapped-out bike. All I could think of was getting to the nudist camp. I would hide in the bushes and watch the nudists showing off their naughty bits. All those fat bellies and wrinkly arses had to be seen up close, otherwise I wouldn't get to see the young boys and their trim arse-cheeks and sexy cocks. At 16 years old, I really liked to see other boys walking around in the nude. It did look like it was going to rain, so I stepped up the pace and headed for the Forest of Dean. The bus shelter outside the camp gates did keep me dry on rainy days, so I pressed ahead at full speed. I was riding along a narrow country lane when the heavens opened up and down came the rain. The mud-covered tarmac got slippery real quick, so I got off my bike and began pushing it. My legs were slip-sliding all over the place as I pushed the bike along the muddy lane. I then heard a noise in the distance and turn to see a large van coming my way. It pulled up alongside me and stopped. "Wotcha, mate," a man in his late 40s said. "Need a lift out of this muddy hole?" "Yes, I sure do," I said, with a thankful smile on my face. "Where you heading?" "To hell," the man sitting behind the driver said. "Wanna come?" "Put your pushbike in the back and climb in," the driver said. "There's a couple of dogs in the back," the man sitting next to the driver said, "so be careful where you put your bike." So there I was, one wet and muddy teenager, stuck in the middle of nowhere. I climbed into the back of the crew-cab and sat next to two burly men. The construction van was large, but it was still a tight fit sitting next to the men. All four men were tall and very muscular. They were four big bears on their way to the forest, so I was well and truly happy for the lift at that point. Apparently, Bill, the driver, owned a holiday cottage that wasn't too far from the nudist camp. He was from Cardiff, and so was Derek. Jack and Tom, the two men sitting in the back with me, were really into fishing. The four men had become good friends over the years. They fished as a team, and drank lots of beer as they did so. "So, you're on your way to the nudist camp," Bill said. "We like nudists. Don't we lads?" "Too right," Derek said. "I'm not a nudist," I said. "I just cut the grass and do odd jobs around the place." "C'mon, Kevin," Tom said, ignoring my grass cutting lie. "Take those wet things off and give us a show. A little fellow like you can easily get naked in the middle of the cab. Here, let's give you a hand." Tom quickly swapped places with me. I now sat between the two men as they expertly removed my wet t-shirt, shorts and trainers. I tried to fight off their rough and aggressive assault, but soon found myself in just my underwear. The two bears were pretty powerful beasts, and I kinda liked being roughed up by these burly strangers. "You look pretty good in the next to nothing," Jack said. "So, let's see what you look like in the altogether." "Not in the cab, please," I said, as my underwear came off. "You guys are really pushing your luck. I don't think... Oh, jeez! What the..." I was now stark-bollock-naked and squashed between Jack and Tom. My legs were up in the air and spread wide apart. The two men were working on my tackle as Bill stopped the van and turned to face me. "As soon as I spotted those tight, white shorts," he said, "I knew you were the boy for us. And then, when you told us that you were a nudist. Well, that was all the come-on we needed. A pretty boy getting into a van with four burly strangers can only mean one thing." "No! No! I'm not a nudist... Oh, my," I said, as Tom pulled me up by my rigid cock, so that Jack could finger-fuck my arsehole. "Jeez! This can't be happening. This is rape!" "Leave it out, boy," Derek said. "You were giving us the come-on the moment we stopped to pick you up. So, don't play the innocence with us." Bill's cottage was more like a large lodge, and sure had the touch of men about it. There was a large TV, a nice bar, and lot of leather chairs. The cottage was at the end of a dead-end lane, and its garden bordered a fast-flowing stream. Jack took the dogs out of the back of the van and washed them down with a hose, before taking them into the cottage. The two Rottweilers, Diesel and Gunner, were real heavyweights, and very well behaved. "Do you want me to wash you down out here with the hose, boy?" Bill asked. "Or would you prefer to use the bathroom?" After I ummed and ahed a bit, Bill showed me to the bathroom and handed me a bar of soap. "Have a real good clean up, Kevin," he said, smiling. "There'll be four hard-standing cocks in the cottage today, apart from yours, so you're gonna have your work cut out. Are you still a virgin?" "What, like up the arse virgin?" I asked. "A couple of old nudists humped me last summer. They fucked me at both ends during the school holidays. And they're planning to do the same this year. So no, I'm not a virgin." "I knew it," he said. "I said to Derek that you'll be down on your knees in no time at all. So, get yourself nice and clean, boy." So here I was, in the middle of nowhere with four bears I had just met. Bill was telling me to get down on my knees in the bathroom, and his three friends were waiting for me to suck on their cocks, and probably bend over for them as well. After a good wash, I dropped to my knees and stared up at beefy Bill. "Suck my cock, Kevin," he ordered. "And don't hold back!" I was now in Bill's bathroom with a cock deep inside my mouth, and I was loving it. I was giving the cock so much attention, and hoping that the other men might hear it in the next room. Would this be the beginning of a great friendship, or would the men dump me? "Well, sport," he said. "You've now become our cock-sucking bitch. That means you remain naked all day; suck cock at any time; and take it up the arse when required. Is that clear?" Taking a breath, I reached up with one hand and took hold of Bill's ball-sac, and then nodded my head. "Keep sucking on that length, bitch," he said, as he slapped the side of my face. "You're a good-looking boy, Kevin. I think we've found a willing and compliant bitch-boy today. Am I right?" I nodded my head again as I tried to get the most out of Bill's glorious cock. He was right, I was a willing and compliant bitch-boy, with a liking for dominant bears. As he pushed my face onto his engorge cock, I was past the point of taking in any more, so I began to choke. I gasped for air as he withdrew his cock, and then forced it back into my mouth and began face-fucking me. I reached up and grabbed hold of his hips, so as to steady myself. He soon shot his load down my throat, and there was far too much for me to swallow in one go. So, there I was, still trying to swallow his spunk, with some running down my face and falling onto my bare, hairless chest. After a few minutes, I got up and washed my face and chest, and then headed back to the main room with Bill. Things seem normal in the main room, and no one took any notice of the fact that my cock was fully erect. Derek was at the bar, pouring a drink, and Jack and Tom were playing around with a couple of dog leads. "Well, lads," Bill said. "Our little friend wants to thank us properly for all our hospitality, before he walks down the lane in the nude." I looked at Bill and gulped. The fucker was going to kick me out of the cottage, and make me walk home in the nude. "No need to thank us, Kevin," Tom said. "We'll keep your pushbike and clothes. That's all the thanks we need." Jack stood up and walked behind me. He then hit my arse-cheeks with the dog lead he was holding. "Give us a little dance, Kevin," he said. "Nothing too fancy. Just wiggle your arse and make your stiffy bob up and down. If you do well, you might be able to stay and play." I was no dancer, but I didn't want to walk home in the nude, so I gave it my best shot. "Good boy," Tom said, as he hit me with the lead he was holding. "Now play with your nipples and swing your hips. Let's see you turn us on." I did my best to comply, but Jack and Tom were more interested in whacking my arse. I danced on the spot, just in front of the fireplace, as the four men began to undress. I knew I wanted this, from the very moment I got into the van and saw these beefy bears. Every one of them was a masculine hunk, and then I saw their awesome cocks. Of course, Bill's was the biggest of the bunch. However, no one would ever say "no" to the other three. I wiggled aimlessly about as the bears surrounded their prey and took charge of my weak and willing body. They tweaked my nipples, squeezed my thighs, and slapped my "skinny arse-cheeks." They then trod on my toes and gut-punched me - this was getting more than a little heavy for a wimp like me. "You should have left, Kevin, when you had the chance," Derek said. "There's no escape now. You belong to us now." "You're going to be bound and gagged, and kept locked up here, in the cottage for weeks," Bill said. I lost it at that point, but had no chance against these burly hunks. They were going to fuck me, and hurt me, and probably bury me out in the forest somewhere. "Okay," Tom said. "Let me chew on your nipples, boy. They look mighty ripe and ready for gnawing." I screamed like a girl as Tom went after my right nipple. "So, if he drops to his knees and starts sucking cock," Derek said. "No one is going to hurt him. Am I right?" I didn't wait for an answer. I took hold of two uncut cocks and quickly swallowed a third. "He's a quick learner," Jack said, laughing. When Bill's turn came, he turned about and offered me his clean, hairy arsehole. I eased his arse-cheeks apart and licked away like a bitch-boy possessed. I hoped, if I kept everyone happy, they would let me go. After Bill's rimming, Jack reached down and grabbed me by my hair. "Let's try this on for size," he said, as he fastened a dog collar round my neck. "I've always wanted to be arse-licked by a blond bitch-boy." With that, Jack turned about and stuck his hairy arse in my face. Well, in a strange way, I was beginning to enjoy this nasty kind of sex. As I began to tongue Jack's arse, my own arse was being hit by Tom. He really enjoyed using the dog lead on my arse-cheeks, and never held back when I yelped in pain. "Well, lads," Bill said. "Our little bitch-boy has done his best to thank us for our hospitality. So, do we put him in a kennel for the night, or bend him over and fuck his brains out?" ~ ~ ~ After a whispered discussion, the four men decided to fuck my brains out. Derek and Tom forced me down, over a coffee table and tied me to it. They used several ropes to ensured that my skinny arse was in a fuckable position. Derek then slapped my arse and told me to "enjoy it, boy." Tom also slapped me hard - the stinging sensation began to overwhelm me. I let out a cry and begged them to stop. The two men laughed as one squeezed my burning arse-cheeks and the other pushed his finger into arsehole, which sent cold shivers running up and down my spine. My cock was rock-hard and twitching away like crazy. Derek grabbed my cock and stroked it for several minutes. Then Tom mounted me from behind and barked like a dog. His cock poked my anus, but missed its target. "Don't rush it, Tom," Jack said. "Let me line you up properly." Bill lubed my arsehole up with something from a jar as Jack took charge of Tom's stem. Tom pushed forward again and, with Jack's help, struck gold. I yelled as my anus was stretched and stretched, and stretched some more. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I yelled. "Get it out! Get him off me!" "No! No! No!" Bill yelled. "Open up and be more accommodating, boy. We own your arse now, so be more compliant." "It fuckin' hurts..." I snapped. "He's pumping in and out hard!" "That's what he likes to do, Kevin," Bill said. "Those two nudists humped you last summer, so what's the problem?" "They were ultra-gentle. Tom's cock isn't!" The men laughed as I tried to accommodate Tom's rigid stem. Someone grabbed my cock again and squeezed it hard. I was sweating buckets as Tom finished me off and flooded my inner sanctum with seed. "Well done, Kevin," Derek said. "I'm so glad you're gonna be here for a while. It might be a bit cold during the nights, what with you being naked and all; but hey, we'll be here to warm you up on a regular basis. So that's a plus." The four men fucked me for hours as I became their new sex-toy.