Date: Sat, 17 May 2008 01:55:27 +0100 From: Anthony Thomas Subject: Customs, cpt 5 Customs - A gay story by Anthony Thomas. Chapter 5 Only continue if your scene accepts forced, multiracial, watersports, S&M, dirty, M-to-M sex. If you only reading to be shocked or are under the age of consent or M-to-M is against the law where you are then please go away. However - if enjoyed author may be contacted as antomuk@hotmail.com Other efforts by this writer can be found on Nifty under 'Authors', 'Anthony Thomas' It was a strange feeling to say the least. I could feel his cock moving slowly around with slight glugging sounds when he tried to screw in harder and there was some escape of the contents round the blockage. My full gut seemed to have cooled off slightly though that was probably me just getting used to being full of piss. Even so I'm sure I felt a hider temperature form his cock as he started to batter my hole harder and harder. He was stretching my poor abused hole wider and wider causing my earlier gasps and moans to change to yelps and cries. There was no way I stop clenching my teeth as he continued to punish my hole and out of the corners of my eyes I saw several bodies standing round my face rapidly jerking off. I had little time to contemplate what they were doing as it took all my efforts not to scream as his thick hot cock ploughed my arse. In and out like a piston. Now he was really going at it. Each thrust and withdrawal allowed another spurt to escape from my gut and probably splatter his groin but all it seemed to do was encourage him in his efforts to split me open. All of a sudden his hands left off trying to break my shoulders and grabbed hold of my hair, pulling my face up higher. 'Go on then. Feed him. You better eat boy.' I opened my eyes to see several coloured hands held just in front of my face, all holding quantities of cum. So that was where they been jerking off to.' Feed him then,' cupped hands being dragged across my gasping mouth covering my lower face with what seemed to be an inexhaustible supply, most of which fell into my mouth. 'Now give him something to wash it down. I'll keep his head up.' One hand twisted in my hair raising my face as fall as possible whilst the other was used to slap the side of my head, first one side and then the other. Several streams of piss soon jetted against my face and were aimed into my continually open mouth. I had to swallow in order not to choke and who knows how many peoples cum and piss flowed down my throat in the next few minutes while his cock continued battering at my arse. All of a sudden he let my hair go and as my head fell forward clutched my shoulders once again and with three rapid thrusts started to shoot his load into my gut. By now most, if not all, of the piss flooding my gut earlier had escaped but it had no time to recover as he shot load after load after load filling me up again with his hot burning stream. I don't know if it was that or his grip on my shoulders or his final massive thrust that slammed my tied cock and balls against the plank edge but I yelled out loud at him to fuck off. That, I soon discovered, was the wrong thing to do. 'I don't like my boys being told to Fuck Off,' said the Sergeant. Neither do they. You need to be punished and I do like a nice red-hot arse to attack so lets do something about it shall we, kill two birds with one stone as it were.' Oh Hell! What now? I thought. Before I knew it the straps holding me down were removed and my body was dragged over to what looked like a clump of posts in the half moonlight. As my unresisting body was strung up to them I worked out it was actually a form of St Andrews Cross that allowed my legs and arms to be well fastened with the cross over my stomach leaving my cock and balls dangling free. Somehow, after my legs had been tied off, straps fastened to my wrists were pulled up tightly slightly stretching my body before my arms and back were tied off. I was fully stretched and spread-eagled in an upright position and quite unable to move. 'Open your eyes boy!' accompanied by a slap across my face. 'Before I get to rape your sorry arse some of these lads are going to lay a strap across it. Make it nice and red and hot for me.' With that comment he moved closer, his chest touching mine and his hands going round my back to clench at my buttocks. 'Firm and slightly plump. That's nice. Plenty to get stuck into.' His brilliant white teeth breathed into my open mouth. His was a glistening jet black body of a man, a real man, unlike the teenaged lads who been quite capable of abusing me earlier. No gym packed muscles as they say but well fit and proportioned for his almost six foot body. I had no doubt he'd have no trouble doing what ever he wanted to my body even it wasn't hog tied and I'd always been quite proud of my own body and considered I could take care of myself, but his put me to shame. Somehow he just projected strength and when added to the heat I could feel pouring of his body, his massive snake mashing against my ball sac even in its recumbent state and the grin on his face as his fingers probed inside my aching arse causing me to gasp and squirm in a vain attempt to escape them. Then they were removed and his hands sped up to my head, gripping it tightly as his open mouth came down on mine and someone laid a strap across my backside without holding back at all. I tried to scream but was blocked from doing so by his mouth. All I could do was swap air and spit back and forth for a couple of moments till the initial shock and pain faded slightly. 'Nice,' he said, 'My lads know how I want you hurt. I can promise none of them will hold back, they know better. You better start counting, to twelve, each time I tale my mouth away. Otherwise we just have to start again you see.' God! His grin was sexy if nothing else was. His hands strayed back to my buttocks, gripping at the bruised flesh causing me to moan again as he looked into my deeply into my eyes. Again a rapid movement to grab my head and place his mouth over mine was all the warning I got before the strap fell again across my arse. 'Two'. That how it continued for some time. He'd fondle my arse, stick his fingers inside it, make me moan and try to escape while he stared into my eyes with a grin, then grasp my head and kiss me deeply while some lad laid that belt across my backside. Thwack! '3.' Thwack!' 4 He had a go at my nipples and pulled, twisted my balls. Thwack! '5.' Thwack! '6.' When he removed his mouth that time my eyes were pouring and I was gasping for breath. My arse felt on fire and I yelped when he placed his huge hands over my sore cheeks. 'I think a slight change in the program is on the cards,' he said and looking away, 'Anyone got a full mug yet?' Several answers in the affirmative came from the surrounding audience. It must have been the whole battalion standing round from what; little I could make out, everywhere I glanced all to be seen were naked and near naked black and brown bodies, some jacking off, some pairs and trios at times with one partner down on their knees. It didn't take much of a brain to see male on male sex was nothing new to this lot but I was probably the first white guy most of them had seen used as I was. 'Wash and coat him then,' and the Sarge stepped back allowing me finally to see his whole body. It was worth seeing too. Built along the lines of a rugby player, thick sturdy legs, a taught stomach some of the lads around would have had trouble getting their arms round. To top it all off hanging down from a small bush of crinkly hair was a massive pair of balls matched equally by a thick flaccid cock some six or seven inches in length. What the hell would it be like when he got it hard? And what was in the mugs several of the lads were pouring and wiping over my body, my hair and face, down my chest, over my back? As a hand momentarily covered my mouth licking my lips gave me the answer. All those lads whacking off their cocks as they watched me getting strapped had been collecting the result in some mugs and now that result was covering my body from head to foot. 'That looks good,' said the Sarge, 'All nice and sticky boy. They can't all fuck you of course but at least this way they get to covered in their cum.' Meanwhile he'd been holding his bit of meat out and pissing into a couple of plastic soft drink bottles. I thought that was just so he didn't make the parade ground wet but discovered my mistake soon. He placed them on the ground and moving closer lit up a thick joint he shared with me. 'Here's how it's going to be.' The Officers want you when we finish here and they like to see me fuck a nice tight arse. Usually one of the new conscripts but tonight they want you. Don't want a bleeding arse though and I don't think yours can take much more. Still six to go to keep the lads happy. Do you think you can take it across your back?' That weed was strong. Too strong. Either that or the past few hours were having an effect. 'Use it anywhere. Do what you want.' Even as I answered him I wondered where my brains had gone? Down to my cock by the feel of things as the very thought of that strap across my back had turned me on. I might get turned on by having my arse slapped but had never been beaten anywhere apart from my arse before. 'That's good. I'll do the counting for you this time,' and throwing the end of his joint to one side he clasped one hand to my head and with the other proceeded to pour the first bottle of his piss straight over my head clamping his mouth to mine as the stream washed down my face and back. I was floating enough from the weed already and now to have my breath cut off like that didn't really feel the first stroke across my shoulders until after it had arrived and the next one was laid on lower down. Whack! Whack! Whack! Was that three or four. I thought I was about to pass out when he removed his mouth and placed his head about six inches away. 'Open your eyes boy,' I discovered he was staring straight into mine again. Whack! Whack! 'Whack! Quickly in succession, the final one laying back across my still burning arse. I screamed. I called him every name under the sun but he just continued to smile, using the tips of his fingers to torture my nipples. 'I enjoyed that. And so did you so don't lie.' He was right. I had enjoyed it in a funny way. Admittedly I was floating somewhat on weed and endorphins but I had enjoyed it. 'Here you are. Have a drink before we take you over to the bosses to play with,' and the other bottle of piss was placed to my mouth. He just grinned even more, the smile covering all of his face as I drank it down.